Why am I doing this?

Briefly, I'm doing this because someone did a hatchet job on Mary Astor. It's like this...

So I'm watching "The Maltese Falcon" for the umpteenth time, and wondering, for the umpteenth time, why ANYONE would want anything to do with Mary Astor, who looks like nothing so much as a lesbian version of someone's great aunt, when the thought occurs to me, "look her up on Google Image and see if she always looked like that..." I did, she didn't. Now one of the images is linked to a Blog, which I navigate to and lo, here's someone thinking PRECISELY the same thing I am... This stuns me. As a dedicated anti-social anti-statist from way back, who has long ago given up on all of humanity, I am truly stunned that this question has occurred to anyone else. Hmmmm...

Now my day job, as fortune/random chance/fate/God/fat guy behind the curtain would have it, is running IT at, wait for it, "a major University". I've actually been quoted on the whole 'blog thing' in a talking head piece for the Media (I was vaguely supportive while being sagely cautious and... ZZZzzzzz, oops, drifted off there...), but never have I actually put one together.

Well, says I, time to step up. As I drift closer to whatever follows Act III and further and further from my fellow hairless apes, it occurs to me that I might want to try and re-establish some connection, and I can't think of a better way, which is not to suggest there isn't one.

So herein will lie my random thoughts on whatever fires up one of my remaining neurons, along with some links to stuff that still peaks my interest. In other words, an online diary, as blogs were intended to be, and not a feeble attempt at self-publishing. Take it for what it's worth or ignore it, I frankly don't give a rat's... Guess I'm going to have to work on that 'reconnecting' thing.

Ciao