And Now, I Blog...

I’ve never written a true blog before.  Not in the modern sense, anyway.  And as I begin to type on this jumbo Qantas jet with a little more than an hour left to touchdown into Sydney, I wonder just how much should be filtered.  Once upon a time, I did have LiveJournal, but the hipster trend of “blogging” seems to be far more professional and appropriate for this advanced adventure.  And so while I don’t think I’ll change the names to protect the not-so-innocent, at least I know better than to make this some smear page or burn blog torching any good, bad, or ugly events around me.  I wonder who will read this, if anyone at all… Family?  Facebook folk?  Neil Patrick Harris? Alas, there is a tiny tragedy in that the Doogie Houser blog music isn’t infiltrating my eardrums as I officially begin this.  That would be really, really rad…