KISS and Ratt and the Big Bang.

Yesterday I checked some of my fellow bloggers’ sites for the first time in a long time, and I felt really bad. I see that my old pal Leab says that mine is one of the blogs he reads every day.

Sadly, not much to report today. Busy with school and the new job and not much wisdom or humor to impart.

Songs du jour: “Call it Love” by Poco and “You’re in Love” by Ratt. Downloaded them both from I-tunes last night and they rule.

Yesterday I was going to post a lengthy philosophical blog on the origin of life and coincidentally the PBS show “Nova” had a show about neutrinos last night. Many scientists now feel that life on Earth—all life—is a descendent of decaying neutrinos.

Fascinating shit. And I don’t believe a word of it. The show eluded many times to the Big Bang, but it (of course) never gave a mention to where the flaming ball of whatever came from that blew up and created everything.

We live in an infinite Universe, right? With an infinite number of planets? Wouldn’t the mass of all planets, therefore, have to equal infinity? But how is that possible with nothingness in-between? Wouldn’t the chunk of whatever that blew up in the Big Bang have to be infinite in size?

As you can see I’m no scientist. Just rambling.

Here’s a thought: Let’s just settle up this whole Iraq debacle and spend that money kicking the living shit out of the people raping and murdering people in the Darfur region of the Sudan? I’m not a U.N. flag-waving type, but what say we do something the whole world can rally around like feeding some people and killing some real bad guys?

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to put on headphones and practice songs off the KISS “Alive” CD in preparation for an annual jam session I enjoy with some friends.