Not even my Mom reads this
Science, to some extent, is the attempt to stop fooling yourself. I am a pro. My paycheck (such as it is) comes from doing science. Still, I constantly struggle with the tendency to jump to conclusions, or to discount data I don't already agree with. In the many years of training it took to become a scientist, I didn't learn a magical way to turn these instincts off. But I did learn to challenge my assumptions; I learned to require proof of myself. I developed skeptical habits.
My skeptical habits and analytical skills have made my life better. I would like to share what I can of them, and I sorta started this blog to give myself a chance to spread my gospel o' scientificity. And to share the cool shit that science uncovers in abundance. But...
Nobody reads my blog. Now, Dad stops by once in a while. My uncle has peeked in, but he may have lost interest, since I wait a while between posts. I'm not sure how many peeks I've had. But in the great bloggy scheme of things, I'm talking to myself.
So I will post to suit myself. I will devote the blog to science and skepticism, if only to clarify my own thinking. If someone reads it and is pursuaded, if only that I am a moron, well, hunky dory.
Oh, and I changed the blog name. Since no one reads this, I don't envision it being a problem.