The Birth of a Walrus

People tell me they don’t understand the title of my blog:

“I mean how come you’re so preoccupied with higher education and ecclesiastic affairs, isn’t that some kind of strange collection of nonsense. How come you don’t talk about pets, or walruses?”

I guess they have a point.  Traditionally, titles of things are usually extremely clear indicators of content.  Nowadays, people like to give things random titles that either: a) barely indicate the content to follow, b) engross the reader with the funk of reading a bad play on words, c) some vague popular culture reference to show the author’s hipster chic persona.

Now.

The reason why I named this blog My Pet Walrus is because I did not want to be superficially serious. Perhaps I wanted to see how many hits I could get from people googling “pet walrus.”  I also like when I am surprised (pleasantly) on the internet insofar as clicking on something that at first glance seems inane but upon further inspection that something becomes quite brilliant.

Does that mean I want this blog to appear to be inane but upon further glance become something quite brilliant?

I don’t imagine anything here to be remotely  brilliant, in fact, I could probably benefit from being more inane.

Wait. What?

Update:   This was a message I received upon posting this:

“Dear Sirs:  It would bring me quite the satisfaction if you would add ‘d) a reference to some bad internet meme’ to the above list regarding titles.”