the first, the last?

I haven't "blogged" in a while. I think I can still do it. How often? One can never say, can they?
What will I say? What will my mind, splintered and gutter weathered as it is, vomit out onto these deserted shores of cyberspace?
Will knowledge and wisdom rain from here in droplets to saturate those poor souls, who in their innocent, timid wanderings across electronic strands of web, so happened upon such a savage landscape? Or, will empty rants of storied cruelty, injustice and repression ring out from this glorified diary, this electronic equivalent of a modern day soapbox, slightly more convenient, just as utterly ineffectual.
I don't know. Maybe a little of both or nothing at all. I guess you'll just have to tune in and see. Of course, you don't really "tune in" a website, do you. Imagine monkeying around with some foreign apparatus named for it's resemblance to a rodent, sitting loftily atop your computer monitor, promising nothing but frustration and hours wasted for merely a sliver of hope for better reception. Mocking you at every twist and turn, daring you to drape it in tin foil, flat out refusing to carry out it's small life's singular purpose, cursed little demon spawn of an ancient ritual to the bygone gods of entertainment.
Anyway, whenever you get frustrated with connection speeds, just remember it could be worse.