Mr. Buff, You have found me at last

Hello out there.

I do not know if this message will be found. I do not know if a sound will reach those ears that seek it, but Mr. Buff, the bloggies are back.

I see the Internet as one looking out into the night sky, and realize that this site is but an M class planet, third in a line on the fringe of the Blogspot nebula. I have no idea if anyone is listening; however, I fear alien nations all the same.

I feel that I must not shout, nor have a presence on all channels as I did before. Times have changed, and I too change into a different Q than I was before.

This morning I realized that when I use the computer, I interface with the world directly through hands scarred with episodes of careless stupidity. Does this make me unique? I would assume not; but the back of my right hand should remind me of assumptions....

So what's next, oh night of my life?

In the words of Robert Jordan, "Read, And Find Out."