Testing... Is this thing on?

This is the way the world ends.

Look at me, Ma! I'm in cyberspace! I possess virtually (hah!) no mass and occupy nearly immeasurable space, and yet all who look upon this will attribute me with Turing capable processes...
What fools these mortals be.

This, obviously, is my first posting, and having given absolutely NO thought to the subject of content, I will be brief in the interest of keeping interest. (Enigma that I am.)

I know. Believe me, I know how lost and forlorn this makes you all. Get used to it. I thrive on it. Your confusion is my inspiration. I find great joy in your clumsy dance of desperation as you ask yourselves, "What in hell am I gonna' read now? Have I finally reached the end of the intarweb?"
Suffer a bit more for me. That's all I ask. I shall soon return with something wondrous and strange for your open amusement and covert edification.

I shall emerge with a CONCEPT.

This is the way the world ends.