I had the inaugural “Moving On Monday” post all set to go, but the real time Parkinson’s Disease advocacy coming out of Elkridge today has far surpassed anything I could have imagined. Maybe next week.
You know, I hate to say “he can talk the talk, but he can’t walk the walk,” because that seems just a cruel thing to say to a
man, person cartoon supervillain with his challenges.
But when have I ever let propriety stop me?
Since then, one hundred twenty new tweets (and counting) without one mention of Parkinson’s Disease.
(I know some of you young zombies out there are at least partially responsible for a couple of them – I will generously share credit)
He can’t walk the walk (or roll the roll, as the case may be). He’ll always be back for more punishment.
I hope everyone had a good time watching his masterful Feldtdown today. I didn’t say anything because I was afraid if I did, he might stop.
So that happened.
You know he shut down that Twitter account at 11:00 AM ET, right?
I think maybe I was successful in emulating a different writing style.
By applying Elkridge logic, there are only two possibilities:
A. I am a plagiarist, or
B. I am Bill Schmalfeldt.
So, to avoid being sued –
…wait… I can do this… Hold it together… c’mon…
Damn. I really thought I could do it.
Anyway, I’d hate to run afoul of the DMCA, so I
took it down (are you fucking kidding me? Not on his life!) I made a few changes.
You can go back and look, or not.
(Note – I’m working on varying my writing style. Let me know how I’ve done.)
This is one of those things that’s hard to write about, but since the purpose of this blog is to share my experiences with a debilitating neurological disease, if I only wrote about the nice stuff the blog wouldn’t be worth much, now would it?
So brace yourself. I’ll be as euphemistic as possible.
Jill and I were settling down to watch an “On Demand” movie. We were about 10 minutes into the movie when, without warning, I noticed I was…
I made my way to the bathroom to assess the damage. Let’s just say it was moderate. My brain eventually realized what my bottom was doing and managed to close the barn door after only SOME of the horses had gotten out.
Unfortunately, some of those horses had made their way up the back of my Depends where they soiled my underpants and the shorts I was wearing. My shirt was spared.
I got everything all cleaned up, the unfortunate adult diaper was bagged and tossed into the trash, the soiled clothing was dropped into the wash, I put on a new Depends, new shorts, and some long pajama pants.
I was a MESSY little baby.
I guess they stay on the shopping list.
I mean, if I would at LEAST get some kind of WARNING…
Them’s the breaks.