Okay, here's the story. I have MS. Because of this, (or perhaps I'm just getting on in years), I spend a lot less time looking for that perfect left barrel, and a lot more time on the computer. I just discovered the whole blogosphere thing, (yeah, yeah, I know, I'm a late bloomer), and I figured maybe, instead of writing in a diary or journal, (caught you being a little sexist there, didn't I?, You immediately thought ladies keep diaries, guys keep journals, yeah, I did too, and it's wrong, but perhaps less of a felony than a lot of things I can think of that go on these days, but I digress, hey, this writing whatever pops into my mind thing is pretty cool), I'd write a daily, (unless I get lazy, ok maybe weekly) blog detailing the ups and downs of my life with MS.

Odd, and somewhat alarming that MS would be the first thing I'd mention about myself, considering all the other colorful stuff I've done and hopefully will continue to do, and could prattle on about endlessly, (I kissed Marlene Deitrich), but it seems to be the biggest thing in my life these days, so I'll use it as my lead.

This is probably going to turn into one long therapy session, physical and mental, but with luck, we won't be able to tell who is the patient and who is the therapist. It's just a diary/journal, after all, and I'm just talking to myself, and maybe some close friends, so I can just sort of let it free-flow. I don’t have to go back and edit it like I would for something I was going to show the public. Oh. That’s right. Public blog. All right Public, this is what I look like. Hmmm. That’s it! You guys will be my therapists! Hey, I’m starting to like this idea. Maybe an on-line journal is just what I need. I’ll talk about my deepest thoughts, and bounce my life off you guys, whether anyone is actually out there or not, and you can tell me how to deal with all this, or I can tell myself, reading back on the seemingly endless verbiage I’ve written. Yeah, I like the sound of my own voice, too, (I do some pretty good voice over work, but that’s another story, we’ll get to it). This could be very beneficial, but let’s not get crazy and turn it into a reality-based TV show. Turn off those cameras. This is a Journal/Therapy session, let’s show a little dignity…

Okay, let’s start.

I introduced myself as a runaway train, (actually I've always thought of myself as Godzilla at the wheel of a runaway freight train, but that wouldn’t fit in the blog description), but that's really just an analogy for life in general, and just one side of me, I got lots more. MS has impacted pretty much all of ‘em.

I like to think of myself as an artist, (and I'd better be a good one, If I'm ever gonna get any advertising work, (which is one of the things I can still do, [and I'm quietly patting myself on the back for my positive attitude, which demands that I concentrate on what I can do, (a LOT) instead of what I can't]).

Check out one of my latest, the familiar disabled symbol, turned into a logo for a project I’m developing which shows disabled people how to sell their original artwork on T Shirts. I’m calling it “Disabili T Shirts,” http://disabilitshirts.blogspot.com/. I’ve also locked in the name “Abili T Shirts”, and a couple of other really good ones that don't play on the disabled angle. This is my personal site, and I've only got one design in there, since the program's not really up and running. I want some government agency to run it, with the artists getting all the proceeds. I’ve got several other ideas for companies that actually will make me some money. Can’t really talk about them now, but they’re SHARK TANK worthy. Yes, I’m trying to get on SHARK TANK, and yes I did send a letter to Donald Trump asking if he’d be the live feed on the giant monitor that I’d point to, saying I needed to talk with my consultant, whereupon he’d appear, and say something like, “it sounds good, but what about the ancillary and derivative rights? Get a percentage.” It's a long shot, I know, just getting on the show, let alone getting DT to have anything to do with it, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. (Well if there’s one thing you can say about me, I got a lot of damned nerve…)

Well, that's probably enough for this entry. I didn't say a lot about MS, (it sucks!), and it's time to wind this down. I've introduced myself, (to myself, it is just a diary, after all), so let's see who's out there. Introduce yourselves...