This is a test of an emergency broadcast system. We are legally obliged to tell you that we are not affiliated with THE emergency broadcast system, which like every other U.S. government agency, has been infiltrated by Russian hackers, and is now streaming Kremlin propaganda 20 hours a day, with the other 4 hours alternating between vodka advertisements and Bert Kreischer stand-up comedy. Putin apparently cannot get enough of “The Machine”.
Thankfully, this is only a test.
What Happened To The Newsletter?
You are receiving this message because you requested a subscription to our Parkinson’s newsletter. You may not remember taking this action, as regrettably, 15 months have passed since our last official issue.
The good news is that plans are underway to resume publication, so please don’t unsubscribe now, I assure you that this current missive is an aberration, and we will soon resume our regularly scheduled content.
What can I say? Why such a long hiatus? Adjustments needed to be made, as the newsletter was using too many words! Who could possibly read them all? There were always more words than subscribers. An extremely large word to subscriber ratio … I was always so proud of that stupid ratio, until the day that it left me wordless. For every new subscriber that was added, the challenge was to add 50 more words to the next newsletter. Tragically, so many words were used one time and discarded after publication, when they could have been reused, recycled, or at least repeated. I knew that the word consumption was unsustainable, and that writer’s block was inevitable, but I was arrogant and reckless … and dare I say, cocky and corny when my intent was to be cheeky and cheesy. It was a superfluous sentence fragment akin to the last which depleted my vocabulary reserves and left me inarticulate.
But seriously, I’d have to describe what happened as writer’s block and Parkinson’s induced apathy.
The above paragraph became my escape from writer’s block, and the opening chapter of a book, or at least a series of goofy essays that I am christening 2021: A Parkinson’s Odyssey (or Oddity?). This opening gambit, which was carefully wordcrafted from an artesian wellspring of “playfully pompous prose” ™, transitions into a vivid fever-induced dream sequence involving Chevy Chase, a European vacation, the magic roundabout in Swindon, a Tesco trolley (grocery cart in American English), a talking eggplant (mouthy aubergine in British English), a Grand Funk Railroad 8-track tape (no translation available), and a mysterious emoji wingman (🍆🦅).
I even made it through the whole chapter without mentioning Parkinson’s once, which was a minor victory for my writing efforts. However, that whole “inner circle of thought” is a metaphor about PD related apathy and lack of motivation, but let’s not overthink it yet, as it is more entertaining when it is viewed in the context of a delusional authorship.
“2021: A Parkinson’s Odyssey (or Oddity?)”
If you find any of this interesting or entertaining, please share it and pass it on to someone who might need a distraction. And if you hate it … well … I just hope that I didn’t interrupt you in the middle of something really important. I always worry that somewhere out there, there is a research scientist who is extremely close to a cure for Parkinson’s … and they just happen to be on this mailing list … and this e-mail arrives at a critical moment in time …. and completely derails their train of thought … years of research all for naught … and I’m still stuck with Parkinson’s, only now it’s my fault. But I guess if you’re still reading this sentence, then I guess that I didn’t catch you in the middle of anything too important.
Like Homer’s original odyssey, this odyssey is epic. “Epic” is a warning label that is affixed to many classic works of literature, which means that the most notable attribute of the narrative is that it is extremely long. In modern internet lingo, we say “TL;DR” or “too long; didn’t read”.
But Wait, There’s More …
Find out why people are saying: “It’s too long and I didn’t read it. But some of the songs on the soundtrack are ok … I can’t say I hated it.”
And if you act now, we’ll throw in this free set of imaginary steak knives. You’ll need them, because they’re coming to take your guns. And they’re coming to take me away … Ha-ha! Ho-ho! He-he! Ha-ha! … to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time.
We Now Return To Our Our Regularly Scheduled Programming, Already In Progress
In other words, we return to silence … for now.
But, the imaginary steak knives are yours to keep. Happy New Year!