I am enjoying revisiting these very first posts. It is fun to go back and see where it all began. I had nothing but a vague idea that I wanted to share my life with a bunch of people I hadn’t even met yet. No one was reading these posts. And I had no idea what the heck I was doing. But they are still funny. It is a little like pulling out the family photo album and looking at pictures of yourself when you were a little kid.

This one was called; Help, I need somebody.

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So of course I would like this blog to succeed. Hell, I want it to go viral like the Black Death did. I want it to get hit like Normandy got hit by the Allies. I want to be big, like I was before I started eating better and getting a little exercise, but in a good way.

But to beat the odds, I need to beat this soulless contraption in front of me. This box that somehow connects with the entire world while sitting quietly on top of this desk.

To achieve anything, I need feedback… And that, I’m afraid, is where you come in. It has to be a team effort. I realize that I am asking quite a sacrifice from you. I understand that what I am asking requires you to sit in front of your magic box, (or a smart phone at your local Starbucks) and read words, and look at pictures and perhaps even to remember things!

I feel you pulling away…But wait, I plead, think of the possible rewards for putting your precious minutes to use in this fashion… OK, there really aren’t any, unless you count laughter, and you really should count laughter. And making a friend happy…

This rectangular window into my soul is going to be a multimedia adventure. As my life scrolls upward before you, I will use this computer, this binary beast of cold logic, to graffiti the walls of the universe with one narrow stripe of my essence. A ticker-tape message going out to a cold, inhospitable, lonely future. A flickering movie reel projecting my art into a vast, dark space, where the screen is beyond my sight and the audience, if there is one, is beyond my reach.

In short, I have no way to gauge your enthusiasm for this project. I can only assume it is far below mine, and I can accept that. No one was clambering for me to do this project, as far as I know. My one glimmer of light in this dismal, dim forest of uncertainty comes, ironically, from the screen of the computer, as we glare at each other in mutual frustration. And there in the gloom is the small button called ‘site stats’. So far, 69 people have found this site. This must be an omen. Or else I have already been here 69 times to look at the site stats…oh, Lord, I hope that isn’t what that means…

So as I wrestle with my digital demons and attempt to exercise my inner turmoil, please, oh please, make comments or give suggestions. Tell your friends to check out the blog. I may never get a million hits, but each hit is a step to somewhere. I may never get to be a published writer, or a rock star, or have any of my art hung in the Louvre, but if anybody sticks with me and reads my story as it hoists its way into the heavens, I will still consider it a victory.

Thank you, one and all…