Shaun Lewis: the Man, the Myth, the Legend

So… yep. It’s definitely Thursday.

Hey! It’s Thursday! I almost got hit by 2 cars!

Yes, that’s right, 2 cars. I think we ALL knew this day would come. Actually, it comes a lot of times during the week. I almost get hit by cars every Thursday. It’s starting to become part of weekly routine. I wonder if there is a reason why I come so close to death every week. Probably, but who cares about that anyway?

The answer: my insurance company.

Oh jeez. I could on and on for hours about insurance companies. They are one of the biggest thorns in my side. I don’t think I’m going to though. I don’t think it would be nice of me. I don’t think people want to listen to me complain. I think people want me to DANCE MY HEART OUT!

Unfortunately, that won’t be happening today.

So, apparently (and this is old news) Ralph Nader is not going to be eligible to run for president in the state of Ohio. Something about forged signatures on petitions or something.

…I’m not really sure where I was going with that, but there it is.

So, I haven’t started talking about what I’ve been up to. I worked yesterday. I actually had a good time working. Good times, good times. Fencing was OK. I took a few pictures. All was well. I need to start working on the fencing website. The problem is that I need pictures first. I have a few of my own, but I have never gotten around to scanning them. Also, I would like some new black and white ones.

Very entertaining, isn’t it?

For those of you out there who care, I’ve made a temporary (for now, at least) switch in browsers. I want to fully investigate the possibilities of Mozilla Firefox (”Like a fox!”) because I don’t think I’ve ever given it a fair shot. I also am enjoying Mozilla Thunderbird VERY much for my email. I will admit I do find that program most excellent. I highly recommend it. The best part, I think, is that it’s free!

I enjoy free things very much.

I think that’s about all I really feel like writing today. Not really in a coherent sentence structure mood. Kind of sucks, but oh well.

The End and junk…