Shaun Lewis: the Man, the Myth, the Legend

So, it’s a wonderfully cold Friday afternoon here in the biggest smallest city in Ohio.

I’m pretty bored, just sitting here on the computer with nothing to do. I went outside for a little bit to take some pictures, but it’s colder than absolute zero outside (really—molecules are falling apart outside as I write this) so I came inside pretty quickly. I think the worst part about winter is winter itself. If winter were more like spring or fall, I don’t think winter would be all that bad of a season. Maybe that’s why most of the holidays are in winter—people decided they were depressed and needed to give each other presents or something or another. I bet that’s what happened.

On another note, let’s talk about my plans for this evening. I have none. Most likely, I will hang out with Jason and/or Jacki. After that, I have no idea what I’ll be doing. Perhaps we’ll do what Jason has been wanting to do since last night: get high and go to the Pink Floyd LASER show. Really, I’m pretty sure Jason is joking, but he shouldn’t tempt Jacki like that because Jacki gets excited whenever she hears anything about marijuana.

Just kidding. She likes the crack.

OH! Random aside… I discovered my life’s mission last night. It’s here. If you’re too lazy to look at that, I’ll give you the gist of it. Apparently, Adult Swim is having a contest; the goal is to make a 30-second commercial for the new Harvey Birdman: Attorney at Law 2-disc DVD box set that’s coming out in April (April 14th, to be exact). Seeing as how I like to make movies and Harvey Birdman is one of my favorite shows on Adult Swim, this was right up my alley. If it doesn’t seem like I’m as excited about this contest as I should it’s because I’M HOLDING EVERYTHING BACK SO THAT I CAN MAKE RATIONAL STATEMENTS THAT NORMAL HUMAN BEINGS CAN UNDERSTAND BECAUSE IF I LET MYSELF GET AS EXCITED AS I WANTED ALL MY SPEECH WOULD FLOW INTO ONE LONG INCOMPREHENSIBLE STRING OF WORDS AND EXPLETIVES, WHICH WOULD INEVITABLY END IN A SERIES OF PROFANE GESTURES!!!

Actually, that happens a lot when I converse in regular everyday settings.

Yeah. It’s pretty neat, I think. I’m really excited about this contest. I know I don’t have the greatest chance in the world to win, but I don’t care. I’m excited just to be doing it. Really—I truly am. How quaint.

That’s all for now though.

Note: Everyone wanted to know what the poll said. “Я люблю…” means, “I love…”. The choices were 1) вас 2) хомяков 3) меня and 4) Алэйна Делона. That translates to 1) I love you. 2) I love hamsters. 3) I love myself. and 4) I love Alain Delon. Alain Delon is the French equivalent of Clint Eastwood, which is an inside joke in my old Russian class. Also, a grammar note: it should really be “Я вас/меня люблю,” because the direct object (вас or меня) would go in front of the verb. It doesn’t HAVE TO, of course, but it’s preferred.

Now—that’s all.