Shaun Lewis: the Man, the Myth, the Legend

So, it’s very late Thursday morning.

I had a very weird dream today. It was one of those dreams that just BEGS analysis. For that reason, I will give some general details. Apparently, Bob Barker (of The Price is Right fame) started an illegal casino in my garage. Later in the dream, he tried to kill me with a pistol. Eventually, I realized that it was only a dream and forced myself wake up. When I awoke, The Price is Right was on TV. Very scary it was. You know, on second thought it wasn’t so much scary as weird. Particularly because the dream was too long to have only lasted 30 minutes (it was 11:30 when I woke up meaning that the show had been on for only 30 minutes). Perhaps Bob and I have some sort of fate thing happening. He looks pretty old, so maybe my dream means that when he “retires” (read as “dies”) I will be chosen as the successor.

The chances of that are fairly slim, but I will remain hopeful because I’m positive that one day Hollywood will recognize that I’m marketable.

That was just part of my day though. The rest of it was pretty awesome. I just got finished playing 5 hardcore hours of Old School Nintendo. That’s right—NES, brutha. Most of the time Jason was there at my side, playing as Mario (I was Luigi—I dig green). Since he was Mario, one could argue that I was at HIS side, but that’s just not how I see it. Especially since he left before we were finished. Boredom will do that to you, I guess. Also, frustration at not being able to pass a level that a 3rd grader could probably figure out with relative ease. That makes it a bit rough to continue playing sometimes.

It’s a shame Jacki wasn’t here to bask in the immense glory that is NES; she’s all the way across the country in Oregon right now. What’s in Oregon, you ask? I’m not really sure either, but apparently her friends or something. I hope she’s having a wonderful time, but I’m also hopeful that she gets home soon and starts having a wonderful time in Ohio instead of Oregon. I certainly miss her. Hopefully I am missed as well. It’s good to feel missed, you know? Eh, whatever.

On another note, we are having a garage sale at my house tomorrow. It should prove to be interesting. I always like garage sales; I think they’re kind of fun. I like the idea that people I don’t know want to pay money for things I regard as trash. It gives me confidence in capitalism.

I decided to help a little bit with this garage sale. I offered a lot of my old movies for sale (VHS copies, of course). There were a few other things too. I honestly don’t remember everything I scavenged from the house. Most of it was mine. I thought about just picking anything I saw and selling it, but I decided against that. I might’ve been able to get away with that when I was 10, but I just don’t think it’ll work now that I’m 21. Of course, I really do want to try it still. I think I’ll sell our new TV. Asking price: $5.00.

Please note that I am willing to negotiate.

I think that’s all I have to say for now. Originally, I was going to end the entry on that last sentence with the word “negotiate” in it. I decided against it though. It didn’t seem finished. It seemed too abrupt. I hate abrupt endings.