Okay, so I guess it’s time for a public service announcement. If you’re a regular visitor to this little corner in cyberspace, you probably have a good sense of who I am: the regular happy-go-lucky, boisterous bucko kind of guy. In fact, I’m indeed a big fan of messing around and playing with people. But there’s just one thing I never play with, and that’s something I’ve learned from an early age: not to play with fire. You see, when I was a kid I almost set my house on fire from playing with matches. All things accounted for, I only burned down the living room curtains and got the ceiling and most of the walls dyed black… but the utter sensation of terror I picked up from that little experiment was sufficient to provide me with a life-long respect towards fire.
As a grown-up, not only have I given up playing with fire (there are lots of things more interesting to play with 
, but I’ve become somewhat afraid of big fires. I don’t mean I get scared every time I make a barbecue, but I’m a little obsessive with the idea my house may burn down. That’s why I have invested in a good fire alarm as well as a dorgard: I may never have to use them, but at least it makes me feel reassured!