I was born into this world with one purpose; to join in the running of the bulls during the festival of San Fermín in Pamplona. After a freak accident where I was gored in the pancreas by one of the raging ungulates, I sought refuge in the misty mountains of Tomtabacken, Sweden. It was there that I trained in the ancient art of scrap-booking. Feeling that I had overstayed my welcome and, coincidentally, after a minor incident with a group of senior citizens, I was graciously escorted out of the country. Finally, finding my home in Utah, it was here where I started fiddling around with these computer gizmos. Some 15 years later, I'm still stuck doing the same thing day in and day out. So there you have it, and it's all true. I SWEAR!