Shammed again

Mavis Beacon just popped into my head. I was in an IM conversation about how much of a speed demon I am when it comes down to my WPM. And then I thought about the nice lady on the box that taught me how to type when I was a tyke. Hell, I don't think "The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog" would have even have mattered to me if it wasn't for Beacon. So I was just going to make a quick little blog about Beacon, like "Quit freakin'..." when I stumbled across something totally harrowing.

Our beloved childhood friend Mavis Beacon doesn't exist. I'm not trusting bank tellers again.