Some men test their physical limits, setting aside comfort and safety for their dreams. Others loiter
their way to fame.

Can’t wait to see the movie based a man trolling Wallymart aisles for 41 hours, avoiding eye contact and shunning conversation. How does it end? He leaves the store, like every other customer.

Much credit to Skyler Bartels. In resisting the urge to leave a store, he landed a literary agent. Not only that, the agent came to him.

Perhaps I could barricade myself in Target, hide behind window treatments, and subsist on carmel flavored marshmellows. I might even write a few paragraphs inside the changing room. Ah, but who would feed Oedipus?

Well, the spring holiday was nice, but Monday it’s back to the Monkey House.

Random thought: Around the time I met the Wife, I played bass. My cohorts — The End of One — insisted on an all original set list, and with no demo tape, or money, gigs meant the coffee house circuit, or the neighbors back porch. Good times. Recently, I reovered a few pages of lyrics. A fellow “hipster” scrawled this wonder.

I’ve wrestled with demons
I’ve wrestled with ghosts
I’ve wrestled with spirits
of days I loved the most

Where will the new sky find me?
Stepping gladly.
Where, oh where will the new sky find me?
Stepping gladly.

Dear Lord, if only you had broken his fingers. And made me deaf.

Bad: A piece of equipment breaks, yet by all outward signs is operational.
Ugly: The gear failure causes 10,000 bucks worth of sensitive equipment to restart randomly.
The plus: No one heard me scream in the server room.

So close on my final pass before Team Eagle-Eye. So close…

Nothing says creature of habit quite like robbing the same Taco Bell 4 times. Talk about frequent flyer, the clerks recognized the crook from prior runs and opened the register for him willingly, rather than bother with the ritual: “This is a robbery! Give me all your money.”

It’s good to know your customers.