Wacky Ideas
I get lots of goofy ideas. I don’t know where they come from. Nothing spurs them—they just appear. Like just a couple minutes ago when my poor, overworked managing editor, Lee Lovell, kindly asked if there was anything he could do to help with the last remaining stories I was working for this issue. My reply was, “Come to the office wearing a horned Viking helmet and every 13 minutes stand up and just below the threshold of a scream announce, ‘The mice are approaching.’ Then blow a battle call from a ram’s horn trumpet, sit back down, and resume your normal workflow.” If a coworker replied like that to such an innocuous query I think I’d probably have HR drag them away to the funny farm. Maybe I belong there,…