Monday evening, I took video of a bartender stepping outside of a Plaza bar and blowing fire, which is a stupid bartender trick, but the ensuing fireball was so large that I briefly thought we were all going to die. Not a hair on his head was singed, so he knew what he was doing. A group of people at the bus stop across the street yelled for him to do it again, but I think I was startled enough to just skip Halloween this year.
Speaking of danger, I applied for an interesting job in Iraq. I like to think that they're not backfilling for some tragic reason. There are a lot of personal and/or testosterone driven reasons why I would try for this job, even for the short term. Plus, about a hundred thousand of them with no Federal withholding. I don't have all the skills they're asking for, but I have most of them, and the rest can be attained by reading some books and some OJT. It could be the adventure of a lifetime, or it could really suck for a while and set my resume apart somewhat. It might make me wealthy. Or, I could be maimed or killed traveling around that Allah-forsaken place fixing wonky network issues. Maybe I could get a similar fix by skydiving, but I think braving a war where my skills are in demand might be more intense.