Up earlier this morning than normal, but even much surfing through online news nothing seems to strike an emotional chord — most of the shit is so depressing, each click seems just like the last one.
Apparently, the whole world is going to shit in a wire basket.
And it’s getting frustrating because I have to leave for work soon — must still shit, shower and shave before I go and no newsworthy item has popped and it’s starting to crunch on the early-morning crunch time.
This the only pop-up, and just as nuts, and a break in intelligence, but it’s in Wisconsin:
Wisth has a beef with the all-you-can-eat fish fry at Chuck’s Place.
He was there Friday when the restaurant cut him off after he ate a dozen pieces.
“Well, we asked for more fish and they refused to give us any more fish,” recalled Wisth.
The restaurant says it was running out of fish and patience; arguing Bill has been a problem customer before.
They sent him on his way with another eight pieces, but that still wasn’t enough.
He was so fired up, he called the police.
“I think that people have to stand up for consumers,” said Wisth.
And he wasn’t done.
He came back two days later with a picket sign.
Elizabeth Roeming is a waitress there and says they’ve tried to work with Bill over the years — like letting him have a tab he still hasn’t paid off.
Bill isn’t backing down, saying his fish fry fight isn’t over.
But in the end, even he had something nice to say.
“They do have like some of the best pizza in town if you like deep dish pizza,” said Wisth.
Bill Wisth says he will picket every Sunday until the restaurant rethinks what happened.
This from Emily Dickinson is a major reason for this:
The Brain â€” is wider than the Sky â€”
For â€” put them side by side â€”
The one the other will contain
With ease â€” and You â€” beside â€”
The Brain is deeper than the sea â€”
For â€” hold them â€” Blue to Blue â€”
The one the other will absorb â€”
As Sponges â€” Buckets â€” do â€”
The Brain is just the weight of God â€”
For â€” Heft them â€” Pound for Pound â€”
And they will differ â€” if they do â€”
As Syllable from Sound â€”
Time is pure speed snorted through a straw of history.