I used to be a big fan of late-night infomercials.  Ron Popeil, that guy with the mustache that always yells.  Somebody is always inventing a better table top grill, or car-parking system, or something that will scramble an egg in the shell.  I wonder how they get all these ideas.  I mean, some of them are better than others, like the mini-rotisserie.  I just wonder what goes through a man's head. 

"I saw a couple of natives on an island somewhere turning a pig on a stick.  I want to do that, but my apartment landlord won't let me.  Hmmm, maybe I could build something for cooking a chicken."

Or perhaps they all get their ideas from tv like the Leptovox lady.  I'm not sure I could handle watching that much Oprah just to get my creative juices, though.

Once I rigged up an old shoulder strap from a bookbag to fit my trumpet case, and found out that it would fit everyone else's instrument case, too.  Couldn't sell 'em though.  No demand.

It sure is a good thing I have some marketable sweat.