The other night I watched a documentary on PBS that blew my fucking mind. It was called "Alone In The Wilderness", about a guy who decided to plunk down on the side of a mountain for 51 years.

The first year he spent building a log cabin from scratch -- and when I say "from scratch," I mean, all he brought with him were the metal ends for his tools. He got up in the woods, whittled out a few axe handles, some sawhorses, and then built a log cabin entirely on his own. I mean, he was hauling HUGE logs down a mountainside all by himself.

About half way through, Dan looked at me and said: "I bet this guy could kick Norm Abram's ass."

I mean, this dude carved his own spoons and bowls. We're not just talking about planting a little garden and doing a little fishing... he built his outhouse by himself, carved out hinges for the doors, and had a kitchen that makes mine look like it was built by a retarded four year old. I was in awe.