It's a bitterly cold Saturday afternoon inside the big candy-striped tent, and the gaggle of folks who have paid the $1 admission don't know what to think about the man with the slightly crooked mouth standing before them. All they know is that something weird is about to happen: The man says he's going to eat a light bulb. Now, the proper etiquette in fine luminary dining is to crunch the neck of the bulb first, and when the man puts the bulb in his mouth and bites down, making an audible pop, you can feel the audience's repulsion. "Ewww," they groan. "Oh my... More >>>