If you give a man a fish (and he lives in Wisconsin) he will batter it, deep fry it, make a dozen or so brandy old fashioneds, and eat for a day. If you teach a man to fish, he'll hang out in the john reading Cabela's catalogs until his legs go to sleep. Lots of people look at the lavish lives we lead here at Surly and wonder aloud,"How do you suppose I could garner a titch of that awesomeness in my own existence?" They think (and this is all, of course, hopeful conjecture), "Is the kind of fun…