Monthly Archives: February 2007

Give it up for Lent!

I’m proud to be a Baptist (or, as my sister now refers to the denomination, “a dipper”), but I do enjoy certain aspects of the Catholic liturgical tradition, including Lent.

Now, I can’t find much biblical basis to support not eating meat on Friday (but fish is OK and you’re exempt if you’re older than 59… the rule is also lifted if St. Patrick’s Day falls on a Friday so Catholics can eat corned beef), but I think no harm can come from giving up something I think I can’t live without. The idea, at least as far I can interpret the catechism, is to think of Christ’s suffering every time you desire that which you’ve temporarily sacrificed.

For my Catholic friend Justin, his sacrifice was CDs and Sprite. Yeah, he really went all out. I don’t know if I could do without music.

No word yet on if Luis is giving anything up.

My “sacrifice” is that from Ash Wednesday (Feb. 21) to Easter (April 8), I’m going to do my best to avoid Dr Pepper and fast food. Actually, that will probably be a lot tougher than Justin giving up his Weezer.


My New Name

1. YOUR SPY NAME: (middle name and current street name)
Killis Oxford (awesome)

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad’s side, your favorite candy)
Guy Fifth Avenue (also awesome)

3. YOUR RAP NAME: (first initial of first name, first three or four letters of your last name)
B-Koon (sounds vaguely racist)

4. YOUR GAMER TAG: (a favorite color, a favorite animal)
Purple Falcon (sounds vaguely gay)

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Killis Norman (sounds plausible)

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother’s maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet’s name)
Koo-Bel-Mon (also sounds plausible)

7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom’s maiden name spelled backward)
Sillik Rehcleb (sounds evil)

8. SUPERHERO NAME: (“The”, your favorite color, the automobile your mom drives)
The Purple Carvan (probably has lame super powers)

9. YOUR ACTION HERO NAME: (first name of a main character in the last movie you watched, last food you ate)
Cole Chicken (just plain retarded)

Hell in a handbasket. Hell in a frickin’ handbasket.

Oh, and is it just me, or is Hilary flashing gang signs?

Potential comment A: It’s been a proud couple of weeks for journalists.
Potential comment B: She can’t help it, she’s TV.

Grillin’ in the Rain


I’m grillin’ in the rain
Just grillin’ in the rain
What a glorious feelin’
I’m happy again

I’m laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun’s in my heart
And I’m ready for love

Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone join the race
Come on with the rain
I’ve a six steaks to place

I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just grillin’,
Grillin’ in the rain.

The last three times I cooked on my massive charcoal grill, it was snowing, sleeting and finally raining. Good times. There’s something undeniably manly about grilling (which is why it’s the only type of cooking in which a majority of men will take the time to become competent). Toss in stupidity of standing out in the rain trying to make fire, and it’s uber-manly. It’s primal. It’s a link thousands of years into the past to Adam who, after being kicked out of the garden of Eden, realized he had not just been naming a list of creatures, he’d been creating a menu.

If you want an example that didn’t damn all mankind to a life of sin and proves the holiness of grilling in less than dry conditions, take Elijah. In I Kings 18, Elijah the prophet made a bonfire, threw on some steaks then poured water all over it, only to have God prove his might by hurling down great fireballs from Heaven, thus proving that Baal was false god.

So far God has not made Himself available to help get my fires to light, but a good dose of lighter fluid – even the cheap generic kind – will overcome all but the most stubborn precipitation.

Sure you, do sort of have to rush the meat from the grill to the great indoors before the rain and mar it’s well-done goodness, but that’s a small price to pay for the hissing and sizzling that occurs each time a rain drop hits the 500-degree lid of the grill. The best is when it’s covered in snow and ice: it slowly begins to melt then all at once you have a water fall gushing onto your deck while your burgers are getting ready to flip.