Fry Me Up Some Latkes... Dammit

Sorry I've been out of commission around here for the past 5-6 days. My new boss insists I put in these 12 hour days and unlike those aimless mornings and afternoons with my previous boss, I'm no longer finding time to get my long-winded posts in during the day. From now on, expect updates to show up at night... Or in the middle of it. I had a post written and ready to go yesterday - it was about Lent on Fridays but I've decided to cut it and only leave the brief comment about Lent below. Since you'll bitch, this is what it was kinda about - This shifty kid with blue hair approached Chris and I, talking about revolution and conspiracies and I just wasn't having it. After we sent his patchouli ass back to his table and went on about our way, this mini-revolution of lime jello went down near the fro-yo machine... a protest of the no-meat policies in the dining hall. Turns out, it was this kid and his hipster doofus cronies. Maybe I should've listened to him and got involved.. maybe not. Either way, you're not getting the bulk of the story because it's entirely too boring. Maybe something else will go down next week.

Today Yesterday Friday, we broke for lunch following a 2 hour movie and noticed that there were about 20 minutes left for lunch at SDH. After discussing our options, Chris and I decided to take a stroll to South Quad. Normally, we probably wouldn't have - it's not like we're living in the dorms anymore. But we were both out of cash, weren't interested in a visit to the ATM, and it was the tail end of the lunch hour.. the amount of visitors (unlike Reckers) would be few. We walked in and were immediately smacked with the aroma of the Lenten Season. Mmm... fish sticks. Stale, breaded, and Gordon's fisherman good. That old man reels in squares of cod like they're the fish of Capistrano. I'm consistently impressed... must be that yellow slicker. This is my 5th go of Lent round these parts and something that's always confused me is the practice of foregoing meat on Fridays. Why isn't it offered? It's an age-old question, boring to everyone but freshmen, so no, I don't think I'm presenting anything new. I'm only saying that it continues to make zero sense to me, as the refusal to serve meat completely defeats the purpose of sacrifice. How can I prove to God that I can resist such non-sinful delights and material desires if these nermals don't give me the option? Christ, I can go without sex and donuts if no one offers them to me. Were I one of the dining hall gods, I'd offer up all kinds of meat. Quality, succulent steaks; pork chops; thick, juicy, flame-broiled burgers; ribs; and all other melt in your mouth, mouth-watering options of cow known to man. I'd put A-1 next to the ketchup, wet naps and those slick, plastic rib bibs next to the napkins, and I'd even throw in a grillman. Then let's see some sacrifice. What's the harm in a meat option? I know, I know. This is a Catholic school. If I don't like it, I can leave. But you're gonna tell me that these boner-biting bastards can't hook me up with a ham sandwich? I know there are more students in any ethnic minority here at Lily White U than there are Jews but how about somebody in that cooking staff fryin up some fucking latkes. They're not just for Hanukkah anymore, kids.