February 5, 2008

"I'm giving up giving a rat's ass about the Presidential race, for Lent."

It's not just Super Tuesday. It's Mardi Gras. Last night, the subject of what to give up for Lent came up. That is, one commenter started a digression with: "Hey Althouse: What will you be giving up for Lent?" (I've asked to be called "Althouse," so that's not as rude as it looks.) I said "Give me some ideas. I won't give up blogging. Maybe food." Anyway, the title line is what Revenant said.

20 comments:

Hoosier Daddy said...

Mrs. Hoosier and I talked about giving up stuff for Lent the other day.

Mrs. Hoosier: You should give up beer for Lent.

Me. Ok, how about you give up the spa membership and the weekend Sephora makeover sessions with the girls?

Mrs. Hooiser: but...but...I do that to look good for you!

Me. But that's what the beer is for.


Looks like I'm giving up sex for Lent too.

Pogo said...

I'm givin' up good vibrations
(oom bop bop good vibrations)
I'm giving up excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)

Gotta keep those lovin good vibrations
from happenin'

During Lent.

MadisonMan said...

My Dad always takes up reading the Bible during Lent. Maybe I'll do that.

Wurly said...
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Paul Zrimsek said...

I gave up Christianity for Lent once. Turned out to be a real labor-saver in subsequent years.

former law student said...

In Hamtramck, today is Paczki Day.("POONCH-kee") If you can't get authentic paczki (in Hebrew, sufganiyot), eat a jelly doughnut.

Hoosier Daddy said...

today is Paczki Day.("POONCH-kee")

I love those.

Ron said...

I just went a brought back a dozen from the Polish deli near my house. They opened up at 7, with a huge line already there! So I've got one, and some coffee and now return to observe the bloggage...

Roger said...

I am planning to give up clean living for Lent--its counterintuitive, but it makes up for 325 days of clean living.

blogging cockroach said...

oooh today is mardi gras
thats fat tuesday if you come from the planet of english only
and beleive me i like fat
all this food talk is making me hungry
i can hardly wait for tonight when mom
whos french
makes crepes with all kinds of yummy spilly fillings
i will get some you can bet
then there is lent
damn
tommy is the boy whose computer i use
and he wont be getting any candy
to leave half eaten
stuck to the side of the keyboard
damn

Hoosier Daddy said...

So I've got one, and some coffee and now return to observe the bloggage...

They go down better with vodka. Or at least that's what my grandfather would always say.

Funny that was never given up for Lent.....

AllenS said...

I've pretty much given up on religion. The last time I saw a billboard that said: Dial Jesus for help, and had a phone number to call, I made the call and about a half a hour later, a Mexican with a tow truck showed up.

Maxine Weiss said...

When's the bon-fire come around?

Throw all those flimsy tank-tops right in, they'll make good ashes for Wednesday.

You are planning to wear ashes on your forhead, right?

(And they say Scientology is a weird religion?)

Anyway, just offer 'em right up, every single worthless, and unflattering tank-top you've got.

...especially the ones without sleeves.

Maxine Weiss said...

If my ideas are being utilized on this blog, shouldn't I be reimbursed?

Let's split the ad revenue.

I'm serious.

Sincerely,
Maxine

former law student said...

maxine: does your tank top reveal too much of your bra? Is that the real cause of your tank top hatred?

Sheriff Cobb said...

I think it's clear that Maxine has muffin top issues that a tank top will reveal to a world not quite ready for such horror.

Revenant said...

I'm glad you liked my Lent comment. :)

Hoosier Daddy said...

You are planning to wear ashes on your forhead, right?

That's really just symbolic Maxine. Not like that other religion of peace where you really do become ashes after you self detonate.

Blake said...

I thought you were supposed to give up something you enjoyed for Lent. Or is it just a vice. 'cause giving a rat's ass is the latter, not the former.

Oh, well.

C'mon, take me to the Mardi Gras
Let the music wash your soul
You can mingle in the street
You can jingle to the beat
Of the jelly roll

Simon Kenton said...

Threadjack: Anyone else think the blogging cochroach is Sir Archy?

How about it, BC? Admission? Unconvincing denial? A really large parodic talent can express itself across the centuries, across a variety of styles.