Your Marching Orders for Tomorrow

Now, I don't normally make excessive demands on my readers. Demanding steep tributes, sure, but who doesn't do that? At least if they can get away with it. However, I normally don't make you all go out and chip rocks, or use short-handled hoes to pick crops or any of that.

Tomorrow, though, is another thing, so I have to lay down the law:

Eat gumbo. Listen to guys with names like Clifton and Canray. And, most importantly (courtesy of C.P., whose brilliant idea this is), at five minutes to midnight bring up the debate topic of whether or not the feasting is supposed to stop abruptly at the stroke of midnight or whether Lent begins at the first liturgical act of Ash Wednesday. This will work best if everyone is well-oiled.

Since Mardi Gras is about anticipating Ash Wednesday, and that is all about penance, I thought of a fun name for a movie theater: Cinema Purgatorio. All of the films shown will be beneficial to you, they will eventually end, but they will be torture to sit through. And your protestant buddies will claim that the place doesn't exist. "It's OK," you can tell them, "we have a special theater in the basement for your types."

Cinema Purgatorio: this week's special: Road Safety films. Shown in twelve hour blocks.

Laissez les bon temps roulez, folks.