How Not to Bar-B-Que

Friday was beautiful outside, not a cloud in the sky, I'm leaving work at 5pm and I stop by Jen's desk. She looks a little frustrated with her code. So I think, hey, let's bar-b-que. She loves it when I do that, and I like it too. And it's been several months (at least since October) since I last bar-b-qued.

So I had quite an evening of accomplishments in my quest to bar-b-que for the first time in 2005.

1. Broke the electric charcoal starter.
2. Discovered that I can't remember which corn is better: canned or frozen.
3. Discovered that frozen corn is, in fact, better.
4. Also discovered that spicing the pork chops with garlic salt and too much cheasepeake bay spice doesn't really taste good.
5. Nearly burned my right index finger and thumb.
6. Did burn my left index finger and thumb when I went back outside to put the chops back on (they weren't done).
7. Consequently overcooked one side of the chops.
8. Discovered that trying to use a knife and fork to cut overcooked chops, when suffering from burnt fingers, is not pleasant.
9. Discovered that my wife loves me enough to not comment on the poor state of the pork chops until I do. :)

So after all that, I really needed a good laugh. Wil Wheaton pulled through for me, check out his post on humorless Star Wars ubernerds. To summarize it in one line: "I lined up at the wrong theatre for Star Wars, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."