…yes, I also fixed the kitchen sink. ABS piping rocks.
I know. You’re wondering how the ribs turned out. You’re on the edge of your seat, waiting for tales of meaty goodness.
Well, they weren’t too bad.
I should mention that the end to today’s experiment in meat will depend on the hack job I’ve been doing to our kitchen sink for the past week. No matter how groovy the ribs turn out, the evening will be a disaster if we have to do the dishes in the bathroom sink. I hope to God the ABS joints I soldered together this morning hold, ’cause, dammit, I’m just about ready to admit defeat. Razza-frazzin’ water…
Today, we’re taking a bold step: we’re grillin’ us some ribs.
I’ve tried ribs before, and they don’t come out right. They’re either underdone, or burnt, or bland, or just missing something. I’ve tried pre-boiling, which just turns the meat a nasty gray, and steam broiling, which got the moisture right but missed the good smoky flavor of the grill. I’ve plain ol’ grilling with sauce, and that just gave me a rack of burnt, sugary meat. Not good.
But today, we’re gonna try something new. After watching Alton Brown talk about ribs, and after consulting the righteous Cook’s Illustrated The Best Recipe, I think we’re ready.
You are allowed thirty seconds of self-doubt about your writing mojo. You are allowed fifteen seconds to feel bad about a negative critique. You are allowed five seconds of rage, five of denouncing everyone who thinks you suck, then five seconds of sober reflection.
Then you get your ass back in the chair and get back to writing.
Writing is what matters. Changing the world from my own backyard matters. Dropping a pants size matters. Making the salsa of the gods matters. Being a husband matters. Making real connects matters. Fictionados matters. Publishing matters. Cycling matters. Cooking matters. Compost matters.
Remember that. Repeat that, over and over, as you continue to get it right.
I never thought I’d agree with a game company CEO, but Mark Long is right. SAG and AFTRA can get the hell in line.
Besides, wouldn’t that mean that the wooden dolts from the first Resident Evil get residuals? Do we really want to reward that kind of poor workmanship? I think not.







