Yeah, the pope-pope-pope-po-pope.

[jazzfish]

More popish goodness for skreidle's collection, courtesy queue: All your pope are belong to us. "Main balcony doors open."

And meryncadell's classic song about getting to see the pope:

And I cried when I saw that man in white.
I cried, much to my surrounders' delight.
I cried, 'cause I couldn’t breathe anymore; I cried
'cause people were stepping on my feet.

TNH, as usual, talks sense. (And links to things she believes, as good a read today as it was this time last year.)

Comments

[silmaril.livejournal.com]

I love TNH's declaration of belief, and I also like pointing believer friends of mine to it.

I saw you had added me to your reading list, and we seem to have a number of mutual friends (acquaintances?), so I added you back. Hope you don't mind.

[jazzfish]

Nah, don't mind at all. Happy to see you.

We met very briefly in . . . late February? Trip to the Eastern games exhibit at, um, the Sackler gallery one weekend, plus Katamari. I may have said hello, or just been a wallflower; I'm still getting the hang of this whole 'introducing myself to people in person' thing.