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Mar. 15th, 2013 07:40 pmLET'S TALK POPES.
( Or, a play by play of how Flidget and I awaited the announcement from the papal conclave )
My cousin, who is in Rome and preparing to be ordained at the end of the year, has basically been sending me breathless minute by minute updates of the whole process through email, which were actually kind of nifty. This would consist of the current breaking news, which for a long time was basically the cardinals trickling in and getting into the "mixer" stage of choosing, where they were milling around the punch bowl, getting caught up with each other's lives, while eying each other shyly and figuring out who was going to ask who to dance first.
Also, (since I keep mentioning it) there was an interlude where no one knew where the main Vietnamese cardinal was. He was last spotted somewhere between Vietnam and Rome. No lie, that was basically the update status on him. "Somewhere between these two points." Eventually, he did show up to the party.
Every time I start to say something about hockey, the Caps either sky rocket or nose dive, so I'm just going to... let them do their thing. And hope that it either involves a miraculous run to the playoffs or a tank so epic that we end up with the number one draft pick. NO MIDDLE GROUND. In the mean time, here are some links that don't have to do with the pope.
( Links about music mash-ups, hockey, tag, Russia, all girls schools, military masturbation, ancient graffiti, how to hunt yetis, spite-houses, and male cosplay )
I went to my first professional basketball game, on a date with a guy who got really amazing tickets from one of his clients. (These were seats that were so close that I was constantly flinching because I was afraid I was going to get hit by the ball and/or a very tall and sweaty man.) It was interesting, even though I know jack shit about basketball. What did kind of impress me was how much stuff they constantly have going on in the time out and commercial breaks. With hockey, you just watch dudes skating around; with football, maybe the cheerleaders do a little thing on the sideline. Baseball, okay, we have our racing President mascots, but that's only once during the game. But during the basketball game, it was a constant parade onto and off the court of cheerleaders, mascots on trampolines, a blue dude and a bunch of guys in suits making trick shots off the trampolines, a Turkish Heritage Night dance by schoolchildren, a dude in a money booth, people answering trivia, people playing musical chairs... kind of exhausting. But hey, we won, and I got accidentally elbowed TWICE by whatever the hell G-Wiz is. Good times.
( Or, a play by play of how Flidget and I awaited the announcement from the papal conclave )
My cousin, who is in Rome and preparing to be ordained at the end of the year, has basically been sending me breathless minute by minute updates of the whole process through email, which were actually kind of nifty. This would consist of the current breaking news, which for a long time was basically the cardinals trickling in and getting into the "mixer" stage of choosing, where they were milling around the punch bowl, getting caught up with each other's lives, while eying each other shyly and figuring out who was going to ask who to dance first.
Also, (since I keep mentioning it) there was an interlude where no one knew where the main Vietnamese cardinal was. He was last spotted somewhere between Vietnam and Rome. No lie, that was basically the update status on him. "Somewhere between these two points." Eventually, he did show up to the party.
Every time I start to say something about hockey, the Caps either sky rocket or nose dive, so I'm just going to... let them do their thing. And hope that it either involves a miraculous run to the playoffs or a tank so epic that we end up with the number one draft pick. NO MIDDLE GROUND. In the mean time, here are some links that don't have to do with the pope.
( Links about music mash-ups, hockey, tag, Russia, all girls schools, military masturbation, ancient graffiti, how to hunt yetis, spite-houses, and male cosplay )
I went to my first professional basketball game, on a date with a guy who got really amazing tickets from one of his clients. (These were seats that were so close that I was constantly flinching because I was afraid I was going to get hit by the ball and/or a very tall and sweaty man.) It was interesting, even though I know jack shit about basketball. What did kind of impress me was how much stuff they constantly have going on in the time out and commercial breaks. With hockey, you just watch dudes skating around; with football, maybe the cheerleaders do a little thing on the sideline. Baseball, okay, we have our racing President mascots, but that's only once during the game. But during the basketball game, it was a constant parade onto and off the court of cheerleaders, mascots on trampolines, a blue dude and a bunch of guys in suits making trick shots off the trampolines, a Turkish Heritage Night dance by schoolchildren, a dude in a money booth, people answering trivia, people playing musical chairs... kind of exhausting. But hey, we won, and I got accidentally elbowed TWICE by whatever the hell G-Wiz is. Good times.
