So you'd almost think I was Catholic...

All these Pope postings. Let's just say I'm glad that we missed the insanity in Rome. I mean, there are barely any public toilets anyway, I cannot even IMAGINE what it was like for a week. Yikes!

So this new Pope. I mean, how crazy-cool would it be? I mean, this is like the end-all-be-all. This guy has ARRIVED. I mean, back in the day, I got all exicted waiting to hear if I made National Honor Society, or Student Body President, or was elected to something that SO pales in comparison.

I mean, don't you think he'd be getting into his new white robe and just be running around the joint yelling, "Holy Shit, I'm the POPE!" I mean, he wouldn't be taking God's name in vain or anything, but even so, when you become Pope, I'd say you're even allowed a little blasphemy. I mean, hell, you're POPE for chrissakes!

It's almost better than being President - you get to sell your propaganda to millions of people who take your word as gospel. He's like George Bush for Catholics. I wish I had that kind of power. Like I could make everyone eat one of those new BK Enormous Sandwiches every Friday and make everyone fat and unhealthy. Just because I say so. That would rule.

Fun with phrases

2 phrases that we should do everything in our power to invite (back) into the vernacular:
1. No Sweat!
2. Que Pasa?

Now, my feelings on these. First, "No Sweat" has such a delightfully retro feel to it. It brings back memories of Olivia Newton-John in spandex, roller skates, Valley Girls, and neon.

Que Pasa - just a more fun way of asking "What's up?!" Whattup/wazzup is so last century - and I still use it. (Note to reader: It's not that I'm un-hip - shut it - it's just that I am forgetful in my usage of new phrases until it becomes familiar). But que pasa....now that's got flava.

So bring it. No sweat.