Can I get a conclave over here?

Look at us. It’s embarrassing. We’re helplessly fascinated by all the cool weird rituals surrounding the selection of the pope. Of course we want to hear about the white smoke (whoooo) and the black smoke (oooo, ohhhhhhoooo) and imagine vaulting ceilings and all those long white robes with red robes seeming to float en masse over marble floors.

No one from the Vatican has even tried to get us to buy the previous story about the pope. The one we all heard for years–about the pope being touched or chosen by god.

So we don’t even get to wonder about the reality of the magic in the conclave, and it’s STILL compelling–it’s the rituals, those weird, ancient, other-worldly rituals. I can’t help but watch. And it hasn’t even gotten good yet. (And by “good” I mean very very bad)

sometimes I feel like

“She spent almost all of her time walking about in her picketty-pecketty fashion, scratching everywhere for worms.”

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OCD or Awesome?

I did this green collecting the other week when Vine was introduced. I wanted to see their minty green against all the other greens, and then I got carried away. But a funny thing happened on the way to the … Continue reading →