They're reading the Rosary in Italian on the Vatican steps. it's surprisingly soothing.
'The Message'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
There is only one explanation: There must be two Popes.
Schism!!
Sorry. Actually, the reason there were two John XXIII was because the first one was a schismatic one back in the day who was really horrible and corrupt that the modern-day one decided to negate the first one's very existance and pretend he never existed.
Well, I think his real name is Pope John Paul, just as Elizabeth HP is my real name now, although I was born Elizabeth H.Now I wonder -- I had a great aunt (or something) who was a nun, and we always called her by her family name, not her nun name. I wonder what was on her passport?
There's issues there too personal for this board.
Wait, what? You're not going to get into every detail of your family life with thousands of strangers on the internet? That's just wack, man.
Sean, you're sposed to flip to a random page.
Of course!
Okay, I turned on the TV to catch the info about the Pope, and they're interviewing people on the street, and the two people they talked to made my brain hurt.
On woman said "Oh, I'm sure he'll recover, he's recovered before."
Ummm..... I have my doubts this time.
Then a man said "I'm praying to God that he'll get just a little longer with us."
Why? Because he's being such an effective Pope in his current condition? Because there will never be another Pope again?
People make my brain hurt.
As the Pope travels in fits and starts in the misty half-world between this life and his eternal reward (bummer about that celibacy vis-a-vis the 72 virgins, oh yeah, he's eligible), the sweet mystery of life brings us the third in my occasional series, Post-Modern Labelling and WTF?: a study. You'll remember CupASoup and Snark: parts 1 and 2.
Today, I turn my attention to a seemingly haphazard can of Spam Lite, left in my cupboards by a wandering pair of retired folk. (I don't know why, they just do.) Helpfully, Spam lite provides recipes of stuff you can do with their shoggoth-horror product to make it somewhat more edible, and the recipe in question on this day is Spam Quesadillas. On a "Scientific Scale Factor" of icy, warm and caliente, these faux-quesadillas are hot, you'll see.
I quote: "Do not be fooled by the simplicity of this recipe. Yes, it is easy to make, but the flavor is complicated and exotic. Like something that fills your senses and pulls at your heartstrings and then flies away, wanting to be chased. And you will chase it, oh yes, you will."
Tinned spam label recipe chatter that invokes the spirit of Neruda. On flatbread.
This has been another in the occasional series of Post-Modern Labelling and WTF?: A study.
Sweetie, that's the sign of the cross, not waving.
Oh. Well, I'm going off of memories that are about twenty years old, so there's bound to be some inaccuracies. I was more interested in the cool car than the man, anyway. I'd never seen one like it, where I had seen a bunch of nice-looking old men.
Sweetie, that's the sign of the cross, not waving.
You take a pizza pie about a dis-a big. You cut it into quarters, you cut it into eighths, you pass it out to alla people.
(At some point in my early childhood, I really believed that was what the Pope was saying when he did the hand gestures. Then I figured out Father Guido Sarducci was not really a priest.)
Wasn't there a Pope John that made his number two more than the previous Pope John because he (the first one I mentioned) believed the Pope Joan story and figured that a Pope John (who was really female) had been expunged from the records?
Poor Schroedinger's pope.
Once they're published in book form, where anybody can look up the srting, which would now be in the same order every time you looked, aren't they no longer random?
Yes, it's only random within your experiment. If you were to start correlating, say, the results you got with the results someone else got from their random sequence, you would have to check to see that you took your numbers from a different page.
These days, any PC can generate a million random digits in a millisecond. But every few years someone proves that these sequences are not really random, even though they are so close to random that it doesn't matter for anything other than high-level physics. So the book is the 'safe' choice.