Hello, all. I turned on the radio just now and the Beeb World Service is having special coverage. Ten different national leaders have said, "Yep, he's dead." Good thing Popes don't die very often, because hello to the wall-to-wall coverage.

Had brunch this morning with our own Ellen S. We discussed the difference between parody and satire, and I could not get her to agree with me (except to the facts that both Seinfeld and Orwell are irritating and need to go away).

Now I am being responsible, and I hate that.

Too funny, Nutty. I was thinking of calling one of you guys to see if you wanted to help me avoid my homework by going shopping. I've decided to do homework, though. I hate the responsible thing too. Weekends are for fun, dammit!

Hey, VW. Want I should drop by for that box sometime tonight? I don't know when I will be headed home, but it will be like after my brain explodes but before kingdom come.

Sure! Just a warning, though. Actually two warnings:

1. Bastet has claimed that box, so a) you'll have to fight her for it; b) the clothes are covered in cat hair. I will try to get some of the cat hair gone before you come, but I can't guarantee they'll stay that way.

2. The place is a MESS.

It's kind of like seeing a relative you don't agree with but still respect die.

Yep, just like this.

Instead of doing work, I'm fiddling with iTunes. And hiding from the crazy wind outside.

Is anyone else kind of hoping they televise the whole 'checking the new pope's testicles' thing? Not televise televise, obviously. But think of the ratings!

And hiding from the crazy wind outside.

It's redonkulous. I've given up any hope of doing anything but lunch and hiding.

RIDONKULOUS! Exactly!

I really need to go grocery shopping, but I think I missed the window already. Good thing I still have Easter Candy to eat....

Yep, it's pouring again, and the wind is HOWLING. It's scary out there. I'm hiding in my office.

ETA: And my tag is ridiculously wrong right now.

It's beautiful here in Illinois -- sunny, bright, relatively warm.

I ran errands, got my haircut, and have now watched a derby prep race.

JOA: I am so very upset with Adam !!! I know he's all confused and upset too -- but yes . . . Mrs. LandinghamGod should be taking Joan home and feeding her stew and home-made apple pie with French vanilla ice-cream.