just in a regular limo, not the Popemobile.
god, it's like he doesn't understand what it means to be the Pope at all!
Maybe he was in his secret identity; billionaire playboy John Ratzinger, whose parents were horribly humiliated by a street-mime when young John was a mere lad.
Angered by the experience, driven to vengeance, he trained his mind and body to near perfection, working his way up through the ranks of the mysterious Vatican organization and learning their secrets so he could emerge as the vigilante defender of the innocent: POPEMAN! THE FISHERMAN'S KNIGHT! THE BIG-HATTED CRUSADER!
Now he prowls the nighttime rooftops of the city, stopping crimes, punishing muggers and disrupting street theater in all its ugyl, myriad forms with a stunning array of theological gadgets coupled with unstoppable physical might and an indomitable intellect.
He is vengeance.
He is the night.
He is...POPEMAN!
...
Or maybe his waving hand got tired and he just wanted to sit back behind some tinted glass and sip some sacramental wine without having to mug for the tourists.
POPEMAN!
My mind boggles at the possible superpowers. None I can offer, I fear, without offering offense. Still, I love the idea of the Big Hat Crusader. He's invented super strong double-sided tape to keepy the big peaky hat on while fighting crime. Ballroom dancers and saucy starlets consider him a god.
If anyone else watched last night's Colbert Report and enjoyed it as much as I did, there's an excellent taping report here.
I'm going to call my mom and make sure she catches the rerun tonight.
POPEMAN!
"Amongst his weaponry are such diverse elements as...."
When getting rid of chometz
And why do you need to do this?
Because of the whole "matzoh and equivalent only" thing during Passover. You get rid of all the not-matzoh-equivalent materials, and clean everything so even little Cheerio-microbes can't contaminate your Passoverness, etc. Which, I always thought would be a real killer for a slob like me; I would have to, like, sweep under my bed for crumbs and vacuum out the little spaces in my keyboard.
Ah right, thank you. Yeah, me too. Maybe we'd have been neater people if we'd grown up Jewish.
My cousin (who lives about an hour south of Indy) says that her husband felt the quake but she was out feeding the horses and did not - however, she did feel the aftershock that they just had.
I swear, I just felt one, too.
