Police say the fake Pope can be easily recognized by his high-top sneakers and incredibly foul mouth
I'M TOO UPSET TO POST. MY COUSIN HAS USURPED MY DREAM.
Dear Family and Friends,
I swapped hats with the pope today! Yes! Browsing through some liturgical goods stores here in Rome yesterday, I found one that sold white zucchetos - papal hats.
I got one and brought it to the Wednesday audience today, held it out to the pope as he exited, and lo and behold he stopped his car, told the guard to get my hat, took his hat off, and put on the one I had brought. It was only for a moment, then he put his own back on and gave mine back to the guard to give to me. Wow! I'm telling you, he is one extremely kind man!
HE HAS A PICTURE DOCUMENTING IT AND EVERYTHING. GODDAMMIT. THAT'S MY DREAM! I'M THE ONE WHO'S SUPPOSED TO SWAP HATS WITH THE POPE. ME! WHAT THE HELL, MAN!
...though, I guess going on a profanity-laced rampage and not simply being happy for my cousin is probably why I will never be worthy to swap hats with the Pope. And not being in Rome right now. Or being a priest. Or a particularly well-behaved person.
... ...TO MAKE MATTERS EVEN WORSE? MY COUSIN HAS ALSO WRITTEN AND PUBLISHED A BOOK. Like, just casually dropped the link into his latest email, asking us to check it out and maybe buy it if we wanted to. IT'S ON AMAZON AND EVERYTHING. IT'S ABOUT A 14 YEAR OLD MEXICAN MARTYR. IT EVEN HAS NEAT ILLUSTRATIONS. THERE'S A DONKEY ON THE COVER. Wait, no, it's a horse. It's still cool.
... ... ...Basically I am just standing here, making the Charlie Brown "AUGHHH!" yell.
But, no, I am happy for him. He's a pretty cool guy. If you'd like to see the book, it's called Blessed Jose - Boy Cristero Martyr. I am too paranoid to link it, because if my cousin ever reads my journal, he may throw holy water at me and try to exorcise me.
I gave notice at work today, which felt kinda weird, but I'm just glad I could do it. None of my co-workers knifed me in the face. (I did get some side-eye looks from my supervisors, who also did not talk to me for the rest of the day. I had hoped, by giving notice early in the morning, they would exclude me from the staff meetings about our new leadership candidates coming, but no dice.)
To close, I think the stories posted at Tor.com are sometimes very hit or miss, but I found I rather liked this one, from a while back: The Witch of Duva: A Ravkan Folk Tale. It's got a nice bite to it.
Dear Family and Friends,
I swapped hats with the pope today! Yes! Browsing through some liturgical goods stores here in Rome yesterday, I found one that sold white zucchetos - papal hats.
I got one and brought it to the Wednesday audience today, held it out to the pope as he exited, and lo and behold he stopped his car, told the guard to get my hat, took his hat off, and put on the one I had brought. It was only for a moment, then he put his own back on and gave mine back to the guard to give to me. Wow! I'm telling you, he is one extremely kind man!
HE HAS A PICTURE DOCUMENTING IT AND EVERYTHING. GODDAMMIT. THAT'S MY DREAM! I'M THE ONE WHO'S SUPPOSED TO SWAP HATS WITH THE POPE. ME! WHAT THE HELL, MAN!
...though, I guess going on a profanity-laced rampage and not simply being happy for my cousin is probably why I will never be worthy to swap hats with the Pope. And not being in Rome right now. Or being a priest. Or a particularly well-behaved person.
... ...TO MAKE MATTERS EVEN WORSE? MY COUSIN HAS ALSO WRITTEN AND PUBLISHED A BOOK. Like, just casually dropped the link into his latest email, asking us to check it out and maybe buy it if we wanted to. IT'S ON AMAZON AND EVERYTHING. IT'S ABOUT A 14 YEAR OLD MEXICAN MARTYR. IT EVEN HAS NEAT ILLUSTRATIONS. THERE'S A DONKEY ON THE COVER. Wait, no, it's a horse. It's still cool.
... ... ...Basically I am just standing here, making the Charlie Brown "AUGHHH!" yell.
But, no, I am happy for him. He's a pretty cool guy. If you'd like to see the book, it's called Blessed Jose - Boy Cristero Martyr. I am too paranoid to link it, because if my cousin ever reads my journal, he may throw holy water at me and try to exorcise me.
I gave notice at work today, which felt kinda weird, but I'm just glad I could do it. None of my co-workers knifed me in the face. (I did get some side-eye looks from my supervisors, who also did not talk to me for the rest of the day. I had hoped, by giving notice early in the morning, they would exclude me from the staff meetings about our new leadership candidates coming, but no dice.)
To close, I think the stories posted at Tor.com are sometimes very hit or miss, but I found I rather liked this one, from a while back: The Witch of Duva: A Ravkan Folk Tale. It's got a nice bite to it.