Papal Conclave.
Mood:  happy
Topic: Evil Things
As you can imagine, I await the results of the papal conclave with bated breath. (That's bated breath as in breath held in abeyance, not baited breath as in breath which smells like dead fish or perhaps breath designed to lure and entice.) It is important to be clear about these things, and if you're among the approximately 98% of Americans who tend to confuse the two, there went a complimentary spelling lesson! You're welcome.

One of the topics of my most intensely burning curiosity, vis-a-vis the papal election, is the name which the new Pope will choose for himself. This is the subject of much speculation, and I believe Vegas is even posting odds. My choice? I vote for Pope Vinnie I. You'd think, with all these Italians holding the office over the years, someone would have picked it by now. I have a strange affection for that name. I once had a turtle named Vinnie, and in fact, when I was in the hospital having my oldest, I tried very hard to persuade my roommate to name her newborn baby boy Vinnie, just to see if I could do it. God, I'm an asshole.