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So, apologies in advance and I’m prepared for the onslaught of sacrilege-accusing mail. I really don’t mean any offense, it’s I just… I so don’t get this whole Pope thing. But why mock it myself when Fox news has done so for me. Except I don’t think they meant to. I bring you actual quotes from DC Fox News “live continuing coverage of the papal visit” (so funny I had to delay watching top chef and i’m thinking Jon Stewart’s writers can probably take the night off and just show this.)

The quotes (again, DIRECTLY from channel 25, foxnewsdc. Thanks foxnewsdc!)

• “That may have been the reason for his smile as he hopped in his popemobile…”
• “two Catholic schoolgirls were invited inside…”
• photo caption: “Dillon Smith: met the pope” Read the rest of this entry »

I sat next to a six-year-old on the Metro today. On the way to a Nats game, complete with red cap and baseball glove. and gameboy, of course.

His parents were in the row behind us though I didn’t see them at first and he didn’t seem to be paying them much mind, just chattering away in one long continuous sentence.

“Are you going to the game??” I told him I wasn’t and he looked puzzled, as though it hadn’t occurred to him that the train went anywhere else. “It’s at the new park!!! That’s where we’re going!!!!”

Then he started explaining his pokemon game and how he was at level 17. I, of course, understood not a word and said I doubted I could get to level 2. “Oh no, you could! Level one is really easy. REALLY easy.” He continued playing and showing me things I didn’t understand in the game, though I was glad I had at least heard of pokemon.

When I got off the train, I told him to have fun, that I hoped he caught a fly ball. “Me too!” he said. “And also, I am pretty good at Pokemon, like a lot better than a lot of kids.”

As I stepped out of the train, I heard him calling “You’d be good, too! I can tell those things!”

He had me believing.

from vienna, with my british tour group

Judith says, “This is curious. It looks like pork, but tastes just like poultry.”

“Don’t you think? Don’t you think it looks just like pork?”

“No,” says Chris, running her fork through the gravy. “I don’t think it’s a thing like pork, or poultry.”