Short post today because it's been all pope all the time. If you had any question about the influence of Da Pope-ah, you need only look at my deleted items folder. Literally hundreds of pope-related stories came across my virtual desk today.
Interesting fact I learned in the process: The state with the most per capita Catholics? Rhode Island.
Also today, I (perhaps foolishly) promised God that I would become Catholic if he appointed a Guinness-drinking, smart-ass über Irishman as the next pope.
Good name for a band: Silver Hammer.
Mmm. Google Gulp
Google also announced Friday that it would be increasing storage space on its Gmail system (how about giving us the option to put things in folders?).
If you are one of the last eight people on the planet who have not received a Gmail invite, I have 50 of them to give away. Drop me an e-mail if you are keen.
One strange element of Gmail: The other day I was trying to look through sent items to find Jenny's IM screen name (I know that she once sent it to me and I replied). But the Gmail system seems to think that I have never sent a single e-mail to her.
"... the 8th Century poem Beowulf records a genuine encounter with a Tyrannosaurus Rex." Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggghhhhhh! We live in Bizarro World.
Radio 1 plays a song by Faith Evans all the time in which she claims that she has been a victim of the media.
"They speculate and exaggerate for a better story," Faith sings.
Huh? Who are you? What are you talking about? I remember a whopping ZERO Faith Evans stories.