Thursday, February 28, 2013
And so we had a bit of a discussion, briefly, in which I mentioned that it really doesn't matter because all the new Popes are pretty much indistinguishable from the old Popes, and then Clerk asked whether any Popes had ever come from outside of Europe, and I said I was pretty sure that all prior Popes had been EuroPopes.
And Clerk then said it would be great if we had an African Pope named, or perhaps a Canadian Pope, and I said that a Canadian Pope would be "the politest Pope ever," and that perhaps maple syrup would be served at Mass, and then congratulated myself aloud for reducing a religion and a country to the most obvious stereotypes all in one sentence.
At which point Clerk said that would be a great thing, to have a Canadian Pope, because:
"You could have Silver Dollar Pancakes for communion and syrup instead of wine and dip the pancakes into it."
That is so incredible that we stopped the conversation and I told Clerk she won the day.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
He wanted to watch Go, Diego, Go, the "Gorilla Fun" episode.
Mr Bunches: Watch "Go Diego" Gorilla Fun?
Me: Sure. But first you have to tell me what a gorilla says.
Mr Bunches: *mimicks gorilla pounding chest* Oo oo ah ah
Me: Very good. And what does a gorilla eat?
Mr Bunches: roots and leaves.
Me: *thinks* I was looking for "bananas."
But of course, he's right. Of course he's right. In fact, gorillas are as likely to shred a banana tree to eat the interior as they are to eat the bananas, something I only learned once I looked it up because I was going to fact-check Mr Bunches.
Perhaps I should be watching more Go, Diego, Go!
IN CASE YOU MISSED IT here is a picture I posted to my Twitter feed the other day of Mr F planking.
See why you should follow me? Imagine how much better that was if you saw it live.