You guys remember the scene in the movie "The Wizard Of Oz" (thank you, L. Frank Baum) where Dorothy and the Scarecrow and the Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion are trying to convince the guard at the front door of the Wizard's palace to grant them an audience with Oz...
...and he listens sympathetically for a few moments...
...then tells them, rather bluntly, to move on, and come back tomorrow...
...after all the heartache and travail they went through to get there; what an asshole.
Guess what, guys? Your Pope hasn't got a clue what to write about today, and, due to time constraints and general laziness on the part "His Immenseness", I didn't just rerun an old post like I usually do when I'm suffering from "writer's block", which in my case presupposes "writer", so...
"Now go away and come back tomorrow."
And clean up the mess that lion just made. Geez.
Okay, standard fall-back suggestion: check out my short, animated video, "The Pope John Cheer" at:
<http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/web_final_hi/a1adfd3c-78a3-11e0-a6c5-003048d6740d_61.mp4>
It's truly wonderful, just like your Pope Guy, and approved and licensed by the All John All The Time World Church Bored Of Elders.
I guess that makes it official or something. Anyway, you can get your daily dose of the "SBOJ" (Soothing Balm Of Johnism) from the video, and then I'm off the hook for the day. (Me and the Harley Dog are heading for the beach; we walk along the Palisades above the Pacific Coast Highway in Santa Monica, and Harley about goes nuts trying to sniff all the places the other dogs in the park have gone "wee". One of my all-time favorites authors, an hysterically funny man named Christopher Moore, says that a dog whizzing on a tree is leaving a "doggie email"; I love that.) Anyway, Harley will drive himself to distraction trying to answer all the messages (and run out of pee long before he does) and I'll commune with Nature (and I promise I will not notice all the half-naked and mostly naked women enjoying the park and the beach) and then later on this afternoon we'll come home, have a bite (Harley and I take turns on each other) and then later on watch the Dodgers embarrass themselves against the Chicago White Sox.
My daughter and son-in-law are BIG White Sox fans; I love them anyway. (They're turning my two grandsons into Sox fans as well, that's the problem with this situation, but hey, it could be worse; they could be Cubs fans.)
Love and beachballs,
PJTT
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