Bach: Was mir behagt, ist nur die muntre Jagd
Mozart: Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen

Yes, and?

That's gorgeous! I have a lot of yarn in my stash that is intended for double knitting. I just haven't gotten to it yet. (Counting the days til retirement!)

Let him come down and swim the Mississippi in Orleans Parish and see how he does.

I gave up the church out of boredom. La la la, like plainchant, dull as dishwater. I haven't considered myself a Catholic since I was 15.

You kind of have to be Catholic to be Pope.
Technically, I could be Pope.
I'd be Pope Fiacre.

Alum of the Divinity School. Proud of my alma mater.

I catalogued it a few years ago, though I've been lazy about updating it. I have a good idea what's in there, lots of Mad Tosh, Neighborhood Yarn, and Dirty Water Dyeworks. Among thousands of others. I will not knit it all before I die.

Dear Helen Mirren tells us that life would be so much easier if we learned to tell people to fuck off at a younger age.