Man, you go out for coffee, and you miss the pope dying. Then not dying. Then maybe being dead. Then backpedalling on the reports of death. So effectively, the pope is the same as when I went to coffee–doin’ bad, but not dead yet. I keep track with the interest of anyone else on a relatively slow news day. Being far too young to recall any previous papal demises, I’m vaguely intrigued by the amount of news coverage.
In other news, I don’t have a good April Fool’s Joke. I’d claim that due to lack of readership, I am turning Digger into an X-rated furry comic, but nobody’d believe that for a second. (Digger: “Right, then. I’m outta here. Call when you get the plot back….”) I never have good April Fool’s jokes. Oh, well.