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[which_chick]

I am now officially tired of making sand tarts. Three batches is enough. I think I'm cured for a year, anyway. Moravian spice cookies, too. Done now. Am packaging up the cookies and handing them off to people so that I don't eat them all myself have to look at them anymore. Being handed a dozen cookies isn't much of an imposition, mind. They're very, very delightful cookies. Anyone out there want some? I've got lots.

Also, happy solstice. I'm pretty sure that the whole point of the winter solstice is to say the following important public service announcement: "COME BACK, MR. SUN!! We miss you!"

I *know* the solstice means the long night is over and they'll be getting shorter from here on out, but frankly January isn't much damn fun and February is the cruelest month. (That Eliot fellow was dead wrong.) February is cold and dark and bitter. It's unrelenting in its misery, a problem compounded by the fact that I'm TIRED of winter after January. I never look forward to February. From a non-astronomy-related perspective, things in these parts do not start to improve until March rolls around so all ya'll can solstice all you want, we've still got two solid months of shitty, dark, cold weather to get through.

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[electroweak.livejournal.com]

Declare yourself to be Pope, which pretty much automatically makes you an antipope in the history books. If you do this you'll have to remember not to get too close to Rome, though, or we'll have to visit you with a cloud chamber afterwards.

[gwangi.livejournal.com]

Plus, if the real Pope is basically (http://www.chick.com/tractimages8665/0071/0071_17.gif) Satan, then all of Jack Chick's followers will flock to my antiPopehood and I'll be able to lead an army of zealots. Constantinople will at long last be ours!