I’ve reached peak fatherhood.
The kerning on the pope’s tomb is a travesty
It really is quietly beautiful. But atop that marble is a tomb inscribed with the name “Franciscus.” Or what—due to terrible spacing between letters, known as kerning—reads something more like “F R A NCIS VS.”
This is a grave matter.
This is firmly in my bullseye: esoteric liturgical nomenclature and a solid pun.
If only the thurifer was a member of a mendicant religious order. (Because if there’s smoke, there’s friar.)
Finished reading: Between Heaven and Mirth by James Martin 📚
This website is a hoot.
Christmas Presence
In which I explore Winnie-the-Pooh fan fic, judgy looking saints, the Grammys, and make a song recommendation.
Trolley Problem Variations For Dads
Dear McSweeney’s,
You’ve done it again. Thank you.
You’re on a trolley speeding towards a railway switch. Your father must decide whether to let the train hit the people on the track or switch to the alternate track with only one person on it. He responds, “Go ask your mother.”
If you make a carving of me, please use this pose. Thank you.
Life is…
🎶 We gonna rock down to salami avenue 🎶