religious experience

sorry for the dry spell...like everybody else in this country, i've been tied to the tube, rapt as i watch CNN's coverage of this year's paramount news story: picking the pope.
i'm kidding right? natch. please, people of the red states, find something else to do and help us bring real news back. you know, like kitchen rag-wearing swarthy minions blowing each other to bits, a few house fires in revere or brockton, michael jackson's latest pajama pattern...i used to find it so mundane. but now, day after day of watching all the popefuls, i have found the new zenith of somnolent stories, of soporific sagas. PJP, rest in peace yo, but jesus christ...vote and be done with it. i understand you can't unleash the white smoke on day 1 (wouldn't that be a pope pas?), but let's get the cardinals crackin.

speaking of religious experiences, on friday last, i was sitting at a stop light on my way home from work. before i can hear it, i see a streak of lightning yellow approaching around the bend. a fluorescent zephyr of utter sexiness, the elise corners flat in front of me. my mouth drops open and involuntarily, my arm shoots skyward and my hand forms the "rock on" horns of automotive love. i drove home with a grin that lasted all of 495.