And let me tell you, a lot of my old boyfriends will NOT be happy when I publish my graphic novel... not to mention my parents... and my poor husband... come to think of it, I may have to go into the witness protection program...
You old agnostic, you. I TOLD you healing is real!!!! I remember seeing medals like this when I went to Greece at 18 -- a hand, a foot, an eye, stamped in metal. We think we're so sophisticated. NOT. The goddesss loves you, and so do I. Great strip, par usuale. Char is cool.
So you didn't visit the Cyclorama? It's an awesome bit of Christian Kitsch and I loved it. Of course the Church is pretty amazing itself.
I don't think we had a decent meal in the whole of Quebec though ( except for what we cooked ourselves ). Isn't the whole point of French colonies but to leave behind some kind of culinary culture? It worked well in West Africa .
I once had a scheme to do a comic about Saint Jude ( the patron saint of hopeless causes ), it would have been funny.
Bus tours don't give you much leeway, especially when you're a chaperone. But I'm a sucker for a cyclorama--mostly I've done Civil War ones, Gettysburg and I think Atlanta. Thanks for the tip! Maybe next time.
And when I looked up saints on the internet, my fave was the patron saint of diseased cattle. Funny how people's concerns have changed over the years...
The way I see it, this is all about nepotism. God has a son so he gets to be the savior - granny gets to be a saint - the rest of us can't find a decent job!
From what I heard, you should have gotten a medal of Saint Hurl (protects you from hurling up the Qubec City's signature dish).
11:27am / Feb 27, 2010