I’ve met one guy named Dragan and he was from Croatia.
“Patron Saint of Various Things That Look Sorta Like Disembodied Tits” is an interesting job title. Also may shed a little light on what cloistered celibate monastic artists imagine the female breast looks like.
In this economy, you take what you can get.
I’m on the verge of wishing St. Vitus’ Dance on everyone in this thread.
Were they painted on the sixteen chapels ceiling?
Terminal giddiness is a difficult way to go…
If you insist…
I know we passed the discussion of candlemass some eons ago, but I just wanted to mention, that in France (also in Belgium and Swiss Romandy) it is also the day of crêpes, because apparently a Pope gave them to people arriving in Rome, or maybe the Vestal Virgins did it. A lot of French people likely have no idea why they eat crêpes on that day, but hey they are tasty, so why not. I don’t think it is waffle day in Belgium though.
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Are there shadows involved in the crepe eating?
I clicked on that link praying that the actual title would be SMUCKERS Presents Saints Preserve Us!”
Bye, thread! And may I suggest that a St Mozart may be a better patron saint than St Cecilia.
Your parents named you St. George?
Or Slayer?
(I mean, maybe he was named after the concert he was concieved at… my real first name is “Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers”)
Years ago, our weekly nickel-and-dime poker game tried playing with tarot cards. We removed the Major Arcana and all the Knight cards, which left us with a playable, 52-card deck. It was interesting, to say the least. Thankfully, nobody died–at least, as far as we knew.
Fang’s godmother is a Dragon.
Draco.
Is there a patron saint of ragtime? St. Tom, perhaps?
Good Og, that man is still kicking.
Who is Fang? 