The Saints’ Song (to the tune of “The Major-General’s Song”) Verse 1 There’s Ag-nes, Anne, and An-tho-ny, and Ba-sil, Be-ne-dict, And Ca-ther-ine of Al-ex-an-dria, Clare, and Do-mi-nic, There’s Ed-ward, Fran-cis, Gre-go-ry, and He-le-na, so pious too, And Ig-na-tius, Je-rome, and Joan of Arc, who’d fight and pray for you! There’s Law-rence, Lu-cy, Mar-ga-ret, and Mo-ni-ca, ma-ter-nal-ly, And Ni-cho-las (with presents, though he start-ed lit-ur-gi-cal-ly), From O-laf up to Zi-ta, ev-’ry saint is quite ca-non-i-cal— I know the sa-cred cal-en-dar, it’s frank-ly as-tro-nom-i-cal! (Chorus) He knows the sa-cred cal-en-dar, it’s frank-ly as-tro-nom-i-cal! He knows the sa-cred cal-en-dar, it’s frank-ly as-tro-nom-i-cal! Verse 2 There’s Pat-rick, Paul, and Pe-ter, plus Se-bas-tian (ar-rows trag-i-cal), And Ste-phen (stoned but saint-ly), who’s dis-tinct-ly ped-a-gog-i-cal, There’s Thom-as More, and Thom-as Beck-et, Thom-as A-qui-nas too, And Val-en-tine, whose card de-sign’s com-mer-cial-ly askew, There’s Ce-cil-ia, pa-tron-ess of mu-sic, ev-er lyr-i-cal, And Clau-dia, Con-stan-tine, and Chris-to-pher (empir-i-cal?), There’s Am-brose, An-selm, Ath-a-na-si-us, Au-gus-tine (in-tel-lec-tu-al!)— Their feast days fill the Church’s year in or-der quite per-pet-u-al! (Chorus) Their feast days fill the Church’s year in or-der quite per-pet-u-al! Their feast days fill the Church’s year in or-der quite per-pet-u-al! Verse 3 There’s Bri-gid, Ber-nard, Blaise, and Bar-ba-ra, Bon-a-ven-ture, Bea, And Hil-de-gard of Bin-gen, who com-posed in saint-ly Do-ri-an key, There’s George, who slew a dra-gon (though it might have been meta-phor-i-cal), And Ri-ta, who’s for caus-es that are frank-ly cat-e-gor-i-cal, There’s Hu-bert, Is-i-dore, E-li-as, E-liz-a-beth, and Anne, And Scho-las-ti-ca (with Ben-e-dict, her con-tem-pla-tive old man), From Xa-vi-er to Zo-zi-mus, I’ve list-ed quite the pan-o-ply— I’m prac-ti-cal-ly a walk-ing hag-i-ol-o-gy an-thol-o-gy! (Chorus) He’s prac-ti-cal-ly a walk-ing hag-i-ol-o-gy an-thol-o-gy! He’s prac-ti-cal-ly a walk-ing hag-i-ol-o-gy an-thol-o-gy! Final Verse So if you seek a pa-tron for your vir-tue or vo-ca-tion-al, I’ll find one most ap-pro-pri-ate, how-ev-er sit-u-a-tion-al, For sail-ors, smiths, or stu-dents, there’s a saint that fits gram-mat-i-cal-ly, And all of them pro-nounce their names in ways un-sys-tem-at-i-cal!) From mar-tyrs, monks, and mys-tics to the moth-ers most im-mac-u-late, I cat-a-log their ho-li-ness in tem-po quick and ac-cu-rate, In short, in mat-ters sanc-ti-fied, se-raph-ic, and his-tor-i-cal— I am the ver-y mod-el of a saint-ly cat-e-gor-i-cal! (Final Chorus) In short, in mat-ters sanc-ti-fied, se-raph-ic, and his-tor-i-cal— He is the ver-y mod-el of a saint-ly cat-e-gor-i-cal!
This is the spiritual journey of me, Eccles, my big brother Bosco, and my Grate-Anti Moly. Eccles is saved, but we've got real problems with Bosco and Anti.
This is me, Eccles
This is me, Eccles
Showing posts with label ChatGPT. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ChatGPT. Show all posts
Sunday, 2 November 2025
The Saints' Song
Probably most readers are familiar with Tom Lehrer's "Elements" Song, which rattles through the chemical elements to the tune of the Major General's Song from Gilbert and Sullivan's The Pirates of Penzance. If not, it is here.
St Thomas Lehrer.
For several years I have tried to produce something similar with the names of saints, so I got as far as something like
"There's Mary, Peter, Paul and Andrew, Matthew, Mark and Luke and John" but then inspiration deserted me.
So now that we have AI at hand, I asked Grok, Copilot and ChatGPT to write something. The best of the three efforts produced was by ChatGPT (honestly, Grok, you were rubbish!)
So here we are. My only contribution was in working out what question to ask. The scansion's a bit dodgy, but I will
fix that when I have time (i.e., never).
Saturday, 19 July 2025
Eccles the violent
Well, I've been suspended from Twitter/X before. Five years ago in fact, and I never did discover what I did wrong.
The story of my previous excommunication can be found
here.
This time I was at least told what my crime was.
I wonder who reported me. Someone unsaved, obviously.
I'd better explain the context. There are two England cricketers who I think should be dropped from
the national team, although the selectors love them. One of them, Shoaib Bashir, has recently broken a finger, and thus will not be playing in
the next few matches. So I suggested, as above, that we would have to wait for the other, Zak Crawley, to be similarly
injured before he could be dropped. That's all.
Cricket, as painted by Rembrandt (or maybe ChatGPT)
Whether some maggot really reported this posting or whether it was automatically flagged by Grok (the AI program
that Elon Musk thinks is so wonderful), I can't say. But I was allowed to appeal.
The verdict? Well, the decision of the mad moderators was this: Our support team has determined that a violation did take place, and therefore we will not overturn our decision.
Oh well. I have no doubt committed other Twitter sins (but not violent ones) in my time and got away with them,
so I will nobly accept my penance, which is a week's suspension. I return from the naughty step on Wednesday evening,
and will resume the World Cup of Ugly Churches after a week's hiatus.
I should have realised that I was not universally loved when I saw the results of this poll:
Shock horror.
Monday, 27 March 2023
AI-generated image of Pope Francis goes viral
The Internet went wild today (this is standard journalist-speak for a "a few people we know
sent it to us along with some naughty pictures") over a strange image of Pope Francis,
produced entirely by AI - or Austen Ivereigh to give it its full name.
Obviously a fake!
Whereas previous images of Pope Francis have portrayed him as a bully, a dictator, a heretic, and a protector
of child abusers, this new artificially ivereighed image sees him as a humble, saintly man, who defends all
traditional worship and would not be seen dead worshipping obscene idols.
To take a passage at random from the book produced by ChatGnome, we have a sonnet
(with two extra lines as Austen was away the day they did counting at school):
Behold, Francis, a hero of great might, A blend of Batman, Superman, and more, A fighter for good, a defender of right, He stands with justice, against the dark core. Like Spock, he's logical, wise and sound, With knowledge vast, and a keen intellect, He cuts through chaos, on solid ground, A stalwart protector, in his deflect. With a light saber, he battles the foe, Like Obi Wan, he strikes with skill and grace, Through danger and peril, he'll always go, With fearless heart and a steady pace. And like D'Artagnan, he stands with his sword, A true swashbuckler, fearless and bold, The world will be safe, with him on guard, Francis, the hero, strong and untold.Clearly the Austen Ivereigh program needs a little fine tuning, although spending three years at a Synod on Synods of Synodic Synodalism will no doubt iron out any problems in the software. Finally, here are a couple of recent pictures of Pope Francis (I could not find one in which he was dressed as Batman), taken from the AI book. Pope Francis never tires!
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Friday, 3 March 2023
A guest post from ChatGPT
There's not much point in our blogging any more, is there?
From what follows, it seems that artificial intelligence has won.
We got ChatGPT to tell us about Uncle Arthur....
"I'm soooo... sad to hear about the unhappiness of the TLM worshippers."
Could you write a piece in the style of ecclesandbosco.blogspot.com praising Cardinal Roche in a sarcastic way?
Certainly, here is my attempt:
Oh, how lucky we are to have Cardinal Roche in our midst! His presence brings a ray of sunshine to our cloudy and dreary world. His impeccable taste and style are second to none. It's no wonder that he has been dubbed the "Prada Cardinal" by those in the know.
His liturgical expertise is truly awe-inspiring. Who else could come up with such brilliant ideas as the "Table Mass," where the priest faces the people and the altar is replaced with a simple table? It's so much more intimate and modern than the old-fashioned way of doing things.
And let's not forget his groundbreaking work in the area of translations. He's made it his mission to make sure that the language of the liturgy is accessible to everyone, even if it means sacrificing accuracy and theological clarity. Who needs those things anyway when you have inclusive language and catchy slogans?
Some might criticize Cardinal Roche for his apparent disregard for tradition and his willingness to pander to the whims of the modern world. But we know better. We understand that he is simply ahead of his time, a visionary who is pushing the Church into the 21st century whether we like it or not.
So let us raise a glass to Cardinal Roche, the Prada-wearing, table-loving, slogan-spouting liturgical genius. May his influence continue to shape the Church for generations to come!
Soon it will be able to post photos as well.
I guess that ChatGPT has already been contributing to Where Pacha Is...
Still human intervention can add something. I asked ChatGPT to mention cake as well... Of course, Cardinal Roche's love of cake is also well known. Some might question the wisdom of indulging in such sweet treats, but we know that he does it for the sake of the Church. After all, what better way to build community than by sharing a slice of cake with your fellow parishioners?
I promise I'll stop soon, but... Please write me a short hymn containing the lines "Oh, we are saved" and "Everyone is good".
Still human intervention can add something. I asked ChatGPT to mention cake as well... Of course, Cardinal Roche's love of cake is also well known. Some might question the wisdom of indulging in such sweet treats, but we know that he does it for the sake of the Church. After all, what better way to build community than by sharing a slice of cake with your fellow parishioners?
I promise I'll stop soon, but... Please write me a short hymn containing the lines "Oh, we are saved" and "Everyone is good".
Oh, we are saved, by grace divine, Redeemed from darkness, we now shine, Our hearts ablaze with love and light, Guided by faith, through darkest night. Everyone is good, in God's pure sight, Beneath the surface, we're all alike, No one is perfect, but all can be, Saved by His grace, forever free. So let us sing with voices strong, Praising His name, all day long, For we are saved, and everyone is good, By His mercy, we've been understood."I'll have to look to my laurels!" says Marty Haugen.
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