WebKittyn Warbles

...isn't even an actual TV show.

It's an infomercial sort of thing, a 30 minute televangelist doing his thing. Which usually would prompt me to instantly
change the channels except for the dude's name...

Ready?

Peter Popoff. Father Peter Popoff.

I kid you not.

The first time I ever saw Father Popoff I was flipping around and before I could change the channel the announcer yelled out "Let Father Peter Popoff touch you" and I thought I was hearing things. "Father Popoff wants to touch you..." Oh hell no, Father Popoff is not touching me. Back off, Popoff.

This guy has an acutal ministry, he's for real... Well, as real as any of them can be but there he is with his wife, the lovely Mrs. Popoff talking about touching you! If you're of the pious, you can have the Rev. Popoff send you some of his miracle oil. *coughs* Ok, Father Peter Popoff wants to touch me with his mineral oil?? What the.........

So, yah. If any of you ever have the opportunity to witness Father Peter Popoff on tv, don't turn it the second you see it. Listen for a few minutes, it's worth it.

Amen.

Alright, we've crossed over page 300 and when I close the book last night with a sombre state of mind, the second tower had just come down and they were reporting on the response. Oy. There's something to be said about my choice of before-bed reading.

It's gotten easier to read and at the same time mentally more difficult. It's like re-living the whole thing in detail detail detail and I found tears in my eyes last night. I intend to read through all the footnotes as well, I feel like I've made it this far and I *will* finish this book.

Then it's on to a Michael Connolly I haven't read yet, just some good old fashioned murder! I need that.

Well, seems I was dead wrong. Whatever I thought I was feeling on that fuzzy night of re-connecting, part of it was apparently my imagination. Not with the second one, that was as I thought it was. Bleh. I'm not the smartest chickie around but I can tell when a person is being just out and out cold. I'll have a new phone number. No comment, who cares. Hug hello, nothing. Yah, re-connection not there.

Just a quick and disappointing thought, I'll be back later with more.

Even Warblers make bad judgment calls.

Only in NY.. Naked protestors and the Mayor isn't even bothered.

Sometimes I really love living in NY.

Bagel Bites are truly a gift from the Gods. I miss the cheeseburger ones but the three cheese are pretty amazing. Yes, I am cooking bagel bites as I type this, it will be a sad day indeed when I open the freezer and don't see that happy red Bagel Bite box just waiting for me when the urge hits.

And for dessert, a Barq's rootbeer float cup. Very kind of Barq to make it so easy for the terminally lazy to enjoy a rootbeer float.

Behold the power of lunch.