Sister doesn't think she can do any more ogling the google, wander the wiki or delve into the ning. Mite be one of those riddles wrapped in mystery, just like a chiko roll, umm in other words maybe not...

an on(off)line life
Well, according to my last post it seems that I do. Isn't the world complicated. In the early days of TV the only availability was the trusty old black & white tube. Today presents a maze of options and confusion. Plasma or LCD? HD or SD? Digital or not? Flat screen or big bottomed? How huge should it be? And what on earth is a digital set-top box?
So, plasma or LCD? According to this review plasma may be the way to go.
HD or SD? This post at the Panasonic site suggests HD is the way to go (Note: Sister does not endorse any products except those by His Holiness the Pope Inc).
Digital television? According to this post digital might be good for the Sister. Seems this way that she won't need one of those set-top box thingies.
What size? While Sister is partial to the occasional big one, something that fits what she's got should be considered. Measuring up and leaving some room around the screen, it seems a 66cm is the one for this sister.
Oh, and a flat screen goes without saying.
Wish me luck!
Ohh, that's a tough one. After many weeks of travelling, Sister was glad to be home to catch up with her favourite shows.
Australian Idol has long been fertile ground for recruiting choir boys, especially given the number of bright-eyed virgins that grace its' stage.
The unexplored crannies of the lovely Kath and Kim, those foxy ladies of Fountainlakes, remind Sister of much of her local congregation. Sister especially appreciates wointime, which is reminiscent of many a pleasant Sunday afternoon with Father O'Flaherty and several gallons of altar wine.
The result? Both are loved, so, unfortunately as both are on at the same time (Sunday nites) and as Sister does not have e remote control, going up and down on the couch with the good Father is a Sunday nite special (and a good way to work off all that Sunday bread).
So, I've got one word to say to you – new TV.
Well, I'm not sure but I think it smells like teen spirit and has something to do with the venerable Holy Ghost.
During the month of August Sister Concepta will be off seeking the mythical state of nirvana somewhere in Europe, while Father O'Flaherty tours with Black Sabbath and Brother Paulus attends AA.
This means, dear readers, a paucity of posts over the next little while. Praise the Lord I hear you cry?!