April 19, 2007

Tiber Watch

My friend Father M, hard at work trying to save me from myself, took the time after his weekend jaunt with a certain midwestern flyboy to send along two books of conversion stories. The first (a recommendation from Mrs. P herself I understand) is Surprised By Truth, edited by Patrick Madrid. The second is The Path to Rome: Modern Journeys to the Catholic Church, edited by Dwight Longenecker, who it seems used to be an Anglican himself.

First off, thank you very much, Padre! I appreciate very much the fact that you're thinking of me and will get cracking. And of course, knowing good blogging material when I see it, I shall from time to time toss out my thoughts and observations.

Second, I hope that, having enjoyed her company, you're now going to give me a detailed description of what Mrs. P looks like. I recall you described me to her as looking like "a recent college grad." I hope you can provide an equally expressive word picture of her or perhaps a suitable star of stage or screen by way of comparison.

Yip! Yip!

Posted by Robert at April 19, 2007 05:17 PM | TrackBack
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The RCBfA asked if I ever modeled. Well, this is me...

http://home19.inet.tele.dk/w-mute/images/Wyeth/DistantThunder.jpg

Posted by: Mrs. Peperium at April 19, 2007 06:21 PM

I always pictured Mrs. P. as a young Virginia Madsen. Enough to tempt anyone to Rome.

Father M. I picture as Sam Neill, now that he is playing clerics.

http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0758790/img2.jpg.html?path=gallery&path_key=0758790&seq=3

I, of course, am more of Christopher Lee type; Rochefort of the Cardinal's Guard.

http://www.eccentric-cinema.com/images2003/movie_pix_q-z/musketeers05.jpg


Posted by: The Colossus at April 19, 2007 08:41 PM

It is hard to say what anyone looks like from five hundred feet up, upside down, after champagne and oysters while feeling that I was going to fall out. It can do wonders for one's prayer life, however.

A celebrity...hmmm... Mrs. P. looks like Phoebe Cates with silver hair.

Posted by: Fr. M. at April 19, 2007 10:34 PM

I'm still at a loss as to why anybody would get into an aeroplane other than at gunpoint. "If Man were meant to fly, etc., etc...."

Posted by: Robbo the LB at April 20, 2007 08:11 AM

We were all hoping that next time there would be a llama peering over the dash and the prop...

Posted by: Fr. M. at April 20, 2007 08:22 AM

If the alternative is driving 500 miles on I-95, I'll take the plane very much, thank you.

Posted by: rbj at April 20, 2007 08:50 AM

A Llama with his eyes shut tight and his hooves clutching the seat arms with a grip of death is more like. I'm afraid I would not show to my best advantage.

Posted by: Robbo the LB at April 20, 2007 08:52 AM

Oh, and I do the 500 mile drive on I-95 instead of flying up to Maine. I justify it based on the exhorbitant cost of five tickets, but I really don't need that much persuading anyway.

Posted by: Robbo the LB at April 20, 2007 09:06 AM

Flying commercial does have its drawbacks. For one thing, the pilots aren't allowed to do loop-de-loops.

Posted by: Mrs. Peperium at April 20, 2007 09:42 AM

Geh.

I am also well aware of the ferocious sense of humor that military pilots have, especially when it comes to white-knuckled cowards such as self. Sir Basil can keep his Immelmanns to himself.

Posted by: Robbo the LB at April 20, 2007 10:17 AM

No he can't keep them to himself. They are way too much fun. they must be shared. We'll just spiked your oj before you go up and you won't even know what happened.

Posted by: Mrs. Peperium at April 20, 2007 11:34 AM