Temptation, Tom Cruise, and Technology

(And if you knew that that title uses 'alliteration,' you could have passed my poetry quiz...)

This week has been the most tempting week ever so far, in our decision to keep dial-up internet vs. broadband. Everywhere I look, there is the beginning of Tom Cruise on his Scientology rant--if I just hit play, I could analyze all 9 minutes of it. Alas, when I try, the only sound I hear is the sound of jamming gears--as though every screw, every wire in our computer collectively sits down in protest of our desire to check out "You Tube," and thus join the 21st century.

We have still held strong against our temptation. Except now, (so cruel in the same week), there's a video of Pat Robertson talking about how God has told him who our next president is going to be. I'm not a Pat Robertson basher! If I can't sleep, many nights you'll find me tuned into the 700 Club. (It's better than that lady on the gold throne, that's for sure!) I am just curious. I just want to hear what he says. Maybe somewhere I'll be able to find the transcript of the show. Not quite as good, but....