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Catwoman

She moves like a stripper, purrs like a phone sex operator and carries a whip like an experienced dominatrix.

Catwoman is neither a super hero or a super villain, she is what one would refer to as a thief who is morally gray.

Although originally introduced as an opponent for Batman, Catwoman's status as hero or villain is ambiguous; she has her own moral code (she abhors killing, though has resorted to it at times) and has occasionally teamed up with Batman and other heroes against greater threats, even saving the lives of the entire Justice League on one occasion. She represents a gray area in Batman's otherwise black and white life where the line between good and evil blurs, and his attraction to her stems from this perception that, in her way, she's kind of a female version of himself: another dark, beautiful creature that prowls the night.

The Lullaby of Broadway

When a Broadway baby says "Good night,"

It's early in the morning.

Manhattan babies don't sleep tight until the dawn:

Good night, baby,

Good night, milkman's on his way.

Sleep tight, baby,

Sleep tight, let's call it a day,

Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway.

Come on along and listen to

The lullaby of Broadway.

The hidee hi and boopa doo,

The lullaby of Broadway.

The band begins to go to town,

And ev'ryone goes crazy.

You rock-a-bye your baby 'round

'Til ev'rything gets hazy.

Hush-a-bye, "I'll buy you this and that,"

You hear a daddy sayin'.

And baby goes home to her flat

To sleep all day:

Good night, baby,

Good night, milkman's on his way.

Sleep tight, baby,

Sleep tight, let's call it a day!

Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway.

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Tea and Toast

I uncovered some old childhood memories yesterday. not feeling well last night I wanted something to eat

that woul not upset my stomach.  I dragged myself into the kitchen to make tea and find something to eat that I could prepare quickly and take back to bed with me.  The memory that washed over me was so sweet and so comforting.  There was a period when I was little and got sick  Grandma would tuck me under a blanket on the living room sofa where she could keep an eye on me, and bring me a cup of hot tea and buttered toast on a small plate. Some days, when I was really sick, she would use her special china plate and cup that normally I wouldn't be allowed to touch. Even at my most miserable, she could usually coax me into sipping the tea and nibbling at the toast.   I know there aren't any grand, magical medicinal properties in the combination of black tea and toast, but they became, in my child's mind, the cure for all that ailed me. The taste of the tea and the toast were comforting in themselves, true. But more than that, they came to represent grandma's care and comfort. So, I poured my tea into one of grandma's good china tea cups - one of the few things I still had of hers that hadn't gotten broken or lost over the years. I made myself a slice of toast to go with my tea, lathered with butter. I poured gobs of honey into that pretty china tea cup, and tucked myself into bed, propped up on my pillows. I felt better as I ate and sipped, comforted by tea and toast, and by the memories of somebody who loved me and took care of me when I felt like crap.

Damn Good Actress.......

Audrey Hepburn

Greta Garbo

Bette Davis

Elizabeth Taylor

Barbara Stanwyck

A Fleeting Visit of whimsies and wonderous imaginings

To welcome the name change of this blog:  whimsies ephemoral and wonderous imaginings: