Javier Bardem smoulders between randoms

.1. The entry right before this (On Forgiveness & Apology) was updated on Saturday. If you read it before then, I recommend you read it again. (Thank you for all of your feedback; it's definitely a familiar and popular subject matter, which says more than I'd like to know about how poorly we treat one another.)

.2. Really? WOW. WOW! Javier Bardem is "smouldering". Every time I look at this picture, I can hear my ovaries giggling and fluttering their eyelashes.

LOOK!



If I walked past him and he looked at me that way, I would become immobilized. I'd turn into a ramrod and maybe start crying because he's just so "virile". Masculine. Do you think he hunts? I think he hunts. Maybe I'll start gathering stuff just to prepare myself...

I sound like a cheap romance novel, thanks to Javier Bardem. I can't stop staring at this photo.
Javier. Haw-Vee-Yay. I love it.

But seriously, wtf was he looking at that made him smoulder on that level? Seriously?

He makes my teeth rattle.
WOW.

**Photo is courtesy of Lainey, who is a rocking super star and a funny woman even in regular email interaction. I was under the false impression that I'd met her at TIFF when it was, in fact, her co-host on that Canadian celebrity news show. That wasn't Lainey. So anything I said about the 'woman' does not pertain to Lainey. Lainey is as-hilarious-in-email-as-she-is-hilarious-on-her-site.

.3. I took the plunge and purchased a Canada Goose jacket, in "Steel". I wanted to purchase their Resolute Parka in red because it has "Secured plastic ID pockets on chest and sleeve", which would have been perfect for me. I would have walked around with MAHA emblazoned above my heart, and protected behind plastic.

When I shared this idea with the sales lady, she didn't address my interest but instead said: "These jackets are for expeditions up North. For serious expeditions up North" because clearly, I'm not a serious expeditioner. So I took my un-serious self out of her shop and instead spent my a-little-more-serious money in another store. Ha Ha.

(On a not so funny note, she asked me what country I was from and made an openly snide remark about how 'immigrants wear anything when they come to this country'. After I made my purchase at another store, I went back to the store in question and showed the manager my receipt and indicated why I had made the purchase elsewhere...you know, in my best broken immigrant English and a little sign language to really communicate my immigrant feelings.)

.4. The yoga studio who aids and abets The Man Who Wears A SPEEDO To Class still hasn't responded to my email re a potential "at minimum shorts" policy. I haven't seen him at my last two classes, so here's hoping he slipped on the ice and was traumatised by his own hammock.