Okay . . . I was going to go on and on here about how fantastic the new book I bought is, and how I want to buy a copy of it for every person I know. (It's called Turning the Mind Into an Ally, by the way.)

But then, in classic form, I got caught up in how unbelievably hot the author is.

Not that that's why I picked it up. My dad became a meditation instructor a few years ago, and for several years has not been able to say enough good about everything meditation has done for him.

After telling him about the rough patch my life hit recently, he suggested that I take up meditation. That was followed by a lot of "yeah, sure" on my part. I decided to look into meditation anyway, just to see if there was something I ought to be paying more attention to.

I think I was leery about taking up meditation, because I felt that it required me to take up all the religious trappings that I thought went along with it. Then I read this.

I realized that meditation is a practice, just as running is. One takes up running to train their body, one takes up meditation to train their mind. That was enough for me to get the book.

It's a fantastic book. Easy to read and understand, and totally brilliant.

And then I discovered that the author is a total babe.

It seems wrong, somehow, to drool over an incarnate lama . . . but I'm adding him to my list anyway.

He's articulate, enlightened, kind, worldly, has a knee-weakening smile . . . and well, really, the man has trained his body as well as his mind. Kind of hard not to drool.

But read the book. Drool after.

I was going to post a poll to find out how many of you voted in the Canadian federal election, but then I realized that it would take me the better part of a day to find suitable code, figure out how to use it, make it look nice and make it work.

So needless to say, there is no poll.

That being said, however, I did, in fact, vote. The last federal election was in November of 2000, and I was too sick to vote. So this is my first voting experience. Yay me!

There might have been a provincial election tucked in there somewhere that I forgot to vote in, but this year I will be apathetic no more. Even though I know that Ralph Klein will rule our lives until he finally croaks, I'll vote anyway.

I suppose I could even persuade myself to vote in the municipal election, even though I'll probably end up staring blankly at the ballot and picking the alderman whose name makes the best anagram.

Bean or innards . . . I think we can do better than that.

Spiderman comics with a twist:

This one was my fave. If you reload the page, you should be able to see some of the other ones.

Found via Die Puny Humans.

Dear Hugh Grant,

When I was in high school, I was rather ridiculously infatuated with you. But then you were caught with a hooker, which sort of dampened my ardour.

There's still something charming about you, but I really don't think it would work out. I don't think I can add you to my celebs-who-should-have-called-by-now list. Sorry.

Sincerely,


Limegirl.

Celebrities that really should have called by now:

John Mayer - I think we've already established that we're meant to be together. Room for Squares was a pretty strong clue, but Heavier Things made that clearer than ever. You really should have called by now.

Guy Pearce - Your hotness in L.A. Confidential was knee-weakening. Maybe it was the ridiculously-decent-but-hot-character-thing. I know you're married, but don't you think I've waited long enough?

Johnny Depp - You're hot, not to mention funny, and I'm pretty sure that's been confirmed by 98% of women around the world. Just tell Vanessa you're stepping out for a while.

John Cusack - I believe you own the number one spot on the awkward-yet-adorable list, and you aren't hard on the eyes, either. Neve really wasn't your type anyway.

Viggo Mortenson - You were really hot as Aragorn, but I'm not sure I'm digging on the brush-cut-clean-shaven thing. Perhaps you could scruff up a bit before you call.

Matthew Broderick - I probably like Sarah Jessica Parker too much to actually want you to call, but if you simply must call, your boyish cuteness and sense of humour will win you big points. Besides, some childhood crushes are hard to shake.

Robert Downey Jr. - You're hot, you're funny . . . pretty much lost my young head over you back in '87 when you were in The Pick-Up Artist. Call me when you're out of jail and not in rehab.

Anthony LaPaglia - I guess it was the adoring mobster character in Betsy's Wedding that did it . . . sort of been smitten ever since. I think I may have been the only girl in high school with pictures of you on her wall. The awkward-yet-adorable thing will get you far.

Andy Garcia - I think you might very well be the hottest man alive. Being a devoted family man only makes you more irresistable. Maybe we could just get together so I can drool into my coffee for a few hours.

Antonio Banderas - All women seem to covet you, and you should be a natural fit in the hot-latin-guy category. But lusting after you seems a bit obvious. Maybe if you make a bit of effort, there could be something between you and I.

George Clooney - I knew you were hot back when you were on Roseanne. But now everyone seems to think so, especially you. If you've had enough slutting about, perhaps we could get together. Otherwise, don't bother calling.

Kevin Spacey - You're definitely good-looking, but I think it's that magnificent brain of yours that could pretty much get you into any woman's pants. Call, collect if necessary.

Joachin Phoenix - You're hot. Call.

Hugh Jackman - Rowr. But you're happily married, so good for you.

Dennis Quaid - There's a hell of an age gap, but you're definitely drool worthy.

Joseph Fiennes - I knew a French-Canadian guy who looked an awful lot like you. That's enough to get you on this list. Well, that and the fact that you're good-looking. Don't waste a good opportunity.

Jude Law - Who doesn't love you? Hot, and with a cute accent to boot. Call so I can squeal with 8-year-old delight over your accent.

Orlando Bloom - You're absolutely cheek-squeezingly adorable, but you also look about ten years younger than you are. I don't think I want to look like an older woman unless I actually am.

James Spader - I am available for spankings whenever you are.

John Malkovich - I think you're now the oldest guy on this list. You're starting to look an awful lot like my dad, which is a bit scary. But you still have an incredibly sexy brain. Still love you in Dangerous Liasons.

Nicolas Cage - Another member of the awkward-yet-adorable list. Your love-life is pretty weird, but there's still something terribly charming about you. If John Cusack and I don't work out, maybe we could get together.

Jim Cuddy - You're Canadian and your voice is pure, delicious heartache. Seeing you in concert and having my picture taken with you was great, but you never did call after that.

Gord Downie - You're Canadian. You're probably nuts. You're a fantastic musician. You should call.

It has been a month and a half, and still neither John Mayer, Guy Pearce nor Johnny Depp have called. This indicates a disturbing trend towards not being pursued by hot celebrities. Obviously I have not made my availability clear enough.

ATTENTION HOT CELEBRITIES WHOM I COVET:

Now that I am available, please feel free to call, write, or even show up to profess your undying love and devotion. I will not be home during working hours, however you are also welcome to show up at my place of employment for declarations of love and devotion.

The building does not have a helipad, however given advance notice, special arrangements for landing in a nearby field can be made. Please call ahead to ensure that I will not be in meetings when you arrive.

Valet parking is not available.

~whips out a pieces of paper and starts scribbling~

In a perfect world, if I was some kind of coding goddess or had access to the fantabulous coding and design skills of others, I'd have a whole shwack of lists/logs that would feed their most recent post to the front page, and then link to their permanent residence elsewhere in the site.

The mixed bag thing is starting to get kind of old. I mean, there are some topics that won't ever warrant their own list or log, but I can think of a whole bunch of lists/logs that I would want to have contributing to the front page and continuing on in the background. And the way the pictures are set up along the left-hand side makes me want to shriek and eat broken glass.

See, the problem is, I'm busy and I'm lazy. When I started this site, I had hours upon hours of time which I could devote to learning how to create a site. But that was before CSS and PHP and all the bells and whistles that I'm now beginning to feel I can't live without.

If I could have someone do the hard stuff for me for very little moolah (or, dare I say it, free?), I would no longer feel compelled to eat broken glass every time I pull up my website.

Oh well, at least I can dream.

Sometimes you find a template that makes you realize that you're sick to death of the way your site looks, and really can't be fucking bothered to come up with something entirely new and unique and original when the world is teeming with people who ingest code like candy and spit out beautiful websites that make you want to stab yourself in the eyes, if only so you don't have to look at the crap you used to pass off as something pretty.

Yeah.

If you think you've got problems, trying having your car totalled because of a suicidal alligator.