There's guns, and then there's...

I've seen too many pictures of Madonna's scary arms to think this has been 'Shopped. I don't know how in the world this woman thought she was doing herself any favours by overusing the weights. Unless she has a distorted mirror in her home gym. "Arms... not... ropey... enough!" She looks like she's training to be one of those human sculptures in that controversial art show that's been touring the world the past few years.

Yikes!

The next place I live

I would like the next place I live to be:

- On a quiet street, with lawns and mature trees.
- Not next to a fast-food restaurant.
- Not near a major artery.
- Nowhere near any industry that uses an outdoor paging system to call its staff.

Where I live now, we have a lovely expanse of lawn to one side - it's actually an entire lot unto itself, but somehow nobody built on it. It has stands of old trees, and the landlords planted rose bushes and flowering vines and an array of perennials along the sides of the plain, boxy buildings we live in.

But the noise from the main street out front and the municipal garage smack next door, the dumpsters and bins a stone's throw away, the "Jean-Guy line one Jean-Guy line one" from the car dealership... all of it is, shall we say, a constant encroachment on the senses.

It would be nice to live in a more secluded, peaceful spot.

There are plenty of such places in this town. I just need to wait until the time is right.