Judy’s Joint

I have really enjoyed not being in Ontario for the late fall/early winter. Smugly smirking at my poor family and friends back in Windsor, dealing with close to or below zero temperatures has been strangely good for my ego. It is as if I am somehow wiser to have moved to a cleaner, more beautiful and temperate place, while they have chosen to eke out a living in the cold.
Well, the Force or God or the Omnipotent Weather Man put me royally in my place today and gave Victoria 6 inches of wet, heavy snow and it is only November! Joe managed to rally to the occasion and set off to Oak Bay in search of artistic inspiration. This he did inspite of warnings from Scotty that the roads were heavily strewn with buses lying on their sides and cars stranded in snow banks. Undeterred, Joe sallied forth with Guido and took some nice shots. The photos are nice but, then again for me, snow is snow.

“Bond. James Bond.” I thrill at those three words! Memories of a pubescent 12 year old reading her dad’s Ian Fleming novels and imprinting on the ultimate male. Bond - James Bond.
What a surprise. . . I loved the movie! Cool! Cool in a way movies haven’t been in a long time. I am predicting a new fashion craze - the hand-held defribillator!

Anyway; if you want some fairly cheap, complete escapism with a little style and bit of dry humour, it is a lot of fun! At the very least, Daniel Craig has got some splendid thighs!