The ridiculously sexy Jessica Alba, whether naked or not-so naked as in these pictures from Harper's Bazzar Australia magazine, always make me feel just a tad tingly in my southern hemisphere. I think it may have something to do with being amazingly hot with a smoking hot body, or, it may be how she moves me with her movie performances, though I'm leaning toward the former. Sure, a strong theatrical performance can move me to tears, but only pure hotness can move me to spend three straight years building a shrine to Jessica Alba in my dimly-lit basement fashioned entirely out of only magazine clippings and human blood. I like to think she'd appreciate it if she ever saw it, I mean, in the several frightening seconds before the police arrived. Enjoy.