My eyesight is going south as fast as my hairline is going north.
Gee, forty (two) starts with the same letter as...
I suppose I have to get used to both of these inevitable conditions, so I offer this self-portrait.
It's a mystery to me how I managed to smile at all in this photo.
Oh, wait... When I took it, I hadn't seenit yet.
Now it all makes sense.
Besides, this way I look more local.
If we don't support the movies that deserve it, we get the movies that we deserve.