Jeepers creepers.

Speaking of my Web Connections profile page, I've used a (slightly smug-looking) photo of me modelling my new glasses.

Well, technically they aren't my glasses. While I've had the eye test, and chosen the frames, the glasses themselves have not yet arrived. If you look carefully, you can actually see the brand lable stuck on the fake lenses of these testers from the optometrist.

This will be my first pair of glasses. Up until recently I've had 20/20 vision, of which I've always been proud. Of course I copped the expected ribbing from friends about having to wear glasses, but the bespectacled appearance doesn't bother me that much. Hey, they might even actually make me look a bit more in-tell-ek-tu-al. I guess its the whole "mortality sneaking up on me" thing. For example, guess what the first thing I saw with my newly-improved vision was? Two grey hairs, front and centre. Perhaps it's better to live with blurry vision if it means I won't be confronted with the other signs of old age.

Err... perhaps not.

Jeez, listen to me. I'm not even thirty. Oh well, if Cameron can do it, so can I.