"...You are blind as a bat and I HAVE SIGHT!"
Yes, folks. You heard it here first, Fulminous has once again entered the realm of the visually-oriented. Pewter, slightly sparkly, rectangular frames now adorn my happy happy face. No longer will I have to recognize my subway stop by the color of tile on the walls. No longer will I have to sit a foot from the TV and squint, just to watch Six Feet Under with my roommates. No longer will I have to wonder if the boy in the kicky tank top I just passed was cute or not. I can SEEEEEE! I once again have crispy hair and I am not squonching up my entire face every twenty seconds -- all is right with the world.
My weekend was a cornucopia of events that seeing would have made a lot more fun. I went outlet-mall shopping, first of all -- and trying to find a pair of pants in my size, locating them on an overflowing rack by touch alone, was certainly a challenge. I ended up buying a shirt with a plaid pattern that makes me look vaguely like a hip farmerboy (in keeping with my new clean-cut tough-boy image), and I am pleased to report that I like it as much now that I can see it as I did when I had to guess.
In other news, prepare yourselves for a Special Crossover Event in slightly less than two weeks' time. I never get out-of-town visitors, and to receive one of this caliber is well nigh unprecedented.