The Webcam Is An Evil Piece of Technology

So I’m in St. Louis last week using the hotel computer. I hit "webcam" to see what that was about, thinking, "oh, it’s probably a view of St. Louis from the top of a building".

Nope.

I looked at the full screen photo. I looked again at this person. Who the hell is that? Oh my goodness - it’s ME?! And I look so freaking old! I turned my face to the left and then the right. Yup, it's me, alright! I tried pulling up my sagging face. I squeezed the frown out of my brow. I looked at the dark circles under my eyes. I thought I was looking at an Alice Cooper photo!

After all the pulling and squeezing and twisting, attempting to get some youth back in my face, I realized I had run out of hands.

Holy crap! How did I get so old? Is this what I really look like? I just stared in despair at this withering, old, ugly, pale, unhappy, sagging face. Finally, when I was fully depressed, (and I mean in the true medical sense of the word), I turned it off and stormed out of the hotel.

"Man, what the hell am I going to look like when I’m 70?"

Fortunately, Janice and I went up
the Millennial Hotel Building to eat dinner in the revolving restaurant. The nice table-server took a photo that is passable for posting on line.

As a footnote, and totally unrelated to the above posting - ahem - I was watching TV in our hotel and saw an advertisement of Patrick Dempsey selling Loreal for Men to conceal the dark circles under his eyes. Hmmm.

(I apologize for the coarse language. I was pretty upset when I looked in the mirror!)