Sean Connery is old.

Every so often, it occurs to me how very old Sean Connery has got. When the fuck did Dr. No come out? '61? Now he's old and bearded, and not even Sat. Nite Live pays him any mind any more.
Sean Connery, unlike the present author, eventually learned to control his sibilants by making them shibolantsh. (It was a classic shibboleth.) By harnessing the power of his sspeech impediment, he made of himself a legend. If such a man once so great can become so wee and wizened, what hope have I?

Hawk

There is a redtailed hawk that lives around the stately ivory tower where I pretend to work. It looks something like this:

Today I saw it. It looped around and landed on one of those curved fake-victorian lampposts. The post was wet, and curved, so it couldn't get its footing and slipped off. As it was falling, about a dozen crows flew screaming over and chased it away, cackling all the while.
Don't fuck with crows.