Tonight, there was Indy 4, The Final WhipCrack. It did all the things that I needed it to do, including and especially Indy getting older. It did not make my two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, nor my knotted and combined locks to part, but I was pleased and happy nonetheless.
I’ve only moderate need to make like the fretful porpentine, in any case.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry