Whoa, Nellie!

Okay, this one is Ace's fault.

In his post discussing an apparent movie version of Arrested Development in the works (which I tell you right here and now, despite the fact that the series was the funniest damned thing ever put on teevee, is going to be no. bloody. good.), he mentions Justine Bateman's appearance in an episode of the tee vee series. (It's almost impossible to try and describe if you're not already a fan, but the joke is that she is almost sexually involved with Michael Bluth, the hero of the series, played by Justine's real-life brother Jason Bateman.)

Now why do I toss Ms. Bateman into our Llama Pool of Aging But Still Hot Beauty? She's just shy of a year younger than me, so the aging part is alright, but surely, you're saying to your collective self, there's no real physical attraction there. Right?

Wrong.

A fictional character I was reading just the other day - I can't remember who, exactly, but it may well have been either Nick Jenkins or Otto Prohaska, states that as a man gets older, he appreciates that true beauty in a woman derives not so much from the physical surface of her features as from the character showing through from behind.

This, I may say as I contemplate the fact that I am developing arthritis not only in both knees, but also in the fingers of my right hand, is absolutely spot on.

That's why I toss in Ms. Bateman. At least during her stint on A.D., her lazy eyes and her perpetual amused smile were enough to make ol' Robbo's heart go a-pitter, patter.