Aaaaaaah! It burns! So glad my pupils are as big as quarters otherwise I might miss that bright searing light two inches from my eyeballs. Look forward? Don't blink? Oh sure! As you blur out into a greenish-yellow fog-blob I'll just stretch my peepers wide open. At least I get these awesome plastic sun-blockers when its over. They unroll like toilet paper and cling to the sides of my head reminding everyone how awesome the Terminator movies really are, and hey, lets check for T2 at the Red Box! I'm going home. Sigh.