He's going to sign, people.

This isn't directed specifically at anyone -- not at anyone here; not anyone at Natty Farm Authority; not anyone at Chico's place; not even at our two Nobel laureates in the television broadcast booth, Mssrs. Carpenter and Dibble -- and surely I know how the game of anticipatory news is played, but, really, people, it's a lot more fun just to let midnight approach gracefully.  In the meantime, do something good in this world.  Take that elderly old widow across the street to the grocery store.  Hug an abandoned kitty.  Maybe even do some work.

And, if it turns out that he doesn't sign, you have my reluctant permission to toss rotten tomatoes at, say, Chris Needham.