Spoons is thirty-two today, and manages to snark on both the death of the First Amendment and the obscurity of Michael Shanks, whose role in popular entertainment was the only one he pointed out among those who share his birthday.

Speaking of jumbling numbers up, I’m twenty-three, he’s thirty-two. Next time this happens again I’d be old and done with blogging… or arrested for saying that I am afraid of Howard Dean as president because he is [Deleted! --- Ed.] within the opinion-blackout period.