You sleep with us, you vote against us!

Far be it for me to focus on constitutional niceties no one else cares about, but I am now unrepresented in the state senate. Reapportionment put me in the district of an incumbent I have never had presented to me in an election, and he is not up for reelection this year. As far as I’m concerned, for the next 2 years I don’t have to pay any state taxes.

A warning: if you have any videotapes that might contain something recently recorded from commercial tv, burn them now, or you may be in the hideous position two or three weeks from now of finding yourself watching a campaign commercial again. That way madness lies.

In British Tory news, Iain Duncan Smith is demanding that his party unite behind him. They say no. He misquoted Benjamin Franklin as follows: "We cannot go on in this fashion. We have to pull together, or we will hang apart." As one columnist points out, “All this talk of hanging and pulling seemed to suggest only one thing: curtains.” Oddly enough, his demand to his party to “unite or die” came after a rebellion on whether to allow gays and unmarried couples to adopt (IDS said no, tried to impose a whip on the sort of issue usually left to MPs’ consciences, then said there would be no punishment for disobeying the whip, then today claimed there was a conspiracy against him because 43 MPs either voted against his position or abstained).

More oddly, I am about to mention Posh Spice for the second time in a week: she is suing a football team, Peterborough United, for trademarking its nickname since 1923, posh or The Posh.

Mel Brooks’s musical version of The Producers is going to play in...Germany. Hopefully in the spring.

A sure sign of the apocalypse, number 754: NASA is putting out a publication to answer the conspiracy theorists who say they never landed on the moon.