So,
Happy birthday, Gerard Butler. May your other 38 years be filled with love, joy and happiness. And at least one really good movie (without singing).. Also: Steve Zahn turns 40 (!!). I would've figured he'd be something closer to 35 than 40. But a human mind is an erroeous fun. Or what ever the heck the correct word is.
For the birthday boys (and girls):
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse'
Proving his beauty by succession thine.
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
And that, my friends, is something that came out of Shakespeare's feather (pen).