Happy Birthday to me! The DCeiver, conceived in part to tell the story of a boy who could poop anything, with the expressed intention of impressing Marybeth Fritsky, has become two years old (give or take) today. And the second year was tres eventful, filled with Doocings and Wonkettery and awesome live music events and new DCist editors and my eventual ability to actually parlay starting a blog into a nice chunk of long-term folding money. The teatime of the soul was, at times, lengthy, dark, and bereft of scones, but the ending? Happy. We look forward to more of the same, and, who knows, may even be able to provide you readers with something approaching consistency this year. As always, The DCeiver would like to thank the good people of Namibia for all their help.