At just after 1:00 am tomorrow ( Wednesday ) morning, the time and date will be :
01:02:03 04/05/06
I like this kind of symmetry, it’s happened a bunch of time since the turn of the millenium. What cracked me up about the email that informed me of this neat event was the serious closing sentence:
THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN .
:rolleyes: Uh… .well. Gee. It’s 11:34:06 04/04/06 right now and unless time and space become akin to a taffy pull machine and are able to fold back upon themselves and reoccur, this moment that just occurred will never occur again either !
I suspect that the people who started passing this around didn’t really think that part of the email through very well. Nevertheless, the sheer symmetry of it appeals to me. I will be awake, and in a t.v. studio and likely not able to do anything celebratory about it, but it’s going to be in my head tomorrow anyway.
Well personally, I plan to stay late tonight and get horribly drunk to celibrate this new holiday, the “Feast of Sequential Time and Date Digits”. Who’s with me?
It appears I’ve started celebrating early, that should read:
Well personally, I plan to stay up late tonight and get horribly drunk to celebrate this new holiday, the “Feast of Sequential Time and Date Digits”. Who’s with me?
My dad would throw parties at the drop of a hat. Parties at our house were:
A) Big. All day long, grill 20 lbs of sausage, have a couple kegs and invite 100 or so of your closest friends, big.
B) Legendary. So much that last summer when we announced I was selling and moving from that same house, after buying it from my mom 4 years ago, (Dad died in 1992) people called and “forced” me to have One Last Blast at the house. 125 people came through out the day, some of whom I haven’t seen more than once or twice since Dad died.
Now the reason this makes me miss him is that some of his more memorable parties came on 8/7/87 and 8/8/88 (that was also to be the first Cub’s night game, but it got rained out, not bothering me of course, the Sox fan). Yeah, that’s right, he threw big-ass parties just because the date was neat like this.
6/7/89 was a party. Perhaps one of the better ones was the next year. We celebrated twice, once at 12:34:56 just after midnight, on 7/8/90. Then again just after noon. Yes, we were up all night, and yes we stayed late into the night that night.
I know dad would be throwing a party for this. I’m thinking I should stay up late and drink a toast.