Wednesday, December 12, 2012

12-12-12

I would be remiss if I didn't post on the only 12-12-12 date in my lifetime. Not that it truly has any significance since a calendar is as artificial measurement of time as is a clock. I don't imagine nature crosses off the days the way humans do.

The mountain beaver in my backyard probably doesn't know or care that it is 12-12-12. It doesn't wake up, look at a clock and say, "Time to get up and randomly dig through shit. Oh, it's 12-12-12! I should eat some bark and ferns to celebrate."

Not that I think the mountain beaver ever sleeps. It just seems to dig.

I'm digressing again, aren't I?

It just occurred to me that there will never be a 13-13-13. What's that all about? There will be an 11-12-13.  I wonder what the mountain beaver will be doing then? I suppose it depends upon whether world ends when the Mayan calendar winds down.

Oh well. Happy 12-12-12!




3 comments:

Helen Baggott - Proofreading for eBooks said...

But it wasn't 12.12.12 - it was 12.12.2012 - you can't just knock 2k off a number to make it look pretty.

If you could, then it could be 12.12.12 next year - knock off 2001 and it works.

*sighs*

Time said...

Ah, but in America we can do anything! We lose digits all the time. And BTW, we even lose letters LOL

Helen Baggott - Proofreading for eBooks said...

Rolls On Floor Laughing.

Hmmm.