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!