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!
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3 comments:
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*
Ah, but in America we can do anything! We lose digits all the time. And BTW, we even lose letters LOL
Rolls On Floor Laughing.
Hmmm.
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