12212012

Ah, remember December 21, 2012?

What a letdown. Kind of like Y2K.

Remember Y2K? A time of worldwide computer geek fear rivaling what they might feel had they misplaced their pocket protectors or suddenly forgot how to download pictures of Angelina Jolie.

I remember midnight on December 31, 1999, staying up past midnight. Between poppers and whistles celebrating the growth of a new hair in my baldspot, er, the beginning of the new century, I kept on eye on my computer.

It was supposed to freak out when it hit 2000, because everyone's computers were supposedly all set for years beginning with '19' hard coded, followed by two changeable digits.

Do you get it?

No?

Well, it's kind of like math, so it's okay if you don't. Just pretend it's calculus and move on without guilt.

Anyway, December 21, 2012 was supposed to mark the end of the world, because in the sixty century BC, Nostradamus and the ancient Greek Seer Cassandra went to a prognosticator convention in South America to help the Mayans make up a calendar that supposedly marked future events with the accuracy of a girl of a girl applying eyeliner.

After a week of partying and placing winning wagers on future SuperBowl games, they were tired and ... well, hungover .. so they wrapped up the convention by putting the final touches on their new calendar, which had an arbitrary ending date of December 21, 2012, which is a noteworthy date only in that they liked the number 12212012.

Not really, what really happened is they got tired of chiseling a big hunk of rock.

And that's why ...

Huh?

2012 isn't here yet?

Oh, my bad.

Well, just stick this post somewhere you'll find it later, and remember, you heard it here first.

Norm

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