I was speaking with a friend the other day and the date June 6, 2006 came up.  It turns out I didn’t even notice the date 6/6/06!  I should have been casting spells or some  nonsense, but instead I was working and probably just doing “stuff”.

My next chance for an evil date is nearly 60 years from now (6/6/66).  There isn’t really a good way to remind yourself of something that is going to happen in 58 years… will I still have the same cell phone or wall calendar?  Will Gmail even exist?  Even if I do remember (and at 82 I’ll be lucky to remember anything) I’m not sure what shenanigans I’ll be able to get myself into.  Do eighty-somethings throw theme-parties?

At least I have a while to figure it out.