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.
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