2010

I liked 2010 because I am bad at math.




2010 was easy, man.




What year were you born? Oh, you're 24... that's 1986, sucka! 30? 1980! 76? 1944! Wait... 1934!


Nice round numbers are so lovely for people like me. I work in increments of 5 and 10 pretty easily... decades rock, see. But come tomorrow... I'm screwed.


2011 minus 1984? Uuuugghghhhhh.... twenty.... um.... not six.....




On a somewhat related note, it's time to stop.


Tonight we ring in the year TWENTY-ELEVEN. Not, two-thousand-and-eleven. Shut your pie hole, you verbal diarrhea-ed society.


Proof: You don't say the year 1911 as nineteen-thousand-and-eleven.


Why are people sill marvelling at the fact that we have passed 2000 CE?! That is the only explanation I can come up with for the insistence on saying two-thousand-and-eleven, as opposed to the much more catchy and streamlined 2011 - do we as a society think we're fancy and space-age and living in the future and thus must reference such things as often as possible?


Cut it out. Tonight is the night.