Who remembers the Sesame Street song of a similar bent?
AKA the “pinball countdown”.
Ahh, memories.
And we’ll all remember today, Friday the 13th [ooooooh!] as the day that Unix time hit a very recognizable number. At 6:31:30 pm today, something called “unix time” (aka localtime) will be exactly 1234567890.
What is unix time, you ask? Unix time is something used by some computers for easier calculation of time. The quick explanation is that it represents the number of seconds since something ominous called the “epoch”, which is January 1st, 1970. Computers are very good at these kinds of calculations for some reason, and for another unknown reason they’re horrible at calculating the next set of winning lottery numbers.
For me, this is like 1:23:45 on 6/7/89 or 12:34:56 on 7/8/90 (or 07/08/09, this year) or 08/09/10 at 11:12:13. It’s also similar to 11:11 in that it’s made up of abritrary numbers that may or may not be in a row. I love seeing patterns like these!
Do you see any patterns that excite you? I mean other than my chronological posting of blog entries.
Wow, I don’t remember that video being quite so drug addled! I remember the initial song, but the shouting out of random numbers was a bit jarring. Or was there a reason for each of those numbers they chose that I just couldn’t see?
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Avi – I wish I had a good answer for you on the numbers. The best I could come up with was this wish.
Patterns that excite me usually have to do with textiles, of some sort.
Or 5:15, my birthday, on the clock.
I am so special!
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Sybil – Maybe I should send you some custom textile tiles from texas.
Awesome… the 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10… 11-12 is far superior to the Backstreet Boys song that has been blaring in my head for the past twelve hours. I’m actually looking *forward* to singing this all day tomorrow.
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Faiqa – When my daughter (now 14) listed to BSB, I stubbornly tapped my toes and snapped my fingers. Seems my man Justin Timberlake had more an effect than most people realized.
I got bit by a black cat on Friday the 13th.
It’s been about 4 days since then, and so far, I still haven’t turned into a were-cat.
There’s always hope.
If I start meowing at the full moon, chasing mice, and licking my butt, you may want to watch out.