Beeeellions and Beeeeellions.

From our friends at Time And Date:

As of noon today, I will be:

One billion, five million, seven hundred ninety-two thousand, seven hundred twenty seconds old.

(Or, across the pond, that's one thousand five million, seven hundred ninety-two thousand, seven hundred twenty seconds.)

I will reach TWO billion seconds on April 10, 2038.

I am also at noon today sixteen million, seven hundred sixty-three thousand, two hundred twelve minutes old.

Should I be so lucky, I will be 50 million minutes old on December 17, 2069.

Finally, I'll be eleven thousand six hundred forty-one days old.

On October 1 next year, I'll be exactly twelve thousand days old.

what did I do today?

( pictures )

completely mundane and pointless.

[Poll #839554]

Fortune cookies?

The traditional ending I'm familiar with for any fortune is "in bed."
The distant second is "...doggy style."
But the good bikergeek lists one I'm unfamiliar with-- "after the lobotomy."

Which reminds me of an AOL registration call I took once. Seems the caller wanted some specific services, for which he'd have to set up some hardware and configure it. I should mention here that he was speaking very... slowly.

I explained that we'd be sending him the equipment for it and offered to have a contractor technician come out and assist him with it.

"No..." he said, slowly... "I think I'll have time... to set it up... while I'm at home..."

( (wait for it) )

me: "I hope that goes well for you, sir."