Twenty-o-nine.

I've been thinking about this for years. A century ago the year would have been "nineteen-o-nine". It had been pronounced the same since, well since forever, up until the millenium. Then some fucker decided to call it "two-thousand". Two-thousand? Why not "twenty-hundred"?

When you refer to the 20th century you call it the "nineteen-hundreds". So how are you going to refer to this one, hmm? So yeah, and saying for example "the year two-thousand, one hundred and ninety-six" doesn't sound very promising.

The new movie "2012" should be pronounced "twenty-twelve". You know how fast that is to say? Twenty-twelveWHOOSH!you're done. Two-thousand and twelve, pshh come on.

Hi, nice to meet you, I like to exaggerate and talk about little things in my own spare time.

2009 is actually over. Sort of.

First off, a happy new year to you. Hope you enjoyed your evening and actually remembered what happened by not getting utterly wasted to the point of having to get escorted by members of the Red Cross (yes Josmar, you wanted an honourable mention in my blog, now you got it).

At lunch today my uncle came up with the argument that we're not really in the year 2009, because technically 2009 years have already passed. We're merely adding days to those 2009 years as this year goes on, so we're in the 2010th year.

I don't exactly know how that's really interesting. Or how it's even a valid argument. I'm not quite sure. I think it's more entertaining to just imagine a wasted Josmar getting escorted by the Red Cross.

EDIT: Okay so Josmar didn't really get wasted to the point of needing Red Cross help (unreliable sources). But still, let's just imagine he did anyway for the lulz.