Well, Diana’s out, which is a shame, but she was kind of wishy-washy. And at least she took Marla down with her. Marla has no vision. I don’t mean she’s blind, though. I’m pretty sure she can see.

It’s 50 degrees outside. It might snow tonight and tomorrow morning. Will the weirdness never cease?

So, got any plans for the weekend? I don’t. I might try to see Brokeback Mountain. I really want to see Transamerica, but I haven’t heard about it coming to a theatre near me. Maybe I will finish up that jacket I was working on. I kind of ran out of steam when it came time to add the lining. Lining is boring.

Today is January 12. It is nearly halfway through January, which makes us 1/24th of the way through 2006. Dang. It’s weird to know that this is my last century. I guess I should consider myself lucky, since some people only get to live in one century and I’ve already been in two, but it irks me a little that I’ll never get to say that I’m 1/24th of the way through 2100. I suppose it’s possible that I might live to be 123; I have some long-lived genes floating around in me.

And for those of you who get uppity about centuries starting in xx01 instead of xx00, keep in mind that our dating system is completely arbitrary. It’s based on the birth of Jesus, who for the sake of argument I will stipulate was an actual historical figure. But his exact date of birth is unknown; most scholars believe it was sometime in the spring, and Christmas was moved to December to coopt pagan winter solstice celebrations. What’s more, it wasn’t until quite a while after his death that his religious movement caught on, so who knows what the actual year was? Time and dates are all about approximations and context. This may be why I didn’t particularly relish history classes, except when they let us do essay exams instead of multiple choice.

In summary, it’s silly to get fussy about a detail that’s based on an arbitrary starting point anyway.

Regardless, I might just live to 124 so I’ve got my bases covered.