It’s weird to think that most of the years that people used to think of as the future have already passed. The year 2000, 2001, and 2010 all came and went already, and still no jetpacks or flying cars. The year 2020 is the last “future” year that most of us will experience in our lives; the next futuristic sounding year won’t be until 2050, then 2100. (I damn well better be in a relationship by then; I better not still be alone at 122. ¬_¬)
It’s hard to believe we’re just a few hours away from a whole new decade; they don’t happen too often, maybe only once every few years or so.
(For the zero people that noticed, yes, I cheated on the glab entry about making a post to every sub-blog today and bumped this from a couple of days ago so that it counts as this sub-blogs post for today—because it’s more relevant now. What are you going to do about it, sue me? call the cops? release the dogs with the bees in their mouths and when they bark they shoot bees at you? close the door? 🙄)