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Huh. I knew that I was lucky to have lived through two palindromic years (1991 and 2002), but who knew that next month we’d actually see a 12-digit palindromic date? That’s right, at 8:02 p.m. on the 20th of February, it will be 200220022002. (Assuming you use a 24-hour clock and the European method of writing the day/month, of course.)

Remember in Microserfs when the main characters talk about the United States running out of phone numbers? All area codes used to have a 1 or 0 in the middle, but with the proliferation of mobiles, faxes, and ISPs, they’re going to have to bring in new ones. Which kinda sucks, because you won’t be able to work out how important your area is anymore. (With the old system, lower numbers were preferable to high numbers, since they took less time to go around a rotary dial.) Anyway, the point in talking about all this is that Northern Indiana, where I grew up and went to college, is splitting into three area codes. Everyone has six months to start using 574 instead of 219. Just a heads up, yo.

I know some of you have green thumbs. See our little pineapple over there? Mama Snookums bought it for us for Christmas. Unfortunately on the way down to Sydney he was jostled and his little neck (i.e. the part holding up the fruit) broke. We’ve got him tied upright now, but I fear the worst. He’s slowly turning yellow, which Snookums believes is a sign that he’s dead and ripening. What do you think? If he is, how do we go about growing another one? Do we just cut him off and another will grow? Or do we have to dig up the whole plant and then re-plant the top from the fruit?

R.I.P., wee pineapple.

What the…? Mighty Big TV has changed names. It’s now known as Television Without Pity. Rumor has it that this site probably had something to do with it. Man, I liked the old one way better.

Man, I’m the link stealer today! Everybody’s got such good stuff. And I’m still hungover so I can’t be bothered to be creative myself. 🙂

Hee! Evil computer thieves thwarted by Applescript. Score one for the good guys. (Link courtesy of Wibbly WebLog.)

The inevitable Wil Wheaton backlash has begun. Damn, and I didn’t even start it! (Link courtesy of John.)

Ouch, my aching head. Our Australia Day barbecue was a smashing success. Many snags were eaten, and much beer was imbibed. It appears that we weren’t the only ones boozing it up last night, though. The whole bloody country’s in the North Atlantic! (Link courtesy of Ron. Man, everybody’s got good links today!)

Apparently MGM are putting the kibosh on Goldmember. Snookums wonders, though, doesn’t that fall under parody-protection laws? If Weird Al can turn “Gangsta Paradise” into “Amish Paradise”, shouldn’t Mike Myers be able to rip on Goldfinger? (Link courtesy of anon.)