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11:11 am on 11/11/11
Ponder the cosmic significance of this numerical moment.
Now, get back to work.
Yeah. I’m often completely in awe of the fact that an arbitrary dating system that we produced using base 10, and an arbitrary timekeeping system that we produced using base 12, occasionally align to produce a sequence of identical numbers.
It’s almost as cosmically awesome as having the odometer on your vehicle reading all zeroes, or something.
I’m surprised that the irrelevant 11/11/11 date did not draw any end times cults.
But don’t knock the magic 100,000 roll of an odometer. That’s a special moment between me and my car.
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