The twenty first century brought all kinds of problems to the nomenclature of dates: Was it twenty oh one or two thousand one? The aughties? Please. And it doesn't seem to have resolved itself, even as we put the digits (my suggestion for the first decade of the millenium--which surprisingly never got off the ground) behind us.
Here in the WC, the year is Two Thirteen. At first that bothered me--it just sounded wrong--but now I love it. It's brief, clean and it tells you everything you need to know. Spread the word. It's how I am going to refer to the year for the rest of my life, unless I live to 135, in which case, I'll go back to the future and use twenty one hundred. Looking forward to it.
Here in the WC, the year is Two Thirteen. At first that bothered me--it just sounded wrong--but now I love it. It's brief, clean and it tells you everything you need to know. Spread the word. It's how I am going to refer to the year for the rest of my life, unless I live to 135, in which case, I'll go back to the future and use twenty one hundred. Looking forward to it.
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