2004-01-01 - 4:13 p.m.
Happy New Year folks! Hope everyone isn't too nauseous. (I'm certain Gandalf will be -- his birthday is January 1st, and he has had a tradition for years of visiting Earl's with as many friends as are still alive after New Year's Eve and drinking margueritas all afternoon to celebrate his "solar return." Gandalf was apparently rather badly bitten last night by a dog whose hair is ultra frou-frou and tequila-rich. It'll be a long night, I daresay.)Hey everybody -- it's 2004. Where are the flying cars already? The gyrocopters? The jet-propelled monorails?
You'll notice that Mirabile Visu has reverted to its previous design. This is not permanent. I'm still bored with this blue-and-white-Garamond thing, and trying to dream up ideas for a new look. I only changed it because I grew sick of hearing everyone whine about the black-background design. I must be the only person alive whose eyes don't immediately leap from skull to desktop and twitch madly when the background is dark and the text is light. Odd, that.
Question: When will the general public stop referring to the year as "two thousand n' four" and adopt the "twenty-oh-four" nomenclature used throughout most of the twentieth century? Better yet: Can we spend the next six years saying "ought-four," "ought-five," etc.?
And now, the Google 2003 Zeitgeist.
