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what's that, it's 2009?

Cami Kaos

02 Jan 2009 — 1 min read

I'm feeling kind of surreal guys. I know we just went through the whole HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! thing, but really... it's 2009?

What happened to the year 2000? Do you remember when we were kids and we looked forward to the year 2000 as some far future time with flying cars when dinosaurs would be cloned from DNA contained inside the glass jar with Edgar Allen Poe's head?

What, did we have different childhoods?

Now I have to get used to writing 2009 on the one check I write every month... it's going to take 9 months for me to accomplish that task without having to void the whole thing and start over again.

My point is, if you can follow me on this, is that the future is here. Now. We're in the 2000s. We're are the future and it's not at all like that horrible Whitney Houston song that was so popular when I was in school or the flying car dino thing. It's just life.

Happy 2009 to all of you, savor it... and keep your eyes open for Edgar Allen Poe for me, won't you?

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