So it’s soon 2009. This comes as quite a shock, as I still am a little unsure about being in the 2000s. What what were they called exactly? The zeros? The naughties? The nothing-in-particulars?
Whatever–in one year I will have to get adjusted to a whole new decade. The 10s promise to be a decade of decay, global panic, and, for me, medium to average hair loss. Although I come from a family where the men don’t lose their hair, I have to anyway consider it a possibility and prepare for the worse.
When I was growing up, the year 2009 seemed incredibly futuristic. And now it’s simply routine, along with mobile telephones, personal computers, and free access to every movie and song in the world.
But 2009 feels like a good year. It’s an odd number, for one, and 9 is a much more satisfying year than 8, since it is a perfect square, and odd numbers are obviously superior to even ones, just as electrons are obviously red and not blue. Am I right?
Anyway, welcome to the future. The flying cars are coming any day now.