Monday, January 03, 2011

Stupid Stuff

Today is January 3, 2011. Twenty-eleven. What kind of stupid year-number is that? Year-numbers are supposed to start with "Nineteen!" Nineteen eighty-seven was a very good year. That was the year I left my first husband and started a new life. Nineteen ninety was a good year, too. That was the year I met my second husband. The last good year was nineteen ninety-nine. Then came stupid Two-thousand. It wasn't bad enough that the year-name was stupid. I had to go and get married, which was really dumb! We got along just fine as significant others, each with his own territory. Oh well. Back to the year thing. Isn't it funny how it changed from "two thousand, two thousand one, two thousand two, etc, until January 1, 2011, when the year name changed to TWENTY eleven, enstead of two thousand eleven? At least I THINK it changed...maybe it's just the way *I* say it now! I'm trying to remember if I've heard anyone pronounce the new year name yet. Maybe it's only I who say twenty-eleven. Shit. I'm going to bed.

5 comments:

Harry said...

Husband hind-sight is of course twenty twenty. Visions of the dated future are less clear. Twenleven?

Gorilla Bananas said...

No one says "twenty-eleven", Madame Z. Isn't it the name of a convenience store or something? You and your second husband should have returned to they way you were, but I suppose that's easier said than done.

Madam Z said...

Harry, Madam Z should have used her crystal ball. Maybe I'll look into it now and see if I'll have any dates in the future.

GB,you're right about the convenience store. It's open from 20 to 11, so it's almost time for it to close...or open.

Jodi MacArthur said...

I've been calling it 2011 sort of like 20/20 visoin right? But you are right. The way the numbers are and the way they suond are all wrong. Perhps you'll become a goddess on teh moon in the future, and all wll worship Madame Z and tell of her tales of 3 husbands and how they were burried in the nineteen hundreds for not traeting her right. If this were the case, I imagne yuo can live through 2011. ;-)

Lad Litter said...

I know it's wrong, but I can't help saying two thousand and eleven.