This weekend saw, a la The Matrix, the advent stream of a variety of numbers whose varied significance is worth noting within the ebb and flow of our lives:
1: The number of hours we had to set our clocks ahead (3, another number, weeks early). Yawn.
4: The Final Four tournament, aka March Madness, is now locked in and ready to proceed;
300: The number of Spartans desperately defending their homeland in the Zack Snyder-directed, Frank Miller-authored story of the Battle of Thermopylae in 480 BC (yet another number). And while we're at it, the number 1 represents where this film landed in box office earnings (translated to yet another number, 70,000,000). That's a lot of zeros. I haven't seen it but it looks bitchin' -- and despite the lousy reviews, that's not relevant to me. After all, the one thing that the aforementioned 300 Spartans can't confront are critics.
25: The number of games Islander forward Chris Simon was suspensed by the NHL for his stick attack on the Rangers' Ryan Hollweg. The last two major on-ice incidents (involving, respectively, Steve Moore and Todd Bertuzzi and Marty McSorley and Donald Brashear) resulted each in suspensions of 23 games. What's next, the NHL bans the offending player for life? Mr. Simon's ban, by the way, will cost him another number: $82,000. That's not nearly enough zeros.
5: The number of days until my birthday. More importantly, the number 3 -- the number of days until Kaia gets into NYC.
Of the aforementioned numbers, there's only one that concerns me; the rest are just plain-ol' digits. Any others I'm missing, please let me know :)
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How's the cleaning going? I just hired a housekeeper if you want her name ;-)
Despite the fact I spent the last couple weeks getting the place ready for Kaia's upcoming visit, I think it's pretty safe to say I don't need a housekeeper but a team of demolition experts, a guy with a leaf blower and an industrial-grade, commercial dumpster ;)
But thank you nonetheless ;)
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