Wow -- Siri transcribed all those words! -- but you went in and edited? or no. Speaking of New Year's Eves past, my current husband (who note: is somewhat older than me) was working on a computer the size of several Volkswagen buses, 15 miles outside of Boston at the air force base in Lincoln, Massachusetts. It is New Year’s Eve, 1969, and the spousal unit has hung a piece of mistletoe above the computer. At midnight, the computer suddenly crashed. This is interesting, he mused. He realized that when the computers were programmed in 1965, they had never been tested regarding the transition to a new decade. When the computer’s clock turned from 1969 to 1970, everything crashed. He considered alerting programmers everywhere to anticipate computer breakdowns every time the decade or the century turned over. And at that moment, his brain, which by this time was the size of a planet, envisioned the great Y2K scare of the late 1990s. Finding and fixing the Y2K bug could employ thousands and thousands of programmers. Universities would have to hire professors to train these programmers. He could have a comfortable professorial job for years. So he quietly turned out the lights and went looking for a party. He told me this story when the Y2K scare started in the late 1990s.
I edited a bit about 30 minutes later. Today was a frenetic day, full of car washes, clothes donating, Targeting, Trader Joe's-ing, Whole Foods-ing, Planetarium-ing, throwing a party-ing, and then... hubskiing. Favorite part? Yep.... planetarium. Second favorite.. Hubskiing.