There’s no reason for this thread other than the GAPAs’ inability to resist posting something at 12:12 on 12/12/12.
Does that count as “Random Craziness” because it’s a whim, or “Nonrandom Craziness” because it’s linked to a particular moment in time? To be safe, we’ll classify it as both.
“Twelve” is really a very strange-sounding word when you think about it.
“Ever notice how when you say a normal word over and over again it starts to sound weird? Thursday Thursday Thursday Thursday Thursday Thursday Thursday…”
There’s a word for that: Semantic Satiation.
I wonder if the author of the Time Warp Trio book I was quoting knows that…
Try “zwölf zwölf zwölf.”
Yes, the Teutonic languages are pretty ugly, duodecimally speaking. The Romance languages are nicer: “douze” is doux, and “doce” is dulce. But the Russian word for 12 (dvyeNADsat’) is barely pronounceable, and the Arabic word (ithNASHar) sounds like something written on Bilbo’s ring.
I can’t believe this is the last perfect “matching” date until 2101… Oh, well, 2/2/22 is only a decade away…
Imagine where we’ll be in a decade… (Trelawney-style future predictions for each year, anyone?)
I’ll be twenty-six. That’s weird.
I’ll be twenty-seven. Holy cake.
Sel, I thought you were older than me!
No, no, I’m only sixteen. Funny how you’d think that, though!
Something about the way you say things has always made me think that you were actually two years older than me. Huh.
So, at the risk of sounding totally ignorant, what are all of you talking about with “Trelawney style predictions”?
Randomosity:
In the Harry Potter books, Sybill Trelawney is a highly unreliable, absent-minded prophetess. (Emma Thompson plays her in the movies.)
Ah. Thank you.
Selenium seems older in person. She has gravitas — a sort of nonchalant Muse Academy-like air that says “World domination? No duh!” (though, being British, she probably wouldn’t put it that way).
Hm… Maybe Musery Loves Company should sell T-shirts that say “World domination? No duh!”
And then, for the British market, we could offer one that says “World domination? Rather!”
That’s rather kind of you to say so!
Twenty-nine… 0_0
I’ll probably have my degree by then, I hope…
And if it’s Trelawney style… Killed in a freak accident while… (Hmmm, what’s something I’d never do?)… cave diving.
(It’s just the nexus of so many things that scare me that it’s one certification I have absolutely no desire to ever pursue.)
Twenty-four. If everything goes as planned, I’ll be a PhD student somewhere.
My god, I’ll be twenty-five. I’ll be out of college. I’ll be an adult (heh, I’ll never be an adult).
I predict (in true Trelawney style) that, as Mercury will possibly be in the sixth house on my twenty-fifth birthday (the year being divisible by six, of course), 2022 will see me suffering a minor burn at the hands of a Turkish coffee pot and being smothered by a giant marshmallow.
Anyone else want their prediction done?
Me!
Ducky! Hi!
Yes please!
I would like a prediction very much!
I do!
Oh, and I also predict I’ll take a shower that year.
Ducky- how old will you be?
Sel- Since (2022/26, your age in that year) begins with double-digit sevens, you’ll fall down a flight of seven stairs, which will, fortunately, end in a portal, through which you will fall onto an alternate-dimension trampoline. Given the sharp nature of seven, the trampoline will have sharp teeth which will attempt to bite at your ankles. You will need to mount a daring escape.
AL- Your avatar is a radish- a root vegetable- so we will take the square root of 2022, which is roughly 45. Forty-five divided by five is nine- auspiciously enough, the number of planets in our solar system if you count Pluto, which I do- so, in keeping with our space theme, a small meteor will go through the roof of your house and cause serious damage to your plumbing.
I have large amounts of homework; Biblio, I’ll do yours tomorrow.
Also, I’m superstitious and stuff, so god forbid any of this happens.
Actually, it’s a rutabaga. Still a root vegetable, though!
Oh dear. But I suppose lots of money in plumbing repair is a small price to pay for something from outer space. Also, I’ll have a house? Hooray!
25.
Me! (I predict that we will still be doing predictions at each other. Or I hope so, anyway.)
Ooh, please!
Twenty-three. I have no idea if my current homework habits will have any effect then.
IT IS KIND OF TERRIBLE READING ALL THESE
AND BEING CLOSER TO THE AGES SOME OF YOU WILL BE IN 12 YEARS THAN THE AGE I WILL BE IN 12 YEARS
which will be 32, almost 33 D: D: D: D: D:
nope nope nope nope nope
*scuttles away*
Well everyone’s posting where they’ll be in a decade, so you aren’t TOO much older than everyone else.
I’m only a little less than a year younger than you, if that makes you feel any better! I’ll be 29 in a decade!
We’re talking about how old we’ll be in 10 years, not 12. 2022 is only 10 years away. “BEING CLOSER TO THE AGES SOME OF [US] WILL BE IN 12 YEARS THAN THE AGE [YOU] WILL BE IN 12 YEARS” is something that happens to you even with people you’re nanoseconds older than. Maybe you’re referring to being closer to the ages some of us will be in 10 years than to the ages we are now? That is admittedly the case; in fact, you’re technically older now than Catwings and Kai D. will be 10 years from now.
…Oops, that probably didn’t help, did it. I don’t have the right to tell you growing up isn’t so bad, though, because I’m 7 years younger than you, myself. Well, we love having you around, if that even helps at all!
Yeah. 10 years ago I was older than what some of you are now. That’s strange to think about! Age is odd.
I’m at my aunt (father’s sister) and uncle’s at the moment, and my uncle’s daughter from his first marriage has a little girl who’s here with her parents (said daughter and her husband – it’s very complicated) for the weekend. I have no idea what her exact relation to me is. Anyway, she’s four years old and it struck me today that when she’s my age, I’ll be twenty-eight. It was a startling realisation. I may even have a child/children of my own then. Gosh.
IT’S OKAY. I AM ANCIENT TOO. WE’LL BE FINE.
AFTER ALL, LOOK HOW COOL THE GAPAS ARE.
Are you calling the GAPAS old?…I’m calling the GAPAs aged and wise, but never old. They’ll never be old, it wouldn’t fit with their personalities.
“Aged”? I’ll settle for “old,” thanks.
What are your feelings towards “wizened”?
Always sounds like “shriveled” to me.
I supposed “antediluvian” is out toothough I do have to say I like “aged” better than “old.” “Aged” reminds me of tasty fancy cheese, or wine.
But what about, hmm… running out of ideas… “venerable” is associated with being older isn’t it? I might be making that up. It’s an association in my head at least.
“Venerable”… Hm… Well, if the shoe fits…
I picture the GAPAs as wise, all-knowing seers. I don’t visualize them as old, but old comes with the package.
Yeah, I’ll be 32 in a decade.
I’ll be 28, six years out of college, hopefully with a graduate degree, a job, and some adventures under my belt.
I’ll be 27, probably have flunked out of college but hopefully living on someone’s couch instead of under a bridge… And, seeing it’s Trelawney I invoked here, I’ll probably drown twice and my dog will get eaten by giant scissors.
31. Hopefully I’ll have managed to carve out a career by then.
I’ll be 30. Depending on where life takes me I will probably be sailing somewhere in the world, or I could be working at a museum somewhere in a history-rich area and moonlighting as a fiddle teacher and musician playing for English country dances. Or I could be a sailmaker or boatbuilder in Nova Scotia. I might be returning to grad school instead. Who knows?
Twenty four…
hahahaha I will be 26. And hopefully a professional musician <3
I caught 12:12 12/12/12 today right outside of band.
I’ll be thirty-three. Yeep.
Wait, you’re 9 years older than me? I didn’t know that… Not that it matters or anything, of course, I’m just feeling a bit young right now…