By now, most people are aware that the new millennium did not start last year when the odometer clicked over to 2000. There have been plenty of smug know-it-alls preaching "You know, there was no year zero, so the new millennium starts in 2001, not 2000. Blah, blah, blah, I'm so sma-art, you're an id-iot" and so on.
The carping has really gotten old. Face it, millennium-stickler-losers, no one cares about 2001. It's not a cool number. 2000 was cool because it ended in three zeros and started with a new digit. Millennium be damned. Besides, Real Men (and by that I mean "programmers") start counting at zero, not at one, so 0 A.D. was what non-Real Men (by that I mean the boneheads who set up the calendar) cleverly called 1 B.C. Or, for the Politically Correct, those dates are 0 C.E. and 1 B.C.E.
(Tangential aside: I ran across an interesting Christian rant against the use of C.E. and B.C.E. vs. A.D. and B.C. here.)
Of course, Real Men only count in binary or hex as well, which means that their millennium transition will occur in 2048 (211 or 800 hex, although neither can reasonably be called a millennium). For the few Real Men still counting in octal, 2048 will be 4000, which is fairly pretty. And as yet another concession to the Politically Correct, I am willing to stipulate that some Real Men may in fact be women. Those that care can substitute the phrase Real Programmers.
In any case, I'm sure we'll all greet the official start of the new millennium with a collective yawn that is even louder than the one we all emitted last year when the lights stayed on, our bank accounts did not fluctuate wildly, and the world did not erupt in chaos. Perhaps even louder than the yawns even now issuing forth from your uncontrollably gaping maws.
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