Maxit Mag

OK, so it's over by now. But! What did you do for 6/6/06?



I mean besides going to see the opening of the Omen remake. That's boring and entirely too predictable.

Let's see...
If you live in Hell, Michigan, you probably attended a costume party with the other 256 people who live there. Maybe you won a prize. Maybe you bought a square inch of Hell's prime real estated for $6.66. Congratulations! (Did you know that the home mortgage rate was at 6.6% when you did so?)

If your last name is Jenkins or LaHaye, you have quite possibly released the latest in a long line of sequels to what many of us like to call the Worst Book In History.

(Others of us save that designation for The DaVinci Code or The Eye Of Argon or maybe the Malleus Malificarum.) If you are a fan or even tangentially interested, you might have spent the day trying to figure out when 6/6/06 actually was, what with the whole Julian versus Gregorian calendar and the trouble with pinpointing the exact date of Jesus's birth and so on.

If you're not a fan of the books, you probably spent some time today rolling your eyes. They're probably sore by now. Sorry.




If you play in an aging heavy metal rock band, you might be reminiscing over that time a car crash with a van full of nuns resulted in a repair bill of £666.



Or you might be proclaiming a national holiday on the off-chance that your day might be more popular than the one proclaimed by President Truman about 50 years back.



Dude, no contest. Its rip-rockin' head-bangin' guitar versus a competition to see who looks better in the knees-and-folded-hands posture--which do you think sounds like more fun?

Regardless of who you are, you probably noticed that the world failed to end.

Again.

...Guess you'll have to keep paying off that 6.6% rate mortgage.