OT: Nerd Party Time

[fierte_poser]

You may not realize this, but a momentous occasion is about to go down today (in ~6 hours!) and anybody who likes UNIX/Linux needs to know. At 6:31:30PM EST today, Unix time will be 1234567890! We've been waiting for this since January 1, 1970.

This is how you can check Unix time if you have a UNIX/Linux machine:

> date +%s

What is Unix time?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unix_time

A cool countdown page:
http://coolepochcountdown.com/

A list of parties:
http://www.1234567890day.com/

Party like its 1234567890!!!

[johnnymossville]

That's cool and thanks for reminding me. Just a reminder for everyone with macs, open up a shell and type the command. :)

[William]

So what happens when it reaches 1234567890?


Does the world end?

Do UFO's appear?

Do all Unix machines become self aware?

Just asking. Usually something like this coincides with some sort of para-normal event for some. :banana:




William :)

[deechee]

haha. cool.

but i don't plan to stick around work that late. oh well.

[johnnymossville]

So what happens when it reaches 1234567890?


Does the world end?

Do UFO's appear?

Do all Unix machines become self aware?

Just asking. Usually something like this coincides with some sort of para-normal event for some. :banana:




William :)

It's a moment when Nerd and Machine become ONE.

[William]

It's a moment when Nerd and Machine become ONE.



Ah, Bio-Tech. :cool:



William

[Kevan]

my formal pocket protector.

[fierte_poser]

So what happens when it reaches 1234567890?

Umm...it goes to 1234567891? :p

[William]

Umm...it goes to 1234567891? :p


http://www.worth1000.com/entries/228000/228047VbDA_w.jpg



:p ;) :D

William

[Bud_E]

My wife and I are planning the exact moment of conception of our next child around the event.

[fierte_poser]

We are now at 123456.... and counting. :banana:

[BumbleBeeDave]

He knew exactly what was happening up on the mountain at this very moment. The High Lama and his assistants would be sitting in their silk robes, inspecting the sheets as the junior monks carried them away from the typewriters and pasted them into the great volumes. No one would be saying anything. The only sound would be the incessant patter, the never-ending rainstorm, of the keys hitting the paper, for the Mark V itself was utterly silent as it flashed through its thousands of calculations a second. Three months of this, thought George, was enough to start anyone climbing up the wall.

"There she is!" called Chuck, pointing down into the valley. "Ain’t she beautiful!"

She certainly was, thought George. The battered old DC-3 lay at the end of the runway like a tiny silver cross. In two hours she would be bearing them away to freedom and sanity. It was a thought worth savoring like a fine liqueur. George let it roll around in his mind as the pony trudged patiently down the slope.

The swift night of the high Himalayas was now almost upon them. Fortunately the road was very good, as roads went in this region, and they were both carrying torches. There was not the slightest danger, only a certain discomfort from the bitter cold. The sky overhead was perfectly clear and ablaze with the familiar, friendly stars. At least there would be no risk, thought George, of the pilot being unable to take off because of weather conditions. That had been his only remaining worry.

He began to sing but gave it up after a while. This vast arena of mountains, gleaming like whitely hooded ghosts on every side, did not encourage such ebullience. Presently George glanced at his watch.

"Should be there in an hour," he called back over his shoulder to Chuck. Then he added, in an afterthought, "Wonder if the computer’s finished its run? It was due about now."

Chuck didn’t reply, so George swung round in his saddle. He could just see Chuck’s face, a white oval turned toward the sky.

"Look," whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven. (There is always a last time for everything.)

Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.

--From "The Nine Billion Names of God"
By Arthur C. Clarke

[fierte_poser]

That was awesome!

Anyone else need a cigarette? ;)

[Ahneida Ride]

So what happens when it reaches 1234567890?
Does the world end?
Do UFO's appear?
Do all Unix machines become self aware?
Just asking. Usually something like this coincides with some sort of para-normal event for some. :banana:
William :)

William picks up some Colorado Concept Ti Tubes and goes into action.

[capybaras]

I had to go to yoga. What happened?

[fiamme red]

Happy Square Root Day! :banana:

http://news.cnet.com/8301-11386_3-10186121-76.html