We are almost done with this ridiculous decade and we have yet to reach consensus on a proper way to describe the period. And don't give me "The Aughts," because, honestly, that is a terrible name. So we're making a unilateral declaration today that the span of years from 2000 to 2009 will henceforth be referred to as "The Nads." Think about it: It started off with two big, hanging zeroes and it ended up with the economy stuffed in a sack. It's kind of perfect. Tell your friends, start using it in conversation, casually reference it on your Twitter account, etc. If we all pull together I think we can make this happen. Thank you.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
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©The Nads. THE AWL v0.02.
It just doesn't have the ring of "Summer of Death," really. But I do like it and will use it on my holiday cards this year.
Let's not have another "Summer O' Death" incident. Trademark it.
It will be tough to try to get everyone to stop saying nineteen-ninety-nineteen this late in the year.
Whatever it is, it sucks balls.
How about just the Lost Decade?
In IRL and UK "naughties" is pretty well established and I thoroughly endorse this alternative and hope it murders the competition. NADS!
Jinx!
Nice try, but they're called the Naughties.
The Bush Administration Decade, aka The Bad...
But never mind that! How is it that we can have a major bear incident in the news, a teenager trapped on a drifting ice floe for 3 days and forced to gun down marauding polar bears just to stay alive (plus, boredom maybe), and no word of comment from Bear News Central. Is it just too sad and tragic for those orphaned little bear cubs?
Remember, when the decade began, we all thought that when the clocks changed the computers would implode and our systems would shut down, including the nuclear reactors, which would melt and spray glowing goo fountains over the ground, turning the water hot and smoky while we sat in fallout shelters, dissolving, waiting for the azure evaporated milk and caked canned beans to run out, and then we'd lose our morality to the point of becoming irridescent cannibals pursuing people across the landscape as our limbs sloughed off and we slowly and agonizingly collapsed in a muck of viscous nothing?
Can we try again?
I know, at least it would've been interesting.
God, you know... I really love balls, allusions to balls, jokes about balls, etc. etc. but I don't think I can get behind this one.
Ignoring boobs as an alternative is goddamn criminal, Balk.
You know, "The Tits".
WAAAAY not awesome enough to be called The Tits.
I'm so tired of the "decade" thing. I never really believed that things fit nicely into "the Sixties" or "the Seventies." I mean wasn't 1962 completely different from 1967? Wasn't 1981 pretty much the same as 1977?
I saw we go with no term for the current decade and just call it "oh three" or "oh seven" or whatever specific time to which you want to refer.