This year I am thankful for my own mortality. Sometime in the next hundred years, I will die. I will never again have to hear every moron within earshot, movie advertisers leading the call, spouting "eleven eleven eleven" like it has some deep cosmic significance.
Did they just this month realize that someday this would happen? And that we could even predict the exact day it would? Somebody informing me how a calendar works, particularly when they know somebody else probably already has, insults my intelligence.