It's 4:16 PM here in the Rose City on the sixth day of the six month of the sixth year. Hey, wait a second. 6/6/06. O?!! That works out to 6,606, not 666. If you really want to be nit-picky, it's 6/6/2006. The only way I can see this number scheme working in favor of doomsayers is if today's date were June 6th, 6 AD. The kid who called in a threat to that high school in Eugene is off by at least two thousand years. What's all the hullabaloo about then? Could GW be responsible?

So far I haven't seen any rivers of molten lava rolling down the streets out here in Beaverton. None of my coworkers have mysteriously disappeared and the sky isn't yet filled with black clouds or horsemen. If Satan works normal business hours, I think we're in the clear. All things considered though, I'd much rather be in Hell right now. I guess they're holding a shingig out that way today.