The time has come for a repurposing of this blog.

You may have already come to the understanding that its title is not universally appropriate to everything I write; occasionally hints of a more focused and meaningful intent do, like a foreign liquid in a pool, enter and subtly diffuse within the posts’ otherwise transparent mass. Perhaps, even, you have sliced all the way down to the title’s true purpose: to leave myself carte blanche to attempt to write meaningful things while holding myself to the least-demanding standard possible, silencing potential critics with the ancient weapon of “well, what did you expect?”

In this spirit, I’m currently in the process of relaunching no substance. all eloquence. with a new design, its own domain, and what I anticipate to be a significantly higher frequency of posts, greater in diversity, yet still devoid of anything of substantial merit.

With half-hearted apologies to those who were looking forward to the numeric significance of June 6th, 2006, I feel I must clarify something.

There are a few numbers stuck in your 666.

Even if you choose to omit the 20, there’s still a zero there. And if you use a zero tens digit (as in my previous post about the numerals of a date), you’ve more or less ruined any dark significance of the date by punching the number full of zeroes. 6606, and certainly 060606 somehow lack that particularly foreboding ring.