Thankfully, I have not seen any stories about people freaking straight the fuck out over yesterday's date of 10-10-10. No fervent religious displays by people enraptured over images of dieities in fried foods. No expectant mothers having labor induced to avoid a 10-10-10 delivery, just like back as 06-06-06 approached.
I mean, TNA Wrestling scheduled their Bound for Glory pay-per-view for 10-10-10, so how earth-shattering a day could it have been? I, for one, refuse to believe the world will come to an end during a wrestling pay-per-view. Maybe during a Dancing With the Stars finale, but not a professional wrestling show.
Sure, for whatever hoopla or clever marketing tie-ins there may have been for 10-10-10, you have to admire how quickly and neatly it passed us by. The football games and wrestling shows and everything else went off without a hitch, and why wouldn't it? I mean, there's nothing really special about the date- it comes along every 100 years. Then again, so does every other date. I did, however, learn something interesting. October 2010 has five Fridays, five Saturdays, and five Sundays. That only comes around every 827 years. Which now do you think is cooler? I thought so. There oughta be some type of Stonehenge/Highlander/Hellboy shit breaking out somewhere.
But probably not, and it's all for the best. I mean, the Highlander thing pretty much got played out, Ron Perlman's busy with Sons of Anarchy, and you just know some stupid ass would show up with a Stonehenge in danger of being crushed by a dwarf. No telling how often that happens...