I have this desk calendar on my desk, see? A big paper one with large blue squares for the days, plenty of room in the margins for doodling and memory enhancement (notes,) holidays highlighted in red, and it's got big cheerful blue Sans Serif numbers for every day, placed carefully in the upper left corner of every day block. It's also got something today that I've been looking forward to for months.
Today, it tells me, is June the 56th.
Now far be it from me to have flights of fancy (or fancy flights, or even flancy fights,) but I thought for sure that something incredible, something around which my mind could build a landmark for the rest of my life would occur on June the 56th, 2007, that most indominitable of days, the most rare of 24 hour periods (occuring only once every Forever,) but no, nothing thus far.
So tell me, before the anticipation makes me rupture an O-ring: If you had Your Way With Things, what would happen today, June the 56th, 2007?