I’ve explained this before, but if you’ll bare with me for a minute, I need to do it again:
A long time ago in a world before the internet or IRC, I used to use and eventually run a 12-line chat BBS called the STS-07 (Synergy Teleconferencing System 07: Information Overload). User accounts were by number; each member had their own number and would show up in the online user list as such. You could change your name at will, but your number was always the same.
Since the first time I logged onto that system, my number was 169. I chose it seemingly at random and because all the “good” numbers were taken – 7, 13, 42, 69, 666, etc. I picked 169 because “it’s like ‘I 69’, get it?”; nevermind that at that point in my life I had never actually done any numbers at all, let alone 69.
169 became my number. I used it everywhere. It’s still in all my passwords, it’s always my number of choice. It appears all over the place, in strange and spooky places – we’ll play a game, and I’ll end up with a score of 169. When I read a book, I’ll glance at the page number and I’ll be on 169. I know it’s one of those “the number is significant so you’re subconciously looking for it” things, but Ed can attest that 169 shows up a LOT in my life.
Three or so years after having the number 169 as my very own, I discovered that my birthday – June 18th – is the 169th day of the year.
Why am I telling you all this?
Because I did the final tally for the Cans for Comments Extravaganza last night, and together we netted 169 comments – 169 cans – for the food bank.
You have no idea how much this satisifies me. It’s like 100% uncut Columbian nerd crack.
Thank you all for participating in Cans for Comments! I will gather up some final numbers for everyone who participated, and yes Mike, there will be pictures. I’m off to can it up today – it’s a good thing Shan and Miranda both have giant cars, because that is a lot of food for Vancouver’s hungry. I’m so proud of all of us!