18 Million Minutes


The other day in math class, my cadre of padawans and I had a problem in which we had to figure out how many minutes old we were.

They, being 8 or 9 years old, fell somewhere between 4 and 4.7 million minutes and change.

I, however, have racked up 18,396,000 or so.

6,132,000 have been spent asleep (give or take).

I've spent 12,264,000 or more listening to music.

In the past decade and a half, I've probably spent 2 million or so online.

I've probably spent at least 873,000 in a directly foul or negative mood, sometimes related to whatever happened online. A year is 525,600 minutes.

In another 18 million minutes, give or take, this mounting pile of papery slices of time is going to go up in one big bonfire.

Chris Martin tells me "everything's not lost" though.

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"Can't stop the spirits when they need you / This life is more than just a read-through"
-- Flea, Kiedis and Co.

Comments

Julie said…
I just lost a few minutes just trying to figure that out b/c I'm so stupid on this damn medine 'topamax' that is really dopmax for my migraines,, lol, you just blew my mind... glad I'm not in school anymore, LOL!! Damn a few more minutes went by just typing that!! ha..
that was interesting!! wondering how many minutes teenage men spend maturbating??
12:26 AM
Unknown said…
Being a Unix weenie, I only divide the world into people born 'pre' Epoch and those born 'post' Epoch. Bloody Post-Epochians are beginning to seriously gripe my wagger. (Hint: Unix Epoch - 1/1/1970). Note to Julie - What makes you think men stop after their teenage years?
4:12 PM
V said…
::snigger snigger::

Y'all crack me up. :)

Uhhm... let's see, in Post-Epoch speak, what is that, um, "Y'all be wack."
11:12 AM
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