All day today I’ve had the nagging feeling the date is somehow significant. I kept dating new versions of source code, and every time “2008-03-14” came out, a quiet alarm rang in my head. “It’s 03-14! Do something about it!”

I’ve checked my calendar, I’ve dug into the depths of my memory. “March 14. March 14. 03/14. The 14th of March. Ten days after the fourth of March.” My every effort was stymied by some awful mental block. Surely if it were the 14th of February I’d have had an easier time. “Why, today is Valentine’s Day,” I would have told myself.

I’d nearly given up by lunchtime, when I opened xkcd’s blag. Today is Pi Day. It’s Pi Day! It’s 03.14. 03.14 15:09:26 in just a few hours. The 14th of March!

I don’t know whether to be proud I had the date mentally filed, however irretrievable the reason proved, or to be ashamed at the level of geekiness I have today exhibited.

Happy Pi Day.