When Zeus sat down to watch Pawn Stars and asked Artemis to script out the calendar year, she had one thing in mind: cockamamie fractions. The length of a regular year is precisely 365.242198 days long. This is because what you know as the 24 hour day is roughly four minutes short. Due to this discrepancy, after the Earth orbits the Sun once, we lose nearly all of what would be a 366th day. So what you know to be 365 days a year is actually 25% more. For all those go-getters out there wishing for more hours in the day, cram a d*ck in it; Your wish has been fulfilled. To make up for this extra time, every fourth year we tack on a bonus day and call it Leap Day.
In addition to coinciding with presidential elections and the summer Olympics, giving candidates and athletes one more day to cheat, Leap Day contains a bit of mystery and intrigue. It’s the only day that, like a dead beat dad, POOF, won’t be around for the next four years. Magic. People love the idea of monumental occasions falling on the 29th of February. Question: How absurd it is when we celebrate a birthday every four years? Answer: Considerably. If you died on Leap Day, we could essentially forget about you until the next Sarah Palin presidential run. Sadly, I couldn’t envision a world where you were dead and Sarah Palin wasn’t.
What is more interesting is what happens if we didn’t make an extra day and just let things ride. Eventually, our expectations of time (seasons, night and day, etc.) would start to shift from our calendars. 6 a.m. would eventually become noon and, even though you’d feel good about waking up so early, you’d still need a haircut you hippie. In this fantasy world, 120 years from now, summer would fall in December and snow in July would blow your mind all over your chest. It’d be like living in Australia which (to be clear) isn’t living at all. This is an example of why imagining things is bad. I’m sorry I brought it up.
Leap Day is a fun little bonus. It’s like finding out the cold sores on your lips are just from chapping and not herpes simplex 2. That’s the balm! What a wonderful world we live in where the distance from the Earth to the Sun is so perfect that we can exist without being burned to death by solar rays or too far away that we freeze in the vast expanses of space allowing us to reflect on the infinitely minute details of our lives that will fall by the wayside just in time for the next Leap Day.




















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