Saturday’s date, in case you missed it, was 07/07/07. Various news outlets looking to fill dead air time (CNN, I’m looking in your direction) declared it The Luckiest Day of the Century, with rather overexuberant anticipation. Lots of people even scheduled their Las Vegas weddings to coincide with this supposedly exciting date. Me? I stayed in, except for when I went out to buy groceries.

Now, as a Discordian, I have a healthy skepticism about reading too much significance into numbers. After all, our elders spent a great deal of time fucking with us so that we’d get the point. It’s true: if we were a race of octopi, there’d be a Law of Eights instead of a Law of Fives.

Nevertheless, it was worth keeping an eye on just in case. So what happened on Saturday? Al Gore’s Live Earth concert extravaganza went off without a hitch. On the other hand, a horrible truck bombing killed 150 people in Amerli, Iraq. Bit of a mixed message, there.

And then I got to thinking about all those times the crew of the Starship Enterprise went back in time to avert a horrible catastrophe threatening the Earth, or traveled incognito to a distant planet and saved their civilization from impending doom without even telling them. And I realized that maybe Saturday really was the luckiest day of the century, and we just didn’t hear about why.

Maybe a meteor was on its way, and got knocked off-course just in time. Maybe a plague was narrowly stopped from spreading its wrath across the globe. Maybe a vile alien conqueror was prevented from attacking our solar system by benevolent heroes whose names we’ll never know.

Who can tell? All I’m saying is, in the interest of optimism and paranoia, don’t assume it wasn’t a lucky day just because you didn’t win the lottery or get laid. Maybe 07/07/07 really was The Luckiest Day of the Century, and Captain Kirk just can’t tell us. You don’t want to hurt Captain Kirk’s feelings, do you?