2009. Our years are getting farther and farther into the years covered in the science fiction I started reading as a kid (like back in 1983, when 9-year-old me read Arthur C. Clarke's 2010 for the first time). Maybe that explains the increasing weirdness of our world: we're still figuring out this whole "future" thing as we catch up to it. Or something. Maybe.
May we face this new chunk of the future with love, humor and swagger.