…I know, right? Technically, it can be any dang time you want at either the North or South Poles, because that’s where the longitude lines converge. And apparently the answer is ‘any dang time you like,’ more or less officially. In Antarctica it’s easier to sync the time to wherever your closest visitors are generally coming from than it is to match the increasingly surreal local day-night cycle to the ‘proper’ longitude. And nobody hangs out at the North Pole permanently.
Well, except for Santa Claus, of course. He probably uses Greenwich time, because Santa’s a bit of a traditionalist. Or maybe whatever time NORAD uses, and I’m too lazy to look it up and besides Operation Christmas Drop is pretty cool. I’m thinking this is going to be one of those mornings where I drink coffee and look up weird stuff on the Internet.
[UPDATE: This is either a weird coincidence, or I saw the title without consciously noting it. Probably the latter; it’s in my Twitter feed.]
Also known as “What time is it? Who cares, it’s COLD!”