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Well, before the world goes awry and leaves us in a state of catastrophe, we recorded one last show. We talk about our own Y2K preparation and the recent DVD-related news. If you can still get to a computer, it might be worth a listen.
i did some moderating, and the following was the result. notice the sequence of numbers that designate which posts i moderated. december 28?
Moderating 99/12/28/1622239
+1 (Informative) Servers are down where I work. (99/12/28/1622239-22, 3 points left)
+1 (Informative) Site going down for 1.75 days (99/12/28/1622239-25, 2 points left)
+1 (Informative) ebay (99/12/28/1622239-34, 1 points left)
+1 (Informative) kepp it up (99/12/28/1622239-37, 0 points left) You don't have any moderator points.
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by Bruce Perens (bruce@perens.com) on Friday December 31, @10:44 AHS (#26)
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What a nice last thought, hearing Rob's voice before the world is blown to bits.. (or something)...
Happy New Year everyone, I hope everyone has a safe and very enjoyable time tonight...
-D.Alphaeus
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I personally think the real y2k problem for me is going to be the endless number of phone calls, knocks on my office door, and my name being yelled in order to tell me that they have a y2k problem. I predict Excel crashes will be blamed on y2k (even though it did the same thing in 1999), blue screens, slow loading web pages, printers out of paper, dogs that pee in the house, stubbed toes, etc...
I have a solution. I call my fellow BOFH's to follow suit. Tomorrow I am going to a sporting goods store to buy a ping pong paddle that will be boldly marked "THE Y2K SMACK". It will be in my posession at all times. Blame y2k on something dumb, and SMACK!
Any other suggestions of what to do to the users would be appreciated *grin*
midnight GMT
happened ten minutes ago
the lights are still on
Irritable, left-wing and possibly humorous bumper stickers and t-shirts
If the IRS isn't Y2K-compliant they'll be checking all of the returns by hand. And I can see them disallowing all kinds of deductions. If it is bad, but not as bad as you think, you may be stuck with the full cost of the shopping spree.
The net will not be what we demand, but what we make it. Build it well.
are in "On The Beach" by Nevil Shute, for anyone who doesn't know. There's also the crew of a US nuclear sub that happens to be deep underwater when the bombs begin to fly. Good book; I had to read it for school about eight years ago and it made quite an impression.
Blah! The world didn't end. It would have been convenient ;)
2600 seems like the Y2K bug has claimed a page... heh...
Top Ten Ways to make Y2K fun:
10. Play REM's "It's the end of the world as we know it" loudly. Repeatedly. Until the VP comes in and begs you to stop playing that damned song.
9. Point out, as UserFriendly did, that Y2K isn't till 2048, so you're going home.
8. If your boss is a Pagan, at the rollover of each hour, drop to your knees and loudly pray to the Lord God for salvation from the "cursed bug". Make your speech flowery with thee's, thou's, and use the word "abomination" at least three times.
7. Annoy your co-workers by reminding them that it's not really the millenium.
6. Wear a black trenchcoat, especially if you are not in the habit of doing so. Glance nervously at your watch and threaten to leave early.
5. At 11:59, scream loudly into the phone: "What do you mean, you have another Y2K jumbo Patch I need to install!?!?!". Then leave.
4. Rent a rider truck. Drive it to work.
3. Make regular comments about the sudden shortage of high-nitrate fertilizer.
2. Get a 20 camera flashes (the kind that come on poles). Set them up outside your window. Set them off at 12:00 PM, while screaming "Get Down!"
1. And the number one way to enjoy Y2K: Quit this stupid job. After all, you're a UNIX geek, you can find a job tomorrow.
Surgeon general's warning: following these suggestions may be hazardous to your future earnings. This was intended as humour, and is not intended to advocate or condone any illegal activities.
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Wow, The clocks in my Datacenter have been reporting 1/1/80 91:00 since the GMT rollover. If I was hourly I'd be racking up the OT! Wow, I've never stayed up untll 91:00 hours before, yet I am suprisingly not tired. Must be all the coffie.
Yes the site is still up, just can't get to it from www.2600.com, click here if you want to goto the normal site
Took us a while to find :)
...that the reason the world didn't end today was because the geeks were right all along, and the turn of the millenium is still a whole year away.
Don't mortgage off those bunkers just yet, ye loonies.
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It's October 6th. Where's W2K? Over the horizon again, eh?
Sheesh, evil *and* a jerk. -- Jade
yet another fucking yy2k haiku
made friends with jack d.
hes such a grood friend to me
i can''t see the screen
This sig is false.
I don't know if anyone pointed out to the general public yet, but the fact that no y2k bugs are actually taking place might be taken by some people that it was a h0ax. But in fact, that means that everyone did what they were supposed to do, and squashed 90% of those out there. I say good job to all of you y2k exterminators.
Now we all must brace for the impact of new years into California, where most will probably occur...
There used to be a counter counting down hours / minutes towards year 2000 ... it stopped working at about 18:00 CET ... displaying weird shit. Wonder if it's some hacker ... Imagine that, the panel starts displaying "I'm 3r77t I 0wn y0u!" Whoups, quickly pull out the plug!
Well, to put it bluntly, Y2K came around and after all the talk about how it would screw up the world as we know it, Jack Squat occurred. No power outage, no missle launches, nothing. I hate to think how this going to be remembered by future generations. "And now class, we discuss 'The Panic of 1999' ".
P.S. What happens to the cartoon "After Y2K" now? It's going to sort of end up like Star Trek, which has Earth breaking out into WWIII in the early 1990's (the origin of Khan I think).
It means, if you've been following along, that the real version of history is where the Techno Talking Babes (who I'd take over Lara Croft any day) have obviously saved history as we know it. Kudos to ESR for stocking up on lemons ;-)
trash, air, Times Square crowd
milling millions millennium
waiting for the ball
What part of "Gestalt" don't you understand?
What part of "gestalt" don't you understand?
So on 1999.12.30, my girlfriend flew down to Atlanta and we "caught up" with each other and on 1999.12.31 we packed up all the champaigne and beer into my brother's Camry because my motorcycle won't hold that much stuff and a girlfriend at one time and we headed on up to Toccoa, Georgia, to get extremely drunk with my cousin Chip and his wife Shannon who is originally from New Jersey.
When we got up there we started drinking almost immediately and by 2330EST between the four adults we had drunk plenty of beer and five bottles of champaigne ranging from Moët & Chandon White Star down to André Strawberry Sparkling Wine which tastes like somebody made a spritzer out of Boone's Farm and Diet Seven Up and some pee.
After we watched Satan emerge from Times Square to repossess Dick Clark's soul we stumbled outside and turned on the boombox and soaked the bonfire in about a gallon and a half of gasoline and stood about twenty feet away from it and tried to light it by shooting Roman candles into the pile. Well, gasoline fumes spread along the ground and when the bonfire finally caught the flames shot along the ground almost to our feet and then raced back to the bonfire which subsequently went wham! and lifted about two feet off the ground and when it cambe back down it went from being a five foot high pile of wood about five feet wide to being a one foot high pile of wood about twenty-five feet wide that was on fire and we were standing right in the middle of it kicking like hell to get all the burning bits in the middle of the yard and away from the Camry and the dog pen and the hundred and ten year old heart-of-pine house and most importantly away from our feet.
Once the fire was more or less centralized we started to dance and jump up and down in a frenetic semicircle at that exact distance from the bonfire where the clothes on one side of your body are starting to smoke while the other half is getting crunchy with frost. We hollered and thrassed while in the dog pen all five beagles and a bloodhound named Elvis started baying at us for almost burning down their yard. We danced and danced and finally Chip and Shannon stumbled inside and my girlfriend fell down on the ground and begged me to bring her a blanket so she could pass out in the yard. I spent the next half hour cajoling her upright so I could get her back to the house but the whole point of this story is that from the time the bonfire exploded to the time I dragged my girlfriend to safety the radio station on the boombox had been playing "It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" by R.E.M. over and over again in a continuous loop and when I staggered back outside at about three-thirty A.M. to to vomit on the beagles it was still playing and now I know how Alex felt about Beethoven towards the end of A Clockwork Orange and boy did my head hurt the next day.
P.S. There's nothing better for a hangover than having a three year old and a five year old jumping up and down on your stomach while shrieking at you to turn on the television so they can watch Pokémon.
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Actually, I rather enjoyed the "background" comment towards the end of this episode - from Neal, wasn't it?
:)
"I used to fight it but now I've given in to Pop Culture. Woooo! New Millenium! Wooo!"
Or something like that. I fell off my chair I laughed so much (almost as good as Tripping the Rift
I left my body to science, but I'm afraid they've turned it down...