Remember All the Hullabaloo?

I’m a hardcore pessimist, but I stumbled, tripped and fell flat on my face over the propaganda of Y2K.

I was fairly well convinced that I’d be living most of the year 2000 in relative darkness and obscurity.

So I bought a comically large number of water bottles, and began to collect food and paraphernalia suitable for prolonging life from midnight until such time as well, forever.

I was determined to make a go of it for my kids as we cloaked ourselves from the damage of the new millennium, and I envisioned my emergency food supplies to be similar to those I found at a site for other hogwash listeners like myself: http://www.preparewise.com

But in reality, my emergency kit looked more like this.

Nonetheless and nevertheless.

I was half-ass ready.

And when the clock struck the time of striking, I braced myself for stuff to ‘splode.

That’s it. That’s the end of the story. Move along now.

What? You were expecting a tidy wrap-up, a groovy finish?

Well, I was expecting Y2K and I’m bitter, so bite me.