It has been almost a decade since we gathered together panic-stricken in our homemade backyard bomb shelters awaiting the apocalypse disguised as the Gregorian calendar year of 2000. I have since overcome my fear of new millenias and have embraced the 21st century as my home and also as the little brother I never had. Some argue we had it right with harem pants, silk shirts, and George Constanza, but I much prefer the Now and Later®.
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I'm glad, nine years later, you're willing to accept the 00's. I remember in Richmond Y2K was still fodder for creative material.
I think we're right on the edge of something terrible/magnificent.
Is your name really Lucy Lawless?
Lucas, please recall the song you wrote about Y2K. I loved it. I used to have this wild theory about why you wrote that song a few years after the fact, comprised of listening to a lot of Dylan and us being a few years older than you.
I remember staring at my computer right as the millennium was ending and it just so happened that my Matrix screen saver popped up as my computer idled...my mind was blown.
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