setting the scene

[idiosyncreant]

Dear sweet baby polar bears

what have I got myself into.

Reading my teen maunderings and all that “subtext” is quite…humbling? But still, edit or no, I think 13 years is about as distant as I can get from the material before I totally forget it.

So. Here goes nothing.

The time is turn-of-the-millenium. Everywhere people are buying bags of beans they don’t know how to cook in preparation for the cyberpocalypse. Our realization of how entwined we were in our own technology came crashing down on us, as we imagined stores unable to check anyone out, trucks not shipping, ATMs exploding…

All this before GPS, DSL, and even most people owning cell-phones.*

Anyway,
I was 13, pretty sure Y2K couldn’t be that bad. I was more intrigued by going to see “the ball drop in Times Square” at a party. Previously, I’d maybe gone to a couple church events for the New Year that ended at 12:15.

*at least in the US, as I was aware of it. There were car phones!