Last night I had a nightmare. Actually, its "the" nightmare. I've dreamt it over and over. It starts with me at home, writing a hilarious blog entry. I'm writing a great post about how poor people get confused easily. Like how they don't know how to act at a country club, etc. Then, all the sudden, my computer screen goes black. The computer goes to DOS mode, and in the upper left hand corner I read in horror.
Microsoft (R) Windows 98
(C) Copyright Microsoft Corp 1981-1998.
C:\WINDOWS\Desktop> Its Y2K, Conti.
Then, the screen goes completely blank. Just as it does, I catch a reflection of myself in the now blank screen. Behind me in the reflection, I see another face. I turn around in panic and find myself staring eyeball-to-eyeball with an angry sabertooth tiger. He mauls me from behind, and I scream out in terror. And as the long sword-like upper canine teeth pierce deep into my flesh, all I hear is the sound of a modem.
Being murdered by Y2K and Sabertooth Tigers at the same time. How horrific for me, to think of these things.