The clocks ticked past midnight and nothing exploded. No planes fell from the sky. No power grids collapsed. Was Y2K a mass hysteria engineered by consultants, or did the quiet army of coders actually save the world? I've been digging through the logs.
READ ENTRYFifty million users. Zero revenue for artists. The labels are screaming into the void and Metallica filed a lawsuit. Meanwhile, teenagers are discovering bands they'd never find in a record store. Is this piracy or the future of distribution?
Your away message is your billboard to the world — 140 characters of lyric, emotion, or deliberate crypticism aimed at one person who may or may not be online. We are all performing for empty chat windows.
Everyone says it'll crash. Everyone said the same about electricity, the telephone, television. This time it's different — it's always different — but what if it actually is? Pets.com has a sock puppet mascot and $82M in venture funding. What are we doing.
Installing Quake took an afternoon, three restarts, and a prayer to the IRQ gods. I'm told there's a device called a DVD. I'm told broadband is coming. I'm told I'll eventually be able to watch video on this machine. I'll believe it when I see it buffer.