March 1st, 1999
Derek, your host with the most speaking up from the lovely confines of the Derek bunker located somewhere in the midst of the Sunshine State. I am now happy to report that Freakylinks is Y2K compliant.
Well maybe it is, if you log on next year and there's nothing here but some static then you know what happened. Lan assures me that we are in no danger of falling victim but I'm a pessimist at heart and will believe it when I see it (or don't see it).
Lan is convinced that the whole Y2K thing is overblown. That's it's a knee-jerk reaction to the new millennium coming. She pointed out that peasants in 999 AD saw all these portents in the sky and they were also sure that the world was going to end. I pointed out that we run a web site looking for the same kinda stuff that those peasants were afraid of.
Speaking of the web goddess, she's a driving out to see relatives in that big ole' state of Texas tomorrow. Once again I am left holding the proverbial bag here at the web site. If this thing goes down you have no one to blame but her. With all the time Jason spends flirting with Lan you would think he would have picked up a thing or two about this web page but nope, his idea of fixing things is to hit them with a hammer. If it's a real big problem he hits things with a bigger hammer. Rather simplistic I think, but it gets him through life.
What's up in your neck of the woods? E-mails slowed down for a bit last week so I was figuring that everyone was taking a break from me and my zoo of the odd. That's wrong. You shouldn't do that. You should be involved with me and mine 24 hours a day buck-o. I'm here for ya. I feel your pain. I understand your troubles. Don't go hiding your light under a bushel. Bring it on over to Freakylinks and let me hold it up for public ridicule. Nuff said?
Derek "now with kung fu grip" Barnes