... for the worst. Keep your head down and ignore the noise. The cultural noise level hasn't even BARELY begun to rise to where it's going to go. Ninety to one-hundred per cent of your preparations will be useful next year and beyond (of course!)

(Hey, Critt, Old Git, the Hungarian and Puddintame: thanks for the North Carolinian hospitality ....)

That's it. Not too exciting anymore, is it? Just plant the garden, complete your purchase of supplies, be affectionate to your loved ones and kick back emotionally for a couple of months.

-- BigDog (BigDog@duffer.com), April 28, 1999

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I'm sure I speak for the whole crew when I say the experience was our pleasure, BD.

I agree on the preps. Since the initial shock of realizing the fragility of this advanced society we live in, I have internalized a preparedness attitude so that it's second nature. I don't even have to think about it.

Now that I know what to buy and where to buy it, I can increase my supplies to cover just about any time period and it would only take me about one phone call and about three hours worth of driving.

Enjoy your summer.

-- Puddintame (achillesg@hotmail.com), April 28, 1999.

Hey, BD!

We have three beds turned now. Got neighbors interest, too.

Note: Big Dog's first order of business when he saw my backyard in the daylight was to grab a spade!!!

Definitely kicking back. Ought to be quite a ride, eh?

~C~

-- Critt Jarvis (middleground@critt.com), April 28, 1999.

Hey, Puddintame, I'm not totally going away (mainly so I can continue to be a pain in the butt to a few who post here ....)! However, I will be working mostly on the post-Y2K Intentional Technology thing.

BTW, regulars, if Old Git and the Hungarian had been made Y2K Czar by Slick, Y2K would be well on its way to a solution. I'm serious. Also, do not (I repeat, do not) get in their way, or at least don't get in the way of their cats.

-- BigDog (BigDog@duffer.com), April 28, 1999.

Took a large nap tonight, so have only just now seen your posts. Glad you arrived safely home, BigDog, uneventfully I hope. It was a shot in the arm for us all to get together, a delight to see you again Pud, and an equal delight to meet you BigDog. Both The H and I were astonished to realize over two and a half hours had slipped by so easily and pleasantly. With such a paucity of GIs around The Hungarian and myself, being able to dissect the subject in civilized surroundings (a business-class Holiday Inn cafe) with others of like mind gave us both renewed optimism that we just might handily survive whatever adversity presents itself.

Elucidating on the cats remark: The Hungarian (being a bit more Austro than Hungarian, I think) and I (being pompous British) expounded on responsibility. We said we believed that if, for instance, you took it upon yourself to bring a pet into the house, it was one's responsibility to properly feed, house and provide medical care for that animal--including its passage through Y2K. One shouldn't expect the government (or others) to clean up one's unwanted animal mess, just because it doesn't go with the new wallpaper. See? I hinted it would sound as if we wanted to build empires! The Hungarian, although tiny, is pretty damn formidable, isn't she?

Although we had been forewarned, it was still a bit of a knowing chuckle to run into Puddintame in the midst of vast Sam's, surrounded by 99% DGIs! Puddintame, we must to do breakfast again (or lunch) next time The Hungarian takes some time off work.

-- Old Git (anon@spamproblems.com), April 28, 1999.