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itsnotmymind ([personal profile] itsnotmymind) wrote2018-11-11 05:24 pm
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Y2K

I stumbled on this conversation on Tumblr, and it made me think of my own stories about Y2K.

My dad works in computers, and he was able to reassure my sister and me that the world was not really ending. Unlink the parents of some of the people in the linked discussion, he didn't work to prevent the Y2K catastrophy: he avoided that kind of work because he was worried he would be laid off once the crisis was passed.

The funniest Y2K story I know is about my grandfather. Convinced the apocalypse was coming, dismissing his son's reassurances, he hoarded bottled water. In 1999, a hurricane passed through my grandparents' area. My grandparents had to boil all their water.

"It's a good thing you have all that bottled water stored in the basement," my father said.

"That's for Y2K!" my grandfather retorted, and refused to use it.

A little over a decade later, my aunt was visiting my grandparents. She and my father spoke on the phone, and he told her the Y2K water story.

"Oh, that's what all that water in the basement is for!" my aunt said.

[identity profile] rogueslayer452.livejournal.com 2018-11-12 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
I never understood the Y2K scare, and I lived through it. I was a preteen at the time, but I kinda figured that it wasn't really that big of a deal. The only thing I remember was on New Years Eve when it was counting down to midnight, once it did and nothing happened, I just shrugged and went to bed. It wasn't much of a concern to us as other people, it seemed.

[identity profile] itsnotmymind.livejournal.com 2018-11-12 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
What I remember most about the new year itself is our cat came screaming at our bedroom window - he could jump from a tree to the little bit of roof and scream to be let in at our bedroom window. But my sister didn't want to let him in through the window, so we went outside and called him down. Normally he would come down fast, but that evening there were fireworks and firecrackers for new years and he was scared. We spent several minutes outside in the snow trying to lure him down.

Aside from my grandfather I don't remember anyone I know being much concerned about it. It was just one of those regular apocalypses that never actually happens. I remember the neighbor girl wondering if anyone would read all the books about it after the non-existent passed, and my mother reassured her that some college student would do their thesis on it :)