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12-12-99: I almost published my column tonight, except Geocities Pagebuilder trashed it. Imagine something written by Dostoevsky during a seizure and you'll get an idea of what it looked like.
12-23-99: I finally published a fresh one, kids. This column could bum out Frank Capra. Keep your Prozac nearby.
1-11-00: I was planning on writing an insightful piece about the Y2K scare kamakazeing into the millennial bug zapper. Instead, I wrote about my vision for a perfect society. Well, perfect for me anyway, And isn't that what matters most?
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