As the calendar slouches toward the big triple zero, the prudent citizen reviews options: 1) ascend a barren hillside and wait for the world and the millennium hype to end; 2) turn on a computer and watch its date-bollixed software seize up; 3) agree with the grumps who point out that since there was no year zero, the millennium will not crash down on our heads till 2001; or 4) agree with the Chinese, who point out that this year's date is 4635, so why worry?
But this is shallow thinking. Why not write a millennium novel? Or duct-tape the millennium...
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