1 day to Vegas.
so. after watching that insipid Y2K movie last night on NBC, it finally dawned on me. the Y2K bug has now morphed into something completely new. but old. I'll explain: it's a convenient media gift (with a delightfully evasive buzzword) that nurses all our twentieth-century fears - nuclear meltdown/fallout; airplane crashes; escaped convicts. if January 1st goes the way the movie dictates, all prison doors shall swing wide open, water pumps at nuclear power plants shall fail, babies shall die, and airplanes shall crash. the movie was really a thinly disguised nuclear-meltdown disaster movie, with one really beautiful explosion (the movie's budget must have been drained by the pyrotechnics, because it certainly wasn't spent on casting) saved toward the end. and you knew the movie was really a piece of ridiculous crap when you realized all the kids at the new year's eve rave were dewy and sober, and a kid in a van hacked into a VIP list at said rave. from his van. and I won't mention that they mis-spelled "Scandanavia" [sic] in a computer graphic, or had a character in the control room whose only lines were to cover the phone and shriek alarming statistics about the impending meltdown. anyway. back to my theory. there are really 2 Y2K bugs. one is cheerfully dressed by the media, and suggests that technology will suck the humanity out of our souls and bite us in the collective ass the first chance it gets. and the other Y2K bug is the one that keeps a few dba's and sysadmins a little closer to the office on January 1st.
