australopithecusrex:

phantomonabudget:

tamashiihiroka:

forloveofreason:

shananaomi:

jaybushman:

spytap:

ralfmaximus:

faisdm:

the-most-calamitous:

jibini:

top-lotad-breeder:

chocogoat:

what. why? someone pls explain to me pls i wasnt born yet in 1999 why turn computer off before midnight? what happen if u dont?

y2k lol everyone was like “the supervirus is gonna take over the world and ruin everything and end the world!!!”

This is the oldest I’ve ever felt. Right now.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU WEREN’T BORN YET IN 1999.

Ahh the Millenium bug.

It wasn’t a virus, it was an issue with how some old computers at the time were programmed to deal with dates. Basically some computers with older operating systems didn’t have anything in place to deal with the year reaching 99 and looping around to 00. It was believed that this inability to sync with the correct date would cause issues, and even crash entire systems the moment the date changed.

People flipped out about it, convinced that the date discrepancy between netwoked systems would bring down computers everywhere and shut down the internet and so all systems relying on computers, including plane navigation etc. would go down causing worldwide chaos. It was genuinely believed that people should all switch off computers to avoid this. One or two smart people spoke up and said “um hey, this actually will only effect a few very outdated computers and they’ll just display the wrong date, so it probably won’t be harmful” but were largely ignored because people selling books about the end of the world were talking louder.

In the end, absolutely nothing happened.

Oh gosh.

I’ve been a programmer working for various government agencies since the early 1990s and I can say with some confidence:

NOTHING HAPPENED BECAUSE WE WORKED VERY HARD FIXING SHIT THAT MOST DEFINITELY WOULD HAVE BROKEN ON 1-JAN-2000.

One example I personally worked on: vaccination databases.

My contract was with the CDC to coordinate immunization registries — you know, kids’ vaccine histories. What they got, when they got it, and (most importantly) which vaccines they were due to get next and when. These were state-wide registries, containing millions of records each.

Most of these systems were designed in the 1970s and 1980s, and stored the child’s DOB year as only two digits. This means that — had we not fixed it — just about every child in all the databases I worked on would have SUDDENLY AGED OUT OF THE PROGRAM 1-JAN-2000.

In other words: these kids would suddenly be “too old” to receive critical vaccines.

Okay, so that’s not a nuke plant exploding or airplanes dropping from the sky. In fact, nothing obvious would have occurred come Jan 1st.

BUT

Without the software advising doctors when to give vaccinations, an entire generation’s immunity to things like measles, mumps, smallpox (etc) would have been compromised. And nobody would even know there was a problem for months — possibly years — after.

You think the fun & games caused by a few anti-vaxers is bad?

Imagine whole populations going unvaccinated by accident… one case of measles and the death toll might be measured in millions.

This is one example I KNOW to be true, because I was there.

I also know that in the years leading up to 2000 there were ad-hoc discussion groups (particularly alt.risk) of amazed programmers and project managers that uncovered year-2000 traps… and fixed them.

Quietly, without fanfare. 

In many cases because admitting there was a problem would have resulted in a lawsuit by angry customers. But mostly because it was our job to fix those design flaws before anyone was inconvenienced or hurt.

So, yeah… all that Y2K hysteria was for nothing, because programmers worked their asses off to make sure it was for nothing.

Bolding mine.

Absolutely true.  My Mom worked like crazy all throughout 1998 and 1999 on dozens of systems to avoid Y2K crashes. Nothing major happened because people worked to made sure it didn’t.

Now if we could just harness that concept for some of the other major issues facing us today.  

this meme came so far since i saw it this morning. god i love tumblr teaching tumblr about history.

As a young Sys Admin during Y2K, I can confirm that it was SRS BZNS.  I worked for a major pharmaceutical company at the time.  They spent millions of dollars on consultant and programmer hours, not to mention their own employees’ time, to fix all their in-house software as well as replace it with new systems.  Sys Admins like myself were continually deploying patches, updating firmware, and deploying new systems in the months leading up to Y2K.  Once that was done, though, the programmers went home and cashed their checks.

When the FATEFUL HOUR came along, it wasn’t just one hour.  For a global company with offices in dozens of countries, it was 24 hours of being alert and on-call.  I imagine that other large organizations had similar setups with entire IT departments working in shifts to monitor everything.  Everyone was on a hair trigger, too, so the slightest problem caused ALL HANDS ON DECK pages to go out.

Yes, we had pagers.

For hard numbers IDC’s 2006 calculation put the total US cost of remediation, before and after, at $147 billion – that’s in 1999 dollars.  That paid for an army of programmers, including calling up retired grandparents from the senior center because COBOL and FORTRAN apps from the ‘60s needed fixing.

Also note that there were some problems, including $13 billion in remediation included in the figure above.  Some of these involved nuclear power plants, medical equipment, and “a customer at a New York State video rental store had a bill for $91,250, the cost of renting the movie ‘The General’s Daughter’ for 100 years.”

Y2K was anything but nothing.

Reblogging because this is a side to the story I had never heard.

Yes, but also there are people who weren’t born yet in 1999 and they’re old enough to be on the internet.

Everything about this is just….wow.

lifelinebooks:

Heartwarming Library Story

THIS IS NOT MY STORY. I HAVE PERMISSION TO POST IT HERE.

Once upon a time, in a library that shall remain nameless to protect the guilty…

There was an older gentleman who used to come in every week faithfully.  He would come into the Library while his wife remained outside in the car.  Rain or shine, freezing or sweltering, she would stay in the car.  The staff learned that he was there specifically to pick up books for her – so they asked why she didn’t come into the library to choose her own materials.

“Oh, no,” he said.  “You see, my wife has Alzheimer’s and she has terrible social anxiety.  The only way she will leave the house at all is with her little dog.  He’s not a registered Service Dog, so we can’t bring him into a government building. But she simply can’t come in without him.  You know, the Library used to be her favorite place. She came here every week for years.  But don’t worry – she doesn’t mind.  Just being at the library building helps, and it gets her out of the house.”

This level of inclusion was, understandably, intolerable to the Library staff.  They were prepared to stage a revolt, if the Director hadn’t been as perturbed as they were.

So, the Director wracked her brain, consulted her colleagues, and finally came up with a solution – they would buy a dog vest and keep it behind the circulation desk.  When the lady and her dog came in, he would be deputized as a Reading Buddy – they would sew a patch on his vest and everything.  Friends of the Library got word of it and promptly bought the vest.  In colors to match the library’s color scheme.  And the dog’s name embroidered on it.

When the gentleman came to the library, the circulation person explained to him that they had found a way to get the dog in.  He went and got his wife, coaxing her to come in and explaining that she could have her little dog right by her side, in her purse, wherever she wanted him.  The dog was vested, the lady teared up… there may have been a small puddly-type accident from the dog, he was so tickled, and the Director was grateful she had chosen to invest in tile during the last renovation.  And so Charlie the Reading Buddy was added to the library staff.  And every week that couple came in, together, both happy that she could be in her favorite place again, and that Charlie could stay by her side as she perused the Romances and pondered the Audiobooks.

And this, dear readers, is why I work in a small-town library where we get to know our patrons and we do good service according to their needs. Even if that means we don’t adhere rigidly to every policy every time.

-C.G.

Thank you for reading. This story made me tear up and gave my heart warm fuzzy feelings. I hope it made you feel good inside too.

penny-anna:

dumbthinmint:

ms-demeanor:

ms-demeanor:

ms-demeanor:

ms-demeanor:

ms-demeanor:

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

uhtcearemorning:

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

tehri:

penny-anna:

tehri:

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

also consider: LOTR but hobbits have Tapeta Lucidum

Boromir gets the fright of his life their first night on the road

Boromir: *glances over his shoulder* ??!!!!???!!

Hobbits:

Hobbits: what

i will never get over that you used an image of raccoons for this purpose because it is incredibly accurate

LOTR au but instead of hobbits literally raccoons

Gandalf: well this raccoon found the ring and has been carrying it around. unfortunately we can’t take it off him or he gets very bite-y. so I figure, the raccoon is the ringbearer now

Elrond: what are those other three raccoons doing here

Gandalf: he brought his buddies. I call this one ‘Merry’

TRASH PANDA HOBBITS

@auraboo THE LEGACY OF FATTY MCFAT LIVES ON

Aragorn: *watching Frodo & Sam scamper off in the direction of Mordor* our hopes lie with those raccoons now

Legolas: do they… know where they are going

Aragorn: I sure hope so

Faramir: father why is this raccoon in the livery of the citadel

Denethor: haha doesn’t he look precious

Elfhelm: Dernhelm, is that a raccoon in your bag?

Dernhelm: *sweating nervously* Uh no, sir.

Eowyn, later: And I said no, you know, like a liar.

Denethor: WHY did you let a raccoon go off with the Ring??

Faramir: ….it just seemed like the right thing to do

Gandalf: he scratched you up real good huh

Faramir: ……………gouged my FUCKING arm and bit me on my face

Witch King: no living man can kill me – AUGH FUCK, RACCOON, RACCOON ON MY LEG ARGHHHH

Eowyn: *stab*

Wraiths break into the room at the prancing pony: *UnHoLy ScReEcHiNg*

Trash Panda Hobbits:

Wraiths: Oh, what the fuck, whAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!

Treebeard: Baroom, humm, where are my small, impatient friends?

Merry and Pippin:

Don’t go where I can’t follow, Mr. Frodo.

~~~~~~The Hobbit interlude~~~~~~

Thorin:
You’re the burgular.Go on and…burgle something!
Bilbo:

Saruman: Well since some fucking TREES took over Isengard I guess I’ll take over The Shire.
Farmer Maggot and ever other Halfling down to the Sacksville-Bagginses:

… there are five pairs of eyes in the first picture

Who’s the fifth hobbit behind the four boromir is looking at

That’s gollum

Obvs

dduane:

avari20:

striving-artist:

We need a name for the shock-trauma that comes from reading a long fic, chapter after chapter, barely pausing to eat let alone pay attention to what chapter you’re on, and then scrolling down to click a button that isn’t there. There needs to be a word for the way all of the emotions you’ve been carrying that were hurtling forward with you as you read non stop, suddenly crash into a wall around you. There needs to be a word for the way you’re abruptly unbalanced and lost. There needs to be a word for how you futilely attempt to refresh the page, even though you know the next chapter won’t appear. 

There needs to be a word for this dammit. 

And I have a suggestion:

WiP-lash

YOU PUNNY BASTARD

Ow.

stillgaystilltrash:

i just ‘came out’ to my 10yo nephew and i was trying to do it with kids terms, as one does with a child

after listening to me thoughtfully and carefully, this kid fucking turns around, looks me straight in the eyes and just says “Aunt Ness, what you’re telling me is that you’re a lesbian”