Thank fuck the 90�s are almost over. Soon the slicing of culture into
bite sized decades will be a memory. That obsession is the only
memorable attribute of the 90�s�Ten years of regurgitation. We�ve been
through the 50�s revival in the 80�s, and the 90�s have milked the 60�s
and 70�s to banality. Seems like we�re trying to pile through the 80�s
before we hit the Millennium. I hope they pull it off, get the sorry
fucker over with.

We�d better get over our nostalgic bullshit before the big double M
hits � the pace is about to juice faster than any human drummer could
keep up with.

Perhaps not - but people are, and believe me, What People Expect is a
motherfucker of a shaper.

Who can dream what ravenous dogs are waiting to feast on the corpse of
a world�s failed expectations? Not me, but I can compare � check the
nineteen double o�s � the car, plane, phone � talk about ravenous dogs.
And that�s just the Turn of the Sen-choo-ree, sounds like some kind of
lame tourist event. But the new Millennium? That�s the kind of language
Sam Coleridge would have used if been in advertising. The MILLENNIUM.
Shit, I�d buy it, and I don�t even know what it is.

I just hope I can afford the bastard. I�m not talking finance, I�m
talking about Sanity.

Listen, our communications systems � interconnectedness � Information
Age juggernaut isn�t just about being able to call grandma in Australia,
or to get gardening tips off the net. The bitch is a massive neural
network- human brains crudely wired together to form a brain so complex
and all encompassing that no single human, group, nation, could ever
understand what it is or does or predict its actions � could ever relate
to what it produces.

Now, when double M comes and gets rolling, and you�re still stuck back
where life was �look at me! I�m a cool, crazy monkey, and love is real�
� it wont be long before you are no longer Sane � no longer a cell in
the neural network � just a cancerous cell, foreign and dangerous.