This is the guestbook that I kept at GeoCities, before the bombardment of ads there sent me fleeing into the night. And given the state of my life, it may be a while before I can get to it. So this is just a historical document, a doomsday book for the new millennium. You can read, but you can't touch.
People talk a lot.
Most of the time, I don't mind that. One of the strangest conversations I ever overheard was in a cheap pizza joint in Jersey City, and involved two teenage boys, an uncle, the police, and a pizza oven. I like to listen. Of course, at present, as I set this guestbook up, all I hear are empty, echoing corridors, like a PBS station that didn't get funding, or possibly my mind on the day after a Worldcon. With any luck, here are some things that people who got here before you had to say.