1999 Products Inc.

It's 1999:

The world teeters on the precipice of a new millennium, a cocktail of anticipation and trepidation swirling through the zeitgeist. Y2K anxieties have seized the collective consciousness, as doomsday prophets and frantic technocrats scramble to exorcize the specter of a digital apocalypse. The internet, still in its primitive form, croaks to life through the cacophony of dial-up tones, while AOL chat rooms offer a curious window into the anonymity and artifice of online discourse, fostering a burgeoning culture of sardonic commentary and digital nihilism.

The cinematic landscape is ablaze with The Matrix, a film whose ambitious philosophy and revolutionary "bullet time" effects hold up a mirror to a generation uncertain of reality’s fabric. Meanwhile, the cultural scene is dominated by the saccharine strains of Britney Spears, whose debut album, ...Baby One More Time, has turned her into a teenage Venus. Her infectious melodies and provocative schoolgirl imagery have made her an emblem of late-20th-century pop excess, even as the world remains uncertain about what the new millennium holds.

On playgrounds and in living rooms, a new wave of consumer obsession thrives—plastic, pixelated totems that define childhood. Furby, with its unblinking eyes and unsettling babble, becomes the toy everyone desires but no one quite trusts. Tamagotchis demand constant attention, their digital lives a microcosm of mortality, as kids learn to care for—or kill—their virtual pets. And then, of course, there is Pokémon, a phenomenon that transcends mere collectible card games, spawning a cult of obsessive catalogers and battle strategists. As children trade their holographic Charizards, they are perhaps unknowingly participating in a ritual as earnest as it is absurd, a sign of the times as playful escapism mingles with a generation's burgeoning skepticism. The world stands on the edge of change, yet its inhabitants, in their sardonic detachment, can only smirk at the uncertainty of it all.

1999 Products Inc. makes applications and sells products that capture the light-hearted joie de vivre of not knowing whether Y2K would bring certain destruction to us all. We don't take things seriously because that's what your boss is for.