So I got this wild hair last Tuesday to dig up what my horoscope actually meant way back in 1998. Pulled out an ancient laptop I haven’t booted since like 2010, and guess what? Battery’s totally dead. Plugged it in anyway while praying to the tech gods.
The Setup Struggle
Fired up the dusty thing after twenty minutes of loud fan noises. First mission: track down some legit 1998 zodiac data. Started googling, but everything looked shady – like those spammy sites trying to sell you “rare crystals”. Almost gave up until I remembered the Wayback Machine.
- Punched in astrology magazine names from the 90s – Astro Digest, Celestial Quarterly, all that jazz.
- Sorted through like 50 broken archive pages before finding snapshots that actually loaded.
- Copied planet positions into Notepad like a madman, squinting at tiny text on that crusty screen.
Connecting the Star Dots
My Gemini self got overwhelmed FAST. Planets were doing crazy dances back then that I didn’t understand. So I grabbed a massive notebook my kid uses for school art and started scribbling:
- Drew a huge circle with my terrible handwriting labeling all 12 signs.
- Marked where Jupiter was hanging out in Pisces that year (found out it stayed there MONTHS).
- Scratched down notes about Saturn being in Taurus, which apparently meant money stuff got super strict.
My coffee went cold twice while flipping pages like a detective. Stumbled on Pluto messing with Sagittarius – kept seeing phrases like “generational transformation” popping up.
The Lightbulb Moment
Right when my phone almost died from Spotify streaming, I realized WHY nobody understood what their sign meant that year. It wasn’t about daily horoscopes at all! The big planets were throwing long-term cosmic messages:
- Jupiter in Pisces – kept seeing “idealism” and “sacrifice” everywhere. Made me remember how my aunt quit her job to paint that year.
- Uranus in Aquarius – tech explosions! Think dial-up internet noises and clunky cellphones suddenly multiplying.
- That intense Saturn-Pluto tension – suddenly every 90s economic crash headline made sense.
Thing is, your sun sign alone meant nothing in 1998. The real story was how Saturn pressure-cooked your career house while Neptune drowned your relationship corner in confusion. Wound up screaming “OH!” in my empty kitchen at 1AM because 1997’s predictions finally clicked years too late.
Anyway that’s my mess. Notebook’s ruined, laptop smells like burnt dust, but hey – at least Mercury wasn’t retrograde while I did this madness.