THE COMPUTER ORGY IN DEN BOSCH - JULY 10TH 1988
In this part, the last day of the Den Bosch Computer Orgy is
covered. Just read on and beware for red ears...
It is Sunday morning, the sun shines beautifully and the air is
colored in a terrific blue. The birds (including the pigeons) are
singing outside, and Stefan is at this very moment in the stages
of awaking while I type these characters. Good morning! I have
slept wonderfully, and I understand Stefan has, too. The first
thing he now does is grabbing the "Virus" packaging and making
eating gestures. Well, it MUST be frustrating to have a game at
your availability that DOES NOT WORK. Well, that's the problem
with those advanced disk protection schemes nowadays: They even
work when they shouldn't work, if you get my drift.
OK. What will we do today? (Stefan just made a sign as if to pour
some more Vieux - don't blame him, he's still recouping from last
night) "Synth Sample V" will be made ready, and therefore we have
time until the last train leaves tonight - at about 23:30. By the
way: Both our hands still smell like the Mama Mia crisps we had
yesterday afternoon. The smell is gruesome (if you ever eat 'em -
eat 'em with knife and fork!).
I don't think Stefan will be able to do some writing right now
(but then again: He might do it, anyway). We'll see. But I have
had my saying for this time of the morning. See ya in a moment!!
Stefan seems to be gettin' hooked to "Virus". The first level is
already very difficult, and he is cursing as he once more dies.
It seems to be pretty addictive, though.
Yawn. Where am I? What am I? WHY am I?
The usual assorted questions I mumble to myself when I am trying
to get up. Sleep is everywhere. In my head, my eyes, my mouth and
other various parts of my body. I just had a go at Virus and I
must say it is gruesomely difficult. I have severe problems
getting where I want to get, and when I finally get there, the
reason why I wanted to go there is long gone and leaves me flying
around helplessly. Also, those homing aliens are too difficult to
evade. 3D games are OK, but they shouldn't push me. Maybe some
more training. But then, it does not work on my disk drive. But I
am not going to get frustrated anymore. No way.
We just found a few minor 'bugs' in ST NEWS: "July" was spelled
as "juli" and Stefan's HD backup routine formatted regular disks
instead of disks that were immune for the current bootsector
viruses. So I booted up "Michtron Disk Utilities" and changed the
necessary four bytes.
We are now making backups of ST NEWS, and Stefan is starting on
"Synth Sample V". We just heard Belinda Carlisle on the radio, so
we realised we had a name to add to the 'abnormal' (or 'sexist')
greetings in "Synth Sample V".
Stefan has been interrupted during the music codeing - breakfast!
OK. Breakfast is down, I feel good, I just went outside, looked
into the sun and created some nasal explosions loud enough to
wake up entire Den Bosch North and right now I am getting ready
to get dressed and do some heavy codeing!
The music is now almost ready - it was quite difficult to convert
Holger's executable program file into a piece of memory to be
loaded on a specific address. We have checked the musical pieces,
checked the hertz values and done some transpose effect
experiments. So the actual machine code programming is now going
to take place (it WAS about time).
Stefan is now really gettin' the hang of it ...codeing ...
crunching... we all have great ideas now, and some fanatic shouts
are becoming audible more and more here... The Dire Straits'
"Love over Gold" is adding the atmospheric musical dimensions...
YEAH! The Best Song Ever ('Telegraph road' .. Dire Straits) is
now blasting away and my head is pregnant with ideas. I am going
to DO it.
'Private Investigations' start playing and Richard pumps up the
volume to -25 dB. He is now busy with Degas to design a loader
picture for Synth Sample V. When he is finished, I will write the
loader code. Richard pumps the volume up even more to -20 dB and
the basses start vibrating the inner parts of my body. It sounds
GREAT! I just got the idea to make the .. my mother comes in and
asks me to turn down the volume because the windows downstairs
are vibrating ..whole thing auto-booting. Why not?
Better have a look a Richard's attempts to handle Degas. There
are some lines on the screen, and now and then some funny sounds
emerge from his being.
Remember I told you last night about the mouse that started
acting drunk? It was not the alcoholic influences that made it
waggle a bit. No. We opened it after becoming very annoyed and a
load of dust, hamster-droppings, alien artifacts and other fluff
came out. We also cleaned the rollers and it worked great! But as
soon as we put the top on it, the waggling returned! RAAH! So
Richard is now working with an opened mouse, probably the
strangest rodent on earth right now.
By the way, the picture is becoming quite special, with shadows
and the lot. The bag of 'drink-nuts' has been opened and Dire
Straits' first album (called Dire Straits) is smoothly playing,
and currently the last notes are fading away.
That animal Stefan is absorbing those 'drinknuts' like he's
famished! There barely were any left when I looked just now, and
I only had so few (weep, weep). At the moment, we're designing
the title pic, and you will notice (when you see "Synth Sample
V") what is possible with simple standard GEM fills and some
custom characters (as well as the standard ST font and some
creativity!). The Dire Straits have stopped playing, and the
tuner is now playing some older 'hits'. Gosh, I didn't know our
ancestors had such a lousy taste!
Richard is busy fiddling with pixels on the title pic, while I
went downstairs and got some cool drinks. The radio is playing, I
make some comments on Richard's artwork. We are getting along.
We just found a great way to greatly improve the small text in
the intro picture. Just take yellow, outline it with black and it
AAAAAHHHHHHHHH! We just outlined all the letters of the intro
picture using the unique 'outline' option of Degas and is it
FABULOUS! A very impressive piece of art, created by two non-
artistic computer junkies! YEAH!!!!
We just put on Jarre's 'Equinoxe' to stimulate our creative minds
even more. Goosebumps run down my spine when I hear the heavenly
synthesizer sounds in full stereo, all around me.
I have just finished the graphics of the front picture and I must
admit that they are just excellent (about just as excellent
graphics-wise as Jean Michel Jarre's magic sounds are music-
wise). So next thing we will do is design the actual demo screen.
It has to have three semi-planes in depth, so that it allows the
scrolling text effects (crystal scroll, etc.) to be clearly
visible. As we see it now, there will be no rasters (sorry, TEX-
Stefan's eyes are now glowing with peculiar eagerness and
enthusiasm as he says he has a great idea for a 'hi-tech'
background for the demo menu screen. I KNOW we will not look like
any of Erik's drawings (the graphics man from TEX), but we will
try to come a little bit near to it (although we're not that good
at round forms and things like that). Anyway, it looks like we're
a bit behind on schedule. After these pictures (which will
probably be finished around five or six 'o clock) we will have to
do the codeing and Stefan's thinking about making a bootsector
Someone called Peter just came into Stefan's little room. Stefan
hinted that he can draw very well, so who'll know.
We are now complete freakin' out, and dreaming about VU-metres
(moving ones, on the screen), fantastic scrolling and everything
our spoilt minds come up with... But WHAT will we actually be
able to achieve on our poor ST with our limited programming
Did I say we were freakin' out? Well, it's now ever worse, and
we're momentarily speaking of three different-speed scrollings,
etc. The glares in Stefan's eyes are now wide alight and bathing
the room in light of enthusiasm. Well, I have to quit again,
because I will try to make our dear master programmer even MORE
enthusiastic than he already is...
Sorry folks, but the strain is too much. My poor brains
hopelessly tried to cope with the logic of a multi-plane scroll
and they lost track somewhere. Since this demo has to be finished
today, the idea of a multi-speed scrolling is abandoned. We will
create a normal, 'Small Demo'-fashioned backdrop and forget about
the rest. I will now dedicate myself to the supervision of
Richard's artistic escapades.
Before I put some of my own perhaps weird ideas about this whole
project on "paper", I like to say just one word in the course of
courtesy to the readers: Hello. While Richard and Stefan
'himself' are shouting out loud about their new graphic design
they worked up in their still sober heads, and currently is
appearing on that poor overworked monitor, I am being asked to
write some more junk in this file. But what can I say that still
is original? I mean, all the ideas I can make up they have
already used (I know, they are mainly made out of pervert
suggestions and foul language, but that's what people want to
hear, be honest). Anyway, one look out of the corner of my eye
tells me that both youngsters (har, har) are working very
silently on the demo, the low decibel level of their voices among
other things tells me that it is working. And I'm glad it's
working! Because to get something to drink from an angry Stefan
is very hard! I can tell!
Anyway, I hope you appreciate my comment on business here and
maybe I will be back for more. Howdy!
On this very moment Stefan and Richard are battling about their
not commonly shared view anymore of the demo program and I wonder
if this is the right time to leave for I feel I am too young to
die (22). Perhaps they shouldn't have asked me to express my
feelings; I'm getting the hang of it now and it takes a very
convincing young, beautiful, sexy and willing lady to leave this
keyboard unoccupied. Sorry if my deepest feelings are too rude
for you, you can always play Dungeon Master, Virus or Corruption,
or another not previewed by this magazine (read:boring) computer
game. Speaking of reading this magazine: Haven't you got anything
better to do than stare at this screen and poking into your
nostrils with your thumb? While I am writing this Stefan has put
in a tape of Blowfly, a master in X-rated bullshit and foul
language is filling his tiny room and the backyard where his
parents are currently staying. I wonder if they appreciate terms
such as: bleep, pleep, deep, cleep, cleeck, feeck, eess, bleep
(that's censored, ED).
Hm... Blowfly is gettin' pretty serious on Stefan's amp! Well,
anyway, after a VERY long time, the second picture is read. And
we're twenty minutes ahead of schedule (well, MY schedule at
least). It took a very long time to draw all those bleedin'
(sorry, girls) arches and stuff. I even felt very depressed a
while back, when it still didn't look like anything. But now it's
ready. "Synth Sample V" has to be ready by about 23:00 hours!!
The first Vieux of today...
Suddenly, everything seems to bomb out on us. Isn't that strange?
These are the nasty aspects of being a programmer.
Stefan Quote: "I love it, I love it, I get the hang of this
Stefan quote: "Grrrooowwwwwl!". Various other sounds emerge from
his lips that are only made by animals of prey or drunks. Apart
from this 'stunning' experience, Stefan's mother surprises us
with a complete dinner arrangement, namely French fries by
Peter's gone now, to fetch us some of the very necessary
nourishment we need to outlive the coming evening of very heavy
programming (well, you can't live on drinks alone). Stefan is
doing some desperate programming right now. Once that's ready,
the whole thing only needs to be boot-sectored and coded. Unlike
earlier envisionments, "Synth Sample V" will definitely only work
on low resolution and not in monochrome modes (sorry Holger - I
know you did extra work for it, but alas...). We will have to
intercept a monochrome run attempt and things like that - just so
that people see that we have THOUGHT about the program and not
just made it in a lost Sunday on a computer Orgy (we HAVE, but
don't note that).
It is quite silent in the room (except for Mr. Blowfly, of
course, as well as some U2 music that Melanie - Stefan's gorgeous
sister - seems to be playing) and Stefan's deep in thought,
typing fast and ready to expect everything coming at him. He
hasn't said a word since his mother asked him what he'd like to
eat, and an outsider would mistake him for being a meditator.
Well, my stomach is already aching a little and is urging for
some filling. I haven't had French fries for over...well... for
over a day. Anyway, I could eat that stuff every day until I
would die of lack of vitamins and similar stuff. This article
will probably be dedicated to the local French fries store here.
BURP! Back again. After seeing Richard completely stuff himself
with French Fries, we are now ready to throw down. We did not
have to do the dishes, so I can get on with the codeing right
away. Just put 'Anthrax' on and I will be ready!
Indeed, the silly excuse for a chair on which I am currently
resting my soft behind is bending because of my weight and I can
hardly type because of the music (Anthrax, again - very VERY
loud). Codeing can start right now and we WILL finish the demo
With the moody sounds of Anthrax jammin' on the background I sit
and wonder how in the name of -- human mankind could ever be able
to produce such ....sounds (I have to watch my talk because I've
just heard that this very magazine is very popular amongst this
world's population). Anyway, the two computer wizards are really
getting it on now, abusing the keyboard with their ever speed-
increasing fingers. Many loud burps are heard when the previously
stuffed junkfood is gliding down their innerts. Also cries of
triumph strain my hearing every time the music is pumped up in
means of decibels. And, it's hard to admit, but despite Anthrax
playing, I feel real good.
I am now getting really in the mood (but that might be because I
just had my 8th Vieux of this Computer Orgy). The music's great,
the atmosphere is great, the artwork we've done is excellent and
everything seems to go nicely. Only Stefan's cute little sister
(Melanie) is gone and that turns me down a tiny bit (well, she's
"spoken for" anyway). Aggravated cries of the ultimate hard-core
excitement now arise from the thick mists around Stefan -
"Tempus" has been rebooted and he's codeing like he's possessed
by some evil type of "Virus" (watch out: This 'joke' has a double
bottom that Stefan'll probably understand). This is just GREAT!
With Stefan sitting in front of the screen trying to get things
boosted up and Richard meditating like a Buddha - I mean he
really is miles away and I swear I haven't seen or smelled any
weed, coke or marihuana in Stefan's little room - the atmosphere
is climbing to a never before experienced peak in this little
suburban part of the big Apple Den Bosch. If this is the life of
a computer programmer I wish I had joined up whenever I had the
While Stefan is still writing like hell, Peter and yours truly
are playing miscellaneous individuals of his maxi-single
collection (which is impressive - it needs to be said). Now,
we're playing "Can I Play with Madness" (Iron Maiden, of course),
and we already have "Paid in Full" (Erik B. and Rakim) ready to
throw on the pickup. Well, what we're doing here is called
"beasting" in Dutch, and I'm not yet sure whether this term is
actually right to be used in the honourable English dialect.
Well, who cares when he's in this fantastic mood?!
With a maxi single which lasts about three minutes you'd have a
better value for money if you'd bought a plain and ordinary 7
inch single. At least there are two more exciting numbers on the
B-side. My concentration is being a little disturbed when Stefan
suddenly - without a proper warning - turns the knob on his amp
to 'tuner' and the sounds of the Belgian National pride (BRT
actually) welcome us all in the place to be. It's a shame you
can't all be here, but that's why we are making up this file
(hang on, we still have a lot more spare time).
Because Stefan is still codeing (as he's expected to do), I have
time to be bored. So I went to their lavatory (I needed to go
anyway - to drain some of the French fries already?). It is one
of those typical post-seventies loos with cute cards on the wall,
a birthday calendar (I found out that someone called Marjo
celebrates her birthday today) and an awful picture of a Bird
Spider (terrifyingly realistic). After having done there what I
wanted to do (and came to do), I am afraid I DID leave some
things we call "tire tracks" in Holland. Anyway. I'm up here
again, listening to the B-side of the Iron Maiden maxi-single
("Paid in Full" is due soon). "What's all this wailing?!" Peter
asks when he hears all the talking on the B-side I mentioned just
now. Well, to be honest: I wouldn't know what to answer him. It
doesn't sound like Iron Maiden for a single tiny single bitty
fragment! (Not even a very small one of those) Well.....they are
momentarily quitting the nonsense and have just started a cover
of Thin Lizzy's "Massacre" - very good, and I can almost see Phil
Lynott (may he R.I.P.) standing on the stage, performing the
song. It's great, and Bruce Dickinson (for the non-metallunatics:
He's the vocalist of Iron Maiden) also succeeds in reproducing
acceptable oral frequencies (he sometimes has problems with that,
you know). I'll stop now, or this article will exceed its planned
Stefan quote: "I"m just a stupid old...", and the rest we
couldn't decode, probably some kind of oral impression of the
"Massacre" bass-lines. Now - finally I might add - the sweet
tones of Eric B. and Rakim's "Paid in full" reach our ears and
Stefan is not getting things right on his computer, I believe.
The curtains are being opened by Richard and we are amazed to
glare into...daylight. For a moment Richard is concerned that the
deep basses of Stefan's mega stereo will mess up this file on the
Olivetti, but personally I think it will stand up to the test. I
mean, it stands here in the midst of a computer orgy and it still
works (I always thought Olivetti was a good brand). Richard urges
me to quit so he can fill up the rest of this file with the
things that still bother him (this is a hell of a lot better than
a punching bag, you should try it).
I feel overcome with grief, remorse and selfpity as I spilled
some of the precious Vieux on Stefan's "ST Intern" (on the last
page on which the system variables are listed, as a matter of
fact). He cursed a bit and went on - singing with "Paid in Full"
and debugging, programming, etc.
The earth shook, the record flew off the record player, tiny
pieces of the ceiling came down and the neighbours suddenly
looked up whether some F-16 fighter plane had just crashed within
the immediate vicinity. To significant relief, it 'just' was
Peter letting a giant burst of sneezing come forth from his oral
Ooof. It nearly made me think the ultimate holocaust had started,
in which case none of you would ever have the pleasure (?!) of
reading this article...
Easy listening....the "Femme Fatales" are in French bringing some
cosy music to us now. But I will stop writing now again, since I
write much too much. By the way, the maxi single has something to
do with "couchez avec moi" and "je t'aime". Do you know what that
means? I don't, of course (I was raised in a cotton field).
I wonder what it is that alcoholic fluids make it a lot more
easier for a person to express his feelings. Would it be better
if I joined up and took a beer also? The text of "Femme Fatale"
is currently going on with "Oh francois" and "plus forte, plus
forte", whatever that may be. Well, us farmboys don't know
anything about that, do we?
After getting my beer I feel quite relaaaaxed now. The reason for
writing another piece of 'artwork' for ST NEWS is: I love it! I
watched Richard and Stefan and I have seen the pieces they wrote
and I have discovered: It doesn't matter what you write, as long
as it's fun and you don't offend too much of our respected
readers (my inspiration is lost somewhere between the first three
lines so I have to sip from my beer). The deadline for the demo
is around 11 o'clock because we don't want Richard running after
a leaving train carrying a deadheavy Olivetti M21 and other
personal belongings like computer games, empty diskettes, empty
vieuxbottles (quote Richard: BURP!) and a toothbrush, do we?
(Hmmm...I like to think again about this last line..)
Just a small remark: The Olivetti isn't mine.
I just agreed to bring Richard (the beer is doing its work real
well now) to the train station in my Alpine powered limosine. The
demo is running quite well, except for the parts that Richard has
manufactured, because he thought that 'A' was ASCII-code number
65 instead of 64. So it's all screwed up, let's pack it in guys
and arrange another computer orgy (read: gimme some more of this
Stefan is currently experiencing problems talking in normal
words, since he's been seeing mnemonics for too long a time.
"Synth Sample V" is now really beginning to run as it should - it
saw scrolling with proper characters, I heard music and the right
branch instructions were added.... Just a minute.... Stefan said
I had to look because the thing actually appears to WORK! Well,
on second sight, there is a small 'shudder' in the text
sometimes, and there's one code being converted wrongly. Pity.
I finally managed to rip my fingers off the keyboard and get to
do some typing. This has been long .. MOVE.L $FF8100,D0 .. Sorry,
some post-mnemonic traumas are currently .. SWAP D1 ..
manifesting themselves. Better sprinkle some cold water over my
weary face and try to get Richard off the keyboard and do some
boot-sector codeing. See ya all in .. one never can tell the
While Richard is still hammering his fingers and other parts of
his body on the keyboard Stefan goes to the bathroom and...comes
back again. I think he went to do what he earlier suggested: Cool
off his overheated and not far away from a melt-down brains. He
takes a deep breath of fresh smell and pushes aside Richard to go
on codeing again. The scrolling text is not totally satisfactory
yet, but then again, life isn't either. We'll climb out of this
minor (read: major) setback. Richard is going to wash his mouth
he says, and I think this is being called for after the proper
English language he has abused. He obviously has the best manners
of us all because we did also use foul language. Does this glare
in Richard's eyes mean that he is waiting for a turn to fill up
this file? We will know in a short while.
No, Peter (at least, not yet).
That's a shame!
After some initial setbacks and depressions, Stefan is getting in
the mood again. Some closer examination of his room reveals why
our dear master programmer is having these fits - on his shelves,
we found at least 9 empty bottles of Bacardi (NO joke!) as well
as empty packaging of Swiss ALCOHOLIC CHOCOLATE!! Well, I am
beginning to have different thoughts about this guy already now.
He used to be kinda nice, though.
R.I.P. My mouse has passed away. Poor little thing. When I move
it up, the cursor moves down and when I move it down, the cursor
does not move at all. I feel very sorry, because this mouse has
served me faithfully over the last year. Snif. Sentimental
feelings disturb my digitally moulded brains. WEEEEEEE!!!!
WEEEEEE!!! Streams of tears run down my face. I am going to bring
it to Elektronikaland next week and have it repaired or replaced.
Poor thing. I feel just like when I was twelve and my favourite
hamster died. Snif. Sob. Mutter.
Condolence cards can be sent to our correspondence address.
Heavily touched by the loss of his favourite item, next to a
filled bottle of Bacardi that is, Stefan draws back in a little
corner and sobs his heart out. With a sad look upon our face
Richard and I think about raising a charity fund for a new mouse
(we can't miss the money ourselves). But wait..do not send any
money, we know what an outstanding Computer Programmer makes a
year! Richard utters a word which I shan't convert to English,
because I think it's too rude. Apparently he feels depressed
about the fact that he has to leave in about three quarters of an
This computer orgy is slowly but steadily reaching its end now.
There is not much orgy left, I mean the booze, chips and women
(WHO said that???!) are long gone now. And what can three
'goodlooking' guys like us do in an orgy without women. (Please
send no suggestions, we know what you're gonna say and are
disgusted even with the very idea, thank you.) There is only a
small part of a working computer left. Atari is apparently also a
good brand. Quote Richard: "Uaaaaaaarrgg! I really DO get my
doubts about that last bottle of Vieux we've consumed. My throat
is acting real funny now!". Well, he wouldn't have to tell me, I
was there. So much for now.
It finally works. After some bug-swatting and other various
things programmers tend to do, it FINALLY works. But now I still
have to do the bootsector-code. Well, who gives a f...? Richard
is making the final adjustments to the 68K-large scrolling
message and Peter is sitting next to me with a gazy glare in his
eyes staring at the little screen of this Olivetti, apparently
hypnotized by the ever blinking cursor. He laughs a little when
he reads this, but he does not protest mentally or physically so
I think I am telling you the truth. Richard starts bragging about
time running out and abandoning the bootsector idea. Well, I'm
prepared to do it. So let's see.....
Stefan shouts: "OK!" Now, only the loader needs to be written and
then everything will be FINITO! I will start packing my things
already (pyjamas, books, cassettes and various other stuff). Yes,
time is running out and the bootsector idea...well, it was nice
but there's no time. By the way: The scrolling text is about 72
Kb in length, and not the 68 Kb Stefan mentioned above.
While Richard is packing his stuff which is at the moment still
spread across the room's floor, I like to express my sincerest
thanks to the guys who made this all possible: Stefan Posthuma
and Richard Karsmakers of ST NEWS, and of course my greetings to
all the readers of this magazine throughout the world. It seems
that the demo program is almost ready and running, Stefan is
sniffing (and there is no sun?!?) and Richard is playing with
Stefan's stereo, pushing various knobs and buttons simultaneously
and then taking one step back to wait for the consequent effects
of his wild efforts. Well, this was all I had to say, I hope I
haven't bored you. If this is the case, you won't find my address
listed here, fortunately. And I'm sorry I haven't bought an Atari
instead of a PC. Greetings programs....
My bus is leaving for Den Bosch station in a couple of minutes,
but Stefan is still groaning and moaning. So I'll miss it. But,
fortunately, Peter offered to take me to the station instead (and
even to Eindhoven?!). Although he has a PC, he's still a swell
guy I suppose (anyway, his English is quite creative, too). OK. I
suppose I won't be writing much more this night. Tada!
Alas! "Synth Sample V" will NOT be ready. Stefan just got some
more bombs on the intro, and he's now drooling, nagging, cursing,
moaning, yawning and doing all other sorts of weird things that
programmers may or may not do when they are tired and have had a
hard day's work. So he will probably end the final small changes
to the intro tomorrow evening. It's a sad day in demo-history. He
just gave up (23:12). It's a black page for us all, and a piece
of memory we now all hate and want to forget, but about which we
will laugh heartily when it's all OVER. ?!! He just took his "ST
Intern" book again and started to code a bit again. I hear his
fingers tapping again, so he will probably have found the error
already. Will everything go OK now? It would be beyond my wildest
hopes. He lets us wait a bit more in suspense, typing like he's
haunted by some evil being (the "Virus" again?!). He's assembling
now, checking the code, blinking his eyes as he starts to see
things that aren't there. He puts his hands in his hair and sighs
very deeply (from the very depths of his toes). Some curses roll
off his dried out tongue as he tests the thing once more. Is
there any hope left for us?.....no...the thing crashes AGAIN! My
God, I hear the foulest collection of words ever put together
right now. He needs refreshment, time is running out, there's a
lot of pressure. He's now mumbling the music of "Synth Sample V",
as well as some of Anthrax' "I'm the Man", as well as some Dutch
songs that I won't translate for the sake of censorship. The mood
is beginning to get back, however, and that leaves a little flame
of hope alight in us. We're waiting as a cool breeze of draught
touches our faces (and keeps us and poor old Stefan awake a bit).
I can not remember ever having felt like he feels now.... And my
train leaves in 10 minutes! What am I to do? Beg this swell Peter
guy to take me home? Who knows. As long as I'm home by 00:45, my
dad won't start complaining at least. I had always heard Stefan
could work WELL under pressure, but this pressure is getting to
him so it seems. And I seem to be typing more and more and... it
is now about working! The intro screen (we were very proud of
that) is not being displayed, but the rest works fine. Well, this
is "real time" as it can be... I am literally following every
movement of Stefan and trusting it to "Word Perfect" at the same
instant. He's thinking, contemplating his sins and his bugs....
Who knows what he'll think (I think his thoughts involve SLEEP).
I'll let Peter take over now...
Why am I always called for in such moments of despair? Am I a
person to rely on? I don't know, I don't think likewise when I
sometimes take the courage to take a quick look into a mirror.
But, in course of rescuing this mission, I think I'll agree to
take Richard to Helmond, if it's not becoming too late. Right now
the two are discussing about what can be wrong with the darned
program, Stefan looking at his watch, jammering about the time
and the fact that he has to get up very early monday morning. I
know the reaction of his boss when Stefan, after he is two hours
too late at his work, tells him he had a computer orgy the
previous night. Well, you can still say he has an outstanding
dedication to programming, but I doubt it if that will help in
such a situation. Here I am typing at the Olivetti keyboard
again! And that while I've said my previous message was the last.
I can't help it and please except my apologies! All events are
passing by very silently now. Only the sound of the Atari
keyboard tells me they haven't fallen vastly asleep. Everyone is
looking very sleepy just now, only Richard seems to want us to go
on. Stefan is currently uttering words that have a slight
connection with hectic fever. I think this is IT. They quit!?! A
whole day of hard work ends in a sad display of emotions. Like
we're at someone's funeral. Bye.
Why?! A simple picture is put on the screen but the palette
disappears.... that's the sad ending of this day. "Synth Sample
V" has not been finished. Lucky for me, Peter will drive me home.
- Wherever there is a reference made to 'coke', this is meant to
refer to the dark brown, bubbly fluid and NOT the white powdery
- To recapture the atmosphere of this Computer Orgy, we didn't
use any censorship. Somewhat rude language is therefore still
- During none of the stages of the Orgy have we reached the point
of being utterly drunk. This to make sure that we could continue
living and writing afterwards.
- With 'Holger', Reline's Holger Gehrmann is meant. He's music-
and games programmer.
- The final scrolling message was about 80 Kb in length.