JUST A NOTE FROM THE EX-EDITOR OF ST NEWS by Richard Karsmakers
Probably the most depressive article you ever read. Don't do this
to yourself when you have just visited your girl/boyfriend and
parting was hastened by the train leaving too soon, when an
acquaintance of yours died, or when your word processor just
unrecoverably demolished a piece of work you had been typing on
since you bought your ST, three years ago. Don't read it when
your mother-in-law is near, either. You will probably end up
feeling rather misfortuned and having certain tendencies to make
life shorter than the man upstairs meant it for you to be. Do not
consider this warning futile or a mere attempt to make sure you
read it. I have never been so serious in my life. If you just
happen to fall into a category only slightly resembling any of
the above meant cases: Don't do it!
Signed: A slightly concerned author
I knew I just couldn't bear to let Stefan do it all right away,
so here's a small note from me (your ex-editor). I sit here
behind my computer system and it's quite dark in my attic room. A
small lightbulb takes care that I can quite comfortably observe
my small monitor screen on which black shapes appear in a quite
miraculous way, corresponding to me pressing certain keys on the
ST. At times, I glance to my left where a photographic portrayal
of Willeke is strategically situated - whenever I feel like
losing my inspiration I merely have to direct a glance in that
direction and I feel my veins flowing with fresh encouragement
and, with what is left of my regular senses, faintly notice my
hands molesting the keys a bit faster.
At this moment, the new Yngwie Malmsteen album is spilling forth
great streams of guitar solos (performed at dazzling and mind-
cooking speeds, one might tend to add) through my vandalised
speakers, placed at strategic positions in the aforementioned
room as to make sure that the vibes reach the inner parts of my
ear cavities in as perfect a balance and harmony as would be
humanely conceivable.
It is very difficult to describe the feelings that currently
infest themselves upon me. Today was the day that I officially
copied all my ST NEWS source material to Stefan, and wrote some
additional comments and instructions in a simple magnetic
sequence stored on a circle-shaped magnetic medium - sometimes
referred to as 'a document'. I think I now know what it's like to
have a child torn apart from one's womb, or to have to wave one's
daughter goodbye on her first honeymoon: When I finally and
utterly officially gave her (please note that, in my state of
increasing sentiment, I sometimes have this urge to call ST NEWS
'her'. This is no grammatical mistake whatsoever) to my dear
friend Stefan, it felt like flesh being torn the shreads. After
some difficulty, the last cellular structures were broken and ST
NEWS was out of my hands.
It might sound a bit depressing (as a matter of fact, 'a bit'
might be replaced by somewhat less of an understatement), but it
isn't meant like that. And, in fact, there's no ratiocination to
feel like this, because everybody will benefit from this take-
over by someone probably more capable than yours truly. Today, I
have seen some of the first new coding that Stefan has done for
his first Digital Insanity ST NEWS, and I fear that it puts
everything else in the shade: Even "F.A.S.T.E.R.", if I might be
so exorbitant as to note that. After all, Stefan ain't no two-bit
programmer: He's our own master programmer! But, before I give
the poor guy reason to walk with his head in those fluffy things
from which sometimes rain falls and lightning flashes, I will get
back to what I was busy mentioning a couple of lines earlier: The
prerogatives of Stefan being the new programmer and chief editor
of ST NEWS.
Firstly, and this is no wonder when one really knows me (being
rather impulsive) I feared that I was beginning to start losing
motivation for writing ST NEWS. Especially the previous two
issues were written in three or four days only - days of
disgruntled and slightly hibernating solitude, spent typing deep
into the night living on dark brown soft drinks (sparkling) and
having only my faithful ST and the picture of Willeke as an
exception to this serene solitude. Occasionally, some hours (but
not too much, as you'll gather) were spent watching a certain
wonderful device called television - especially movies involving
adult matter and/or horror.
The second reason would be lack of time. No matter how much
inspiration would pour into my throbbing and craving fingers and
the part of my brain that usually controls these organs, but time
was sure to run out when I would eventually have to study more.
Of course, ST NEWS could be published once in three or maybe
even four months, but I thought with dismal about these future
perspectives of my own disk magazine.
Once, a thought slipped into my mind for a tiny fraction of a
nanosecond: Perhaps I should STOP ST NEWS completely? But the
time that this thought was straying into my grey cells was
reversely proportional to urge not to let ST NEWS go to the dogs.
Wouldn't it have been a pity to give up all that took so much
time to build up - the distributors, the review statuses, the
ever increasing reader's circle? Not even for such a small
instant of a moment it entered my mind that the ST users might be
in need of something like ST NEWS: I am beyond far too modest
even to cogiate such a thought. It was only later that I received
feedback from all over the globe from which it appeared that many
people indeed seemed to think so. Any day I was beginning to
expect a load of funeral cards. Lucky for me, these didn't
appear.
Now I have written this article, it is somewhat easier for me
'to let go': To let ST NEWS be run by Stefan. I hope you have
enjoyed what I did during the last couple of years, and I hope
even more that you'll like what Stefan does, now. I think I will
now retire to the place where one usually meets the most
beautiful women, travels the most immense journeys, fights the
fiercest and most evil-driven dragons and where one meets people
never thought to be.
A computer freak is like.....what the heck. My inspiration just
went. Bye!
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