EDITORIAL .. A LONG HOT SUMMER
Gather round, ST folk for Stefan, son of Harm and Editor of ST
NEWS has a tale to tell you. It is an interesting story about a
curious and sometimes very queer disk magazine which tries to be
original and attractive to the ones who read it.
Fans of the Tolkien style might have recognized the strange tone
in the above piece of text. Well, you will see more of this
around this issue of ST NEWS (volume 3, issue 5) because it is
dedicated to the Master of Fiction, the Great Tale Teller, the
Lord of Fantasy, Ruler of Dreams and - I am very sorry to say so
- late J.R.R. Tolkien. He has written an epic fantasy in which he
has created a wonderful world full of strange creatures,
fantastic adventures which will show you that reading can be fun
after all. More about this great man and the stories he has
created in two separate articles, written by Richard and myself.
In this issue, also another great real-time article. This time
about the Computer Orgy and another Competition, this time 5
copies of Whirlygig, the new Firebird wonder-game, can be won.
That about covered the features of this ST NEWS. Let's get back
to the serious editorial stuff:
Remember the SAG article in the last issue of ST NEWS? Well, we
really did it this time. It seems that Richard became a little
bit too enthousiastic in his battle against the great SAG. He
said some things in his article which weren't exactly true.
We got a lot of reactions, and some people blame me, because I am
the editor and I should prevent such articles to be published in
ST NEWS. And they are right, because I should and I do! But to
tell you the truth, I did not read it carefully, and I know
nothing about the SAG. So I just slammed it on my hard disk. And
to tell you another thing, I am not going to refuse any of
Richards articles here. I mean he still is the ex-editor and
founder of ST NEWS! and a very good friend of mine. (I will
refuse his articles as soon as he starts writing down any lyrics
of one of those horrid satanic heavy-metal bands). Now I am not
trying to get rid of the blame here because I am the editor.
Richard by the way has written some words about this. Read his
SAG part II article.
Enough crap. This stuff really doesn't interest me at all. I
have had my share of users and user groups battling amongst
themselves. I hate politics and people should stop babbling and
start programming! If all the time and money people spend talking
nonsense to each other would be used to create programs, the
world would be great! (I know, simplistic view of things,
childish approach of reality etc. Spare me the psycho-analysis)
But I still am and always will be a programmer.
The title of this editorial, 'a long hot summer' does not refer
to the shitty (oops!) Don Johnson movie, or any increase of
temperature caused by the well known ball of thermonuclear
reacting gas in the endless voids of space, close to our non-
significant, rapidly deteriorating little blue-and-green ball of
dirt we call Earth. In fact, the state of the weather does not
classify this time of year as Summer. I don't know what it is,
but it sucks anyway. I was more referring to the stirs in the ST
world. The SAG wars, a new TOS, real-time articles, anonimous
callers, great new games (Virus, Whirlygig and other Firebird
stuff), sick mouses and other exciting happenings. I think the ST
has reached its top now. TEX have eliminated all borders, the
Graphic Limit has been reached (Virus), the Sound Limit has been
reached (the Mad Max tunes), and increadible demos keep amazing
my poor brains. I think this situation will keep on for quite a
long time (I hope), with a steady stream of top-quality software.
To conclude the editorial:
Thursday september 29, 18:20 hr. A gloomy afternoon in Den Bosch
city. Carrying my heavy briefcase, I move swiftly through the
crowd. I enter the recordstore, go quickly to the counter and
whisper something to the salesman. He disappears through a little
door and a few seconds later, he comes back holding a little flat
box. I give him some money and he hands me the box. I slip it
into my briefcase, and turn up my collar. Stooping a little,
clutching the briefcase like a precious treasure, and moving
through the twilight shadows as much as possible, I return to my
home. Immediately I go upstairs, open my briefcase and take out
the mysterious little box. I press a little button on the
impressive black and slumbering piece of high-tech audio equip-
ment which comes to live with a dazzling display of bright-blue
LEDs and an ever-moving spectrum analyzer. With trembling
fingers, I open the box and take out a silver-shining disk. I
press a little button somewhere on the black hulk and a small
panel opens. After putting the disk on the panel, I press the
little button once again. The little panel closes, taking the
disk into the machine. Then I press another button on the
machine, selecting Sythesiser mode on the Equalizer and I turn up
the volume to a heavy -30Db. Finally, I press a button labeled
'Play' and a second later, sounds start filling my little room. I
lay myself upon my bed, with my head in the stereophonical centre
of the two powerful loudspeakers and relax...
Exactly 44 minutes and 24 seconds later...
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! SONICAL ORGASMS!!!! MY EARDRUMS ARE
DROOLING, MY SENSES ARE ECSTATIC AND MY BODY IS VIBRATING!!!
GREAT!!! DAZZLING!!! IMMENSE!!! SUPERB!!! RAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAHHH!
The new Jean Michel Jarre CD, 'Revolutions' is great.
The text of the articles is identical to the originals like they appeared in old ST NEWS issues. Please take into consideration that the author(s) was (were) a lot younger and less responsible back then. So bad jokes, bad English, youthful arrogance, insults, bravura, over-crediting and tastelessness should be taken with at least a grain of salt. Any contact and/or payment information, as well as deadlines/release dates of any kind should be regarded as outdated. Due to the fact that these pages are not actually contained in an Atari executable here, references to scroll texts, featured demo screens and hidden articles may also be irrelevant.