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Luna Digizine Isue 07
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Luna Digizine Volume 2, Issue 3 - Copyright Gerritt Baer / Luna 1996
Luna is a textfile publication that may be distributed freely, anywhere,
in any form as long as the contents herein remain unchanged.
" when i look in the mirror, cant belive what i see,
tell me whos that funky dude, staring back at me? "
- weezer, the good life
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(A) %% welcome
not many capital letters this issue. oh well, since i wrote more this
issue then i did all the others, i think its only fair not to bore you
with this editorial for this issue. maybe next issue.
go ahead and read some
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%% table of contents
A :: welcome
1 :: same o'le story -- (story)
2 :: comin back -- (poem)
3 :: chain reaction -- (poem)
Z :: closing
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(1) %% same o'le story
wow, a computer, he thought over in his mind as he stared blankly at
a black screen. finally, a new toy.
he played with the toy all the time, day in day out, figuring it out
and learning new programs. at first only for games, but then for the new
peripheral he had discovered, the modem. procomm plus! wow, this is neat,
and lookie here, a bunch of phone numbers, i wonder what they are?
so i dialed them up, and lo and behold, a bulletin board! wow! this is
amazing, look mom, i can download neat games, talk to other people on the
bulletin board with messages and even play games with other people online!
but what is this? he remarked, as he scanned a list of bulletin boards,
the relic, hmm that looks neat, why isnt it called the relic bbs? hmm..
so he called up the number, and saw something that would change his life.
whats that! those pictures are amazing, that looks like an amazing artist
painted it. but its made up of little blocks, hmm, thats weird.
i couldnt get access to boards like that for months, but then i finally
got in .. and i found things i never knew existed. art packs full of the
ansi picutres, digital music, and message bases that had really odd and
different content. these were people, my age! wow, this is fun, i would
think to myself.
so he started his own ansi group, and his name was beginning to be
recognized, he wouldnt stop there .. he wanted his own bulletin board, he
wanted on the internet, and he wanted to be part of a group, finally.
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two months later
he was getting sick of the routine. click on the monitor at 6am, check
his mail on all the local bulletin boards, post some messages and go to
school. occasionally taking time out for a shower or maybe just some
deodorant before he left.
school was horrible. no computers cept for the computer lab, and those
all suck. no internet, no irc, nothing to do but wait for the day to pass.
finally it ended, 3pm out the door riding his bike as quickly as he
could. gotta start downloading that file before the other kids get back.
phew, he made it. no homework .. like usual, no time for homework. right
back into the room, closing the door behind him, turning off the lights ..
cant see the screen as well without the lights off. listening to music, he
works with his bulletin board, ansi!! ansi!! i need ansi's!! quick, to irc!
maybe someone will draw me some, i cant have all stuff by me, everyone will
think im a lamer!
the next door neighbor knocks on his window, .. hey, wanna go out and
play basketball or something? .. naw, no time for basketball, im working
out a big ansi trade deal here, go away. who needs friends, i got all the
friends i want right here! on my screen! those idiots.
9pm now, still working on the bulletin board, putting up some nets and
still drawing ansi. no time for dinner, i'll just eat some bread and
cheese, who needs to look good when your only friends are 5,000 miles away?
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one year later
negotiating big deal with huge ansi star, my board is huge@! none can
compare. ive destroyed my competitors, lied, cheated and stole from them
all i could, theyre all gone now. hahaha
he was at the top, no one could stop him, except, those older people
who lived with him. and they did. .. .were taking away your modem son,
youve become addicted and the privilige of having the modem is gone, take
down your bulletin board, delete it, get rid of all those files for the
bulletin board. i never want to see it again.
noooo! but i had to, they watched me get rid of the files, and i had
but one backup, of which, was currupt. and so i had become, all of my old
friends from the outer world were gone, save one or two. no one gave a
DAMN about the internet, or me, or any of my invisible friends.
and so he ventured outside, an odd feeling, into the sun. but what was
to become? he wasn't a very hermit-like person by nature, he was big and
strong, a tad overweight for his size but not obese at all, he had a great
knowledge of the computer but resented it over the coming months.
i made friends again, finally, good friends, we did things like biking
and basketball, but eventually i found my one true love. skateboarding was
truly a turning point in my life. it got me outside, i didnt have to have
a team to play, and i could do it virutally whenever i wanted. i met other
skaters over the next years, slimmed down, and started college early.
he had found his love, skateboarding fueled him, learning in school was
once again a challenge and interesting, and he began to play guitar more
and more, eventually starting a band.
it was one thing, a small thing at that, that took me down the right
road. adolescence sucks, mess up once, and your screwed for the rest of
your young life, maybe even your whole life.
he now knew what the computer had made of him, a harmless configuration
of circuts and chips, a tool for the bettering of man, had taken him over.
i am he, and i actually resent greatly what i have done in the past. my
innocence has been destroyed, and my love for the computer that might have
been harnessed in the right way has caused a great hate for the computer
in my mind. its going away now more and more, as you see, i wrote this on
a computer :) and again, im using it what it was meant to be used for. the
bettering of mankind ( or a really cool toy ). i hope anyway.
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(2) %% comin back
a peice of thread falls through the crack
dont bother, its nothing, it wont be back
and you wait, and you play and you humm a song
i was coming back, building all along
at first you were sad, i knew not why
i made you scared & i made you cry
i was back, and they knew why
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(3) %% chain reaction
times end, dont start if you wont stop
they will grow and grow and leave you
holdin up a mop
cleanin up messes you left the other day
fixin up the messes you never can repay
theres only one thing, you just dont see
stuff you do doesn't only affect me
it messes up the people, who stopped and helped you be
when its all over you should understand
just why they stopped to lend a hand
you couldnt see, you were blind with yourself
reading stupid magazines, sittin on the can
listening to losers, befriending baseles lies
greeting the same people, who were pokin out your eyes
but i saved myself and you should do the same
i found out it was me, it was me who was to blame
shame, fame, lame what is the difference
you've been through em all, now you can see
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(Z) %% closing
i didn't bore you with the editorial and i wont bore you with this.
thanks for reading, blah blah blah.
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Eeyore (Gerritt Baer) can be contacted via email (oceans@gate.net)
or snailmail (1189 Hillsboro Mile #6, Hillsboro Beach Fl 33062).
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