Buzz #19 18 августа 2000

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Eternal Partry - the next revelry Eternity Industry.

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                     Eternal Party. Take 2.

(C) Paracels ^ EI


                          Prologue.

When we last met together? Trees are then still
were young, and young stars. Hard time for high school
masochism (from which some managed to get
pleasure) is finally over. Spy, Senat, Crazy and D-Man
work and sweat: some guards, some soldering, well
someone, I apologize, even the "program the" in the workplace. I
all day sitting at home, trying to draw graphics for demos,
to somehow justify their idleness. What, besides coding and
writing music, is engaged Sair00s, known only to himself.
And this is probably for the better, because they do not kodit 
and playing music for 2 months before the party for him would 
be a great luxury! However, this is not important. The meaning 
of this demagoguery - that time many of We became a little 
more. Now you can dedicate it to Spectrum, and now the Amiga. 
Why are there! Now I am at least I often see all industriytsev. 
So, free time appeared, but how do I use? This question, of 
course, moronic - DeMouy to do, DeMouy! And we were aware

only not as they could not determine whether the deme in 
general - Do we have time to design the Chaos? - What it will 
be the effects of (Not to mention the graphics with the music), 
and finally, how this miracle will be called? .. Such are the 
minor issues did not give us rest, especially in light of the 
looming as the Balrog on Gandalf demoparty. However, to arrange 
the next Eternal Party, we decided to all (or part) is not so - 
we just wanted to gather together. The consequences of this 
desire you are now and find out. 


                            Part I.

In view of the unknown of space law first E-party we do not
very successful - no two eishnikov, although something
funny all the same there. However, 7 July 2000, when the will
fates, we finally got together, it was decided
repeat the above activities, capture a second take, so
say. Somewhere in the eleventh hour in the evening right beside 
our headquarters was quickly developed a script of the 
forthcoming party, specified time and other organizational 
stuff. Although it was all somewhat spontaneously, for some 
reason we believe that E-party I will not be repeated ...


"... Half past eight!" - The voice of D-Man'a, which (thanks to
parents), my older brother - and now to defile
apartment - caused me to wake up. As it turned out, he did not 
lie, but I'm not Fox Mulder, so that even this undeniable truth,

as Moscow time, did not lead me into an eerie delight - I
would prefer to wake up myself, but then I remembered that just 
now Diman asked about this (bearish) service - wake me up

morning.

July 8, 2000 promises to be interesting. By 12 o'clock in the
headquarters had to gather all the active-stuff Eternity
Industry, a more accurate 6 people: D-man, Paracels (we were 
already on place, ie at home), Sair00s, Senat, Spy, and Crazy. 
A then would be most interesting has begun.


I got up, washed with cold water: hot - kind of Uncle ZHKO
disabled for an indefinite period; breakfast and began to wait
Noon. Time dragged on slowly, sadistically. When the arrow
hours crept close to the 11-hour mark, I decided
transgress to the solution of important institutional issues, 
namely - For frying pancakes, which were promised to all who 
will be on Eternal Party. For this task I accomplished safely 
somewhere about two, when everything was already assembled. 
First came Crazy (here I remembered the provincial town of 
Castle Rock (somewhat reminiscent of Our Carpet) from the novel 
by Stephen King "The most important thing," residents which 
faithfully observe two undercover law kasayuschiesya hike in 
the new store: the first - you can not come first, and second - 
can not be the last to leave), then the Spy; Senat and Sair00s, 
of course, came last. 



                            Part II.

                                       Take a bottle,

                                       tilted at an angle

                                       90 degrees, and drink ...


                                       Vodka! 40 degrees and

                                       no calories!

I think it is clear what question was concerned at the moment
drinkers (ouch! .. sorry - drank) of EI, so do not
I would venture to ascribe a landmark phrase "What we drink?" 
anyone particular, for any of the participants could it 
industriytsev pronounce.


So, the question with all boldness was thrown to the masses. 
Mass responded immediately and gave two answers: first,

preferred by everyone - the moonshine, and the second, too bad, 
but obvious reasons - is expensive and a little "- less 
preferred - Vodka. Me and D-Man'u all the fuss "around alcohol 
piano" was absolutely not care: as the saying goes, what would 
a child or teshilos (whether or moonshine vodka), he does not 
cry. But among the rest of this question stuck pole, stake, I 
would said. What there nafig Borjomi, Mirinda and other pumped

carbon dioxide production - everything was so thirsty that when 
I dreamy anticipation accidentally uttered the words "Coke"

I have a drink with her lover were polite, but long to send in
all of the most remote corners of the human body, both
female and male. I would, of course, could argue with
offenders, to say that, they say, always coca-cola - it's my 
answer the sun, and Lehina cottage in Vanino (or Vasya?) also 
did, even though I was in Lehi in the country, but no lake has 
not seen ... In Overall, the arguments I have been strong. Not 
only was I the people spoil your appetite ... Wait, what 
appetite?! They get drunk decided, and I am here the words are 
good for their lewdness spend? In short, I said nothing, but in 
my eyes shone hellfire vseotmscheniya ... "Outta hell you cry. 
Devil's on your back. I can never die!!!" - I remembered a line 
from a wonderful upbeat song by Rob Zombie "Dragula" and ... 
forgive it, "we'll get a Coca-racists" all their 
transgressions, because they did not know what they do, the 
bastards! .. At this conflict was over.


Long, we have slowed, and friends. Oh how long. After
unanimously chose the moonshine, there was a little poser
titled "Where?" To fix it and puffed best minds EI
more than half an hour. Remember how many points - all over 
town! Must it was my record - now to lay all these traders

"Amateur" Cops, you see, and would receive compensation.
However, none of the possible source for some reason did not 
satisfy high requirements gathered in the headquarters of the 
fans French wines. But then, like Aunt Asa, Sair00s said:

"Try the NEW AS ..." Ugh! .. "Dear Sirs, I know one thing
presentable place without harm to our ego can
get a great French wine. Let me go
there ... "So-oo!" Something like he just said. Anyway,
word not a sparrow - shit, and kill nobody. Had Sair00s'u
to go where he alone knew the hidden road. Farewell to
him (and money) to better times, we were ready to
long waiting times. But we had to wait long, because, after
some 7 minutes and 34 seconds, Sair00s interrupted our call 
their confident yet at hand. Open the door, I really saw

our coder, but ... My God! The heavens opened with indignation 
and prepared to fall on the heads of people ... Moonshine with 
him was! Imagine this embarrassment? I - yes! As much heat on 
the body spreads - how nice. The fate avenged herself for me.

While I will not hide: I'm sorry they were to fear.

Senat once again looked the same Amiga demos when
Sair00s entered the room.
- Neto moonshine! - Sadly, he mumbled.
- What .. x I ???!!! - Exclaimed the Senat and brutally pushed
three-button reset.


                           Part III.

                                      The epigraph from the 
previous hour                                       Ty would 
fit here goraz                                       to better 
... 

Crazy meanwhile cruelly slighted bottle from under the IRN-BRU,
left over from the Eternal Party I, a now filled
ordinary (artesian, by the way) tap water.
Ordinariness of it, in principle, open to question, for 6-valent
(Or however many there really are?), Chromium, had occupied our
Well - is not you the minerals of the Baikal. But we do not
complain about: the water sometime in Kovrov is almost the 
purest in the throughout Russia. Already in the Vladimir - just 
something for nothing from us - from crane is not H2O flows, a 
net Cl, chlorine, that is. As a student 1 st year of Vladimir 
State University, I have lived in this city for almost a year, 
and the water was not used to it. Still then I do not 
understand how you can take from ee Klyazma - rivers, which 
swim whole periodic table, plus a pair of yet undiscovered 
elements. Now it has escalated and the cyanide ... Right mix 
some turns. 

Crazy fun of a poor bottle with cruelty. And she
imho, deserves it, because I have laid out for her 24 rubles, 
and received a "soft drink at the flavoring. Soon come

to the fact that inscriptions such as "does not contain natural 
substances," "with substitute for water, "" whole palette of 
preservatives and flavorings " and, finally, "Galima 
synthetics" will testify about high quality goods. Respect of 
the "Ayrn Brew" I note: no matter what Sair00s spoke about the 
steepness of the drink, this ostrich (I would even say 
strausyachaya) the water is nothing special of itself is not. 
The taste of sweetened and diluted manganese together with 
suspicious sickly color (thanks to dyes "sunset" and "poncet 
4R") does not deserve the money spent on its promotion on TV. I 
will not even compare "Ayrn Brew" with Coca-Cola: This 
hub-habavskaya chemistry and some do not lay.


"Take part in the maneuvers Squadron Haba-Haba," and you will be
hereby Ayre P-NBRYU Yu-Yu-ON-A-AUTO ... - Crazy carefully read
inscription on the bottle. - Eire-p-pH ... br ... bl ... shit 
... Blue-oo-oo-UAR-p-p-x-x ...". process of liberation of the 
stomach through the mouth He voiced expertly by calling our 
Spy'em with laughter. Then followed by a proposal to become a 
living embodiment of Sair00s'u The sound, from which our coder 
politely declined, sending Crazy go where all the Russian still 
can not find my way. 

However, he had to go not only for the fact that they drink, 
but for those than a snack, so by removing the process from the 
parking brake, we (me, Sair00s, Spy 'Crazy) hastily dumped on 
the street, and counting in my mind money went toward the 
stands. 

We reached them without any adventure somewhere in 5 minutes.
Inspection began as always with the extreme, ie, the first
caught. But first, albeit not a pancake, as you know, always
lumpy, so "extreme" according to our notions of a stall nothing 
special not pleased. Was slightly zharkovato; sun pressed 
multi-ton reinforced concrete slab. With case and bag, squeezed 
in hand, we shifted to the second stall. The same range, the 
same poor design showcases. I looked for Coca-Cola, but in 
vain. AND there came a loud cry of Crazy, full of wonder and

surprises. "Ha-ah!" Look! - Crazy poked his hand in a glass,
separates us from the seller. - Someone Pentagon sells! "I
joke seemed simply savagery: Where have you seen that in
stalls - these Matchbox boxes stuffed with chocolates and
alcohol - sold computers, the more Pentagon'y?!
Returning to the stall, I stared at the spot where indicated
Crazy. On a translucent glass, mold black, slightly
the right of the window, with vnuterenney hand, indeed, hung
listing cases holding that the sale Pentagon-128 +
Color Monitor "Youth" + something else and being in a good
quantity. Crazy leaned toward the window and a view of slave,
ask the price to a living product, and asked how much otadayut 
this miracle technology. 1500 rubles - was the answer. Hearing 
this figure, I immediately recalled Father Michael'a (is - or 
rather was - in our Kovrov such spektrumist very well with 
Screw Comp: covox and with soundrive'om it hung, and a fan of 
all kinds of switches, quadro AY, color monitor, and God knows 
what else, now Pope Misha is the proud owner of PC). He sold 
his Spectrum for the same price and also with a color monitor. 
In response to this assumption Crazy confidently stated that it 
can not be PC Father Michael'a, because He had a monitor

"Electronics" - a declaration as specified monitor "Youth". 
This was a strong argument, however, despite a lot of matches, 
we still agreed Crazy (or just pretended to agree). In

Basically, it's us and not really worried, because the most 
important in that time was to buy everything you need, and 
quickly return home under the cool shade of reinforced concrete.

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------------- From the continuation of this exciting thriller 
you Uznet, Did we buy vodka and return home alive and well

personally poprisutstvuete at the dawn of a new project Eternity
Industry - Deme called "DOGMA" ...


                 / To be continued in Buzz # 20 /