Miscellaneous - Our life as a computer geek.

                                         
     LIFE OF A COMPUTER.      
                                         
(C) 2000 newspaper "Heresy #05"             
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 You?.. A girl?..
 NesCafe
                                         
 I was reading some recent mail from friends
I sent it, and I came across this text in
newspaper "HERESY #5",which really touched my soul.
Well, I think maybe someone didn’t understand the small things,
or haven’t seen these cool papers, in short,
I moved this topic to my journal so that
everyone could once again think about the meaning of
necks of mortal life. Like being a smart guy.
                                         
   And this is the topic. We sit day and night
computer and ruin your health and youth,
not understanding that all this is given
ONCE IN A LIFETIME.Now it seems that Life
infinite.  So break off, bros,
you and I have, at best, years of lifesixty each, and at worst - for someone
Annushka has already spilled her milk and “rejected”
the tired head rolled out from under the wheels
passing tram and bloody lips
whispered: “So I went for some bread.”
And sixty years is just 720
months.And if you consider that over time
We will ruin our health completely, then
will stop being attracted to girls - it turns out
that we sacrifice the most to the Computer
The priceless thing we have is Youth.
This fact has not yet reached our brains,
for it seems that it will always be so. Fore-
ver Young! FUCK THERE!                      
                                         
   And here you sit, old, smelly, no-
damn unnecessary, old fart and
you are passing by Youth:                       
   “Well, damn, I was an asshole! No, so with
girls to meet the dawn or somewhere else
be on a camping trip. No! Sat for a long time
bomb, and he was banging on the keyboard all day! Well
what did you snitch on? Fucking ruined my vision, lame
nic dislocation of the wrists and twisted physis
gura.  All youth is down the drain! Well
I now have this Super Virtual-
nn-th generation computer, and those
the programs that I wrote in those days dissolved
rushed into infinity as unnecessary,
and simply because of the poor looking ones among
modern works of 2Oxx of the year!"























                                         
      Эскейпискоеbunch of neurotic
 teenagers emulating linguistic
 cultural and cultural environment,
 in which their sublimated
 body fear of hostile
 reality.                       
                                         
                           "FIDO" A. Basov
                                         
 Or an ordinary user who has problems
in communication with other people, absent
fantasy and the like. And so he turns on
this Life Imitator greets and leaves for the
worlds imagined by others, where he could be
whoever he wants (or rather, whoever he is allowed to
game makers): The Great Savior of all
universe, which with one hand, jokingly can-
can deal with a platoon of special forces
(but in real life he won’t be able to fight back
and one drunken moron) or UltraCool
Formula 1 racer (and in real life also
afraid to get on a moped).  And these comparisons
we can continue ad infinitum. Leaving
in these bright realities he loses strength
here. Abstracting from this life hera-
it's hard to live at all.                 
                                         
              - If this is Natasha, Zina,   
  Lyuba, then...               
              - Calm down, it's not you anymore!
                                         
 What do we ultimately get for our selflessness?
great devotion to the Computer. His own, supposedly
A UNIQUE World where we can feel
to realize your Significance, to realize that you belong
affinity for a certain pseudo-Elite: I am not Lamer - I am
COOL! Have the opportunity to get fucked hot-
racing conversation somewhere in the trolleybus -
se:                                      
  - And I started throwing stacks, right away
saved cycles - along the curb up to half-
us! Rulez!                               
  - And my brains were knocked out on Pisyuk, and
then my mother died - I fucked with her until
morning.  We must now look for a new one. Solid
Trouble!" ;)                              
                                         
   ALL THIS IS A MYTH!Real Life Passes
nearby and you are not participating in it. Computer
Yuter is your drug. It replaces those
life is like some kind of silicone pro-
zom, but you get a kick out of it - stand out from
crowd, herd, ownExtraordinary. Not
realizing that this is NOT THAT Originality, with
which one stands out from the crowd dazzlingly
a beautiful girl or a young colonel with
military order.  No, you have an extraordinary
cripple with crutches, eccentricity
a masochist mocking his own
health and psyche. "But I'm not weak
I won't sleep tonight, I'll just sit
computer?!" - you think. It turned out: no, not
weak! Citizens, don't you look at what you have
my eyes are red and my hands are shaking - this
I reworked it. No, a lot of money is not wasted
nerd.  Actually, I didn’t earn much,
this, so to speak, was work for the soul.      
                                         
   But do we really need this Symbol of Pri-
belonging to the Computer Caste. What
will remain from your programs years from now
twenty? Even you won't need them.
mime  New technologies are coming - prog-
Ress does not mark time. I understand l-
people who sit at computers for money.
And it doesn’t matter: they are programming something important -
noe or just chasing toys. They are on
This is how they make money. And in your free time
time they Live.  We reproach ourselves for
free.  Here, take this, here is my vision,
and this is a bag of health - but you don’t
look what is frail - you are all the best
you won't find it here anyway...