How I did it - How I made this magazine

How I made this magazine
Alone Coder

   I'll tell you the sad saga about
how did the idea to create ZX-guide come about, how
it developed and what ordeals it had to
endure to the unfortunate author in the process
creation of the above magazine. I hope
the reader will forgive me for the excessive use
the word , since I am going to lead
have a friendly conversation with him.

   It all started in early 1997
Sane sold his Spectrum and bought
Amiga with hope (sancta simplicitas) that
on this car he will find peace and humility
and will be able to write any programs to his heart's content,
whatever his soul desires, and play
any games that will please his heart. But
he cruelly miscalculated: he did no good
did not gain in the person of Amiga, only losing
forever connection with Speccy. All he has left is
only two dozen floppy disks with different logs
lami and working disks.
   Ugh, damn, filthy style! I will continue
continue humanly:
   The thing is that then me and Sane know each other
were not, and I present only what I could from
to fish him out, but it’s difficult to fish him out,
since he always pretends to be an idiot
and pretends not to hear you. Extremely inappropriate
nice personality. This is what it does to a person
com pussy.
   In September 1997, we both entered
Ryazan State Radio Engineering
Academy (abbreviated as Radik) to the faculty
computer technology (abbreviated FVT) by
specialties (I think I got the name wrong somewhere
tion, but I remember exactly that the abbreviated specialization
is called simply "Programming"
nie>), where they soon met. Through
which time he bought an IBM PC and became dumb;
For more than six months I came into his confidence and
April 1998, I unexpectedly received from a non-
a box of discs, a floppy drive and a music board -
nal coprocessor, method of connecting the co-
the latter has not yet been studied, because the latter is not
Not a single wire comes out. (Competition: who
connect it to me, he's a great guy.)
   In short, I began to read all these magazines.
I don't like anything special from them.
gained, however, some idea about
I got how the magazine should look.
As well as not looking: like faultless or
Spectrophobia. The best magazine should be considered
thi ZX-format, but beyond the fifth number I
I didn’t see him, and beyond the sixth - I didn’t even
heard. Great  in the first issue
with a story about the programmer Vasichkin -
the brightest type! alive Yura Sviridov! A in the fifth room, where they are dismantling the
a word from one short-sighted reader - just
hilarious!
   But the level of scientific information in all
magazines clearly did not suit me. I hope you
do you have an idea of the state of powerlessness?
no malice; I'm in just such a state
walked every time I opened the section
 in the new journal.
   But soonSummer has come. When everything is on-
the burden that fell on your shoulders in
institute, falls off, just disappears -
reluctance to write anything. Plus I got carried away
Rubik's cube; this is obviously not my game
generations, and those who collected it for ten years
ago, of course, everything was completely forgotten, so
that - I won’t delay - over the summer I have exactly no-
what I didn’t write.
   When the time came for the second year, I...
I realized that the first ones were still just blooming
points: for example, if in the first year we have
there were two laboratory works, then on the second
- It’s already four. Plus they forced me to study at
Saturday. Therefore, it is so incomprehensible
the peculiarity of my psychology is beyond me
the muse suddenly descended, and within the first week
During my studies, I wrote as many as 2 real programs
frames with a total volume of 3.5 k.
   About what happened over the next
th month, from two different points of view, you
you can read in the articles  and
. Another month was spent on
to type the story .(If you are interested, she is entirely for-
takes 310 k.) At the same time I started composing
take the first article of the magazine - , who promised to become the most
voluminous and at the same time the most literary
written from everyone. The point is that I found
on the far shelf is the collected works of Chekhov
in 18 volumes; that’s why I tried the first article
I wanted to compose it beautifully, and while working
above the rest in mehave already fought for two
opposite desires - to write from Chekhov-
with some brevity and increase the volume of the magazine.
(Also, if anyone doesn't know, it's late
Chekhov is no longer short.)
   My classmate Yura Sviridov at the same time
time to make the shell. Actually, it's only
that's what it's called - I did it because not a byte
I have not received anything from him yet. Since
the magazine was scheduled for November (I explain: if
it will not be written by November, then, throughout
will probably never be written,
since some smart guy organized a session in de-
cabret), and nothing was ready, I began
wait for the next weekend to find
assistant (Sunday cannot be considered a day off)
day if you have a 6-day work week).
   On November 3, an unexpected tragedy occurred
- my mother broke the disk drive. You know
how can you break a disk drive? So I'll tell you-
zhu: throw him on the floor. After that he is very
doesn’t want to read, much less write down information
formation, that is, it becomes unsuitable, which
that’s what was required of him - this is the most difficult thing
inference that this could produce
woman. Such mothers, apparently, have more
I would like a son who is a smoker, an alcoholic, a drug addict
a man, a hooligan, a parasite, or better yet, a general oly-
corrugated to make it easier for them to push around; prog-
the rammist is too smart for that, and
this is subject to destruction. If my reason-
the expectation seems too far-fetched to you, then
I'll say that Sane, as soon as I told him
about this case, withhe told me in surprise
similar story - except
that not only the drive flew, but also the disk
you, and not to the floor, but to the ground from the balcony second-
horny floor! Another example: yesterday (November 15)
she (who - I already said) decided to catch
ask me and my sister to move the furniture in
your room. Before that, her bed was
between two closets, now she wanted
put them together behind the bed. All of her -
I am not able to give the speeches of the day,
but I will say that from her words it directly follows
at least four facts: the cabinets were moved
not us, but she; house (panel and apartment-
ny) belongs to her, and she has the right to us
indicate; she knows all the families in the world, and not
in one of them there are no such terrible (lazy,
bastards) children; we screwed everything up because
that they didn’t let her command (the whole closet was studied
gave birth, the mezzanine overhangs for a kilometer with
one side and two on the other, etc.).We
SPECIFICALLY spent 1 hour on leveling
mezzanines, although the cabinet walls are arched
(this directly follows from the fact that in the gray
along the same wall the mezzanine with it is
a single whole, while at the edges it gives
launch by ў2 mm in the same direction), it
I promised not to enter the bedroom until everything
will not be done as it should, has already announced three
deadlines after which must
do something, she didn’t tell me to turn on the computer
pewter, became hoarse and fell asleep on my sleeping
place with deep inner awarenessof his immeasurable rightness.
   I seem to have gotten distracted. So, it's a day off...
appeared on November 7, I went to the radio market and
I immediately met the Vasya brothers there
and Denis Loginovs. I took Denis to my place
and showed his programs, he liked it;
I took them and we went to him, where he
showed me his collection of demonstrations (ho-
nice collection, but why?), gave advice -
play your music and look at your computers
thorn letters; there I also saw a computer
version of the ZX-Review, and I don’t really like it
curled; when Vasya came, he didn’t appreciate mine
programs (or maybe he pretended), we talked
and it seems like they agreed to cooperate.
It's November 16th, morning, I have to go to college,
only 3 texts were not typed: ,
and , no shell, no Intro
ready.
   Will I ever make a magazine?