Hello, world..

down_the_knee

that's the phrase any person knows quite well. it's associated with some kind of beginning to know, beginning to compose programs, sometimes beginning to live another life. i wanted to tell you a little story of me fighting my girl-friend about the demoscene...

for me it all began long time ago. maybe 5 years, maybe 6. i mean, that was the time i'd begun being interested in the demoscene as well. you know, all those second realities, contagios, sagas, verses etc. and it have passed all long 3 or 4 years till the battle began. yes, the first time she touched that sore thing, which would be a long and continuous pain in my ass through this two (maybe more or less) years. the periods can vary, because i don't remember the dates. and dates are not the subject. we were sitting in my room playing with my computer, listening to radio. she told me that professional music from the radio is very good, varied and melodic. i answered, that many people could compose thing much better than this mass consumption. then i executed some it-player and played a couple of songs by some famous demoscene musician. what was the result? she asked me, why was the composition that long. i answered, that there were two of them. she doubted. and that was the very beginning. since that time during a year i was trying to show her that demoscene music is sometimes much better than radio-heard, but again and again she was asking, why did i play same composition from time to time. songs were different, but she didn't hear (or didn't want to hear?) any difference.

that wasn't a big disappointment for me, because i was in love with her and nothing could darken that love. but... ok, later. after some musical experience i've showed her a couple of demos. large 4mb demos with lots of good effects, i showed her sunflower by pulse - one of my favourites. and after all those shows she asked me, why did they include scanned photographs and pictures to their so-called mega-products. explaining was worthless. after a couple of hours spent disputing about the topic (i was rejecting and the only my argument was - they didn't scan because it's a tradition to put hand-drawn pictures into demos, a tradition to make everything by hands, by head) she decided not to watch any demos more. time passed, she had forgotten all those argues, and i showed her a pair of 64kb intros, a pair of 4kb ones. do you want to know the result of that show? i bet you don't. it's only for all strong people. but the idea was: what is it for? you know, a normal person can't understand, what is it needed for, all those intros etc. and is there any sense trying to put weird stars into some 512 bytes of code? she had the answer: no, there's no any at all. graphics? she didn't even want to look at made's celia (sorry if wrong name), she was jealous of me looking at it. not exactly because the picture is excellent, but because she has just become being jealous of any demoscene related art.. and... i'm making some demoscene related things... i liked to paint, i liked to code, liked composing music.. but after some painting on the blackboard of some class room in the university and her phrase 'look, that's the shitty thing he's doing when home alone' to her friend... ogh, that was stunning. i used to show her results of my 'home alone'-s, but that was the moment i swore not to show her any kinds of demoscene products.. especially mine. i was just crushed.. sometimes she was looking at my works and saying 'yeah, that thing rocks'. and such a killing word. that was the beginning of the end. not my demoscenic end. but battle end.

almost one year i was doing all those usual demoscenis things without any notifying her about all those things. she seemed to forget about the demoscene. but only for one year, after which i decided to wake that sleeping beast... i mean, not she is the beast, but her incomprehension is. yes... oh, i mean, no... that's hard to retell... we went to a local demoparty. after a half of an hour of traditional music she told me that her head was breaking of pain. after another half she was sitting closed her ears. she put all 0-z to all songs. and... don't want to tell anymore. but after leaving the party far before the end of it, i had accidentally stepped to a puddle and splashed some dirty water to her bright coat.. that was the end. she collapsed on me with all those evil she was accumulating during that party... and i was beat.

what is the sense of this whole article, you ask? the idea is... no normal person is on the scene... a usual man doesn't understand the demoscene. yes, some moms and dads say 'our kid is a fucking good scener', but they say their kid's words. they don't understand those words because they just can't understand them. that's the thing... and... what would i say for the end? people, you are all mad, you know? and i'm one of you... i'm that mad... i'm coming to lose my girl because of computers and demoscene... who am i? who are you? i mean... it's yours to decide. thankyou.

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