YEAH! FINALLY! It works!

 Hi folks,  here's Ritchie (your ex-editor) again. I will have to 
apologize  for  poor Stefan's spontaneous outburst in  the  above 
line, which he wrote down in the word processor immediately after 
actually  finishing ST NEWS and getting rid of some of  the  last 
bugs we found (yes....there were some, sadly enough).

  Anyway,  on  this disk you'll find ST NEWS Volume  3  Issue  6, 
created on Sunday, November 13th 1988 and published for the first 
time  in Holland on the HCC days exclusively for the NEW ST  Club 
Eindhoven (two weeks later).  On this disk,  you should find  the 
following files in the PROGRAMS folder:

EXPR.GFA       GfA Basic V3.0 program, belonging to the article
                about 'Evaluating Expressions'
CLOCK.GFA      GfA Basic V3.0 program, that doesn't particularly
                belong to an article, but that was adapted from
                an issue of the Dutch ST magazine "ST"
WIZARDS2.S     Machine code source for Seka versions 1.5 and
                higher, belonging to the "Wizards" tips & tricks
                article, written by The Exceptions

COPYRIGHT NOTICE:

  ST NEWS is Public Domain when used outside the  Netherlands  or 
copied  in the Netherlands by a non-commercial PD  library.  When 
you have a commercial PD library in Holland,  however, you should 
contact us for royalty arrangements (something of 1 Dutch guilder 
per sold copy royalties).  For all clearness:  The copyright  for 
Dutch  commercial  PD  libraries  is  located  at  the  ST   Club 
Eindhoven.

COPYING:

 Copying this issue of ST NEWS is very simple.  You can do it  by 
using a copy program (Acopy or Fcopy) selecting "Not  protected". 
Copying ST NEWS to your hard disk or another (double sided)  disk 
can  be done by opening the target disk's directory  and  pulling 
the  ST  NEWS disk icon over it.  All the  files,  including  the 
hidden ones, will then be copied.

GENERAL REMARKS:

  It  was good fun being in the seat of the  editor  once  again. 
Stefan is keeping an eye on it all, though, and watches carefully 
that nothing is entered that doesn't suit him. I can't blame him, 
really.
 This  issue  of  ST NEWS is  dedicated  to  Douglas  Adams,  and 
therefore  you will no doubt find some pretty absurd articles  in 
this issue.  Probably, this tendency will have left us by ST NEWS 
Volume 3 Issue 7, which we will desperately try to publish before 
the end of 1988. I already caught Stefan writing an 'end of year' 
editorial, so I gather that it will be the case.

 It is now 22:20 on the day of creation.  I will have to hurry  a 
bit,  since  ST  NEWS has to be TRULY finished in a  little  over 
half  an  hour so that I can hop onto not too late  a  train  and 
visit  a certain girl again (a girl that you will no  doubt  read 
MORE about in this issue of ST NEWS!).

 I am beginning to feel terribly drunk now.  Stefan is  currently 
trying to gain my attention,  vaguely gesturing that HE wants  to 
type  now.  He  is  determined to make this  ST  NEWS  issue  the 
funniest,  weirdest  and most mindevaporatingly absurd  one  ever 
realized  by any people living on Earth (we won't talk about  the 
people on Ziljonammy Gamma,  who have even done some pretty  much 
weirder stuff). So here's your REAL editor again, good old Stefan 
with his hangover...

 First,  I want to say: Avoid hangovers, stay drunk. I am sipping 
a  nice  glass  of  Vieux now and I am  becoming  more  and  more 
inspired. YES!

 But this issue is already finished. No more programming, no more 
article-writing,  all  that  is  left now to  express  my  wholly 
remarkable feelings is this readme.txt which is not there for  me 
to  start  becoming weird again.  So just  move  your  Electronic 
Rodent to the ST_NEWS.PRG file and slightly press the left button 
twice so the program will be run.

YEAAAAAHAHAAHAAAAHAHAHAHAAHH!!!!!!!

 Sodom  just bursted out in an unsurpassed mayhem of huge  sounds 
called 'Bombenhagel'.  Normally,  my only reaction to noise  like 
this is to swiftly instruct my Stereo to quit the shit, but now I 
am really tended to pump up the volume and create a two-man  mosh 
in  my  little room.  But since there are people  living  in  the 
adjacent  houses  who  have created little  humanoids  which  are 
probably  dreaming  about unspoken things right now I  will  keep 
down the volume so the Bambi pictures don't come falling off  the 
walls in the bedrooms of the aforementioned little humans. Still, 
the musical violence doesn't cease to influence me and my mind is 
filled  with cries of war,  storms of fire and naked  girls,  all 
logically intertwined in one big, lustful ... *** CENSORED ***

 Sorry,  dear reader.  I know you don't like to read things  like 
this.  Just realize:  I have been computing all day with a  Major 
Hangover,  and right now the effects of this mishap have somewhat 
worn  off and I feel ready to throw a huge party  with  unlimited 
amounts  of  alcoholic  fluids and hard core  heavy  metal  trash 
music, everybody moshing it out and generally having a blast. But 
since it is Sunday evening, 22:42 pm and I have to work tomorrow, 
I  think  I  should cast myself upon my  bed  (Tolkien  influence 
coming through...) and rest untill dawn.

 That's it.

 BYE!
 
  Ooops...I  nearly forgot.  Have mindmoulding  fun  reading  the 
mindthrasingly  absurd articles in this mindblending issue of  ST 
NEWS.

 Sincerely,

     Stefan Posthuma


 Ha! That's what you think! You bloody egomaniac! The fact that I 
lent  you  your  keyboard back again to type  something  for  our 
zealous readers,  does not automatically imply that YOU can  take 
over your regular job again. So here am I.....

 Sincerely,

     Richard Karsm....SLAM!!!!

 Get lost you pathetic excuse for a human!!!  I am the editor and 
you are a mere wurm!!  SO....Smash!  Bang!  (Violent sounds  that 
defy  rational  description fill the little room until  the  roof 
virtually pops off)

 That's what YOU think (again)!  Without ME (ME!!) you would have 
been nothing but a wurm yourself! Get lost and shove something up 
your.....Crack...Thud!!  HAHA!!! Take this...CRACK!!!...WHOP!!... 
See this fist???  Meet his big brother!! WACK!!!  I am gonna cook 
ya, eat ya and puke ya!!! SLAP!!  Crush...

 At this moment,  in the middle of what seems to be the  topotype 
of  a hot fight,  something much resembling an  apparition  sinks 
down in the room, just in between the fighting (ex-)editors.

 "Stop this hotnow fighting!"

  The two youngsters (the remains of them,  anyway) stop  preying 
upon several vulnerable parts of the other's body,  breaking some 
necessary  bone tissue and screaming like hell.  They look up  at 
the  person  standing  there,  as  if  lighted  by  a  golgolflex 
spotlights.

 "You two were put on earth...for love!"

 Remembering something of the J.  Geils Band, they both continued 
to fight. The apparition gave up and went again.

 This is no end to the story.

 But we wanted to stop since time is passing. Have fun. Bye.

 Sincerely,

  A slightly bruised Richard Karsmakers (ha. I won)
