OBS! Denna textfil ingår i ett arkiv som är dedikerat att bevara svensk undergroundkultur, med målsättningen att vara så heltäckande som möjligt. Flashback kan inte garantera att innehållet är korrekt, användbart eller baserat på fakta, och är inte heller ansvariga för eventuella skador som uppstår från användning av informationen.
### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### #### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### # ## ## # ## #### ## ## #### # # #### ## #### ## ## ## ## ##### # ## ## # ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ###### ####### [ Middle Cuts ] [ By The Chief ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ Middle Cuts --------------------------------------------------------------------------- AT THE MOVIES Sometimes... we just know what is going to happen, when watching a movie, you know? But what is really happening with movies these days? Especially american movies? I mean, take "Seven" for instance. The end was pretty damn obvious ten minutes into the movie. And what about "The Usual Suspects"? Come on! On the other hand, one would think that a James Bond movie would be similar to the other James Bond movies. That's really something everyone expects, so howcome they figured "We have to get those Van Damme scenes in there guys!"? Right. Give me a "Short Cuts", "Smoke", "Mighty Aphrodite", or "Pulp Fiction". Or a complete movie based on the intro-scenes from "Seven", thank you. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ON THE ROAD When you're in a hurry... everything just goes to hell. Am I right or am I right? Like when I was going home for the christmas holidays last year. The day before I would take my car and drive down to the boat that would take me to the island my parents live at, the skies were clear, the sun shined and the birds made my ears scream in pain. You know what I mean. By the time I woke up the morning after, a blizzard had changed all that. The blizzard, still in progress at the time, really made it pretty hard for me to get to the boat in time for its departure, but I dug out the car from the massive amount of snow, and drove off. Now, the roads were slippery, full of walls of snow here and there, and the traffic was moving way way way slow, which ment that I had to pass several cars, trucks and tractors in order to make it to the boat. When there's a meter of snow on the road, this is not an easy task. And when grandparents, people with regular tires (at this time of year) and Mrs. Jones are on the road, it's even worse. Anyway, staying on the road, managing to pass most of the cars on the way, I was about 2 miles from the harbour with ten minutes left. I really thought I would make it! Then I got stuch in a traffic jam. Of course. Everything moved in slowmotion. Compared to the speed the traffic on the way had, _this_ was really a nightmare. And when I was five minutes late, I saw that the first car really had a clear road, but was driving in 5 mph, probably because they were not used to this kind of road condition. WHY THEY LEFT THEIR COMFORTABLE HOME, I do not know. Luckily enough, the boat was still in the harbour when I got there, so I went into the ticket office building to get my ticket. Yeah, you know what's coming don't you? The guy in front of me in the line was an "original" from the island. Drunk too. Or at least on something. He didn't have his ID with him (he probably did, but in that condition, one is not able to find _anything_), so the girl behind the screen couldn't really validate his already bought ticket. He could have stolen it. Who knows? The guy was going on the _next_ boat that would leave in twelve hours, and I was going (I hoped I was at least) on _this_ boat, that should have left fifteen minutes ago. They argued and argued and argued. And then they argued some more. By the time the girl gave up and handed him his ticket, I was thinking about how fun it would be to spend christmas on a wooden bench in a cold ticket office in the harbour. The girl just smiled when I asked for a ticket to the next boat because I figured that I had missed _my_ boat, thirty minutes late as it were. "No, your boat has been delayed two hours due to the blizzard, so there's no problem at all", she said. COULD SOMEONE HAVE TOLD ME THIS A BIT EARLIER PERHAPS? MAYBE A SIGN SOMEWHERE? I guess not. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- IN YOUR DAMN LIFE When you're in a hurry... and you've got ten mailing lists to handle, WWW pages that needs to be updated every day, a part-time job, you've got to study for your exams, and you have a girlfriend and friends, time is not something you value less than gold. Especially when there's about eighty e-mails in the mailbox every day, of which half needs a reply pretty fast. Especially when it's also time to edit/fix/correct/compile the latest uXu release and send it out on various mailing lists / FTP sites and bulletin board systems. Especially when it's also the very same day you're going on a small "vacation" from Sweden to the US. I hear someone saying "Plan your life bud!". Yeah, I know. But it's pretty hard to do that, when everything is always half-ready. And everything is always only "probable". I guess that's why I take care of my e-mail and the WWW updates regularly, which are the only things that isn't just "probable". That's why I have friends who are willing to help me out. At least with the uXu release. Thanks guys! You know, I just have to tell you this. I'm driving down to Gothenburg in a couple of minutes to catch a plane to the US. An hour ago, the weather was excellent. Perfect for a 300 kilometer drive. No problem getting there in time. You know what? It's snowing outside now. Thank you lord of the weathers. Thank you for NOTHING. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ON THE INTERNET When you get those letters... from people with WWW pages, who wants you to give them money, and they will include a link from their pages to your pages, it just makes me sick. Why would I pay someone for adding a link to my pages on their pages? Why would I pay someone, in order to make him able to give away "free" CDs, because "I believe everyone should have the opportunity to have music that they like."? It makes me so sick, that I have a standard reply that I send to these "people". Here's an edited version of it, that I sent to the guy with the "free" music, with his "independent" WWW pages: I'm sorry but I hope that your message is meant as a joke. If not, I must tell you that we are very much opposed to the idea of commercializing the Internet, and "give away music for free" doesn't sound right when you're looking for sponsors to give you money to give away this "free" music. We run our pages completely without sponsors, and we still give away free CDs, t-shirts and whatnot, and every penny comes from our own pockets. That's one of the meanings behind the word "independent" by the way. It's pretty sickening to see people trying to make money out of the Internet. Thank you, I think everyone should have something like this ready for them, if we want the Internet to be free for everyone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- AT THE END When it comes to... end this file somehow, I just want to say HURRAY HURRAY HURRAY. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #313 Underground eXperts United 1996 uXu #313 Call UNDERWORLD_1994.COM -> +1-514-683-1894 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------