by saponification

firstword

Welcome to the first issue of POSTcount@atomican.net.

Will it be the last?

That's up to you. If I get the content I will do another. I may go and chase the content for another. Right now I'm just glad to have issue 1 down.

You will notice very quickly this is not another atomic: maximum power computing, it is something quite different. I like to think of it as a geek lifestyle magazine. It's not a tech mag (though it contains tech). I think what it has is a way of describing topics that it takes a geek to appreciate.

This first issue is an out and about issue. We'll go buy the latest graphic card just to show off at BFO Lan, then we'll hit a music festival for a go in the mosh pit. We'll have a few drinks, but work out our BAC to be sure it's safe to drive home, but have a bingle on the way anyway.

But it's also an indoors issue. We'll watch a flick on our own home theatre, edit together a home movie, produce some machinima, moderate the forums, catch up on the latest forum goss and make a spiffy new av.

All in the space of one electronic magazine.

by BeDLaM#29

The other week I had my first car accident. It wasn’t a major one. I didn’t die. Birds didn’t eat my face. I didn’t get whiplash or break anything. Kudos if you get the reference I made earlier, by the way.

But after all the bullshit was sorted out – exchanging details, saying ‘fuck’ a lot, etcetera, etcetera – and I came home, one of the first things I did was, yeah, post about it on Atomic. Okay, it wasn’t so bad… I didn’t make a thread or anything, but I still made reference to it. Bumped an old thread, in fact.

It’s odd, though. I mean, what I was doing, when you think about it, was telling a mixture of strangers and acquaintances that I’d just managed to trash my wheels, blow four grand and ruin any hope of travelling abroad next year in one fowl swoop. They had no reason to care. It wasn’t their money. Some know my name because it pops up in the magazine every now and then, but most don’t. They don’t know, really, unless they’ve been to a meet or something, if I’m young or old or male or female or black or white or gay or straight. I might say that, yeah, I’m a white straight guy, but that doesn’t mean that I actually am. Just look at when Fuzz managed to convince everyone that I was, in fact, a girl.

This isn’t anything new, though. This isn’t anything unique. Over the years I’ve seen people give reports merely units after some important, maybe even life-changing event. Right after they had sex or were broken into, right after something in their house exploded or they decided maybe they were quite seriously ill.

It’s hard to tell, really, if the idea is get a bit of attention, a bit of sympathy or encouragement or acknowledge, or if it’s just to say something for the sake of saying it. Sort of like how you can’t keep a secret unless you tell at least one other person.

Food for thought.