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Guest editor's note
by Cog
The Dirty Streets of Saskatoon
by BMC
Cats
by Spite
Margarina Cataclysma's Advice Column
by Margarina Cataclysma
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How's this for tricks, hey? Look at this smooth new ride -- our
own dot-com address on a real server! I think that's some pretty big
news, possibly the biggest since we started (even taking into account
the death of Komrade B). I mean, what's the death of a Komrade compared
to a slick new website address? Old news, that's what.
And while we're on the subject of old news, I think that this is an
especially fitting time to take a look back at what has happened in
the history of the early days of this whole controlled mess.
Originally launched as a BBS-based magazine, the original
"Comintern" (as it was called then) started as a fairly straight-laced
periodical focusing on serious political thought. A few issues into the
run, Komrade B came on board and his incomprehensible writing style
destroyed all hope of a serious attempt at anything. I mean, you can't
really have an in-depth essay about Lenin's activities in 1919 next to an
article about Street Rod 2, can you?
"The Comintern" began its run on May 24, 1995, and eventually ceased
publication on October 29th, 1995. Thankfully it didn't stop production
until after my favourite article from that era was published (My Trip To
Alberta, Land of the Fascist, by The BoSS MC - originally published in
"The Comintern" #9, reprinted in "The Neo-Comintern" installment 13).
Then, in early 1998 (Holy shit! Almost four years ago!), BMC
decided to start the clockwork up again. You see, he was working in a
mill, and probably needed some sort of creative outlet other than
edgebanding. The Comintern was re-launched as The Neo-Comintern, now an
internet-based magazine. The original website was very similar to what
you see today, except for the fact that it looked horrible -- just yellow
text on a red background. Actually, the only similarity is that you
could read the magazine online.
Things continued that way until I volunteered my visual talents to
the project. BMC and I designed a page on a coffee napkin that gave The
Neo-Comintern the treatment that was needed. It must have impressed the
4 people per week that saw it, because they kept coming back. Later we
found out that it was just hits resulting from BMC, Komrade B, Wayne and
myself viewing the page.
Soon we decided to publish a print version of the magazine. The
magazine wasn't for the purpose of making money, but was envisioned as a
promotional tool for the website. How's that for different, hey? Making
people pay for the advertising to a free website? Love it! (And, once
again I was drafted to re-design the website)
Now, there's an ironic twist to this bit. At that time, we were
using a URL-redirection service to bring people to the page. You would
type in "http://ncom.base.org" rather than the nasty
"http://www.sfn.saskatoon.sk.ca/~ad357" and the service would slide you
over to our page. Good idea, right? We thought so, too. That's why we
emblazoned the shorter address on the bottom of every page of the print
magazine.
Ha ha -- guess what happened the day we printed 200 copies?
Monolith, the redirection company, went bankrupt. The address we paid to
have advertised in 200 copies of a magazine we busted our asses on for a
couple months had vanished, and visitors got a blank page. Funny as
fuck, what do you say?
Still, the hits to the website slowly started to rise, thanks in no
small part to the ads that BMC and I posted all around the local
university. As a matter of fact, we haven't done that for awhile... we
should -- it's kinda fun. At first.
The page was now being redirected from an address on another
magazine's page for a short time (http://www.yip.org/ncom), until in
early 1999 we moved to the space provided by mega-giant high-speed
internet provider @Home. Of course, the site was re-designed yet again.
At this point in The Neo-Comintern's history, we started seeing
articles by writers who weren't us under pseudonyms or STUYA. Junior
Haagis (with whom I watched a bunch of Father Ted episodes last night)
joined during this era, and he's still here. Margarina Cataclysma came
onboard about a year later. We've also been picking up strays along the
way.
And we lost one, too. Komrade B sadly passed away on November 5,
1999 (exactly 44 years since Doc Brown discovered time travel), and we
and we did in his death something we never would have considered during
his life. We dedicated a very special issue to him.
I'm told that's it's always tough losing someone, but after a
couple of weeks we didn't even notice he was gone. Even now, I'm not the
least bit depressed writing about his tragic end. To tell you the truth,
I'm laughing -- because I'm here and he's not, and I get to see this next
phase in the magazine and he doesn't. Also, I get to live, and he doesn't
(because he died).
That brings us to the year 2000 -- a little closer to the present,
and a little fresher in the minds of most of you. In fact, I would
imagine that most of you reading this were with us in that period. I
wasn't, really. It would seem I wasn't too active during that period.
But I have popped up every 20 installments or so with a real corker!
So, what's happened recently? Well, @Home went bankrupt and prompted
us to move to our own domain and server. We picked up Heckat and others,
and continue to bring you the finest in literature. And issue 5 of the
print magazine is nearing completion. Also, we now have literally
hundreds of people reading our new releases every week! So do yourself a
favour and read over the first 175 installments if you haven't already;
it's writing from the simpler days of The Neo-Comintern -- starting with
four guys who would get drunk n' high and write (sometimes all at once)
about video games, alcohol, politics, and work (sometimes all at once),
and ending with Reuban O'Neill bidding a fond Adieu.
Also, make sure you pay special attention to my work and familiarize
yourself with it, as I feel like I should be writing again. So it looks
like we'll all see alot more of each other in the times ahead. We
definitely appreciate your readership, and hope that it continues as long
as we do. Thankyou.
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