nnnnnn nnn nnn nnn $ $$ $ $$ $$b $ $$ $$nd$b .d$$b. $`$b $ .d$$b. .d$$b. $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $ `$b $ $$ $$ $$ $$ nnn $$ $$ $$ $$"""" $ `$b$ $$"""" $$ $$ """ nSSn nSSi SSn "Sbnn" nSn `SS "Sbnn" "SbdS" .nP"=$$ $P nnn TM $$ "" `n' n$$nnn $$ .d$$b. $$$nd$bnd$b nnn $$$nd$b $$ .d$$b. $$$nd$b $$$nd$b $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ S$ $$ $$ $$ i$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$"""" $$ $$ $$ "SbndS" "SbdS" nSSi SSn SSn nSSi nSSi SSn "Sbn" "Sbnn" nSSi nSSi SSn .......... ......... ........ ....... ...... ..... .... ... .. . . . . . . . . .. ... .... ..... ...... ....... ........ ......... .......... t h e n e o - c o m i n t e r n e l e c t r o n i c m a g z i n e I n s t a l l m e n t N u m b e r 1 0 7 LANOITANRETNI ht5 EHT ERA EW - WE ARE THE 5th INTERNATIONAL 0002 ,ts12 yaM - May 21st, 2000 CMB :rotidE - Editor: BMC :sretirW - Writers: sigaaH roinuJ - Junior Haagis CMB - BMC d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P Featured in this installment .b $ $ $ The Secret Origin Files (Part Two)- Junior Haagis $ $ Winter Man- BMC $ `q p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' EDITOR'S NOTE Well if there's one thing The Comintern is all about, it's sequels. The first chapter of Junior Haagis' "Secret Origin Files" has recieved critical acclaim in Addis Ababa and Cyprus, and the Haagis Official Fan Club has been founded in New York City, soon to sweep the world with international chapters springing up all over the globe. The second book has been recieving rave reviews regionally, and it is sure to knock ya sox off. Enjoy. When "Summer Man" debuted back in the summer of '86, nobody thought much of it. When its spin-offs, "Spring Man" and "Autumn Man," were released (in '91 and '97 respectively), nobody paid much attention to that either. In Spring 2000, "Summer Man" was re-released, this time to a worshipping crowd. They loved the things Summer Man could do for them, and there was peace... for awhile. In this issue we are releasing the fourth pillar of this collection, appropriately called "Winter Man." Our critics predict that this chapter will be ignored by the masses in the same manner that all of the rest were. Oh, and there is another thing I would like to mention. I live in Regina now, and we all know that the name is Latin for Queen. The city is named for Queen Victoria who was the ruler of Britain when Canada became a nation, and Victoria Day (May 24th) is a celebration of her birthday. I think it is really neat that I am able to spend this holiday in a city named after the same thing! I guess nobody else thinks it is cool, though, because the long weekend has torned the city into a ghost town! That's enough edutainment for 2day. d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P THE SECRET ORIGIN FILES- PART TWO .b `q by Junior Haagis p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' Tonite's Episode - PROJECT TITAN PART II - WHERE THE HELL'S THE ENGINE BELL ON THIS THING? *We resume our story some 26 months later at the Suyez launch pad, eight miles outside of Minsk in the former Soviet Union. Over two years of preparation has led to this point. On the verge of embarking on the greatest adventure a humaniac has ever encountered, my mind reminisces about the events that brought us here today. From a euphoric dream on a cold September night, to the realization of life on another planet, to an unrelated murder charge that could've derailed the whole deal hadn't a certain star witness met with an unscheduled appointment with his maker with the word 'snitch' gauged accross his shoulderblades. Heeyah,baby. Now here's how I got my rocket. My campaign to raise support for this monumental project was long and rigorous. The funds on the other hand were a cinch, seeing as my magic ziploc mysteriously, and exponentially produces an exact amount of $92.78 in the period of a week on a bi-monthly basis.Scarey as all hell, mind ya. The problem was, no one was willing to construct us an inter-stellar vehicle capable of holding two to three crewmen for the duration that was projected. The technology just did not exist. After lobbying to such companies as Boeing, Aerospace, Heward Packard-Bell, and Ma Abrahms (an Ozark-based jet propulsion manufacturer), our efforts were stunted for a short duration. Then, like some devine capitalist deity intervention, a source from the U.K. approached us. An independant company called Comet Enterprises, came accross our shoppers ad while watching their stories one Monday afternoon. Through our quickly established association, we learned that 'Comet' was comprised of former members of the world-famed D'Havilland Aeronautics, who were dismissed from that corporation after the great English jet-airliner tragedies of the 50's. 'Comet's' company name was that of the doomed airliner of the time known as the D'Havilland Comet developed for British Airways. It seemed that through a series of mid-air depressurizations and subsequent fuselage ruptures, no fully complimented Comet of passengers and crew that got off the ground ever made it safely down again. This went on for months. Then they learned of mid-air depressurization and subsequent fuselage rupturing. Then they asked the obvious question,"What is mid-air depressurization and subsequent fuselage rupturing?". Then someone told them. Then they said,"Say again?". Then that person, rather irritated, repeated himself. Then they asked,"What can we do about mid-air depressurization and subsequent fuselage rupturing?" Then that person said," How the hell should I know? I'm only Cambridge Professor Ian Tolsten; leading English authority in the science of aeronautical physics for the last ten years. I'll kick your ass." Renewed in the knowledge that what they had was fundamentally everyone's worst nightmare, the boys at D'Havilland went to work on restoring the company's good name by recreating the Comet with things like mid-air depressurization and subsequent fuselage rupturing well in mind. But all too soon, funding was cut do to the reallocation of finances to disaster victims and their families. The soaring terrestrial eagle known as "the Comet" would never fly , depressurize, rupture, plummet, impact, skid, and then roll-up into a huge,jagged metal ball..(uh)..again. Figuring these guys knew more about this stuff than we did, we entered an agreement wherein they would design our spacecraft, light, and get away. In return we would hand over the mysterious ziploc, by which time had now stopped producing money. The simple explanation of this, we surmized, was that the bag was getting old and tired and through some sort of dishonesty on our part, probably never produced any money at all. "That's okay.", they said,"That's okay." Over the next six months, the fellas from R&D came up with many design schematics, most of which looked like a substandard jet-airliner sitting vertically on a launch-pad. When someone from our group, as an example, showed them a picture of a Polaris missile, the boys from Comet laughed out loud and replied,"You gotta be kiddin'us! That's a rocket!" Wherein we reimplied the fact that that's what we wanted. They went on laughing, saying that that kind of propulsion wasn't necessary in order to reach Heathrow from Glasgow's Tavishtan International. Once again,we reimplied that we wanted to go to Titan, a moon of the ringed planet Saturn. Eighteen months later, we reconvened, and now the people at Comet Enterprises had come up with a more suitable design that was stout at the bottom and pointy at the top. There were no luggage compartments or drink carts, and absolutely no available stand-by seating at reduced rates. What we had was a rocket. And more so, it looked like it could get the job done. With the plans now sent off to manufacterers to begin construction, I could now focus on other things such as the first contact scenerios necessary for when we touch-down in one of Titan's vastly populated cities. How would I conduct myself? What would I say? What would I wear? Are khaki's on their world considered a sinful, revealing garb meant only to shock? As our window for launch quickly approached, I go through these notions over and over in my mind. But out of them all, one thought is predominant. Once I arrive, would I ever want to return to the place where I once called home? Earth? And that other place just like it? Kinda like Earth but has this sort of..a little more...it's got this... an ill-reputed..kinda...oh wait! No that's..that's still Earth. For a minute there I thought..I was thinking of someplace else that made me think there was two..different..places. Okay now the rockets' built. We're in it. Here we go. But now I've gone on too long for this installment. Even longer than the last. We'll have to sit on this 'til next time. It's called PLOT DEVELOPMENT PEOPLE! There's no way around it, okay?!! (Sorry folks. We'll have outer-space in the next one.) d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P WINTER MAN .b `q by BMC p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' Looks like a job for Winter Man. In '76, we got lots of money for a research grant so we decided to do some research on the top 5 seasons or something. Real scientists said it couldn't be done, because we didn't know anything about science or have any real idea about what to do, the project didn't have any merit, nobody would care about the findings, there are only four seasons, etc, etc...but that didn't stop us from accepting the money! And when we got our survey results back, they were surprising... We asked 100 Saskatchewan residents what season they like the most, and here are the unlikely results: Winter 35% Summer 34% Autumn 20% Spring 10% Fishing 1% (the fishing one is from when we asked Wayne and he made a wack attempt at humour) Nobody knows for sure why winter has grown so popular over the last 10 years (statistics not available), but we have come up with a few amazing responses of our own. In our interviews, we have heard the following reasons for loving the winter over all other seasons, particularly the summer. -You don't have to change clothes as often (ie jackets and shoes), because you will not be able to face the weather outside anymore. -You don't sweat in the winter (unless you get hot)! -You don't have to use the W.C. in the winter (if you are a bear or other hibernating animal). -You don't have to run for blocks chasing the ice cream truck, because the ice cream man is on unemployment for the winter. -Females dress more modestly, making it easier for males to concentrate on work, school, etc. -It doesn't rain in the winter (except for the rare and deadly, and interesting "freezing rain"). -It helps save space in the overnight lockup at the local police station, because police can murder drunks out by the Queen Elizabeth power plant. -In winter, people fuck more cause there is nothing better to do. Just see how many of your friends' birthdays are in the summer!* -In winter, you can run a fucker down and blame the ice and get off scotch free.* *Idea suggested by Gnarly Wayne. All other ideas by The BMC WORKS CITED .d&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&b. ___________________________________________________ |THE COMINTERN IS AVAILIABLE ON THE FOLLOWING BBS'S | |~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| | BRING ON THE NIGHT (306) 373-4218 | | CLUB PARADISE (306) 978-2542 | | THE GATEWAY THROUGH TIME (306) 373-9778 | |___________________________________________________| | Website at: http://members.home.com/comintern | | Email BMC at: thebmc@home.com | |___________________________________________________| .d&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&b. Copyright 2000 by The Neo-Comintern #107-05/21/00 All content is property of The Neo-Comintern. 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