http://www.reflexsounds.com/April_articles_2006.html
We've finally launched it. There will be some adjustments as we go, but it's finally up and running. The top left of the home page will also show whichever article is the most current, and we'll have archives as we get enough to warrant it.
The idea is to have a new article every week, with topics ranging widely depending on who's submitting. I'm more political and social in my writing topics, others might be reviewers of music, some might be technical articles about how to layer a track or work an effect; it really is up to the writer. We will accept submissions from outside Reflex and you will get a byline; however, we do reserve the right to edit for grammar, spelling and in some cases length.
We also intend, as we get all of it sorted, to have a paper newsletter including the articles for the month available at our events (mostly in Orlando) and events that let us give them out. So on top of being on our front page, you'll be in print, too.
The start of our weekly articles...
Second article, "History Rewritten" by Bela:
http://www.reflexsounds.com/April_articles_2006.html
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Next one by BelaVeda:
"By fifteen, I was already an established oddity in my high school. Reputations followed students closely, since we’d all known one another from Kindergarten onward, and my reputation happened to be that of the school witch, for lack of a better term. This was never to my complete dismay until the sporadic occasions where girls like Shannon, Freshman Hun and arch-nemesis of anyone shy, had been thwacked in the face with a mysteriously deviated tennis ball during gym and gave me a deeply suspicious and sour stare from across the courts, or when some other act of misfortune occurred in my presence and was thus promptly attributed to my presence. Those silent and astoundingly silly accusations were the worst part of being the so-called school witch."
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"By fifteen, I was already an established oddity in my high school. Reputations followed students closely, since we’d all known one another from Kindergarten onward, and my reputation happened to be that of the school witch, for lack of a better term. This was never to my complete dismay until the sporadic occasions where girls like Shannon, Freshman Hun and arch-nemesis of anyone shy, had been thwacked in the face with a mysteriously deviated tennis ball during gym and gave me a deeply suspicious and sour stare from across the courts, or when some other act of misfortune occurred in my presence and was thus promptly attributed to my presence. Those silent and astoundingly silly accusations were the worst part of being the so-called school witch."
Read more here.
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Next little rant by me:
Warnings
"The next person too busy sucking down a double quarter pounder with fat to see the damn light has turned from red to green is going to get a crossbow bolt through the back of their 60,000 ton Suburban Asshole Enclosure. And to the fucker who flicked me off when I hit the horn for notification…if I ever see your sub sandwich chewing, green spittle drooling, triple chinned fat face anywhere, ever, I’m going to choke you with a whole loaf of French bread and sing Joy to the World the whole fucking time.
*gagstrugglethud* “Joy to the world! All the boys and girls! Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me!” *hacksputtercoughdie* "
Read more here.
Warnings
"The next person too busy sucking down a double quarter pounder with fat to see the damn light has turned from red to green is going to get a crossbow bolt through the back of their 60,000 ton Suburban Asshole Enclosure. And to the fucker who flicked me off when I hit the horn for notification…if I ever see your sub sandwich chewing, green spittle drooling, triple chinned fat face anywhere, ever, I’m going to choke you with a whole loaf of French bread and sing Joy to the World the whole fucking time.
*gagstrugglethud* “Joy to the world! All the boys and girls! Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me!” *hacksputtercoughdie* "
Read more here.