Diskmags
What the fuck? Why are diskmags still provoking such heated adversity amongst sceners? Even those who disregard them as being relics of an extinct era generally react positively to their continued manifestations by giving thumbs up on pouet.net; even where they react negatively, they somehow vindicate diskmags’ existence by expending such effort on the scene-wide discourse. Is it because they’re evocative of those treasured artefacts of nostalgia - the pre-Web mags, distributed on mailed and copied floppy disks? Perhaps because some people genuinely appreciate the focused editorial intent at work behind a diskmag, which selects for them the important, relevant and entertaining nuggets of subject matter (this not being meant to sound cynical, since it’s a function that we traditionally sought from our mass-media news agencies over the years until it too was subsumed by the possibilities of the Web). Or maybe it’s because as participants in the demoscene, people appreciate the technical and artistic concept of a single, insular production which exhibits a skilful arrangement of art, music and user-interface.
Well I don’t fucking know. I just wanted to write something on yet another free blog.
