People at Symposium`98

                         Marginal notes by a borderliner
                                  called Tassle



What`s more lovely in times of Easter to go to that place where one can find
the biggest sweets of the Scene: Steeler`s balls. Never miss it again if you
did so far, guys! Notice that after this special invention of 97`s
Mekka/Symposium the number of girls increased. Maybe also the numbers...

Even the proposal-of-marriage-rate grew 100% this year, and isn`t that
impressive: Come to Fallingbostel and marry! In fact AEG/Smash Designs C-64
asked his girlfriend Barbara to marry him in the last part of his demo.
The young beauty roamed onto the stage to whistly her 'Yes.' How cute.
Anyway a good prove to show how goddammned mad the participators really went.

More than crazy went Clary/Crux when she noticed she missed her Amiga demo on
the big screen. Maybe the good vibes (of music or some stuff like that) in
that demo made the miracle (=prodigy) come true: The organizers showed the
demo once again after the compo on request of RokDaZone on behalf of her.
Who could have been happier than three participated Sceners in that moment?
Fierce voices whisper gossips into our ears that he needed some weed to
convince Steeler, but this can't be as no drugs were allowed, right? 

Quite lucky the subjects who had to try out the (silent) sleeping tent.
Lucky since the tents exit wasn`t frozen so they were able to escape from the
enormous heating.

An also extraordinary hot atmosphere felt the Sceners at the environmental
compo, getting out disks from a foamy filled pool. By mouth. Arms, legs and
other parts of the body tied. The meadow near the hall became an underwear
catwalk and the first "Mister Wet Longjohns" beat all "Miss Wet T-shirts"
ever.

Unbeaten was a really impressive demonstration how alcohol harms the brain or
at least some sort of rudimental cerebellum. This demonstration has been well
contrasted by a brilliant "Chiptune-a-capella performance", so the
braindamage was obvious for everyone able to understand organizer`s English.

Remember: To make a fool out oneself without noticing is simply stupid.
To bring your own camping chair is cool. XXX is our hero of the day. 

Loser of the day surely Acryl/Scoopex. Not that we would mention him gained
some more overweight. Nopes, much more dramatically. He lost a tooth-bracket
in the first alcoholic night. When he woke up 300,- DM were missing in his
mouth. Not to speak about the fact that he looked like cartoon character each
time he smiled afterwards.

Some further braindamage clustered within the Birdhouse Projects-dungeon,
crowned by some Burger King-caused case of BSE. Thank god it`s not
infectious, although the BP Stickers spreaded like the flu.

Despite some rumours tell that Artwork died by an Infect, there are only one
ex-Infect and four ex-Artwork members who founded a new group.
Nomen est omen. Endzeit.

Just to celebrate this and some french drink called "beer", Santa Claus/TRSI
invented the "Oldskíl" at the end of Easter Sunday. Well done of the polyglot
belgian post illustrator!

A completely different case was celebrated by Ghandy: He coordinated his
brandnew red hair with green trousers. Congratulations! 

Another fresh Matrix proved that even PC demos can reach high quality when
the members are descendent from Amiga. Even when their musician, Skyphos, ran
around like a chicken after the compo: "Will we win? Be or not to be first?"
Surely you`ll know the results, don`t you?

No chicken but at least several roasters must have been wolfed by Dr. Dreyer
when back in Denmark. Blame it on the bank holidays, when you`ve got only
Danish Crowns and no EC-Card. Next time ask earlier for some food, `kay? 

At the end just a little link for those who didn`t get the message and those
who`d like to have some visual impressions of this event: on ftp.chez.com
you`ll find more than 80 sceneshots by Santa.

Tasted blood? See ya` next year!