Oblivion Speaks
Well, it's been another three, four, six months since the last issue, but that doesn't bother any of us here. We're cool. We can handle it. It's no reason to panic. It's all good. It's all good.
Much has been happening here at oblivion. Unfortunately for Jestapher, real life got in the way and he moved to Seattle to further his education. Wheeler, who was living with me due to a motherly desertion, was finally kicked out of my house by my parents and lives in a trailer in a trailer park behind a supermarket somewhere. I on the other hand have had no such social earthquakes come to disrupt my routine. But that's not to say stuff hasn't been happening to oblivion itself.
Oblivion is now located on its very own server, which means we can reward our writers by giving them shell accounts with email and webspace all kinds of fun stuff like that. All you angstful readers take note. You could someday be [insert name here]@oblivion.net! This issue is jam packed with oppression, anti-oppression, oppression-based angst and, of course, news. Also, oblivion is hosting gobs of new pro-youth zines and websites, such as YouthSpeak, Undumb, Americans for a Society Free from Age Restrictions and The Last. We've also got the obv-talk mailing list, which is the premier source for youth rights news. Check the oblivion.net sites out cause they all rock.
Anyways, there is really no good excuse for our extreme tardiness, so you'll all have to live with it. In fact, oblivion may get weirder in the coming year due to the fact that the entire original staff will be either in or entering the world of higher education. This excludes Pueblo, the intern Wheeler spoke of last issue who I could never seem to meet. Apparently, he left to pursue a better offer with "Esquire." In fact, only one of the origional writers isn't at this very moment in some higher learning "establishment." For all of you just tuning in, high school sucks.
Funny thing happened the other day. I'm a sort of network administrator guy at my school for all the PC's around. So I'm walking down one of the four main halls, far far from the servers, and the announcement lady come on the PA and announces that the school's power is going to be shut down in under five minutes. I had no choice but to sprint down the hall, through another hall and interrupt a class just so I could get to the gigantic bank of servers before they all crashed. To cut a long story short, I saved the day seconds before the room went black. Turns out a telephone pole caught fire. Go me. Go oblivion.