_ | \ | \ | | \ __ | |\ \ __ _____________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ _____________ | ___________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ ___________ | | | _/_/_____ | | > > _/_/_____ | | | | /________/ | | / / /________/ | | | | | | / / | | | | | |/ / | | | | | | / | | | | | / | | | | |_/ | | | | | | | | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | | | |________________________________________________________________| | |____________________________________________________________________| ...presents... The cDc #100 BamBam File by The cDc cultees >>> a cDc publication.......1989 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _______________________________________________________________________________ xXx preface xXx Hey there. For cDc's 100th release, we decided we'd do something a little special. This file is a hodge-podge of various writings from many of the cDc people, as well as some cDc propaganda thrown in for good measure. It will attempt to explain what we're about, as well as dispel some of the wrong ideas people have about our group. Hopefully, it'll be somewhat amusing as well as informative. We had planned on having this file out before the end of '88. There was a mad rush to get the last few files prior to this one out. Then, in late December, I had started putting this file together and stupidly overwrote hours of work with a 2k file on head-bashing or whatever. I was too sick of editing t-files then to restart on it, so we took a break from putting out any files for about 4 months. Now we're back with 4 new BBS systems in the glorious herd, and many more files in the future. We'll be around until we're all either sick of all this or dead, so watch for our stuff to come. Thanks to: all the cDc guys, past and present. The Egyptian Lover and Grand- master Flash for their systems, The Missing Link/Phreak Klass 2600 and The Red Raider/Pirates' Cabaret/Missing Link AE, and for their help in getting us started in telecom in '84. LOD/H. The Rocker and his Speed Demon Private [big influence on my own board], and his MetalliBashers' Inc. group (MBI). Erik and David Olson, Matt Storm, and Brandon and Ty Brewer (who are all geniuses). The Blade for the Metal AE. Anarchy, inc. and Neon Knights/Metal Communications for their file work in the past. Phantom Access. The Phrack people. The Snowman and his Pitstop AE/Metalland North/Red Light Section. Body Glove and the Iron League attempt. The various Metallands BBSs. The Atlantic Alliance BBS. Ripco BBS. Asmodeus Rex and OOTR (heh...). Black September and xORG. The Necrovore, The Usurper, and the Cross Of Iron project. The old Pan- Galactic Entropy crew. The old (pre *-fytrs) Byte Bastards BBS group. The Mad Hatter and Atom Ant of Down the Rabbit Hole BBS in 805. The Mountain Man. Digital Logic's Data Service. Sunspot and The Unholy Alliance. Red Knight and his cDc/Telecom group [good luck!]. Rubik and the cDc/Australia try [oh well...]. This is getting too long... all the telecom-related groups in various fields (h/p, cracking, whatever). All the interesting, cool people I've 'met' through telecom, all over. The people who were nice enough to include me in their conferences from time to time. Everyone I'm leaving out. Especially, anyone who's ever taken the time to put out a good, interesting t-file, the document of our times. -Swamp Rat 4/23/89 Editor, cDc communications _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ xXx contents xXx 1. "Dead Cows?" 2. "Retro Cow" 3. COW BEAT - Vol. 1, No. 1 4. cDc propaganda fun 5. miscellaneous mooings _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ xXx "Dead Cows?" xXx by Swamp Rat This section is a short part on the meaning of cDc and a little on its origins. cDc was started in July of 1986 by Franken Gibe (Bill), Sid Vicious (Brandon) and me (Kevin). We were all local to 806 (Lubbock, TX). The three of us were 15-16 years old at the time; Brandon and I were both running boards. Like most idiots starting a group, we didn't know why we wanted to have one, it just "seemed like a good idea at the time." Locally, we had had a small sysop association going, known as The Pan-Galactic Entropy. It was nothing really, but from it came the beginnings of our little group. We got together with some of the other local people in the same age range who were 'into' telecom and began helping each other out with the 'shadier' areas of the hobby. Thus, a group. It seemed like we should have a name. Logical assumption, right? So we deliberated a while over this. During a 'chat' with Brandon, we came up with the name, "Cult of the Dead Cow". Good as any, we supposed. And we didn't want something like all the others..."Mega-Elite Phreaks And Hackers Of Greater Cleveland" (MEPAHOGC). And no, it has nothing to do with Satanism. As a matter of fact, we almost decided on the name, "Cult of the Dead Potatoes" (cDp). For a while, the group floundered. The main problem people face when they decide to form a group is not lack of talent or ability, it's a lack of direction and definite goals. We had a bunch of people, several boards and a spiffy name, with nothing much to do. Most of the time in similar situations, groups break up. However, due to our stubbornness and/or stupidity, we stuck it out. During this time (late '86-mid '87), several of us had written t-files now and then. Suddenly it dawned on us, after we had written about 10 files, that we could specialize in file writing. Bill and I talked this over extensively and decided that's what we'd do. So cDc became a file-writing group. There are certain things that people can do in a group context that can't be done as well when working individually, and working with others in a group can be fun. You can, as a group, decide to put forth a message (possibly political) and be more effective with your combined efforts. Those are some real reasons for forming a telecom group. cDc continued with the file writing, and people continue to join the group and we have become a pretty prolific bunch. In the meantime, Sid-o "retired" from telecom. Last we heard, he was doing lots of drugs and playing guitar in a punk band. Franken Gibe writes an occasional file, but doesn't call out much. I call a few boards, do the minimum necessary to keep my board from crashing, and edit files when there's time. Most of the people in the group tend to be "liberal" oriented, and many of our files have a political or social message in them. We try to have files with good information, humor, fiction, music, poetry, magazine reprints, or whatever somebody happens to find interesting. We think of this as a sort of 'zine publishing, with telecom as the medium. Franken Gibe thought of a good phrase to express our attitude as a group, "telecom as the means, not the end." We focus on the end, hopefully human communications. Most other groups focus on telecom as a technology. That's the difference in our approach, something we're proud of. There's nothing wrong with pure h/p groups and what they do; people enjoy it as a challenge. However, we feel that that approach alone leaves something out. We've been attempting to fill that gap. _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ xXx "Retro Cow" xXx by Franken Gibe Two years. Two years since the inception of Cowism-Pragmatism. And what a stormy, whirlwind of a period it's been. Now that 1989 is breathing down our necks, and the old year has a day or two left till it crumbles into oblivion, I thought it'd be worthwhile to confess a few things. Funny things, stupid things, things you might want to know. This is not an apology by any means. It's a rough sketch of some of our rougher moments, anecdotes which should be written down. The lore on the other side of the pasture. o"Long before the skies would open", and the Cult was nothing, not even a concept, and Pangalactic Enema was simply a personal campaign directed against The Egyptian Lover (never mind, never mind), I found my way into the modem world. The modem world in general, the late Missing Link (806) in particular. The names were just names to me, names without faces or meaning. Lex Luthor, White Knight, Phantom Phreaker. This was the cusp of the beginning, and these names belonged to a young, second generation. Blotto and Sherwood Forest and Bioc Agent 007 had already stepped from the center of the telecom stage, persons and places distorted by the foggy mythos which is so distinctive and integral a part of the underground. Yeah, I was just an outside observer. A really disturbed one, at that. One of my handles was Fructoast, a bisexual prostitute fascinated by computer jocks. I stepped into the court of the telecom courtiers as a buffoon, a court jester. But I took my stupidity very seriously, and chafed under the oppressive hierarchy of the Informed Aristocracy. This is really where the Cult was born. Cultees should realize that they are the offspring of a telecom Reformation. The fundamental premise of the Cult was and is that wit, a sense of humor and esprit de corps, and the ability to express thoughts and personal philosophy succinctly and well are attributes as important as a detailed knowledge of a UNIX OS, or the local version of ESS. o The preceding paragraphy went further than I'd wished. I guess it is necessary to stress, though, that the Cult is a splinter group, the vanguard of a new movement. Before cDc, there were the Elite and the Loserz. It was a simple, feudal, pre-pubescent system of class discrimination, based on connections (primarily) and knowledge or experience in the h/p arts. Not to seem immodest, but cDc was really a liberating force. It mocked the self-seriousness of the Tcom Elite, it ignored the accepted conventions of behavior, and gave refuge to the anonymous legions who were interested in actually communicating, in somehow connecting on a more profound basis than h/p could offer. 100 files later, files of which only a notable few deal with h/p subjects at all, the Cult can retrospectively say it's been true to its mission. Yeah, the tactics did cause some problems, but things worked out. Maybe this is a good time to segue into the dirt I initially said I'd discuss. o [You had to have been there...] -by Racer X And the train just rolled into town And off this train, three gigantic panda bears did step And they were hungry, and they were hungry for For not just sexual favor They wanted something deeper, something more melodic Something more tangy, like fish soup So they made their way across the starry ocean sky, plank backwards And there, they did meet a fellow with a 'coonskin hat Who called himself, Matt He was just sitting there, playing the harmonica, playing the gittar He was just having a good ol' time, completely naked He was at one with nature It was his land, it was mighty Matt's land And there the squirrels did grow from out the plants that grew And the pandas, they just shook their fat faces and wondered, "What's wrong with this guy? Why ain't he got no clothes?" And then, they shook their might paws up into the sky And they heard a voice from up above, that shouted down to them, "You fucking assholes. You guys are such fucking assholes! Leave 'im alone, leave 'im alone! You guys are such fucking assholes." _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ In closing: something important to remember with death threats between pirates and senseless "wars" over egos and such. "This isn't real life, you unplug your modem and it's gone, this is supposed to be enjoyment..." -The Gonif, years ago. _ _ _____________________________________________________________________ /((___))\|The Convent..........619/475-6187 The Dead Zone.........214/522-5321 [ x x ] |Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362 Greenpeace's IGB......916/673-8412 \ / |Milliways............718/428-6776 PURE NIHILISM.........517/337-7319 (' ') |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194 The Switchboard.......718/358-9209 (U) |===================================================================== .ooM |(c)1989 cDc communications by The cDc cultees 04/24/89-#100 \_______/|All Rights Pissed Away.