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Hi. I'm RJ Mical, one of the people who<br />
created the Amiga computer. Mark and Bcnn,<br />
the editors of this magazine, have daringly<br />
invited me to wax Amiga-esque for you folks.<br />
The sane among you won't want to read this<br />
article, and should stop now. To those of you<br />
who intend on reading this article: well then,<br />
wax I will, until your foreheads are shiny.<br />
Ready?<br />
As I understand it, the goal of Info magazine<br />
is to get real information into the hands of its<br />
readership. I thought about that, and decided<br />
that I might best contribute to this noble effort<br />
by revealing to you one of the least known,<br />
most interesting facts about the Amiga: the<br />
secret of how we created the Amiga computer.<br />
You might be surprised to learn the truth<br />
about this. Many people think that we worked<br />
long and hard to create the Amiga, but that's<br />
not so. Actually, it was very easy to create the<br />
Amiga; we did it in one afternoon. Impossible,<br />
you say? Well it's true. We were able to pull<br />
off this fantastic feat because we had access to<br />
an amazing device known as the Amiga<br />
Joyboard. Let me tell you about it ... The<br />
Joyboard was created in 1983 by a company<br />
named Amiga Computer, Inc., a company<br />
which ostensibly made computer game<br />
peripherals such as joyboards and joysticks.<br />
The joyboard was in fact a joystick designed to<br />
be stood on. It was great fun to play skiing<br />
and surfing games using the joyboard, and<br />
seriously fun with Olympic sports games that<br />
required a lot of running in place, though of<br />
course these were usually more exhausting than<br />
enjoyable.<br />
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by Robert J. Mical<br />
Kids loved the Amiga joyboard. Suzy<br />
Chaffce -- you might remember her as Suzy<br />
Chapstick - loved the joyboard too. Suzy was<br />
(and probably still is) an excellent skier. She<br />
appeared on morning news programs and at toy<br />
fairs playing a skiing game to demonstrate the<br />
Amiga joyboard. She wore ski clothing,<br />
carried poles, and had some fun pretending to<br />
ski on the joyboard. We had some fun<br />
watching her do this.<br />
Somewhere in the Amiga building there still<br />
floats a trophy that had been awarded to Suzy<br />
but which she abandoned in our offices. The<br />
last time I saw her I reminded her of this<br />
trophy, but she shook her head no and that<br />
statue has haunted us since. It looks like a<br />
hood ornament from a 50's car on acid. I<br />
thought I'd finally buried it for good when I<br />
left Amiga, but it has craftily unearthed itself<br />
since. I'd made the mistake of not burying it<br />
with a joyboard at its side. But while the<br />
public watched Suzy balance on a joyboard, in<br />
the dark back rooms of Amiga's main building<br />
the Amiga team used the joyboard for an<br />
altogether different purpose. We used it to<br />
play The Zen Meditation Game.<br />
The object of this game was to sit completely<br />
motionless on the joyboard for as long as<br />
possible while contemplating the complete<br />
nothingness of the vast emptiness of the<br />
immaterial void, or something like that. If you<br />
reached nirvana you got big bonus points. I've<br />
known some people who played this game very<br />
well, even without the benefit of a joyboard.<br />
It was one of the greatest games ever made.<br />
OK, so maybe it wasn't exactly one of the<br />
greatest games ever made, but it had its<br />
moments. We created the Amiga computer<br />
while playing this game. Imagine this scene<br />
from the early days of Amiga:<br />
We sat motionless atop high chairs with eyes<br />
closed and hands and fingers raised in<br />
enlightened poses. Our legs were crossed, and<br />
beneath our bottoms were Amiga joyboards.<br />
There was a faint hum in the air, the thought<br />
song of machine and man. It was our chant,<br />
our mechanized mantra; we were all deep in<br />
meditation. A nearby dog barked, and its