If you’re anything like me, you’ve been losing sleep recalling all the words you’ve read and people you’ve heard saying that you need to make your voice heard, get out, enact changes, be involved, and all that nonsense. You know, stuff like the entire last issue of Visions, the letters that Viqar “the Vicar” Hussein has been putting in The Spectrum, and the conspiracy theorist long-hair who is always bitching on this backpage. And since I bested the Wiffer in a Roshambo contest for this backpage, I figured this was as good a time as any to make an important announcement: the formation of the Generation Nation.

The Generation Nation, founded by us, populated by you, will be our new base of operations for all of our covert actions and subterfuge. It’s high time we seceded from the rest of the campus publication groups anyway. Visions smells like ass, and I think that The Spectrum just came home drunk and ralphed all over their pages.

Back in 1984, when this magazine rose from the ashes of The Current, nobody had even heard of the Internet. But now it’s as popular with news networks as crack was in the early ‘90s. It’s everywhere, everybody’s doing it, and it’s addictive as hell.

But what does this entail, you ask? Not a whole lot, really. Basically, Generation is staking out a landclaim on the “World Wide Web” (do people still use that term?) and will now host one of those new-fangled Myspaces featuring a blog for all the editors and perhaps an occasional morsel of interactive material. Like a poll. Or a webcast. Maybe even a contest where you could have the chance to win a blut(!!1) wrap autographed by all of us editors. Who the hell knows?

I mean, I’ve heard through reputable sources that these “blogs” and “podcasts” and “internets” are all the rage these days. So, we might as well take advantage of that. After all, paper and ink is so last millennium.

But here’s the kicker, Generation Nation: we can use this space to keep in touch with you, and you with us, more directly, more immediately, and more full-frontal-nudity’dly. Well, maybe not so much that last one, but the former two anyway.

Thought last week’s issue had too many words and not enough Sudoku puzzles? Let us know. Disagree with the 2/10 score that The Depressnix and Rain of Salty Tears of Emo Boys concert got? Fuckin’ let us know. Want to submit a personal or an “I’m Right, You’re Wrong” question without having to find the tiny little box in an obscure part of the Union? Do it. Or, if you just need to add another friend to Myspace to look more popular, now you can. You can even bring examples of injustice and tyranny to our attention (put it in the form of a personal, if you must).

The way I see it, if Hollywood producers can just use Myspace to host info on their latest remake of a crappy movie that was originally released last year, why can’t we use it? And we’ve got the drop on the other campus-based publications. So when The Spectrum forms a Myspace page or blog next week and advertises it as their original idea, you, the Generation Nation, can just point and laugh. And don’t worry about feeling bad for them, just look at the page to your right. They hate you anyway.

Check out the Generation Nation on the web at www.myspace.com/generationnation.