Jake Kouns (Rulers of Chaos)
February 2, 2002
Richmond, VA
862-mile Trip (360 Plane, 502 Car)
3 Hours
E-mail zel@bbsdocumentary.com

roc-0195.zip () ROC ANSI Pack: Merge with Triad (January, 1995)
roc-0395.zip () ROC rulers of chaos ArtPack 0395 with viewer ANSI/RIP/JPEGs and S3M sound.
roc-0495.zip () ROC ArtPack 0495 with viewer. ANSI/RIP/JPEGs
roc-0795.zip () Rulers of Chaos July 1995 Art Pack
roc-1095.zip () Rulers of Chaos October 1995 Art Pack
roc-0895.zip () Rulers of Chaos August 1995 Art Pack
roc-0995.zip () Rulers of Chaos September 1995 Pack: Jake Kouns Leaves ROC, One Year Anniversary
roc-1049.zip () ROC rulers of chaos ArtPack November, 1994
tfh.txt () Usenet Posting from September of 1994 mentioning Too Fucking Hostile BBS
roc-1194.zip () Rulers of Chaos November, 1994 Art Pack (Second Pack)
roc-1195.zip () Rulers of Chaos November, 1995 Art Pack
roc-1294.zip () Rulers of Chaos December 1994 Art Pack (Third Pack) "Never Thought We'd Make it"
roc-1295.zip () ROC ArtPack 1295 December of Jesus Year 1995 Pack #15 ANSI/RIP/JPEGs and S3M sound.
roc-best.zip () The Best of ROC, by Soren (Silver Rat) (1998)

Meeting Jake was like running into your old friend from elementary school who who really cool but his family or your family moved away. He was friendly, outgoing, funny, and was as excited about the whole project as I was. Jake is the guy you find at the back of a party, beer in hand, ready to save you from banal chatter with whatever stuff you feel like talking to. As a result, we ended up spending a lot of our time just chatting about the documentary and about all the cool things in his house. It's funny how you can share so much good will with someone who you've never actually met before. The power of BBSes.

Jake had an apartment all his own in a condo development, a cool place for one person, with two bedrooms (one made into a computer room), a dining room, and a big ol' leather-couch-filled living room. Just the kind of place to hang out and play with the PS2 and talk with your buddies. I took a tour of his place, and saw the futon I'd be sleeping on, where I piled my junk.

I started to get really worried about the sound at this point. The microphone I'd purchased before heading on my Washington/Richmond trip wasn't working with the camera, and Jake and I loaded into his new (-ly purchased) vette and drove down to the music store. I saw some mics there that would be perfect, but I couldn't just drop the $300 right there. I decided we'd have to make do with the one I had.

During the ride out to the music store and to get a meal, we ended up in a little impromptu drag race with a ready-to-rock modified Japanese car. Jake got that smile I can remember on all sorts of old friends, and we went for it, blowing the competitor into the dust. We laughed and kept driving, only to hear a horrible noise to our left as our foe, wanting to show something for all his modification efforts, rumbled past us. He was obviously flooring the poor thing, and we heard a horrible sound from somewhere in its depths, and he slowed down to a crawl, while we glided past.

We went back and used the onboard microphone, which works well but has relatively bad echo in a room. I don't think it's overpowering, because you can see the room he's in, and I'd gotten some good interviews before with the mic, but I knew after this trip that the proper mic was paramount.

Jake's interview went really well; we covered his days with his old machines, his rise into ANSI, and his BBS, Too Fucking Hostile, which he ran until he went off to college, at the same time quitting his ANSI Group, the Rulers of Chaos. We did several setups, filming him in front of his fishtank, his dining room, and facing his hallway (for variety). By the third hour, we'd covered a ton. A lot of his answers about things not directly reflecting Rulers of Chaos or his BBS had that great "Yeah, that was the thing to know about" tone which comes in very useful in a documentary (someone to cut to to say "I remember that." with a big smile). It's one of the reasons that one of the first video captures I put up on the BBS Documentary site was of Jake.

I slept well on that Futon, and headed out the next morning, speaking for a few minutes with Jake, who didn't leave his bed to say goodbye, exactly like I would have. I missed hanging with him the minute I drove away.