March 2001 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: I was never good at forming a coherent argument
by ribena-queen 15 Mar '01

15 Mar '01

re: Smithkline fascists testing on wee puppies. It's evil I know :o( but I don't drink Ribena going "mwahahaha there goes another consignment of beagles". I can't help my addiction, and I'm certainly not gonna give it up. Perhaps hypocritically and to redeem myself I have been a member of the BUAV (British Union for the Abolition of Vivisection) since I was 11. But as Robin pointed out, the bigwig evil corporate gits own all the things we love. Look at Nestle and their baby killing antics. It's a mad, sad, bad world, and I don't think me stopping loving bena is gonna change that. I'll shut up about it instead. God I feel all miserable now. That track three on FYHCYWLAP reminds me very muchly of old (very old, circa 1983) Pulp. And also of Leonard Cohen. It's not bad, but it's not very B&S. I don't think I belong here with you people. *runs back to the enfolding arms of Jeepster* I may be gone for some time. Lucy xoxo +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Purple schmurple
by vodkabird＠gurlmail.com 15 Mar '01

15 Mar '01

Hullo, I think I'm becoming a bit of a reactionary lately; only posting about the current list trend. That's probably because any original post would be too smutty, and I would have *complaints* (except not from Ken) Speaking of Lord Red Bull, he had a good point in reply to that ribena-queen's post. When I was a student, though, I drank chocolate milk in preference to Ribena. You can get a whole prawn cocktail/steak and chips/sponge pud meal out of a carton of Cadbury's chocolate milk. Rather like an everlasting gobstopper, from dodgy kids' film 'Willy Wonka and his wheels of steel'. Charlie was a goody-goody *anyway*..I liked that Mike Teevee; give him ten years to get rid of those spots and he'd have been the man for me, bringing me cakes and stuff as I lay on the sofa unable to move. Anyway, 4 weeks today and I shall be trundling my way up to bonny Scotland, so if any of you lot know of anything exciting which will be happening, let me know. I'll have to drag myself out of bed and away from the passion at some point :) Love you all VB xxxxx PS. This worrying trend in vodka/Ribena combos *must* stop now. That's as bad as drinking it with cola. Vodka, I mean, not Ribena. Being a Rebel's Fine at: http://www.angelfire.com/ia/trustnoone ________________________________________________________________________ --> get your free, private gURLmail account at http://www.gURLmail.com!! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: the bible is like a gun, it's glorious but not much fun
by blake 15 Mar '01

15 Mar '01

lovelies! hey. you. gorgeous. yes yes you! i must concur with dear genevieve. being on a spring break that doesn't synchronize with anyone else's break is a real drag. let's just say i'm going to bed really early these days. sigh. i'm chiming in a bit late on the whole girls with glasses thing, but.........they are undoubtedly the sexiest thing a girl can wear, in my opinion. i really don't know why. some people have foot fetishes, i have a glasses fetish, for reasons i cannot decipher. my heart simply melts away, falling into a little love ensconced puddle at my feet. so, there's some advice, ladies: read in the dark! your sexiness quotient will skyrocket. guaranteed. i'm in a really really sappy mood today after almost done with my rereading of "love in the time of cholera". while not a sappy book, it does elevate one's notion of love of being more than quick glances with a girl at your local foot locker. not to say i've ever done that. so upon my completion of the novel i've decided to not let those incredibly beautiful yet distant memories, like one from a post the other day about the guy and girl walking on different sides of the street, slip away. cross the street. damnit, cross the street. that's sort of the mentality i'm going for. of course, i've been doing that for a while, and it hasn't cashed in quite yet, including a semi love letter that went without reply (oh the horror!). we won't talk about that though. i was in the weight room the other day. i mentioned this before, but i'll reiterate. i'm no longer pale and skinny. now i'm pale and somewhat built. it's sort of sad. the other day i heard some girl say that skinny pale guys are sexy (i had never heard such a thing before). so it figures when i no longer fit into said category, it becomes a turn on. my luck. same thing happened when i got my braces off. not a week went by before i heard that "braces are sexy". you can imagine my distress. ok so i was in the weight room and a friend of mine came up and saw that i was wearing a b&s shirt. yes, a b&s shirt while lifting weights (never been done before, i don't think). he said he was a fan! so there we were, two college guys, pumping iron, talking b&s in the weight room. truly a scary moment but one so deranged and bizarre that i found it terribly hilarious. booooooo. uh. right. where was i? oh yea i told a pal of mine that occasionally i had smut dreams (you do too!) and now the moment right before he falls asleep he says, ritually: "smut dreams please". according to him, it hasn't worked yet. it easily beats loving yourself, though. i'm tired. sandwich first! love blake the nerdy shy eyed pacifist +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Haven't had a dream in a long time.
by Ruvi Simmons 15 Mar '01

15 Mar '01

I write this without any semblance of the quality control which, I assure you, I subject all my writings to. I am quite far from sober but, more importantly, I have had an absolutely atrocious night. It all began at 3pm and then progressed into an concert by the bland, dire Add N to (X), which was followed by a trip to the dreadful yet strangely alluring Candybox. It all ended with me almost having a breakdown in Picadilly Circus when I dropped my copy of Philip Larkin's The Whitsun Weddings in a puddle. I had been clinging to it, stroking it and lavishing love upon it in the absence of human company, and to have it slip from fingers was almost enough to make me break down and weep, right under the statue of Eros. Which, in a way, would have been appropriate... The reason for this uncustomarily non-analytical piece of narrative is, essentially, down to the goings on in the less than venerable Candybox (which, I have just realised, is an utterly awful name for a club or, indeed, for anything). The day had left me feeling sordid and dirty, which was not in the least aided by the awful Add N to (X) concert (at which a friend stole two t-shirts, one of which I have recently thrown into the dustbin in disgust, though not at the theft). I stood, bored, watching a group of people fiddling around with electronic gadgets and making music which sounded like an up-tempo drum track on a Casio keyboard. Then, at Candybox, I started to kiss a (male) friend of mine, which furthered the general air of depravity. It all became an awful mess of drinking, uncontrollable, unpleasant laughter and loud music. It could have been saved by the presence of a wonderful girl from Edinburgh who loved Belle and Sebastian and who had the most intent, pure eyes I have seen in many, many a long day, but she eventually went off with some other chap. My other potential saviour (is it pathetic that I seek saviours in women I hardly know, yet whom I pour my love into without them being aware?) went off to do no doubt dastardly deeds with the aforementioned friend. I asked her if I could hold her hand. She said yes. I did. It was soothing to feel the skin of another human being in mine, but was followed by her sucking the fingers of the yet again aforementioned friend. Then I gave her my bracelet, telling her I didn't want to see it ever again. It was symbolic, I think, but I am not sure she was aware of that, as I snapped the thing off my wrist and thrust it into her hands. Which takes us rather close to my present state, sitting at my computer, feeling sorry for myself, and fretting about the fact that I am supposed to be awake in three hours. Let me be honest: it won't happen. I must sleep, or at least lay in bed thinking about these events and about the tremendous sadness I felt as I walked away from the club (the last words I heard were spoken by the girl whose hand I held: "Ruvi was hoping to snog you" ((referring to another friend)); I walked away immediately after in, well, not disgust...loneliness). I've utterly lost the plot as a result of that protracted bracket...Ah yes, sadness. I walked and held in tears, going down Berwick Street, then onto Shaftesbury Avenue, Picadilly Circus, Picadilly and then my bus. All that sordid socialising, and pointless attractions leading to nothing at all except disappointment. All those people who can't be bothered to talk to other human beings. Music I have heard before. Faces I love in secret, who mock me with ignorant glances. It was all too much tonight, I think. In a way, it ought to be too much every night. I shouldn't be so negative though, should I? At least I get to write all of this to people who, I think, will be sympathetic to the ideas of loneliness, dissatisfaction, love and sadness. The idea of writing this below-par piece actually kept me going as the bus lurched along sickeningly. Yes, it was soothing. And now, I hope, people will not read this with cruel eyes; in my currently fragile, admittedly drunken, state, that little extra cross to bear would, well, be too much to bear. Ruvi. Ps. I would like to extend my belated greeting to Katie, Jessie and Esmie. I would have done so earlier, but the idea of misspelling your names frightened me into silence. Now I thought I'd take the opportunity of not caring about such things to say hello. 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Sinister: Erotic Adventures With The Boy With The Checkered Blouson
by Genevieve Wesley 15 Mar '01

15 Mar '01

Idles was searching for names. I used to love searching for names when I was younger, I still remember my autobiography at 11 years on my future life: "I hope to have a baby girl who I will name an exotic name like Narkissa, Zephyr, Amethyst, Shalom or Estee. She will have long thick silky hair that I can style. Later, my husband and I will open an exclusive spa..." Although it makes me giggle now, it was all a very serious matter then. I am surprised the name Honey was not on the list. Evil Alasdair wrote: Anyway, Genevieve may take some consolation in the fact that he's sort of Canadian (Born here, moved there when he was 3, moved back here at 18) He's really more Canadian than Scottish, isn't he! The formative years were spent here. Well, alright, he was born in Scotland, I'll give him that. And years 0-3 are formative as well. I don't know if I can remember anything from when I was 3. My earliest memories are probably at 4...older brothers putting dog collar on me and making me dance to the Buzzcocks...boy saying 'Hubba, Hubba! Look at my hairy chest!'...hiding behind chair and cutting up dollar bills into three pieces. I KNEW it was bad, but yet I still did it,with great pleasure. It's March break, and yes, all my friends are on their holidays. Half are in Acapulco or Cuba, one in Morocco and the rest, probably Ghana. Little snots. Oh well, slow and steady wins the race, come this summer I'll be sipping fruity drinks in the Peacock's hot tub. Hopefully, he has one and not just a plastic kiddy pool. I love the peaceful Om Namah Shivaya Struan chanting. Perversely, I also enjoy the Isobel one, where it sounds like she's singing 'greener is the ocean'. What if I start finding tigers-ears cute and charming!?! Sinister, I'm scared. Screw you and your Ribena drinks that I can't have. But you can't enjoy the sensation of licking poutine gravy off some lumberjack's midsection, so there. Love and Cheese Curds, Genevieve p.s It's good that Lucy knows delicate pleats when she sees them. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: cheese is just a mould with blobs on
by Kenneth P Y Chu 15 Mar '01

15 Mar '01

Hello.. Haven't posted for a little while, cos my computer crashed pretty badly the other day cos of some short circuit or something.. hehe. Haven't really been up to much, just been stuck underneath a pile of work which is stuck under 10 piles of work, which are next to a couple more piles of work. Being overly busy sometimes is grate tho, cos it makes you appreciate leisure time when you do have some. I went to Nottinghams' RAWK club, rock city (aka the more precise "cock shitty") the other night where they played the delights of Marilyn Manson and Limp Bizkit, but I actually very much enjoyed playing tremendous air-guitar and head-banging whilst hileriously changing the lyrics of a Limp Bizkit classing "Rollin'" to "Bowlin'Bowlin'Bowlin'Bowlin'Bowlin'...." Er, or maybe it was just that my alcohol tolerance has gone down. Ribena-queen said: >>Red Bull: Students drink this in order to stay up all night and write essays. It's traditionally habit forming, whereas it takes years of hardcore drinking to become addicted to Ribena. Any twat can get high on caffeine.<< A load of two veg, I'd say. Minority does not imply superiority, students don't drink ribena to stay up all night and write essays, cos it, er, doesn't work. I take the point tho that most people are just not totally extreme adrenalin hard-core enough to be a ribena addict, cos that's like the holy grail, except the holy grail is a cup thingie and ribena is a drink. I think what would make a great advert for ribena is to have a little kid drinking ribena, who then will tell us that ribena's good for him because ribena doesn't have any artificial colouring before giving us a huge smile showing his lovely purple teeth. Greg Pallis said: >>Cheese? Ribena? Give me jam, jam and red bull. << Sounds like a good plan to me. Jam, Jam and Red Bull Ken P.S.: My friend once insanely tried to dilute ribena using vodka, it didn't taste very nice. ====================================================================== This is just a modern rock song, this is just a sorry lament we're four boys in corduoy we're not terrific but we're competent - Belle & Sebastian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Re: Sinister: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8...and back 2 3 4 5 6...
by Rancid675＠aol.com 15 Mar '01

15 Mar '01

hi. this is my first post. i'm jessica. i live in new york city. i have never tasted ribena. rinaldo said while describing a dream: >>Did I mention we had to do nothing >>but Blondie covers? Distressing. my friends & i have plans to start a blondie cover band. i'm going to jump up & down all over the stage. our keyboardist, kayla, is going to sit on the keyboard and dangle her legs. our drummer, jess, will play the drums and headbang. (it is going to be either a hardcore or metal blondie cover band, we haven't decided which yet.) our bassist and singer may switch positions because some feel the lead singer must be blonde. the band will be called BLONDO. jessica www.neoagent.net/desolation +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: A goose in the hand is worth two in the... er...
by Robin Stout 14 Mar '01

14 Mar '01

On a Celebrity Big Brother note, Vanessa Feltz: What do you mean, you "goosed him"? Anthea Turner: I think he means he grabbed his gonads. Definitely the best show on telly. He he! On a Ribena note. It's almost impossible to buy anything that isn't sponsored in some way by evil men with bulging pockets and gold plated top hats. It's just a shame how they own all the things we like. But then, if some corporation went ahead and bought all the air in the sky, we wouldn't stop breathing out of protest. You can only go so far to be principled and I'd draw the line at not drinking fruit based drinks. Anyway, if they test Ribena on dogs the dogs would probably be happy enough. Their scientific wag-o-meter would go off the scale. Then the dogs would start demanding blackcurrant all the time and Ribena would launch blackcurrant and marrowbone flavour to appeal to the canine market. It would be madness. Although they'd probably test it by sticking the straw up the dog's bum or something like that. Robin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: when alexander was master of the world...
by Gordon 14 Mar '01

14 Mar '01

Kara Jean said cheese. I didn't get a photo. Bah! Me (for it is I) would like to go with the French Elenita on a wild adventure on a moonlit night hunting guinea pig and rabbit in Greenwich gardens. Anyone lend a couple of horses and some armour? What's all this Ribena nonsense? It's drunk hot if you have a cold and need mothered. It's expensive. End of story. Mmm, guinea pigs are to be cherished and given fresh hay and celery sticks. Mine loved magnolias (tears). Split the populace and tremble in the power of dissention! Joe Chip made a brilliant argument for the free dissemination of MP3's from the Pickle Prince's solid morality. However, Neil, 'Mr. Banchory' I think, has done a rather fine job of putting the schmago in context, and persuades me, at any rate. You, are the jury. Robinsons: Piss from the last Steps fan in hell. says ribena queen. Wow! Watch it evaporate! i tried to argue that i am not a nice person with colin says sweetie let colin win the argument. Ken(imenimem) and LL(dr.dre)a rhymez top whackka! Plug that ghetto machine into a lampost and light the neighbourhood! My post My post! I feel like lots of bits of wood between fields. Forgive me. Gordon, glowing with the juice of insanity Bukowski Rules, Brier ...the architect dinocrates, confident in his ideas and his skill, set out from macedonia to the army, being desireous of royal commendation [vitruvius] +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Cheese makes you smarter, and more attractive to the opposite sex.
by ArtsyDeco＠aol.com 14 Mar '01

14 Mar '01

Hooray for talk of cheese and new friends! Juicy Lucy wrote: >I'll be friends with anybody who likes cheese. What's the king of cheeses? Yes! One friend down, the rest of the world to go. As far as king of cheeses, I like to think of them as an autonomous collective, sharing equally all the responsibilities of being delicious. Kara (whoa!) wrote: >is it creepy to put mustard on a cheese sandwich? Nah, not creepy, a triumph. At the age of five or so I grew tired of typical snack foods and tried to create new ones involving my beloved Stop & Shop american cheese. I put peanutbutter, then jelly, then chocolate sprinkles on the cheese, all of which I would advise against. I make sandwiches out of peanutbutter and lucky charms, so if anyone's being creepy it's probly me. >I've never met another Kara before, let alone a Kara Jean. I want to say a special hi to her, and to warn everyone that now there are TWO Kara's on this list, and we are bent on world domination Special hi right back! Well world domination it is then. Do not try to resist, you are powerless against our charm and wit. Now I know somebody mentioned Dr. Pepper here. All I have to say is: Dr. Pepper = Nectar of the Gods! Makes your mouth taste like candy afterwards. I've always wanted to kiss somebody who had just drank dr. pepper. Hee hee hee ;) Everyone, get down with your bad selves! Kara Jean* +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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