January 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: Life is a Rollercoaster Ride
by Ben Apps 20 Jan '02

20 Jan '02

Sinister, please help!! I just can't get cheezy pop lyrics outta my head. Some girls' loving is all I think about. I hear Ronan Boyzone in a shopping centre (say, "Baby, can I hold you tonight") and it makes me smile. Scary stuff. It leads me to ask, in an annoyingly Sarah Jessica Parkeresque way: "Does falling in love rob you of all musical taste?" Hopefully it's just a phase. Looking forward to Brighton in three weeks. I haven't been to the sea-side in ages. It's inadvisable, but I may be compelled to bathe. Hopefully some responsible London listee will co-ordinate arrangements for us city slickers making the jaunt. I have a big bag that I reckon Joe Vester could fit into. Now we just have to think of something to tell his mother. Oh and if anyone fancies making it into a five day sinister marathon, there's Track and Field on the Friday night and a gig in Oxford the following Tuesday that really shouldn't be missed featuring our own Cola Cube Cay. (plug please?) I have something in common with Baker Baker. I fainted once too. At the baseball ground in Derby, on a misty January day in 1992. Shit, was that really ten years ago? What does Mark Casarotto do at weekends? Two whole days in a row and no household cleaning updates. Which reminds me, his beloved Wimbledon FC have a goalkeeping coach called.....Stuart Murdoch! It's true. Explains those strong arms. Disjointed as always. Cheerio all you good good people and happy travels to Desmond Torpey. Y'come back soon now, y'hear? Benapps x x x x _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: The wee sing train's a'coming, a'coming 'round the bend. Just hear those wheels a'rumbling, a'rolling through the land!
by LilGrape25＠aol.com 20 Jan '02

20 Jan '02

Hello sinnie kids! I'm at the very crest of an emotional wave these says, everything has been going so unbelivably wonderful that I feel any moment I must crash..but yet wonderful things keep happening to me and the white foam is not so cushy and lusterous that I fear it must implode. It all started thursday, when my long awaited letter of acceptance into my summer camp and safe harbour's Counsellor In Training program, inviting me to be a a CIT in weaving, which was my first choice. Weaving is the only thing I can do better than anyone else I know, its the only activity I truely understand and love. It makes me so happy, and the thought of spending half of every day this summer teaching other people to do it is unbelievably exciting. A frenzy immediately started online to find out who got invited to work in what shop, and all of my close friends got their first or second choice. Everyone is happy. The same night, I found out that I wasn't going to have to visit my grandparents over presidents weekend, so I can go visit my friends instead. yippee! Then I sent my first list crush vote. <winks> I didn't think things could get any better, then I got Max Grapenut's (you need a sinister name max, and until you come up with a better one you can share mine...) post about me. Strangest thing about it, as I was thinking of what my next post would be about, I decided I'd write something about how wonderful he is, and how unbelievably synched we are and how lovely it is to be with someone you think is so wonderful, while constantly being reminded how like them you are in some ways. Makes one feel very good about themself, and about the entity that is Max and Rachel..whatever on earth that is. No name, but its certainly very lovely. The year before I met max was in some ways the most terrible, lonely year of my life..but also the one that shaped the basics of who I am. I spent the first half of the school year trying to come to terms with my first relationship, with a now straight girl named Laura- still the person for whom I have had the most intense desire- how much I loved her and needed her, and how terribly uncomfortable I had made her in my near obsession with her. Then I read Stranger In A Strange Land, and concocted a number of very idealistic and naive postulates about the nature of life and love. I convinced myself that all I needed was for one person to have an understanding of the way I saw things- which I then believed was the only way things could ever correctly be seen. I convinced myself that my then boyfriend ben was this person, which he obviously was not. Ben refuses to see or speak to me now. I left the year angry at everyone and everything. I was not looking forward to my new s! chool at all...there was not goi ng to be anyone who I would like at all, and I would have to re-establish my reputation as a complete looney. ugh. Well, though my views on life have changed in many ways since then, I was correct in that there can be one person who makes everything better. Funny actually, since after ben broke up with me I convinced myself that that was the only thing about which I had been wrong, that there was no one anywhere who understood everything, that no one person could make me happy. Max taught me by being himself that there are other correct ways of looking at the world besides mine, and at the same time showed me by being the friend I dreamed of having that the way I saw things was correct. The most love to all of you, Rachel Grapenut Wait! Just a few more things I have to say: I'm sorry about your little "teenage" sister, Miss Pancake. She would get along with the kids from the YMCA. A big welcome to all the lovely new people, especially Poet the Baker, who's future posts (maybe some poems, even?) I look forward to reading. This has to be the grandest round of the flattery game you and I have ever played, max. I say we both win. I much prefer it to the blame game, which I am so terrible at. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Love's oldest Dreamer
by Saint Peter 20 Jan '02

20 Jan '02

'Dear Isobel My love for you is like the rocks beneath - permanent and' no, too forward, and a little cliched... 'Dear Isobel Something in the way you move, attracts me like no other lover' no, she's bound to know where that came from.... Oh, hello, I mean Good afternoon mortals and fellow listees. My name is Peter. I am an Angel of the Lord, and I live in Heaven. Of which, the less said the better. I'm a very busy man, you know. Although, technically, I'm not actually a man, but I'm not explaining that here, it would take too long and there are things I'd get Thrown Out of the Up Above for divulging. And life on earth isn't fun for a disinherited angel. Generally, the Big Guy turns you into some freak before he sends you Down Here and you have to spend the rest of Eternity with people backing away from you with Miffy handbags over their noses. So don't ask me, because I won't tell you. And anyway, I don't have time to explain. I'm down here on a Mission. I need to seek out the woman you call Isobel Campbell, for she is the next Prophet of the Lord and must be informed of this Divine Providence. Okay, so that's a lie. Angels don't tell lies. I've been here on this Earth too long already. Before long, I'll start wanting to fuck, and that causes all sorts of problems. Especially when, technically, you aren't actually a man. Although some people go for that, but I don't have time to tell you about them. The reason I have to find Isobel Campbell is...... is.......... I don't know. I can't explain it. I just have to find her. I have to talk to her, to hear her voice, to tell her of these strange feelings she inspires, or regret it for the Rest of Eternity. You see, I saw a picture of her, on this lad's computer, in a dark town in the middle of England - "that's Isobel Campbell -- you should go to Scotland and fall in love with her" he said. yeah, that's what he said, and he didn't think about how much trouble it would cause me. He just said it, and went back to playing with himself. I'm in Cambridge. I know she's here. I found a library round the back of the SitNWiggle Club in a small town in Scotland, and I looked at a machine, and i found this: >Administration and Support in the Department of Applied Economics >Isobel Campbell-Stewart Librarian Bella.Campbell-Stewart(a)econ.cam.ac.uk What is a Stewart Librarian? Do they, like other librarians, always keep their word? How do I introduce myself to her? I've met a few great writers in my time, and I'm looking to them for inspiration. What would Billy Shakespeare have said? 'Dear Isobel Will these hands ne'er be clean?' No, utterly inappropriate. Fucking hell, what's the good of hanging out with lots of dead people if you don't LEARN anything from them? 'cept I don't really get to hang out with them, I'm too busy manning the entrance. Keeping the likes of Russell Grant away from people who don't want to be bothered by some camp old blerter. Then there's Michael Aspel, always after new material for that programme of his. Bloody persistent he is, too. I've threatened him with fire and brimstone many times but he just laughs and adjusts his never-changing hair. Once, I let him speak to Eamonn Andrews and -- enough. There's nothing, there's nothing I can think of to say to her..Aldous Huxley would have thought of something... but Aldous isn't here. Never there, friends, when you want them. Always bothering you at other times, asking you metaphysical questions, thinking you know the answer to everything just because you live in a super-enlightened realm.. I tell him, I say "Aldous, I didn't MAKE the fucking place, I just have to look after it. Ask the big J, if he's out of the whorehouse this early.." Oh, you didn't hear me say that. I'll settle for something simple.. 'Isobel. You are the amniotic fluid in the womb of my universe, the placenta which feeds me, and sustains my rebirth. I dream of my existence brushing against yours, and holding it in communion for a moment or two. Yours Peter, St. (Divine Emissary)' There...that comes straight to the point, doesn't it? So, I drop this off at the University, give her some time to receive it and read it, I don't want to look too Mark Chapman - I spoke to John Lennon once and he says fans turning up unannounced is a REAL turn-off... play it a bit cool, go explore Cambridge for a bit. Somebody..... that E.M. Forster, I think once told me it was quite nice, 'part from all the sodomy...Odd he should say such a thing, once you get to know him. So, I go exploring, look around, find some pretty scenery, find some pretty buildings, find some pretty little short-skirted- no, Peter, you are an ANGEL. Give her some time, play it cool, look around. I phone the boy who showed me her photo: "I'm going to meet Isobel Campbell, how should I shape my appearance?" "Look, I can't talk now, the postman has just delivered some letters and I'm OHHH that's good" "Don't fuck with me, boy" I tell him, I shout, and I put on my Voice Of The Heavens (similar to Voice Of The Beehive only a lot deeper and without the harmonies. Oh and scary as a fuck of a fuck being fucked) and I roar "Don't fuck with me, boy..." "I'm not, I'm fucking with----" "JUST TELL ME" "Oh, I don't know. She likes twee shite, from what I can tell. Try and look like a Hello Kitty pencil case" I hang up on the fucker. I'll remember this, I'll write it in my Holy Ten Centuries To A Page Diary when I get back Up Above. Make sure he's housed in the Barracks with Mary Whitehouse. Get him peeling carrots. See if he gets time to fuck THEN. If I can't do it, I don't see why every self-important little bastard should- A Hello Kitty Pencil Case, then? I cover myself in pink fluff and draw on a few blue whiskers. Give her time, play it cool. I wait thirty seconds and I go to meet her. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I need love, not some sentimental prison!
by Max421＠aol.com 20 Jan '02

20 Jan '02

Hello. Its been a long time since I last posted on sinister. I've been so happy with rachel grapenut's posts, that I haven't felt like adding on to them, seeing as how we often seem to share one existence. We've been friends for a year now, and more and more it seems like we share the same brain, if not the same experiences. We have similar thoughts, and often say what the other person is thinking to the shock and disbelief of the other. Out of everyone, she has had the most effect on my development in the recent past. One of the more significant things I can think of, is the way that she introduced me to Belle and Sebastian. She did it slowly, each album becoming associated with another part of my life. The first CD she had my by, was Fold Your Hands Child You Walk Like A Peasant. It was on the first friday of the school year. We had made friends by being the two quirky kids at the high school retreat into the wilderness, and this was our first time together outside of school. I made her recommend something to me at Tower Records, because I was secretly embarassed of my Music collection, featuring destiny's child and ABBA. I knew I would love the album from the first chords of "I fought in a War" and I bought it. I went home and listened to it. I remmember alternately thinking about how wonderful the album was, how weird and great rachel was, and how stupid the arts and craft project I was doing was. A couple of weeks later I was still spending time with my parents, and so I bought The Boy With The Arab Strap. Winter was just setting in, and I would wake up every morning to the songs "A Brilliant Career" and "Sleep The Clock Around". Not the happiest of times. She was with me again when I bought "Tigermilk". This album was very essential to my introspection during november and December. I remmember Listening to "she's losing it" just around the time that rachel told me she was bi and when I started considering that maybe I wasn't quite straight myself. Sinister is so connected to the depths of that winter that I feel like I'm back in her apartement after being soaked by freezing rain while walking from the train station. She, Caxton, and I would sit on the floor, folding paper cranes, talking about sex, talking about communism, talking about monogamy, talking about everything and nothing and making me intrigued and crazy and angry and sad that I couldn't communicate how I felt. It was all so overpowering. School was so awful. Fox in the snow was about high school. Her room was always too hot, the carpet uncomfortable, and her knick knaks lying all over the floor painful. I bought Legal Man while I was in london. Its opening words "l-o-v-e love, its coming back its coming back" were something of a premonition. Next was the Lazy Line Painter Jane Box Set. We listened to Pastie de la bourgeoisie and danced around her room, in a house up in the country. I could smell the fresh grass of spring, and the sunlight was vast, beautiful and blinding. That was when we really started becoming the closest of friends. Later, I remmember listening to Lazy Line Painter Jane while she was ona date with her boyfriend, and thinking about how the vibe of the song and the relationship were similar. Now I'm sitting around and listening to Dog On Wheels, I have no idea what our future together will be like, but I know I'm ready for it. I know one more thing. I love her more than I can ever express with words. I love you rachel Max (ps. Do any of you catch the reference of the title?) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I need love, not some sentimental prison!
by Max421＠aol.com 20 Jan '02

20 Jan '02

Hello. Its been a long time since I last posted on sinister. I've been so happy with rachel grapenut's posts, that I haven't felt like adding on to them, seeing as how we often seem to share one existence. We've been friends for a year now, and more and more it seems like we share the same brain, if not the same experiences. We have similar thoughts, and often say what the other person is thinking to the shock and disbelief of the other. Out of everyone, she has had the most effect on my development in the recent past. One of the more significant things I can think of, is the way that she introduced me to Belle and Sebastian. She did it slowly, each album becoming associated with another part of my life. The first CD she had my by, was Fold Your Hands Child You Walk Like A Peasant. It was on the first friday of the school year. We had made friends by being the two quirky kids at the high school retreat into the wilderness, and this was our first time together outside of school. I made her recommend something to me at Tower Records, because I was secretly embarassed of my Music collection, featuring destiny's child and ABBA. I knew I would love the album from the first chords of "I fought in a War" and I bought it. I went home and listened to it. I remmember alternately thinking about how wonderful the album was, how weird and great rachel was, and how stupid the arts and craft project I was doing was. A couple of weeks later I was still spending time with my parents, and so I bought The Boy With The Arab Strap. Winter was just setting in, and I would wake up every morning to the songs "A Brilliant Career" and "Sleep The Clock Around". Not the happiest of times. She was with me again when I bought "Tigermilk". This album was very essential to my introspection during november and December. I remmember Listening to "she's losing it" just around the time that rachel told me she was bi and when I started considering that maybe I wasn't quite straight myself. Sinister is so connected to the depths of that winter that I feel like I'm back in her apartement after being soaked by freezing rain while walking from the train station. She, Caxton, and I would sit on the floor, folding paper cranes, talking about sex, talking about communism, talking about monogamy, talking about everything and nothing and making me intrigued and crazy and angry and sad that I couldn't communicate how I felt. It was all so overpowering. School was so awful. Fox in the snow was about high school. Her room was always too hot, the carpet uncomfortable, and her knick knaks lying all over the floor painful. I bought Legal Man while I was in london. Its opening words "l-o-v-e love, its coming back its coming back" were something of a premonition. Next was the Lazy Line Painter Jane Box Set. We listened to Pastie de la bourgeoisie and danced around her room, in a house up in the country. I could smell the fresh grass of spring, and the sunlight was vast, beautiful and blinding. That was when we really started becoming the closest of friends. Later, I remmember listening to Lazy Line Painter Jane while she was ona date with her boyfriend, and thinking about how the vibe of the song and the relationship were similar. Now I'm sitting around and listening to Dog On Wheels, I have no idea what our future together will be like, but I know I'm ready for it. I know one more thing. I love her more than I can ever express with words. I love you rachel Max (ps. Do any of you catch the reference of the title?) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: how are you, marvin?
by baker,baker 20 Jan '02

20 Jan '02

"oh, just fine, if you happen to like being me which, personally i don't." great big hello to everyone out there. this is my first post, please be gentle. i did my nursery time and also a little extra, self-imposed nursery time because generally i agree with whoever else it was that said something about life being a spectator sport. i really enjoy watching people, and you're all 'specially pretty ones at that. i'm a poetry student in the windy city -- home of poetry magazine, the lincoln park conservatory, and more polish people than any other city in the world, with the minor exception of warsaw (which is unfair since warsaw has the head start of actualy being IN poland). i read and write poems, but prefer reading. this is an invitation, incidentally, for you all to try out your latest verse on me. (i'm honest, but i'm also very nice.) i'm not polish myself, though i spent three months in poland this last summer, right before i braved a ridiculous-long bus ride to london so that i could ride a train out to scarborough to see the belle and sebastian show at the futurist theatre. if anyone on this list was there, i was the american boy by himself up in the balcony who was trying not to speak after some girl from california embarassed herself and the people next to him began making nasty commments about americans, for fear of having his accent recognized. teehee. that was the only time i've ever seen b&s, and i was thousands of miles away from anyone i know -- i've never been so alone or so happy in all my life. i think charles simic is the greatest. i like kraft macaroni and cheese and the clearance rack at the gap. i dress so that i am invisible in crowds of people. i have only fainted once in my life. i used to live in new orleans -- and this brings me to something substantial: is anyone in the list going to be in new orleans for mardi gras? i have friends who are going and would love to see my old home again. however i don't know if they are the sort of friends i want to be in the middle of mardi gras with all by my lonesome; i am certainly a troublemaker, but i am not THAT kind of troublemaker. i shan't ramble on any farther. good nite for everyone. baker,baker __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in Yahoo! Mail! http://promo.yahoo.com/videomail/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: You're never gonna beat my highest score
by JENOWL22＠aol.com 19 Jan '02

19 Jan '02

Hewwo, Well I found out more about spiders as pets, and I decided I want to get a Chilean Rose Tarantula and I'm getting it in four weeks because by then I will have saved up money and also the lovely Ian Hatcher is coming up for Valentines Day and he's going to help me pick it. They're poisonous but they can't kill you, and they quite like to snuggle. But I can't take it in bed with me, in case I lie on it in my sleep. I wish I could though. I'm getting a girl one because they live for 15 to 20 years but the boys only live for two years and I mostly like things when they're not dead. I've got a friend that likes dead things. Or fancies dead things. Dead people. But it's ok because he just looks up Necrobabes.com and doesn't actually dig anything up but you have to excuse him because he likes the Strokes and they're a bit rubbish if we're being honest. I don't know what to call it though. Now I know it's a girl I can start looking up girls names. My mum says I should call it Rosie, and then she started laughing a lot because she said it could be Spider with Rosie which is like a book I used to like when I was a kid called Cider with Rosie. But I've got a doll called Rosie and she's special because I had her in my pocket as a really little kid and she's got a big squashy plastic head, and I was out playing once and I got pushed over and I fell badly and the people said at the hospital that if her squashy head hadn't cushioned the fall my hip could have got cracked or something because I landed on something jaggy. So she's special and she's my favourite doll of all my dolls, even my big collection of rainbow brite ones and I've only got four of those to get and i've completed the set which I'm glad about and i've even got the two rarest ones Moonglo and Stormy. So does anyone know any good names for a girl spider? I worked out the chords on the guitar for Waking Up to Us but they're a bit crap and I think its in the wrong key. But if you want them I'll send them to you and you can see if they work youself. Did that just be B&S content? The Lovely Ian Hatcher set a high score for snake on my phone in october and i've ben trying every day since then to beat it but i can't. It's 814 but I can't get higher than 700 and something. But I'm quite good at Meerca Chase on neopets (which is a virtual pets thing). And I got my pet Kau a pet of it's own and guess what it was...? A Spyder. I'm building it a house now because I've got loads of neopoints in the neopian bank. I think Baxendale are my favourite band. Possibly joint with B&S but at the moment they're still all shiny and new because I only got the album in september. Plus at the moment I think pop is really doing it for me. I've got an S Club Seven CD that used to belong to one of my friends Pre-Limp Biskit and I like it, and the B&S songs that I like just now are things like Le Pastie, and Belle and Sebastian and Get Me Away from Here and I Love My Car and all the good old fashioned clean living pop. I saw the White Stripes on telly vision and I went 'oh' then forgot about them. But Lolly was on and she was singing Oh Mickey you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind hey mickey and it made me (again) wish I'd been a cheerleader instead of just obese when I was just a bit younger. I went to see Rat Race and it was funny. I must depart now to phone up random people and squeal that I'm getting a spider and it's the best thing in the whole world and my lifelong dream. Hugs, Jen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: here is the letter...the last letter..the last ever...
by Desmond Torpey 19 Jan '02

19 Jan '02

hello :) ...gosh its been a long time...i've almost forgotten how to post..well that wont matter so much anymore because the time has come to unsubscribe..i can barely bring myself to type that word *sob*...i could have just slipped out of the door but i felt it rude not to say goodbye as the last fourteen months or so have been so magnificent in your company...sinister has made me cry with both sadness and joy, made me think about life in ways i never expected and made my guts ache with laughter in equal measures during my time here...its also introduced me to some fantastic music which i probably never would have discovered otherwise (bearsuit, camera obscura, the magnetic fields)..special thanks to the lovely gina titchener :)...i couldnt think of a weirder situation than a group of complete strangers meeting up in a park to drink ribena with nothing in common except a band that they like...thats perfectly normal in sinisterland though and thats whats so great about it..its the real world..but not quite..people in sinister have a world thats just that little bit..sparklier..i'm off to travel around europe for a bit at the end of the month and i would only feel exceedingly guilty about deleting piles of your posts..but i may re-subscribe sometime in the future...before this turns into a blubbery gwyneth paltrow speech i shall leave you all alone..so thanking you again for such a wonderful creation.. ta ta for now.. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in Yahoo! Mail! http://promo.yahoo.com/videomail/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: how embarrassment
by sophia katrina 19 Jan '02

19 Jan '02

I'm afraid only antipodeans will get that subject line. It comes from this TV show I used to watch when I was little, with this girl called Kylie Mole who was actually a 30-year old comedian with fake freckles who used to wind her gum around her finger and say how embarrassment when she meant how embarrassing and.. um, maybe you had to be there... Thanks, everyone, for a very lovely welcome (& an electronic application on a postcard!) despite the fact that I & my computer committed an act of collective stupidity & posted twice. Blame it on teething problems - I just came out of the nursery, after all - sophia X _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: And mYYY PLUG in KEEENNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYY crucifies MYYYYYYYY Enemies...........WHEN I'm TIRIIIIRED of POSTTTTTTTTIINNNNNNNG..OOOOOOOOOHHHHHYEAH!!!!!!!
by Joe Vester 19 Jan '02

19 Jan '02

I'm sorry about the long title but you have to admit that all the extra letters were very necessary to illustrate quite how wonderful that song is. I also hope that I am allowed to call Ken "Kenny" I also thoughtI would mention that I am thinking of doing something very slightly illegal on Febuary 9th. Not very illegal. And it may not come to being illegal at all. but enough bantering-I am thinking of running away to Brighton for a day. I probably won't...and how i'll get down is a mystery to all, as I very much doubt I would be able to raise the money for a train ticket on my own...Of course...I could just say to my Mum: "Mother Dear, It would be awfully kind of you to let me run off to brighton for a day using your money to see a load of people some years older than me who I never met before. And by the way, the train will be 30quid and did I tell you I love you very, very much?"[Joe looks sweet and innocent] Hmmmm...I can see one or two problems... OH FUCK OHFUCK--FF----FUCKING *******(that word is so rude that you are not even allowed to type one letter of it so that people know what it is) VALENTINES DAY!>>>FUCK<<<<VALENTINES DAY! Valentine's day sux for one reason, and one reason only. I never get one. So this won't be "the worst valentine's ever", it will just be another "bloody fucking valentine's" I have mock exams very soon. I should be revising like mad, but instead, I'm writing boring rubbish to 1500 people across the world. So, When I fail all my GCSEs, it'll be _your_ fault. I hope you're ashamed of yourself. Right now I'm suppossed to be writing a load of balls for art about how my crappy little lino-printing is somehow linked to the Pre-Raphelites and all sorts of other useless bunk. I've now decided my A-levels (if I pass GCSE, that is) , well some of them: 1-ENGLISH 2-PHILOSOPHY 3-HISTORY 4-?????? You see, I can't think of another subject that I can do that is interesting. I could do Geology or Physics, and what I really want to do is Art, but I'm not sure I should do Art, as I'm really not that good at it and it's not like I'm going to do Art at University or anything. School sux. I have to write a piece of creative writing for English. I think it'd better be good as it's coursework but the best thing I've come up with so far is a story about how some indiekids who get bullied etc.start killing people .It's a bit like "if..." which is such a good film. My story, however, is really quite shite. I did think of some names, though. They are Rachel, Will and Stuart. Guess where those came from? I wonder if I could go and steal a story from the archives. The problem is most of the things I can think of are too long for a short 3000 word essay type thing. They need a novelette (for rats to make their beds from) if not a saga-epic of the 21st century. Ulyseessseseeesses Styleeeeeeee I'm now going to do some talking about other people (What? Joe noticing the world outside his own head? Unheard of) : I think it was Miss Grapenut who talked of some dolls called the Bratz and how little kids see teenagers. My little sister thinks all the girls are like Barbies and the boys like Ken. She's 6. And listens to Britney spears sing "I can't get no satisfaction". She also gets huge amounts of Kudos (it would seem) at school from having a teenage brother. One of her friends is always talking about how she fancies someone called Meshac (yes 6). She's the same one who called me a "fucker". I seem to remember that Miss Grapenut ended with "Do they really see teenagers like this?" (or something similar) and I think the answer's yes. And she (my sister) knows about the whole sex thing. And rather a lot of other things that are really quite shocking from a 6 year old. I sure as hell didn't know all about that then. Miss Grapenut also mentioned not understanding how people couldn't find you attractive because of gender. Personally, I can't understand why the hell girls can be bothered with boys at all when girls are so much more attractive. But I'm pleased they do. Otherwise, life would really quite boring for me. And it would be the end of the human race, but... Elise talked about talking in an English accent. When we (my mother and I) go to Ireland (which is pretty frequent) she starts talking in an Irish accent which I find infuriating although she does it completely unconciously. But I'm sure it's much nicer in you, Elise Several new people did lovely first posts I tried to count the number of Fruitloop mentions I'd had but there seems to be (as Ben mentioned) !VIVA RACHELS! Love Joe of Rachel Pancake fame P.S. I may have failed in getting one of my sisters to be a nice indiekid but the new one is a clean canvas. And she seems like the type, based on the fact that she sits there and looks about her interestedly all the time. I will play belle and sebastian to her in her sleep. hehehehehe... +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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