January 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: the last rites ;)
by ola szkudlapska 19 Jan '02

19 Jan '02

hello dear sinister, due to some inexplicable hullabalooing mess that's been going on in my head, i stopped posting again. not sure if i'm going to start soon. but you're all ace. "what are you doing now then?" well, lovely mr nik ovenden has kindly asked me to post his goodbye message here, as his computer started playing silly tricks on him. so here is: Well, this is my last goodbye because I'm off saturday morning! A big thankyou to the guys and dolls who've offered me beds this coming year. You will be rewarded in numerous ways, I guarantee. Also thanks to the lovely people who've been mailing me with wellwishing. You're all darlings. Parcel check? Many people have said thankyou. Many haven't. If you've got them, so much the better. Some of you are still on my "Out" pile (including Ms Eastwood and Ms Fruitloop). Some of you are in my "Out until June" pile (Ms Sunset, Ms Markham, Mr Arnot poor soul who's been waiting over a year and WILL BE REWARDED WITH NON-CURRENCY RICHES BEYOND HIS WILDEST DREAMS so long as his address hasn't changed...) among them). Anyways, it's been lovely. So long and thanks for all the fish, and I'll be back on June 16th, signed up again. I may consider the nursery rebirth! You're all beautiful. All my love, Niko xxx PS my holiday email address needs correcting: nikoisonholiday(a)yahoo.co.uk NOT @yahoo.com ok that's me done, then.. take care everyone special hugs to *birthday*boy* johnjohn! :) and to my secret agent. =) special apologies to maja, sorry i haven't mailed so long.. byeexxx ola (lalala) -- Znudzilo Ci sie logo w komorce? Wgraj nowe [ http://komorki.onet.pl/dodatki.html ] +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: You can't chide Mike Love forever
by lazylinedavid＠netscape.net 18 Jan '02

18 Jan '02

No idea why I'm choosing to write my first post at the end of a long day in the office, completely knackered. Just thought I'd say hello to you all. Quick question: does anyone know anything about the whole Wizard of Oz / Dark Side of the Moon connection? It's probably very ignorant of me not to know about this, but apparently they're showing the movie, with the Pink Floyd songs, at Cinema Classics here in NYC on Sunday, and it might be fun to go along. It all sounds a bit Flaming Lips to me. And has anybody read 'Blindness' by Jose Saramago? I'm about 70 pages through it and it's freaking the living daylights out of me. Please tell me it gets a bit happier... Managed to see the Jools Holland TV show on video the other day, very interesting. Has someone injected Stuart with confidence or something? I didn't get to see any of the shows they played last year - is he like that all the time now? Staring into the camera like a right little vixen, he was. Have lovely weekends, everyone, David -- __________________________________________________________________ Your favorite stores, helpful shopping tools and great gift ideas. Experience the convenience of buying online with Shop@Netscape! http://shopnow.netscape.com/ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape Mail account today at http://webmail.netscape.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: i tried to take it all in, but now all i remember is trying to remember
by Kieran Devaney 18 Jan '02

18 Jan '02

when i was at primary school there was a boy in our class, anthony, that nobody really liked, he was a bit of a loner. he was a rough boy too, though that wasn't the thing that excluded him; far from it, ours was quite a rough class, it was more that he never really knew where to draw the line, was rough at inappropriate times, and didn't really know how to deal with kids who were harder than him. he had a nervous twitch. he was a bit of a pariah at school, the teachers didn't like him either because he was the sort of person that easily draws attention to themselves, and because his mum was the busybody who ran the PTA and was forever goading the staff into meetings about cake sales and fund raising, and harrassing them at breaktimes for 'chats' about her sons progress. he seemed custom built to annoy our primary school teachers, and they seemed custom built to be annoyed by him. his time at primary school can't have been easy. i can't really remember why, but i was sort of became this boys friend at school, though not always, i had my own group of proper friends, and with childish capriciousness we would elect to play with him some days, and exclude him others - he was a bit rough for us really. he didn't seem to mind though, and was quite happy to join in when we let him. i think i saw a genuine sort of innocence in him, he never meant to hurt anyone really, and was never malicious, as most of the other kids could be. he was just boisterous, it was in his nature. one of my most vivid childhood memories includes this boy. i can't remember exactly which year we were in, or which classroom, because we didn't have our proper teacher in that day, and we were being covered by the awful deputy headmistress, mrs connelly. it was a monday, i know it was a monday because i can remember that the day before was a sunday, and my parents had gone out and left my brother and i with my gran and grandad. we didn't like staying with them, they only lived down the road and their house was too familiar, not familiar like home is - a different sort of familiar. it was always too cold or much too hot up there, still is, and very dark because there are trees on the edge of the pavement outside their house, blocking the sun for the whole day, except a few hours in the morning. because mum and dad knew we didn't really like staying up there they promised to bring us back a surprise - so we agreed to stay whilst they went and did the shopping. they bought us back a pair of pencils, one each; but not ordainary pencils, these had a rubber on one end, and they came unsharpened, the tip was flat and smooth, so that when you were ready to start using it you had to sharpen the flat surface away and away until the lead became a point. i always loved doing that. but best of all was the colour, they wrote in ordinary grey like normal pencils, but the outside was covered with a kind of metallic effect, with black patterns across it. metallic green for me because green was my favourite colour, and red for my brother because red was his favourite colour. we were thrilled, and i sharpened mine and started doodling with it right away. of course i wanted to take it to school the next day to show off, but my mum said i probably shouldn't, because it might get taken; she knew what they were like in my class. but i put it into my pencil case anyway, and my pencil case went into my bag for the next day. as i said, our real teacher wasn't in that day, so mrs connelly was covering us, which was annoying because she hated people talking in class, and i wanted to tell people about my new pencil. we were set some work to do, i think it was sums but thats not important. i was sitting next to anthony and i was so eager to show him and my other friends the pencil that, in my haste, as i took my pencil case out of my bag i dropped it onto the floor. it was one of those tin pencil cases that comes in two bits, and one half is a lid and the other is the base, anyone who has owned one of those sorts of pencil cases will know that if you drop them they never stay shut, and all your stuff ends up on the floor. all my stuff ended up on the floor, including the pencil, which had rolled a bit and settled under anthony's desk - that was the first thing i went to pick up. as i grabbed it anthony said "hey! thats mine!" and pulled it out of my hand, "no, it's not - give it back!" i exclaimed, growing immediately despondant, i sensed this wouldn't end well. "it's mine!" anthony said with an air of finality, and by this time, what with all my stuff still spilt on the floor and our arguing breaking the silence of the classroom, everyone had turned to look. mrs connelly made her way over. "whats going on?" she asked, already annoyed "he's got my pencil..." "he took my pencil.." we both spoke at once. mrs connelly rarely minced her words, rarely dragged anything out, she rolled her eyes, "give me the pencil." she demanded, "but miss..." "sit down and get on with your work." she took the pencil. there was no arguing with her, we both felt like crying; in fact the only thing making me feel a bit better was seeing him feeling as bad as me. i wasn't sure why he should feel bad, after all - he had tried to take my pencil, and hadn't even been punished for it properly. i resolved never to be his friend again, to treat him as everyone else did. we both cried at breaktime, i sat alone in the corner, and i could tell that anthony had been too because his eyes were red and his cheeks flushed as we went back inside. we sat apart and exchanged angry glances for the rest of the day. i wanted to fight him, but i knew i would lose - i felt hopeless, and i couldn't tell my mum what had happened because she had told me not to take the pencil to school in the first place. it was my own fault. we got back home, and there was a while before teatime, where we'd usually watch telly or something, but my brother ran straight away and got out his lovely red metallic pencil and started doing some colouring in. i wanted to cry again. but then something strange happened, my mum came in from the kitchen saying: "do you want to do some drawing as well kieran?" i cringed. "no" i said sullenly "are you sure?" she said, handing me a pencil that looked suspiciously like my metallic green one. i looked closer at it, my mum grinned at me and went back into the kitchen. it was definitely the same one i had had on sunday, i recognised the way it had been sharpened, and the little bit of rubber that had been worn away. she definitely hadn't got it from mrs connelly, because mrs connelly never gave back stuff she confiscated, and besides, i had run straight from mrs connelly's class out into the playground to mum at the end of the day. there was no way they could have spoken during that time. she must have taken it out of my pencil case before i went to school. i didn't feel much better really. but i didn't tell anthony the truth in school the next day, didn't apologise - i couldn't bring myself to do it. in time we silently forgave eachother, and i lost interest in the pencil - the novelty was gone, and i couldn't use it without thinking about what i had done to my friend. it might still be in the house somewhere, abandoned at the back of a drawer or cupboard. you can still buy that type of pencil in various places, i saw a pack of five of them for 99p in a papershop the other day, they looked cheap. ________________________________________________________________________ i can't get that memory out of my head at the moment, perhaps it was seeing those pencils for sale the other day that sparked it. the last i heard of anthony he had been sacked from a job as a lifeguard at the local swimming baths on his first day for groping a girl he was 'rescuing' i see him around sometimes too, and we usually nod at eachother but don't speak. what's odd about that memory is that i can't really recall all of it, i can see our exchange of words as he snatches back the pencil, but the other details are fuzzy. i can picture it happening in nearly all the classrooms of my primary school, with us at varying ages and sizes. it occurs to me too that the memory works a lot like the biscuit story from 'hitch hikers guide...' you'll know the one if you've read it, and will possibly have noticed the similarities. and yet thats how i remember it, even though that certainly happened before i read the book. have i adapted a memory to part of a story from a book? it's hard to say really - theres something about it that doesn't seem quite right in my recollection, an extra paragraph that i can't quite access in my head. - kieran _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: London listees: Bill Janowitz meet-up? Sinister do's in general?
by Kin Woo 18 Jan '02

18 Jan '02

hiya Am already meeting another very kind Sinisterinie for meet-up pre or during Bill Janowitz's gig on 28 jan. Is anyone else going and also up for meeting with us? If so, please email me off-list at this addy or kin_woo(a)hotmail.com. It'd be ace to meet-up! Also any other Sinisterinie meet-ups in general??? When i was last here in '99, there was a do at Poetry Cafe with Hefner for listees that I unfortunately missed. Any other cool stuff like that lined up for not too distant future? ok hope everyone is well:) later Kin Woo +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: Buffy the musical spectacular
by Miss Marianna Longmire 18 Jan '02

18 Jan '02

I'm here, sitting in an internet cafe and lo! What should they be playing on the stereo? Why it's songs from the musical episode of Buffy. And it's pure brilliance. Aah. Back to unemployment land. x Marianna _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: my coffee smells like cheese and other stories.
by Mark Casarotto 18 Jan '02

18 Jan '02

It does, you know. Have discovered today, after 5 years of owning this monitor, that you can change the angle of the screen by tilting it while rotating the base. That'll be my Martha Stewartism for today, loves. Rusedski Vs Henman on the telly. isn't it thrilling? Jenny Payne said "Gynormous". To me this sounds like the medical term for what is parochially known as, ahem, bucket fanny. She also said "Dissemination". To me this sounds like, etc. etc. Honey, a note of confirmation is needed. If, hypothetically, I claimed to have a gynormous (cf.) Henry Kissinger in my pants, but was actually lying, crying bitterly ironic tears into my keyboard, would I need to post a picture on the body parts page? Well? (no news on today's housework as it's too early to have done any. Apart from the washing up and scottish hearthering the hall, natch) Mark xxx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: b&s are like fried chicken and here's why
by sophia katrina 18 Jan '02

18 Jan '02

Hello beautiful people, Just a short introduction and i promise i won't ramble. I've loved waiting in the nursery and reading all your posts. My name's Sophia and I am an Artiste. I used to live in London but after i finished art school I had one of those moments you see in those godawful made-for-tv movies where the heroine sacrifices her chance for fame and fortune in the big city to be home with her family on a ranch in Nowheresville, USA. She says no to Spielberg, sends her agent packing with a witty riposte, throws her mobile phone into the Hudson, Thames or equivalent river, appears at the front door of the run-down but homely ranch house to the delight of her apron-clad mom and chubby-cheeked siblings, and spends the rest of her life riding horses and baking pumpkin pies. Lucky for me, my family don't live in Nowheresville - they live in Australia, by the sea. so that's where i am. (Not in Perth, though, where the only other Australian listee seems to be. On the other side). When the traffic stops, and before the birds start singing, you can hear the ocean. I'm ashamed to say that I started listening to Belle and Sebastian because of a boy. He was (and, i'm sure, still is) very beautiful, if that's any excuse, and he was also an artist, which is no excuse and honestly, I should have known better. I really Liked him and in one of our few conversation he mentioned looper and b&s. So in the spirit of I-must-like-everything-the-object-of-my-desires-likes, i started listening to Fold Your Hands Child..., and that was it. For the next few months, while i was writing my thesis and hanging my degree show, belle and sebastian were all i could listen to. It was like the food cravings a pregnant friend described to me: it isn't that you crave fried chicken, it's that the very thought of eating anything other than fried chicken makes you physically ill. That was how I felt about Belle and Sebastian. Nothing ever happened with me and the beautiful boy, but what telemovie is complete without a dash of bittersweetness? i'm waiting for a rugged (yet intellectual) Nowheresville, USA cowboy to come into my life and bake pumpkin pies with me so my telemovie can have a happy ending. Applications on a postcard please! My first post and i've already broken a promise. Please accept my very humblest apologies. Sophia Katrina X hello beautiful people, just a short introduction and i promise i won't ramble. my name's sophia and i am an artiste. i used to live in london but after i finished art school i had one of those moments you see in godawful made-for-tv movies where the heroine sacrifices her chance for fame and fortune in the big city to be home with her family on a ranch in nowheresville, nevada. she says no to spielberg, sends her agent packing with a witty riposte, throws her mobile phone into the hudson, thames or equivalent river, appears at the front door of the run-down but homely ranch house to the delight of her apron-clad mom and chubby-cheeked siblings, and spends the rest of her life riding horses and baking pumpkin pies. lucky for me, my family don't live in nowheresville, nevada - they live in a big city in australia, by the sea. so that's where i am. when the traffic stops, and before the birds start singing, you can hear the waves. i'm ashamed to say that i started listening to belle and sebastian because of a boy. he was (and, i'm sure, still is) very beautiful, if that's any excuse, and also an artist, which isn't. i reallyreally Liked him and in our first proper conversation he mentioned looper and b&s. in the spirit of i-must-like-everything-the-object-of-my-infatuation/desire/lust-likes, i started listening to Fold Your Hands Child..., and that was it. for the next few months, while i was writing my thesis and hanging my degree show, belle and sebastian were all i could listen to. it was like the food cravings a pregnant friend described to me: it isn't that you crave fried chicken, it's that the very thought of eating anything other than fried chicken makes you physically ill. that was how i felt about belle and sebastian. nothing ever happened with me and the beautiful boy, but what telemovie is complete without a dash of bittersweetness? i'm waiting for a rugged (yet bohemian and intellectual) Nowheresville cowboy to come into my life and bake pumpkin pies with me so my telemovie can have a happy ending. applications on a postcard please! my first post and i've already broken a promise. please accept my very humblest apologies. sophia katrina X _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: b&s are like fried chicken and here's why
by sophia katrina 18 Jan '02

18 Jan '02

Hello beautiful people, Just a short introduction and i promise i won't ramble. I've loved waiting in the nursery and reading all your posts. My name's Sophia and I am an Artiste. I used to live in London but after i finished art school I had one of those moments you see in those godawful made-for-tv movies where the heroine sacrifices her chance for fame and fortune in the big city to be home with her family on a ranch in Nowheresville, USA. She says no to Spielberg, sends her agent packing with a witty riposte, throws her mobile phone into the Hudson, Thames or equivalent river, appears at the front door of the run-down but homely ranch house to the delight of her apron-clad mom and chubby-cheeked siblings, and spends the rest of her life riding horses and baking pumpkin pies. Lucky for me, my family don't live in Nowheresville - they live in Australia, by the sea. so that's where i am. (Not in Perth, though, where the only other Australian listee seems to be. On the other side). When the traffic stops, and before the birds start singing, you can hear the ocean. I'm ashamed to say that I started listening to Belle and Sebastian because of a boy. He was (and, i'm sure, still is) very beautiful, if that's any excuse, and he was also an artist, which is no excuse and honestly, I should have known better. I really Liked him and in one of our few conversation he mentioned looper and b&s. So in the spirit of I-must-like-everything-the-object-of-my-desires-likes, i started listening to Fold Your Hands Child..., and that was it. For the next few months, while i was writing my thesis and hanging my degree show, belle and sebastian were all i could listen to. It was like the food cravings a pregnant friend described to me: it isn't that you crave fried chicken, it's that the very thought of eating anything other than fried chicken makes you physically ill. That was how I felt about Belle and Sebastian. Nothing ever happened with me and the beautiful boy, but what telemovie is complete without a dash of bittersweetness? i'm waiting for a rugged (yet intellectual) Nowheresville, USA cowboy to come into my life and bake pumpkin pies with me so my telemovie can have a happy ending. Applications on a postcard please! My first post and i've already broken a promise. Please accept my very humblest apologies. Sophia Katrina X hello beautiful people, just a short introduction and i promise i won't ramble. my name's sophia and i am an artiste. i used to live in london but after i finished art school i had one of those moments you see in godawful made-for-tv movies where the heroine sacrifices her chance for fame and fortune in the big city to be home with her family on a ranch in nowheresville, nevada. she says no to spielberg, sends her agent packing with a witty riposte, throws her mobile phone into the hudson, thames or equivalent river, appears at the front door of the run-down but homely ranch house to the delight of her apron-clad mom and chubby-cheeked siblings, and spends the rest of her life riding horses and baking pumpkin pies. lucky for me, my family don't live in nowheresville, nevada - they live in a big city in australia, by the sea. so that's where i am. when the traffic stops, and before the birds start singing, you can hear the waves. i'm ashamed to say that i started listening to belle and sebastian because of a boy. he was (and, i'm sure, still is) very beautiful, if that's any excuse, and also an artist, which isn't. i reallyreally Liked him and in our first proper conversation he mentioned looper and b&s. in the spirit of i-must-like-everything-the-object-of-my-infatuation/desire/lust-likes, i started listening to Fold Your Hands Child..., and that was it. for the next few months, while i was writing my thesis and hanging my degree show, belle and sebastian were all i could listen to. it was like the food cravings a pregnant friend described to me: it isn't that you crave fried chicken, it's that the very thought of eating anything other than fried chicken makes you physically ill. that was how i felt about belle and sebastian. nothing ever happened with me and the beautiful boy, but what telemovie is complete without a dash of bittersweetness? i'm waiting for a rugged (yet intellectual) nowheresville, nevada cowboy to come into my life and bake pumpkin pies with me so my telemovie can have a happy ending. applications on a postcard please! my first post and i've already broken a promise. please accept my very humblest apologies. sophia katrina X _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: Intellect, with Ginseng and Ginko Biloba
by Eliza Grae 18 Jan '02

18 Jan '02

Hellos to everyone, First, I would like to thank everyone who emailed me. It's funny how email can make a person feel loved and special. Oh, and to Elise, Sadly I'm not from the upper midwest. I'm stuck in God's country farther south with all the humidity. So, here I am. At the moment, I'm chillin' in an internet cafe, snacking on a health food bar called Intellect. "Feed your body Feed your mind" Very interesting I must say. It's a raspberry vanilla bean flavor. Yummy. Not much has happened to me the past few days. Nothing of real importance or interest that is. I've been sleeping a lot, and having some pretty wild dreams. Last night I had a dream that I was a prostitute. That threw me for a loop. I've never had a dream like that or even one similar to it. What do you think it means? Deep down do I have this need or want to be promiscuous? Heaven knows I'm not like that at all in everyday life. Maybe it's a sign that I should be, while I'm young and supposedly not afraid to try. Oh, well. I'll just have to wait and see. So....umm....yeah. I'm glad you got the references in my first post. I was glad to hear it in your emails. Should I make more? Eddie is too funny. And, I must say I've always wanted to take over a country. Like the British, with the cunning use of flags. "Well....do you have a flag? No, flag no country. Those are the rules I just made up, and I'm backing it up with this gun lent to me by the NRA." Ok, that will be the last one I will make. In my last post, I said I would stick to two topics: my health and the weather. I feel fine, no signs of sickness. The weather here has been fairly nice, being neither too cold nor too warm, with slight showers during the night. Well, that was fun. What next? I read Ken Chu's post and was surprised to know what movie he was talking about. But, the real shocker is that I've seen it. More than once. How sad. Ah, well. Don't you just love late night movies? Ok, I think I will go and take a turn about the room. It's so refreshing. My, yes. I hope all of you have had a great week so far and will have a nice weekend. Stay cool cats. Snogs and hugs, Eliza _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0

Sinister: "so. . .chocolatey / destination: LOVE"
by NotATrendxX＠aol.com 17 Jan '02

17 Jan '02

good evening. I am writing for the first time here on sinister. Perhaps I should introduce myself... HELLO! ::clears throats:: Sorry. I'm Alice...hmm, I enjoy my name because I frequently type Alive, instead. I live in kentucky, the horse racing capital of America, no one comes here for anything else. My best friend, William, introduced me to the music of B&S three years ago. They have been one of my favorite bands since along with the mAKE-UP, the smiths, and radiohead. I suddenly decided today that I would make myself happy (it didn't work, mind you.) by going to one of my favorite shops, Cherry Bomb, to acquire for myself a scarf. I also wanted a new pair of shoes since I left my shoes in another city and have been wearing these dull black shoes, that, though nice, have been bothering me. I'm not sure why. Of course, there were no shoes for me. Moving on, off of this nonsense, sorry. I am a mere seventeen, still in highschool. I've got a small fascination with gypsies and French cinema. ::complacent sigh:: I hope the rest of the sinisterines are doing well...how are you? bubbles and needles, alice. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

1 0