January 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: madness has returned
by Hannah Brown 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

Well, everything is back to its crazy state. i'm sat in a concrete building in the heart of peckham waisting valuable time doing this. I might attatch a sign to my head later that says "yes i had a great christmas now, please, change the suject" I have been here roughly an hour and have been asked the same question many times and the sound of my own voice is starting to get annoying. I did as i promised and came totally last in the bowling last week, i blame the alcohol. I did get a strike, but then ended up not hitting anything for about 3 go's in a row. Still, i got some chocolate for being so bad so i can't complain. Hello to everyone who was there. Sorry to Mummy ive grazed my knee for completely not recognising you and much repect to Stevie Trousers for dancing so brilliantly to New Order. New Year was cool. We had a party and were going to tell the time by the clock on the microwave but, unfortunatly, one drunkern friend pulled the plug out at exactly 11:59, so we just guessed. We all jumped from a chair and danced manically to LAST NIGHT by the strokes, twas fab. After that it all got a bit sad and emotional and i found myself crying for the first time in months ( which is a good thing maybe), this went on for afew days. I usually feel so positive at the new year but this one was just strange. I put "lazy Line painter Jane" on hoping that it would cheer me up but it actually made things worse. It's quite a sad little ep isnt it. When i was younger being sad was a positive thing. I used to write stories, poems or just draw stuff, now i just pick the carpet or manically clean. I did do a fab painting the other day though, its a big canvas of a Vaseline tin, which is very cliched but i just love the way they look. er, ive gone on a bit haven't i,love hannah +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Men Seldom Make Passes At Girls Who Fall On Their Asses
by Laura Llew 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

"Well, I'll be damned. (If I'm lucky.) I turn my head for nary a second and if the list hasn't been overtaken by knasty knitters." To all of those who incessantly remark about how horrible my puns are: Why was I not sent a Thank You note for not beginning that rant (of almost a year passed) with a hearty, "Well, I'll be darned!"? You only have yourselves to blame. CHRISTMAS: I would be remiss if I didn't send out huge appreciatory thanks* to everyone who participated in the Sinister Christmas Present Exchange Extravaganza 2001. We had over fifty people participate and lots of wonderful people like Brandt Fundak who volunteered to send out eleven (ACE) mixtapes without wanting anything in return. If anyone hasn't gotten their present yet or wants to apologize for being late (instead of ultimately sorry) then let me know so I can whip out those Brass knuckles of mine I got for Christmas. I need to break them in sometime. NEW YEARS: Last year, I was driving to work one day late in December and *oops* forgot to turn off to go to the bookstore. Instead, I ended up on a roadtrip to New Orleans thinking, "Big city, small town girl, New Years - maybe I'll get taken advantage of." Unfortunately, it didn't happen. This year I ended up on a roadtrip with none other than Miss "Dorothy Parker Makes Me Want To Drink Bathtub Gin, Have A Bad Love Affair, And Attempt Suicide" Katy who you might remember from such dialogues as: Me: Ah, looking at Porn? MDPMMWTDBGHABLAAASKT: Yeah, Laura, at a Civil War site. Nothing beats General Lee naked. Me: Well, his horse was named Traveler. or such claims as: "I'm light & refreshing. Today, *I'll* be your diet coke!" We ended up at her little hippie commune in Masschoweveryouspellit where she moonlights as a milkmaid. It was quite the experience as I got to overhear lots of things like, "Boy! I can feel those toxins!" and "See that boy over there? He graduate from Cornell with a degree in Engineering but now he's here and working on becoming a message therapist." and - from a girl contorted like a pretzel doing yoga - "I need some cranial work done badly." Sweetheart, do you ever. Oh the fun never ended! I took to naming the hippies like smurfs. Instead of Papa Smurf, there was Mama Hippie and even a Huggie Hippie who invited me to stay and read for poetry night. I also spent a night at a FISH HATCHERY in a national forest which was also a first. Plus,I went crazy with my IZONE (christmas present thanks to Daveylicious!) and took lots of pictures of my obsessions (1.bookshops: There was the one in the old Grist Mill in Farmington ConneticuohlikeIcanspellthisoneeither and then the Andover Bookstore which is the second oldest bookshop in the country and in a former barn. Oh it has the most beautiful brick fireplace in the middle of the store. *swoon* 2. Cute chubbylicious awkward dark haired boys: There were none.) AVARICE & GREED: Hubris said, "Hello." Or at least I'm hypothesizing that a hello to something sinister was the only thing that noise he made could be. If you're at all familiar with my posts (then you're familiar with the effects of chloroform. Sweet Dreams!), then you're probably bracing yourself for tales of Hubris stalling, overheating (I don't mind when friends smoke but when my car takes up the habit it gets personal), or opening his hood and devouring a small gaggle of annoying children. If you're not familiar with my posts, then let me introduce you to my car -nay my chariot, my steed, my knight in shining armour all - Hubris, whose motto is, "Laura, have you ever thought of public transportation or at least higher insurance rates?" We've been together for years now and very happy, except for the short time when he wouldn't talk to me after a boulder fell on him on a drive through Colorado. As if I *willed* it to happen or something. Well, now let me introduce you to Avarice - Av'ry for short. She's very prim and proper. And a bit like Kit in the fact that she has one of those CLICKY keys where from across a crowded parking lot i can just push the button to lock, unlock, beep the horn, pop the trunk, or run down the old lady who cut me off in traffic earlier. As they sit beside each other at night, Av'ry and Hubris pass notes to each other swapping strategies on how to best strand me in a moment of need. It's past 5:30 am and I have to be out the door for work in about an hour for my trek up an icy mountain road. I really shouldn't be torturing y'all for my bouts of insomnia but I'm all about sharing the love. (See! I did learn something from the hippies!) Forever yours, (or until supplies last) Laura "meeting all those Laura Llew needs since 1977" PS - Billzebub, I'm home safely :) PPS - Willzebub, I hope the date went well. I completely disapprove of Sexpot Sauer's statement of, "It's not a date if there's no snogging." No cute boys should be encouraged to be kissing if I'm not involved. PPPS - Oh I met up with another sinisterine and we went bowling too (see as I desperately try to seem like a cool kid). However, we're much less cut throat here. I won a game, he won a game, and then we moved on to plundering through old bookshops and record stores with glee. PPPPS - Maddie, I just read your post and your proposal. Now normally I don't consider any marriage proposal that doesn't at the *very least* involve fire, leatherclad midgets, and a mariachi band. However for a hot lesbian - poetry obsessed - salacious commenting filled - girl such as yourself I'm willing to at least spend one reckless night in Tijuana with you. I'm free next Sunday. PPPPPS - There was not even a reason to try and spell check this sucker *Also thanks to my own personal santas - Danny, Paul, Dahling, Billzebub, Jayward, Daveylicious, Brandt, Maddie, and someone else whose my forgetting will make me wake up in a start whenever I do eventually fall asleep. Y'all completely made my Christmas for which I was mostly unconscious for anyway. I must have gotten a blanket and a sweater as presents because I ended up under the former and using the latter as a pillow as I somehow fell asleep underneath the Christmas tree. Fortunately, no one mistook me for their present. (What you didn't asked for an exhausted clutzy absentminded girl this year? What is your problem?) _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: I don't want to play football
by Kenneth P Y Chu 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

Hello, I was going to write a really long e-mail about my adventures over the weekend, but quite frankly it has been a bit dull, so I'm gonna talk about footie instead. Moving to the UK at the late age of 12 means that I was "one of those" who doesn't have a favourite football team. Being one of those isn't fun, if you can imagine. As you walk along the school corridor, you can almost hear the gossips and jeers "psst, this boy is 12 and he still hasn't got a favourite football team!" Everyday you go to school, the boys in the class will be showing off their cherished relationship with their teams - they'd wear their scarves, hats and even the full kit when they have PE lessons. Sometimes you feel that it is so fake - Paul's only supporting Liverpool so he can show off to his friends when they win; John's only supporting Newcastle because their kit is pretty; Harry's only supporting Arsenal because the first 4 letters spell out a rude word - their supportership isn't about passion, or commitment: it's about ownership, exhibitionism. You don't want that. But times are hard when you're "one of them". Everyday you can feel the weight of several cruise boats over your head - such is the peer pressure you get - when you see their eyes of joy, when your friends walk into school knowing their team had just gone top of the table. You'd hide in a corner, trying to forget, and convince yourself that having a favourite team isn't the most important thing in the world, but it's hard when people talk about it constantly. You feel especially hurt when, people don't treat their teams preciously, at the first moment of trouble, a moment of conflict or even just when routine becomes a chore - they jump the boat - "oh their new kit is not pretty anymore - I'm supporting Derby County instead". Yet, the football teams will just accept them with open arms, don't they ever question? "Why? So what makes me different from your old team? How do I know that, if I lose 3-0 to Bristol Rovers in the FA cup you won't dump me faster than a baby with no diapers?" You don't understand, but what can you do? It's none of your business how football fanclubs operate, or how other people choose their teams. You just keep on looking for the team for you. The summer I'm supporting Ecuador for the World Cup tho. KEN P.S.: CARSMILE wrote my name in captial letters (e.g. "KEN") several times in his e-mail, THANKS STEVE! P.S.S.: After the bowling fever last week I went bowling with my mate in Milton Keynes again last night, and I was pish.. um, yeah the floor was too slippery, and stuff.... _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Birthdays, Love and Chocolate
by Belle The Birthday Dog 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

The girl woke me up this morning saying "Happy Birthday Belle!". I got excited because when she said "Happy Christmas Belle!" I got new toys and treats and when she said "Happy New Year Belle!" I got a bath and my hair brushed and was allowed to sit by the fire all day. So when the girl said "Happy Birthday Belle" I knew that today was going to be a good day. She explained that today was a very special day for me and I was now a whole year old! Can you imagine? A whole year old! I feel so proud! That means that this time last year it was the first day I had ever lived. I tried to think what it felt like on that day but I couldn't really remember. It was a long time ago. I didn't know the girl then, or anything about pigeons, or even about how good chocolate tasted. Chocolate does really taste great. I got really lucky not long go when I discovered a whole box of chocolates. I have a talent for these things. No chocolate can hide with me around. It all happened while the girl and this other girl, who has been staying with us for some time, were out. As usual I was in the kitchen with my bone, wondering if I should try to get the onions out of the cupboard, or whether it might be more fun to pull down the bag of rubbish and see what great things the girl had put in there by accident. Suddenly I realised I could open the door of the room where the other girl sleeps. I decided to investigate. That's when I found them A whole box of chocolates! Nobody could have possibly known they were there. It would have been impossible for them to leave them alone without eating them. I was just going to have one or two and then tell the two girls about them when they came back home. Things didn't work out as I had planned and somehow or other I found myself eating a whole lot more than just one or two. They were really lovely chocolates after all. Life can be really great sometimes. Other times the things that happen aren't so great like later on that same evening. The girl had come back home and I had started to feel very ill. To this day I don't know what could have caused it. I didn't care when the girl started to cook her food. I didn't care when she put my food in my dish for me. I didn't even care when she started to eat. And then I was sick! The girl looked like she might be sick too as she cleaned up after me and brought me water. She tried to make me lie on some newspaper but when you are ill you just want to lie on comfy carpets. Life has some strange twists to it one minute you are so happy having just made a brilliant discovery, the next you are feeling the worst you ever have. Life! It is completely crazy! And you can't reach the age of a whole year without realising that. Now That I am a whole year old I am also in love! I haven't told him yet but the other girl who came to stay with us brought us his picture to see and he is the best looking dog I have ever set eyes on. His name is Ali, he normally lives with the other girl in a different country called Greece. He has the most beautiful fur and eyes. The girls tell me one day we might meet although there might be a problem because Ali speaks a different language to me. I think it should be ok. I would be happy enough just to look into those deep brown eyes! Me and the girl are a right pair now. Both of us gazing at pictures of the boys and dogs that we are in love with. I said to the girl "it is hard being in love" she agreed and then giggled I am much more independent these days. The other week I went on holiday all by myself. I spent two whole nights without the girl. To be honest I think I prefer my holidays when I go away with the girl because I didn't really like the other dogs who were there all that much. I told them all about the band I am named after and why I am a little bit famous and they laughed at me and said "never 'eard of 'em mind you have you 'eard of that band steps? If you were named after them then I would be impressed." I didn't say anything back because I have heard of steps and I think I would much rather be named after the band I'm named after. If only I had my Ali with me. I'm sure he would have defended me. I'm a bit worried about my girl though. She is going on holiday without me in about a weeks time. She has to go to a whole different country all by herself. She tells me it is called San Diego and that she has to get there by plane. Can you believe it? She will fly! Just like a pigeon!! I hope she will find other people who like the band that make me a little bit famous. I wouldn't like her to be stuck with people who think Steps are better. From my experience people who like the band who make me a little bit famous know the best things to do and the best places to go to find pigeons. I'm sure that meeting some of these people would make the girl's holiday a little bit happier. I better go. I have to sit by the fire and dream about chocolate and Ali. Love and Kisses, Belle _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: Ribena Man
by Madeleine McNeil 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

Jenowl's post turned my thoughts (as Jenowl's posts normally do) to Ribena, and I have been meaning to tell you all aboutmy friend's recent staggering anouncement that he has been leading a secret life. By day he is Ben, but by night he is.... RIBENA MAN, seaching out Vitamin C deficiency and thirsty indie kids wherever they may be. Ben/Ribena Man says the clue to his secret identity is in his ordinary name: RiBENa. In which case, my secret identity should be Cake Woman, or maybe just a cake. Actually I've eaten so much stodge over Christmas that my secret identity as a cake is not so secret at all. I look like a big stodgey cake on legs. I digress. So, Ben felt able to reveal his identity to us on New Year's Eve. We were squished in the pub, drinking non-vitamin C-full drinks, so Ribena Man swooped. I gazed at him in awe. My eyes started their path at his feet - black boots, black and purple stripey tights ('pantyhose' to our American friends. God, I love that word. Pantyhose panythose pantyhose), black pants ('underwear' to our American cousins) over the tights and OH MY GOD! a sqeezy bottle of ribena attached right in the centre of his pants. On his crotch! Jeepers. Then an ammunition belt, complete with cartons of ribena attached to it for rapid deployment. A tight purple T-shirt, bearing the legend 'Ribena Man', complete with zig zags of purple lightning. Around his manly shoulders, a purple cape was draped. And, the final touch, a black mask over his eyes like Batman and Robin wear. He was the super hero of our dreams. So there you have it, Ribena deprived Sinister kids, just wish hard enough, shout loud enough, and Ben will leave his ordinary job on some thin pretence, jump into the nearest phone box, twizzle around a bit and emerge as RIBENA MAN to rescue you! In other news.... nothing much has happened. New Year, Ribena Man aside, was a bit rubbish. Not enough people I knew, not enough snogs. I think dancing to Sisters of Mercy (Temple of Love remix type thing) so hard I nearly puked was quite fun, I suppose. Andrew WK would be very proud of me. I frighteningly regressed by about 8 years on Saturday night, whilst sitting next to a pile of sick in a night club (not my sick, I hasten to add). I became 14 and sulked harder than I've ever sulked before. I made frequent trips to and from the bar ("oops, mind the vomit!"), muttering "fuckwits, bastards, music's shite, everyone's ignoring me, I hate you all" repeat to fade. I decided that perhaps I should go out to different places, sometimes with different people. Familiarity breeds contempt. And sulking, by the looks of it. I have recieved good things in the post recently. First, from Paul Field, Brandt Fundak, then more recently Melmoz (thanks for the cd!), then hand made one-off original badges from Will Salt and Dimitra and most recently, this morning, books from Lliterary Llew. Huge thanks, hugs, kisses, etc to all of you. Laura, I hope you realise this means I am forced to kidnap you, drive you to the Mexican border and marry you. Neither of us have any choice in the matter, I'm afraid. I don't actually like this drippy Belle and Sebastian band. I like Scottish bands, yes, but Del Amitri and Texas are more my bag. I only joined this odd mailing list to get free stuff. And what do you know - it worked! Whatever happened to the Poetry Parrot? Love Madeleine xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Careless Talk Costs £2.50
by Stephen Hewitt 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

ello babies long time no thing. and what a sini-full last week it has been. I shall now add some factual flesh to the rather abstract bones (should that be the other way round perhaps?) in true Reporting Back stylee. KEN is the london bowling champion, despite having been run a close second by BEN apps, who actually took the first game by a whisker. Mr Chu also has the official score cards printed out by the nice lady on the receptiony/change shoes here type place, although i'd rather he didn't reveal quite how RUBBIDGE i was (i used to be pretty average, but oxford is a bowling free zone). THAT BOWLING LINE UP IN FULL: LANE 2 Jeremy Marianna The boy G(reg) Ally96 Juicy Lucy LANE 3 Me Welthorpe, Edna, Mrs Liz Daplyn Hannah Brown (Jonny come lately) James Thornily LANE 4 Ken Ben Gen SGS M,IGMK LANE 1 was full of very very small children seemingly on their own, who were eating happy meals, and also getting higher scores than me, but they did have the rail things up, thus no gutter balls... so big fat props to uncle ken for doing all the organising, also it should be noted that we booked for 15 ppl and 15 turned up!!!!! blimey, what are the chances etc. We were then joined by Lixi, Cabbage and a brace of Moores, for pool, DDR, and, unsurprisingly, BOUZE. Also at this point i should thank Katarina Karlsson for my delightful sinister t-shirt, which was worn for the bowling, and also to reassure Lisa Holton that her (slightly belated) present *is* on its way. NYE saw a HUGE sini-gathering upstairs at the garage for the Strange Fruit party. Baxendale played, those who liked them before thought they were good, those who didn't, didn't (i am in the former category btw, any band who can have you singing along by the second chorus of a new song have to be good in my ever-so-humble). People who were there included <deep breath> Cabbage, Sally Moore, Carey Lander, Nick Dastoor, Lucy96, Ally96, The Pinefox, Welthorpe, Edna, Kevan Cooke, Liz Daplyn, KEN, Jeremy, Marianna, Richard. Gillanders. Kirsten (what a lovely girl she is :)), Robbo, Drunken Matt, Richard, Paul, Ginger Fox, Nick Passant, Casarotto, Miss Vicky and probably loads more i'm forgetting... I have actually read Careless Talk Costs Lives, blagged a review copy from Borders. I'm working myself up to write a review on ye olde blog, but basically, it's pretty good (bear in mind i haven't read any music mags for abt six months), but there's too much Everett in it and the mogwai thing is far too long. anyway, happily new year kids xoxo CarsmileSteve PS Stacey said "schlompiest" which is like the best word EVAH :) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: don't go breaking my heart
by Danny Farrell 07 Jan '02

07 Jan '02

Hello my lovelies. how are we all?the festive period is over now and i'm supposed to be getting down to some studying,but i'm not.so there.i hope hangovers are not too serious and drunken mistakes were not so huge a mistake.anyway On friday me and alan went on the pull with two friends,respective girls need not worry though we are very much enchanted by them,the pulling we done was on behalf the two friends.ryan friend was recently broken hearted and thought it was time to get back into the game but was still unsure,other friend just suffers from chronic shyness .ryan friend needed only a little encouragement.other friend though needed a step by step guide.it was odd because i hate 'the pull' and alan does too.it's something i refuse to do,yet here we were doing it for one of our friends. not quite sitting down and saying "hey we're danny and alan,you won't be sticking your tongues down our throats tonight because we're ecstatically content with our current situation in relational status but hey,you like our boys,you want them to buy you drinks,dance with you et al.?" but,it sure did feel like that at some points.alan having to get up and dance to get other friends arse of the seat and then needing to stand behind him to make sure he didn't sit down.saying you know friend,a girl dancing with you and holding your hand and gazing at you means she IS interested. anyway,there will be no repeat performances of that,ever. i am confused. this post may be a little self indulgent,so.indulge me.or don't,i'll understand. i usually start my sini posts in my computing lab at uni,however i'm off so instead this is solely done from my house,with cocoa,and without sleep for over well 38 hours now i think.mostly however i wish my lab were sitting on me.must be better than the weight of...nah,i can't be melodramatic even if i try.however my lab sitting on me must be a whole lot better than my insecurities and the problems of my friends resting on me.yes infinetely better indeed. yes my insecurities.friend girl is stalking me again,it got me thinking. i remember once i posted about how i never hide my emotions,and i don't,but i guess it's more than that,i lack emotional barriers.not i don't have any,but i have less emotional padding or dampener than most people. and when i'm going to be in a relationship,or aiming for a relationship or such,i let them know this.and they go oh danny i know you're so sensitive and kind and different.and it's true,the inability to hide emotions and the lessened padding does help me to be a lot more sensitive and i guess it's something that draws people to me. BUT. when they realise this i always tell them over and over,but the lack of this thing,the emotional barriers,the padding whatever you want to call it that i have less of.it does lead to my best qualities but it doesn't make me better,because it has a bad side too.i get really upset easily and depressed easily.a teasing take the wrong way reducing me to tears,and i know i shouldn't but i just can't do anything about it at all as much as i try,i can't stop feeling the sadness,even though i know it's just a joke i still get hurt. a meaningless argument leaving me so sad i'm unable to speak when i should recover the next morning.and i warn them all of this,every single person i ever date or even prospectively date,i warn them over and over and over. they say but danny it's okay,i know you're sensitive it's what i love about you,and i try to explain that,what i wrote above and they dismiss it. and then when they finally get an example they invariably run,they run away,i'm not hardened enough for them,i'm an idiot,maybe even childish. the thing that they love so much about me is also what makes them run away even after i've warned them again and again about the bad side to this character trait. and now. Now the person i consider the most beautiful girl in the whole world,she wants me.and she has my heart.and tells me i have hers.and so i should be happy.and. i am happy,happier than i have ever been in my whole life,and that doesn't even do my newfound happiness justice,it's the equivalent of a homeless person winning the lottery and saying "hey i have a little more money than i did yesterday".so yes i am infinetely more happy. but.i'm scared,more scared than i have ever been before. because of this,because this time i have so much to lose,because the person is the most astonishing person in the whole world to me and not,like now because it's her i want.just ever,i have never known anyone to be quite like her and she is unique in ways that can bring me to tears.so i'm scared in case there is a repeat performance of my whole life. that she'll drop me straight away.as soon as she see's the bad side,even though as usual i've warned again and again about the terrible flaws in a very open emotional state,i'm worried when she get's her first example she will run,like they all do. i guess however that it's a chance i've got to take for every stupid thing i say or do. but i have my newfound hope,and i hope, and i do believe, that she will understand the bad side to the things she loves me for and that she will accept them.but still i am very scared. boys can get their hearts broken to. love,huggles and beautiful confusion. always your danny xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: the course of the empire - desolation
by Kieran Devaney 06 Jan '02

06 Jan '02

dear sinister, i think we're growing apart. all you ever seem to talk about these days are gigs you know i couldn't go to and videos you know i haven't seen. or smut (prurience doesn't pay you know). i've never claimed to be the bands biggest fan (and wasn't it mark e. smith who said that the fall were a band for people who don't have a favourite band? - well i don't have a favourite band) but... what am i trying to say here? that i feel left out and that it's my own fault? probably. but as i type man utd have just gone 3-2 up against aston villa, and i'm no football fan but my brother is - a man utd fan as it goes. and since most of his mates are villa fans he's understandably euphoric; united hadn't been looking themselves for most of the game, villa scored two in two minutes, ferguson brought on van nistelroy (sp?) and suddenly the tide has turned. but can i feel any of that joy? nah. "but thats not the same thing is it?" i hear you cry "you're a fan of belle and sebastian aren't you?" which is true, but it's better if anecdotes are fallible, they make better talking points then. it seems customary to remark on how long it has been since you last posted somewhere near the top of your post (bless me father, it has been seven and a half years since my last confession and these are my sins...) but i honestly can't remember - the churlish amongst our readers will be thinking i could just check the archives, but then i could give you the exact date and even tell you what i was on about that day and such is the realm of the pedant. if i were to do that then small children would point at me on the street and shout "PEDANT!" at me, and be well within their rights to do so. well, what have i been up to since whenever it was that i last posted? have i been poised, cat like, notepad in hand, collating my experiences ready to type them in here for your delictation? at which point does experience lose its lustre twixt mind and paper, between keyboard and computer screen? will anything i tell you register in the way i want it? how can i possibly let you know everything? do i even want to? what may i already have lost throught the holes in my recollection or throught my multitudinous delusions? if only there was something you could experience as i did... but wait! such a thing exists thanks, in part, to the magic of computers. i downloaded an mp3 quite by chance from audiogalaxy (in wishing to further broaden my horizons i had decided to try some of their recommended avant-garde flavour artists), a song called 'nipples' by peter brotzmann and it is utterly fantastic. one of the most startling things i have ever heard. depending on your standpoint i suppose it's as good or as bad as free jazz gets. perhaps i sound doe-eyed and naiive - free jazz not being something i'm particularly au fait with, but there was a lot of free jazz amongst the shedload of songs i downloaded and that was the choice cut, so give it a go. there were other things i wanted to tell you. i wanted to tell you about working at the glebe farm library the day after boxing day, with barely ten people visiting the library all day, and having to endure heart FM (tinpot local radio) the whole day. in a library most probably with fewer books than you have in your house - fewer books that are actually worth reading anyway, does that make me sound like an intellectual snob? don't care. i recall that some of my last post was dedicated to telling you about my annoyance at end of year best of lists. well allow me to elucidate further, because to my (and i'm sure your) amusment some people posted comedy lists which i found highly amusing, a gold star for them (if only i could remember their names - damn). and then just the other day the fast show spectacularly sent up such lists, as well as those horrible nostalgia programmes whilst also showing some of their best clips. did anyone else see that? fantastic. one such best of list, which despite falling foul of all the faults i described in my last post, and is almost criminally predictable, but always manages to pique my interest is the john peel festive fifty. and while i don't think there was a bad song in it this year, subject to debate obviously (that cuban boys song for example isn't particularly palatable the second time you hear it). but if i were john peel i would be a tad annoyed that the list was dominated by, as peel himself put it: "cute white kids". he must play two or three reggae records every show, two or three dancey type records and yet the only dancey type thing in the whole chart was squarepusher's somewhat tongue in cheek 'red hot car'. most disappointing. that said i suppose i was glad melys won, because that is a great pop record. far too much white stripes and strokes though, obviously. aren't minidiscs good? do you think you could tell what i look like just from reading what i've written to sinister? could i do it for some of you? something to think about isn't it? or perhaps i strike you as some epicine entity, as smoke curling through binary numbers, transcending appearance. being just words. it has always struck me as sort of odd that people on the net who belong to things like sinister put their pictures up for people to see - surely it defeats the purpose of this new unbiased method of communication? or perhaps not, perhaps i'm looking into this too much. i'm certainly not saying that showing people your picture is a bad thing, but if it changes their perception of you then surely my point is vindicated? i suppose that'll do for now remember, eccentricity is the last refuge of the played out bourgeois bye then - 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: oh narcissus, ye are reincarnated sinister
by Chris Butler 06 Jan '02

06 Jan '02

every day i feel more and more that email is a reflecting pool. these zeros bend to ones to catch a droplet of ourselves that will truly convince us we lived. i promise to leave a trail of blood rather than of files. + senor droolcup [ ready to duel ] +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Looks so cool in his purple socks, saw him sitting on a pillar box...
by Corduroy Boy 06 Jan '02

06 Jan '02

IknowIknowIknow I posted only the other day, but this is just a shorty. Infact, so short, I'll be all executive and bulletpoint the thing. 1) Jen's back. Whoo-hoo! Ribena an'stuff! 2)I saw Lord of the Rings. It is brill and my favourite character is gollum. My own, my precious... 3) Trailers before Lord of the Rings: Vanilla Sky. Tom Cruise is a pilchard *but* I only looked up from my popcorn because the first track for the soundtrack of Vanilla Sky was, methinks, Looper. That's quite a big break for them, isn't it? Not personally a great fan but it's the best of music I'm not a fan of. If I had to go to a club and it wasn't an indie club, I'd get'em to play looper. If it isn't looper then some major plagiarism has taken place. 4) Astrid, haha. that subject line is from my mixtape...I'm blushing! Write soon XXX Thanks for reading, but it was only short and there were no long words so don't get too carried away. Oh, 5) My new favourite word thanks to Rachel P is milquetoast, but I don't know if you pronounce it milk-a-toast or milky-toast, perhaps you could get back to me on that one... If I've come this far I might as well add 6) This week I have been listening to "the Wayward bus" by the Magnetic Fields. It is good. The subject line is from "Spacehead" by the Primitives. It is good. Well, it's still shorter than some. Of mine. Dancing in the neon rain, Tom XXXX +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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