February 2002 - Sinister

Sinister: space channel 5, shoot shoot shoot!
by Robyn Fadden 19 Feb '02

19 Feb '02

wha! not that there was ever any doubt, but simply by mentioning 'space channel 5', archel is a confirmed *rad* person. this game is so great! i particularly like the space channel 5 girl's voice - 'shoot' 'shoot' 'shoot'! and the way she walks. in heels. which is a necessary part of fighting aliens with dancing skilz. i always wear my stilletos in such situations. then archel quoted something about spiritual mountains. i too know these things are cheesy, but i need to hear/read them often so i don't forget what life is about. it's too easy to become complacent. i know a lot of people complain about the olympics, but while i find the hype unbearable, i really like watching the events, knowing how hard these people worked and how it's possible to do what you love. and the variety of backgrounds the athletes come from. i don't know, i just get this sense of possibility from the whole thing, despite the competitiveness. it must be my cheesy canadian defense mechanism - 'yeah, so we only won 8 medals. it's not about that, people! it's about *so much more*!' erm. good things as of late: - dan-d-pak sesame crackers (as of 5 minutes ago when i ate one). - four tet (his album 'pause'. it even has the voices of children at play on it, which reminds me of some other band...) - 'indiana jones and the temple of doom' on tv last night. i call for a resurgence of the 1930s adventure movie! with silly lines of bravado! and perfect hair! and real sets! - getting cast off broken wrist. wrist not being broken anymore. the fun that was a sunday of snowboarding! with wristguards! warnings: - i am coming to england in may! watch out. - i am working on a website that will change everything. or just be something fun. address to be posted once ass in gear. - rob/y/i/n/s mixtape! watch out. thanks, sinisters, for being a source of wit, smut and mental stimulation. also, i bet if you harnessed the free-floating anxiety of this list, you really would be able to power a small country. and we would call it 'sinisterland' and it would be fun and all our worries would be forgotten because they'd be too busy making power. and i mean this in the nicest way :) robyn ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden(a)yahoo.com Vancouver, BC __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Stewie's Complete Guide To Love
by Stewie-Louie Ratatouille 19 Feb '02

19 Feb '02

Valentine's Day seems to have got many of us thinking about "homo amorous" ("wo/man in love." is that an acceptable construction?) with various degrees of sadness so I thought I would chime in with my take on the whole thing which may be peculiar but has kept me out of bad moods for a couple of years now. In short, I simply don't buy it. I ruined high school and most of college in search of my soul mate and figuring everyone who fancied me back was the one (thus I was crushed every time they proved to be otherwise). I have decided that there is no such thing as a soul mate, the thing to do is find someone who is interested in doing what you are interested in doing and that you are interested in doing that with each other. Don't put anything beyond that onto what you are up to (unless/until it sincerely develops). It may sound less than romantic but it seems to be a more honest and more healthy way to go about doing things (at least for me). All the mysterious gaming that goes on is compounded by the mythic proportions "love" has been awarded to create a situation where most of us will feel like we are missing out most of the time and that we need to hold on to anyone who remotely resembles a safe haven even at the expense of our dignity, self esteem and emotional well being. So ... buck up!! You all like good music and you are interesting and entertaining enough that people genuinely look forward to hearing from you (at least I do). Now ... how do you do a group hug on-line? Stewart [Amour Fou is always illegal, whether it's disguised as a marriage or a boyscout troop--always drunk, whether on the wine of its own secretions or the smoke of its own polymorphous virtues. It is not the derangement of the senses but rather their apotheosis--not the result of freedom but rather its precondition. - Hakim Bey] _________________________________________________________________ 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: stop apologising for the things you've never done
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 19 Feb '02

19 Feb '02

matt henderson talked of eighties love song mixes. just this very morning i kickstarted my old walkman (sadly neglected since the advent of the minidisc) and cranked my very own eighties mix up to the max. it's a heady combination of cheese and quality, from madonna to morrissey, bananarama to the bangles. just the intros to some of these songs make me happy. there is really NO nineties/noughties song that can get me smiling and jigging like 'love in the first degree' or 'town called malice'. tragic really... speaking of which, i think we should all club together and buy ken a copy of the playstation (formerly dreamcast) game 'space channel 5', where you shake your booty as you report on world events and kill aliens using only your DANCING skills. wow, amazing that i can still be so utterly frivolous on sinister even when privately grappling with the meaning of life. i wish i could write posts like lindsey's and bron's... cheating though it is to express your own opinions through the words of others, this passage struck a chord somewhere: "The allegory of a physical mountain for the spiritual one that stands between each soul and its goal is an easy and natural one to make. Like those in the valley behind us, most people stand in sight of the spiritual mountains all their lives and never enter them, being content to listen to others who have been there and thus avoid the hardships. Some travel into the mountains accompanied by experienced guides who know the best and least dangerous routes by which they arive at their destination. Still others, inexperienced and untrusting, attempt to make their own route. Few of these are successful, but occasionally some, by sheer will and luck and grace, do make it. Once there they become more aware than any of the others that there's no single or fixed number of routes. There are as many routes as there are individual souls." i think it might be really cheesy, actually, but i like it. luv archel xxx ps. i originally resurrected my walkman so i could listen to the tapetastic sounds i recently acquired courtesy of corduroy tom and asm walton - thanks again you LOVELY BOYS! ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.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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Re: Sinister: as for me, i wish that i was anywhere, with anyone, making out.
by Timothy Steven Moyle 19 Feb '02

19 Feb '02

if life hurts to much then why try to figure it out, just take it, remember and laugh and cry and learn and fight for what you believe is right what ever object that might be, man,woman,job, whatever, and always never say goodbye to someone, because thats the end, you always say see you laters' and the theyll always come back, ONE DAY................worked for me but then im single, and sometimes wish that one person would come back, but in some ways once all the loniness goes, then its good ridence because theres always someone better on the bus, on the underground, in a club, all waiting to be found, its just a pity it take a ****ing strange journey to find that one. oh back to work scanning paper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >From: "lindsey baker" <halighhalou(a)hotmail.com> >Reply-To: "lindsey baker" <halighhalou(a)hotmail.com> >To: sinister(a)missprint.org >Subject: Sinister: as for me, i wish that i was anywhere, with anyone, >making out. >Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 17:14:46 -0600 _________________________________________________________________ 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: bare baiting
by Mark Casarotto 19 Feb '02

19 Feb '02

Hey sinister, In my inbox this morning - my sinister-digest and my first piece of porn spam in ages! "Teens doing farmyard animals" - obviously I didn't visit, but it's nice to know they're keeping me in the loop. It's a dull day today, and I have to a) sort out inconsistencies in my pension and b) buy a bit of rubber tubing known as a Y-piece. Y indeed. Did you know that the UK is the only country where washing machines have cold AND hot water inlet pipes? The rest of the world make do with just cold. Apparently. (does that count as my tip for the day? It had better, I'm getting crap at keeping up with the housework) The dastardly Ben Apps slagged off his own flesh and blood in front of 1,500 people, knowing full well that Will was unable to respond. Boo, jeer etc. Speaking of Mr Apps has reminded me that the spring-like weather must be heralding another game of sinister football! There's a yahoogroup for people, in London and environs, who are interested; to visit the homepage, go to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sinisterfitba/ (or to subscribe with nary a moment of fuss, email sinisterfitba-subscribe(a)yahoogroups.com) How does the afternoon of SUNDAY 3RD MARCH sound? Cheerio, 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Waldo has been shot...and he's all over my doughnuts
by Matthew Henderson 19 Feb '02

19 Feb '02

It's that time of the year again. I've looked everywhere. It is now official. This entire city has run out of my cigarettes. I'm a bit upset about that. I just don't know what to do. My grandfather was in town this weekend. I went with him to the Pensacola Naval Aviation museum today. I like planes, but I just couldn't shake this awful feeling, like they were trying to sell me something. I don't know. It all reeks of propaganda. Am I too cynical? He told me some interesting things about my mom as well. Her current life anyway. I know so little about my mother, and she lives only five minutes away. It's funny how, growing up, people can seem so indestructible, so noble, so perfect. I always saw my mom like that. I recall when I knew my father was less than perfect, and when they were divorced, I just assumed it was my father's fault, and my mother was an innocent victim. However, in the past few months, I have noticed some interesting slips in her personality. She always puts on this whole fake persona for me, which I guess makes sense. My father told me she smokes this past christmas, and my sister thought I was an idiot for not knowing. Am I just trying to cover it up? It doesn't really bother me, and I haven't really thought about it much, but I do find it interesting. Now I come to find out that she's been fucking some married guy. This reeks of trouble. She also called up my dad's fiancee and went off on her for using him for his money and whatever. My mother, the epitome in my life of control, is slipping. I suppose it's slightly damaging to my psyche in some way. I don't know. It only seems to make me more cynical about people and the world around me. First, one finds out the government actually <gasps> lies, and to an insane degree. Next, the parents get divorced and one's hopes for true love and blah blah blah are shattered. Anyway, the list goes on and on. I find it fascinating to try to go back and trace the major plot points of my life that developed me as the person I am now. I was watching Seinfeld today, and Jerry began showing emotions. "what is this salty discharge?" I haven't really felt that salty discharge in a while. I have a feeling it is all going to come flooding back though. Later. A lot later. In more exciting news, I read Andrew's post about going to Glasgow, and he mentioned Stevie's welcoming students to Glasgow. Since I'm going in March (10-14 ladies and germs, line up to meet me!), and I have nothing really to do there (aside from hopefully meeting up with a few extra lovely sinisters), I think I might just follow it. Why not I say. Oh, and sweetie, avert your eyes, I'm going to talk about gigs. It seems me and my trusty sidekick are taking a mother road trip (for us, anyway) and driving to Detroit, then Chicago, then Atlanta. Aaah, it feels nice to be obsessed with something. It almost gives me a sense of purpose. Anyhow, I hope to see a few of you there. What is it about doughnuts? This powerful force that drives me to get out of bed in the middle of the night, drive down to Krispy Kreme, pull up to that drive thru, and order two tasty chocolate covered creme filled doughnuts. MMMM. I'm getting hungry. My lovely friend Sara sent me my first ever mixtape! It's terribly exciting and addicting. Now I see the true brilliance in Laura's Mix Tape Challenge. I think I caught a Sudden Death (the Van Damme one) reference in the game NHL 2002 the other day. I can't confirm it, but I'm relatively sure. Last item. A friend of mine (who will read this) went on a date of sorts Saturday night. He came over at about 1:30 and as he walked in the door, the first thing he said was "she's a fucking creed fan." But apparently she's quite hot, so I asked him if he would continue seeing her. "I don't know, it would sort of just be for shallow reasons." This leads to a practical question. One asked many many many times before, but is hot tail worth listening to Creed? Or at least associating with someone who likes Creed? A boy band/spears fan is alright. They find it fun. But a creed fan, she must find something stimulating on an 'intellectual' level from it. Is this a bad sign? Also, I had a cheesy 80's lovesong mix cd, but I can't find it. I need to make a new one, but BETTER. One that I could play at a party, and perhaps slow dance with mandee to. ;) Any suggestions would be much appreciated. Signing off, -Matt _________________________________________________________________ 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: as for me, i wish that i was anywhere, with anyone, making out.
by lindsey baker 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

hello sinister. i saw him for the first time in six months on valentine's day, of all days. i decided that day to walk myself and my miniskirt right on out of poetry class at the break. i tightened my scarf around my throat, and snapped up my red jacket. i had to have a bit of v-day glory, i thought, to balance out the all-black attire i had chosen for the godforsaken day. i left the building, walked into the february air that for some reason feels more like late march. early spring. when things are supposed to breathe and lift up and out of their hiding places. but i know it's still winter and still february because everything is shrouded. i decided i'd finally break down and buy my first pack of fags. nobody likes a bummer, really, and i can only charm so many cigarettes out of people with my flashing eyes and teeth. i don't know why i smoke them, really. maybe it's to look cool, to be a part of the scene. i have written that i like the dizzy feeling they leave me with, like i have just kissed a forbidden boy, and my chest is tight and heaving with restraint. but the boys taste better. i started the walk from campus to downtown, the first time i had ever ditched in the middle of a class to walk somewhere. i suppose somehow since the diagnosis i feared my feet wouldn't work for long enough to carry me that far; they did. i called paul to tell him why i had been crying eariler that day when i ran into him coming out of the union. the tears were still stinging, and he told me i was too worried, too silly. and too good, besides. and i walked in circles along the sidewalks, streets of cobblestone of which downtowns in nebraska are so fond. i walked past the photography shop where i bought black and white film for my photo class, past the coffee shop where mandee and i defiled a bathroom (well, really mandee. but that's just because she's a delinquent like that.) and i retrudged half the path i walked with the boy about a month ago. actually, exactly a month ago tomorrow. and then. about a block away from the cigarette shop. i saw him. trying to get my attention, waving his hand and grinning like we had just parted ways that morning for class. i told paul goodbye, and closed my mobile, and cried as i ran to him, saying that on that day, of all days, i should see him. he always gave me good, long hugs. and he did then. he asked me how i was, and we attempted, feebly, to catch each other up on lives led apart and away and together. we sought each other, then, for the people we knew, but i think we came up with new people. haunted people. i told him i had been asking about him. but had heard nothing. he told me he didn't do drugs anymore. and i cried again. he walked with me, told me what he was doing, that he was happy. i told him about this summer, about my confusion with the way things are. he told me he had dropped out of college, was working and reading and in love with a girl. i told him i was jealous of him. and then he told me he was getting married, and for a moment or two, there on the street, i wondered why he wasn't marrying me. next month, he said, and the two of them are going to the justice of the peace. he walked to the cigarette shop with me, and directed me to the french kind he always used to smoke when he went out with me. for a long time, i looked only at his mouth, and thought how his life was so governed by it, and how, for a while, it had governed my life, too. we walked to his car, a new one, and knew then that we were parting again. i didn't want it to really be the last time, and maybe it won't be. but it was the end, then, of something, and he held me for too long and not long enough, just like he always did. he apologized for ever being a burden to me. and i told him he never was. that i loved him. that i still love him. and he said he loved me. and that i was amazing. and then. he was gone. i took the damn pink lenses away from my eyes, so they wouldn't get streaked with mascara. i didn't know when i would stop crying, then. i walked back to the paper without my glasses, and for the first time in a few weeks, i really saw. i used to always say to marc that i believed in the cliche. it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. in the last few weeks, i said damn the cliche, because it isn't true. love is overrated, right? and who needs it. not me. so there. it is better to have always been alone, to never know what it is to love, especially when the love will some day be taken away. i didn't think i could really live with a heart so broken. but then. i saw him. and i knew this valentine's day that i really had loved marc the way he wanted me to all along. we both knew it thursday, and i was glad of it. i remember last year he told me if he had money, i would have had flowers and candy and all manner of crap valentine's day items. but because he was poor, all he could give me was that he thought of me always, and i was never alone. and i told him that was enough. and it was. and it still is. and even if i never have love for long, or miss it when i do have it, it is better, after all, to have had it at all, even in its smallest measure. message to bron: love, my suggestion for you is to ditch class and take your worldly backpack for a walk through the nearest downtown area. not a remedy for living life the way you are supposed to, but certainly a temporary band-aid for the wounds of the real fucking world. someday, we'll wish we did have someone around to tell us how everything works, because figuring it out for ourselves just hurts too much. love, lindseylou _________________________________________________________________ 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: mighty thirsty aren't we
by Bron 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

it's like a bad movie or bad karma striding headfirst in a direction blind getting so far and not feeling accomplishment nature girl's in college cuz she was told it was best she doesn't know what she wants but she does know a diploma is what the world wants it'll give her freedom someday she knows it but she feels like she's an attraction at a zoo caged tired don't let small children feed her (grr) setting: history of communications 201 class "what is he talking about?" "god, he's dry...i wish he wouldn't try to sound enthusiastic, it just makes it worse..." i look down at my backpack stains cover the bottom of it it's been over the Pacific Ocean it's been on countless trains it's been carried up mountain tops it's been thrown in a tent on an island surrounded by water wherein the distance one could see unknown women washing their daily laundry and now look at it sitting in a corner of a classroom not gathering stains racking up miles not by going distances but by bouncing back n forth from home to class like a fuckin ping pong ball "....somethin somethin somethin...mass media," my prof stammers out of his pointy chicagoan- accented mouth. MASS MEDIA ~~~oooohhhh the word sends shivers down my spine~~~ how did i ever convince myself to get this far? setting: back in my room on my computer writing a tart post... well. i'm gonna eat some processed food now, full of preservatives and artificial flavoring. my sincere apologies for not being optimistic this morning. you know how it goes though, when ya just can't figure out what you want and you're already 3 years into a 4 year mess... it's like getting smashed at a party and realizing you would have rather gone bowling with your grandma instead. HERE'S AN ATTEMPT AT MAKING THIS A HAPPIER POST: :-D i'll work it out! everythin will be okay! smile! jesus loves you! buddha loves you even more! and then there's your mom and she's just a rocket of a gal...she loves you too! we all love you!!!! ahhh dear me great i feel better.... well, my delimma isn't really gone but, right. i wish you all the best o luck in all your endeavors this week. much love, ---your mountain mama sweetheart X come and sit on my knee twist around my back and fall off the bench tumble till you stop and laugh again sunshine shadows glisten in your eyes it's coming, love and so are you ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: My first time
by fbrito＠magnasistemas.com.br 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

It was October, last year. I can't remember the day now, I think it was 18. But I'm sure it was a Friday. On that day I fell in love. It's not easy for me to say that, specially me, a macho latino guy (just kidding, guys, just kidding!). But yes, I saw them... and now I'm in love! And I'm damn straight! How is that possible?! There was Sarah, but the rest of them are men! I think I was lucky for Isobel didn't come to Brazil, cos she's really cute! I wonder what might have happend if I saw her... But she was afraid to fly... you know the story. So she never came to Brazil. It's funny, cause just a few weeks later she went to Japan, and I don't think she went on a boat! Never mind... let bygones be bygones. I was talking about falling in love with a band. Then there I was. Alone, for none of my friends like or even know them. First I saw Grandaddy, later on I shed some tears listening to superb Sigur Rós. And then I saw Stuart and the rest of them. It was like the Beatles were back on stage! I've never seen or heard anything like that. People went crazy! And I'm sure the guys in the band were impressed with all that frenzy! And I couldn't help smiling back to Stuart every time he smiled at me (I was in the first row, right in front of him!) He was wearing a very old Smiths t-shirt, and he was a bit amazed with the return from the audience. The funny part was when he tried to say some words in portuguese. He took one of those phrase books, and started speaking, in an awkward portuguese, things like "Tem uma camisinha? Nao? Entao nao da." ("Do you have a condom? No? So we can't do it."). It was comic! And then the climax, when they played Mutantes and Legal Man. I don't know if I have ever been that happy in my whole life. On the cab, heading home, I had that huge smile on my face! I think the driver was afraid I was stoned! But I was in love. It was love at the first sight. And I was so happy for I had found out that it was possible, that someone could fall in love with only one glance! Since then I've never stopped looking for B&S stuff, I've bought all of their LPs and EPs, I've seen every TV shows were there was even only a slight mention of them. And I'm looking forward to watch the "B&S episode" of Gilmore Girls, which is shown a few weeks later here. And now I have you sinisterians, you seem to be beautiful, wonderful people (I'm sure you are!), and I hope I find new friends in some of you. - - - I'm Fernando, from Sao Paulo, Brazil. I'm 24 years old. I share a flat with two other room mates. I left mom's house in 1999 to live my own life. I work as a programmer. I LOOOOOOOVE dancing. I like indie music and indie clubs. And now you guys will turn green with envy... I HAVE MY OWN DDR MACHINE!!! Well in fact it's not mine, it belongs to my korean room mate, but it's in my flat and I can use it any time I want! And I'm not going any further with my introduction, I don't think that's the way it works. I must admit I'm struggling to prevent myself from doing so, but it would be a very, very biased introduction. So I leave it to you, take you own conclusions. Ciao! Fernando Brito +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 can smell the coffee, why can't you?
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

well, the university network is down AGAIN. am compelled to type random sentences... may self-destruct with boredom otherwise. ian (or was it st peter?) wrote: as the buddha once said "fuck me with a long hot baguette, i'm buggered if i know what's going on". which sums it all up really. i'm reading 'zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance' at the moment, which means that i can be found sitting lost in thought on the train every morning with a furrow as deep as the grand canyon between my brows. is it, i wonder, possible to STOP THINKING? i know hannah brown was going to give it up for lent - let me know how you manage hannah. i'm sure there's an interesting zen point to be made about the process of trying to obtain belle and sebastian tickets. it stands to reason that something so complicated must contain the meaning of the universe within it somewhere. personally, i decided to prove to myself that i am not a sad obsessed fan by, er, not buying a ticket. didn't work - now i'm just a sad, obsessed, GRUMPY fan who's �20 better off. i just noticed, however, that i've got a whole WEEK AND A HALF off work at easter, and have formulated a vague plan to head up to scotland, whore myself around glasgow a bit, and then somehow acquire a ticket for edinburgh. whaddya think? the lovely featherboa made me feel less alone in my phone phobia, which was nice. i wonder if imagining the person on the end of the line naked works? or would it just make it much worse? toy stephen, the word is palindrome. the first words spoken by a human were in fact palindromic: 'madam, i'm adam'. (this is the kind of pointless game that keeps me busy for hours on end. i spent all morning (in a break from zen) doing cryptic crosswords and listening to a programme about whether pontius pilate really said 'what is truth'? not the best way to switch my mind off perhaps...) last night i did relax properly, or tried to, by putting one of those fizzy balls in a hot bath. but what they don't tell you is that as it dissolves it releases loads of petals and shit into the water, so you can't relax fully because you're worrying about how you're going to get all this floating matter out of the plughole later... sometimes i think i have enough free-floating anxiety to power a small country. luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.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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