February 2002 - Sinister

Sinister: dip your finger in and try my fiscal policies
by Tim Hackett 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

Hi. Ages ago (last year now I think) Bapps called me a wanton lurker. I like that, so it seems all wrong that i'm actually writing something cus that might make me a wanton poster, which sounds like someone who has a fetish about pillar boxes. Which i haven't. Honestly. Anyway, being old fashioned and only having access to a telephone at the time, I rang up the 'Belle and Sebastian ticket hotline' to get my tickets for the brixton academy and things are progressing nicely until we come to finalise the deal... them: "that'll be 4.50 for postage" me: "how much? can't you just use a first class stamp?" them: "sorry sir, it's registered next day delivery" me: "and what was the 2 pounds booking fee for then" them: "thats for administration" me: "grumble grumble moan unsubtle sigh of defeat etc. oh go on then" them: "thankyou very much sir, the tickets will be with you in the next 28 days" me: "but you've just screwed me for 4.50 for next day delivery, i want them tomorrow not in 28 days" and so it went on. Now, I don't begrudge Belle and Sebastian their 17.50, but it does seem a bit over the top for wayahead to charge you almost 40 percent of the ticket price just to get your hands on the tickets. Nevermind eh. Has anyone heard anything about support acts yet? I hear that now H from steps has played eat my goal on sm:tv far too many times his diary is almost empty... Gina mentioned Dave Dee's Banana Warehouse, which just needs to be repeated because it is such a good name even if the place is full of over priced junk. Talking of bananas, I went to the banana cabaret on friday night, in london town, which was definitely a good thing (and it's nothing like the banana cabaret in amsterdam before peoples smutty minds go into overdrive). The Treasure Hunt sounds like great fun. Brings back lots of memories of keneth kendall and wincy willis helping a couple of OAP's guide anika rice to the post office to collect their pensions for them... Hope the york sinister massives feet aren't getting too wet. I guess that is why the university have put the hire rates of campus rooms up to 25 squid a night - being on top of the hill it is one place in york thats not going to flood. right then, back to my stone, tim.x This email was bought to you with the letter P and the number 8 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: The View from my Window
by Kieran Devaney 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

The cool kids just walked past my window and went off down Fieldhouse Road. They were carrying their guitars today so I think they're in a band together, I call them the cool kids because they consciously dress like members of The Strokes and, increasingly, they seem to be taking their guitars everywhere they go - there are three of them and one must be the drummer because he doesn't ever carry a guitar, I assume it must be his house they rehearse at. I don't know them at all, and I can only distinguish them because they dress a bit differently from most of the people round here (currently en vogue in Yardley, Birmingham is the 'kev' style of dress, which various different regions also call townies, chavs, neds etc... you know what I mean). Anyway they're probably rehearsing right now, the cool kids that is, no doubt crafting some mean rock 'n' roll in a bedroom in one of the grotty cul de sacs off Fieldhouse Road. As I said, I don't know them at all, but I'm actually on nodding terms with the one I assume to be the drummer - or at least he nodded at me the other day when I was out on one of my wanders, I nodded back of course, a bit puzzled. I suppose he thought I might be a kindred spirit, since I dress a bit like he does, perhaps he wanted empathy or something, there isn't a lot of empathy round here. I think they're probably too cool for me though to be honest, I wonder what they'd think of my record collection - I mean, I've got some Velvet Underground and Pavement records and stuff which they'd probably like, but what they'd make of Plone and Boards of Canada I'm not sure. To be fair to them though, the first time I saw the three of them together I admittedly dismissed them as bandwagon-jumpers, but people who live up Fieldhouse Road can't just afford guitars and crazy hairdos unless they're serious. It looks as though either number 161 or 163 is being put up for sale (i can't tell from just craning my neck and looking up the road - the sign isn't in a very good place, a bloke in a white van parked up there a while ago and put up a Dixons sign - 0121 784 7744 is the number you have to ring for details, or you can go to www.rightmove.co.uk and look up 161 or 163 Blakesley Road Yardley Birmingham. There might even be a picture, but I warn you, it isn't a very nice house. Anyway, the man who came to put up the sign had his kid (I assume) in the van with him, which I thought was quite interesting - the milkman also had his son (again an assumption) in his milk float with him, does anyone get milk from milkmen anymore? It seems to be a dying trade. It's a nice thought though, the son, gives up a precious day of half term frolics to go out with his dad and see what the working world is like, a chance for bonding and learning perhaps. However, when this white van parked up the kid stayed inside while the man went about putting up the sign (I couldn't quite see properly, but it appeared as if he didn't announce his arrival to the occupants of number 161 or 163, whichever it is, he just silently went about his work. What economy of emotions kept the boy inside the van, was it his decision or his dad's? Perhaps the boy had started the day keenly helping, as eager kids do, but he got in the way a bit too much and was banished to the van. Or perhaps the boy, helping eagerly at first soon lost interest and became bored - realising that his dad's job wasn't all he had thought it to be. The way you sort of idolise your dad, especially if your mum doesn't work, just for the way he goes off to work every day, theres something noble and mysterious about it. Then when you get a bit older, and you learn about job hierarchies and salaries and things, and you realise he's as boring and fallible as everyone else. I sometimes feel really sorry for my dad, he dropped out of school when he was 15 and theres something that chips away at the ego when you work all week but still have to have family credit - it's something my rich friends dad's at school don't really have to think about, I think that bothers him a bit too, on parents evenings and things when he chats to the engineers and doctors and things. We're not struggling or anything, I wouldn't be typing to you on this computer if we were but I think it does bother him sometimes. I remember one evening, about two years ago - it was a strange evening to say the least, because my mum was out, and she's never out at that time of day. The rest of us were sitting in the living room watching TV - me, my two brothers, my little sister and my dad. He had told us mum was out shopping "Aren't all the shops shut though now?" "Well... She'll be on her way home now wont she?" "It's getting a bit late though isn't it?" "You know what the buses are like from town at this time of night." His story wasn't exactly watertight, but it didn't really bother us much. Anyway, we were watching this stupid show about surfing, on quality channel eurosport (they were taking a break from ski jumping for an hour or so I presume), and the show was focussing on the senior division of this surfing tournament being held somewhere in Australia. And the surfers participating in it were about my dads age, almost 40, some a bit older and they were being interviewed and typically going on about how good it is to still be able to participate and how much they were enjoying the tournament because nobody was taking it too seriously and all, everything you'd expect them to say. While this was going on, my dad said, to no one in particular: "Imagine doing that, travelling all over the world and doing what you love - a completely different life..." and he broke off. I remember feeling a bit uncomfortable at the time and casting my mind back to the time he used that same phrase "a completely diferent life." on our holiday in Weston Super Mare that year as we were standing on the seafront looking up at the big houses on a foresty hill a bit further up the coast, they all looked out onto the sea. "Imagine living there," he had said "A completely different life.." "Yeah, but it'd be freezing in the winter." my mum had cut in, "yeah" he had agreed. Afer he said that I think I went upstairs to do some homework or something, and a bit later my mum came back and we found out the real reason she had been out - she was pregnant again, we were having another baby. She had been to the doctors to be properly tested and everything. At the time I was naturally a bit flustered by the news, if you've been keeping count you'll realise this would be my parents fifth child, and so it wasn't until later that I made the connection between that and what my dad had said. He obviously knew when he was watching that programme about surfing - the doctor's test was just a formality. I'm not trying to say that he didn't want to have another child (incidentally said child is now born and fine and everything), but just that he sometimes gets tired of it all, and you can hardly blame him for that. I've digressed massively there, but as I watched the boy in the white van, waiting for his dad to put up the for sale sign I could tell that was the last place he wanted to be, he visibly winced as some giggling kids ran past the van. I suppose I felt a bit sorry for him, stuck in that van for whatever reason. But they drove off and whichever house it is is now for sale. In other news, my mum says that she saw the man across the road putting down grass seed the other day (is this the right time of year for grass seed, I don't know), but she thinks she saw him. This isn't that unusual you may be thinking, but the house in question is a bit odd as regards plant life in the front garden, in that there isn't any - not one single thing is growing there. Last summer the man who lives there, and the rest of his family took it upon themselves to remove every trace of the living from the garden, they uprooted a whole long line of hedge, two connifer trees and some scraggly flowers as well as digging up the entire lawn. It was hillarious and completely surreal to watch. One evening in particular they had a barbeque in the garden, and took turns to cut down bits of hedge, this was at about 11pm. The front garden has been bare ever since (as for the back garden, we can only speculate), but I suppose if he's now planting grass seed then there is at least some method to his madness. I'll keep you posted on this, since it's probably the most interesting thing I can see from my bedroom window. If I look over to the right and down the hill I can see ASDA and its neighbour the Tysely Incinerator spewing smoke into the air. It's been downhill for that ASDA ever since Morrison's opened up by the Blues ground - ASDA cola is pretty much the only thing thats worth going there for now. Last summer I tried to draw the view from my bedroom window - my plan was to do a whole series of drawings, but in the same scale so I could make a big panoramic vista. But I couldn't do it justice, there was too much to cram in and even when I was trying my best to be technically accurate with perspective and everything (my drawings are usually not very techinically accurate I have to admit), it still felt as though there were something missing. So I abandoned the idea, though I have recycled a couple of the drawings for my A-level art project this year so the time spent wasn't completely wasted. I've told a fair few people, on the net and in real life about this already so I might as well tell all of you as well, since I think it's an interesting story. A few months ago a few of the people from my school, I wouldn't exactly call them friends of mine - two of them I speak to quite a bit, but the others and I don't really see eye to eye, decided to go on holiday together next summer. This sounded like an excellent idea in principle since it would be between exams finishing and university starting, so it would be a chance for them to perhaps spend the last few weeks they have together bonding and getting to know eachother a bit better. They've been friends for almost seven years. They chose to go to Ibiza which, to put it mildly, sounded like an awful choice, but it's easy to sneer at Ibiza as a vacant and debauched hole, but they might enjoy themselves. Thats what I thought when one of them told me their plans. Fair enough, so they went off and booked the holiday and everything was fine with that until one of them, Paul, decided he didn't want to go anymore... Now, the type of holiday they booked was the sort where if somebody backs out they lose their deposit and the cost of the holiday stays the same, there are no reductions whatsoever if somebody drops out. This left the group with a problem, either Paul had to pay for the holiday even though he didn't want to go anymore, essentially money for nothing, and he had already lost a £110 deposit (also he's under no legal obligation to pay anything - if he did it would be out of the kindness of his heart only) or the other five could split the cost between them, amounting to something like £40 each - or they could work something out in between those two (but again, anything Paul payed would be purely a gesture of friendship). The problem is that Paul, naturally, doesn't want to pay all this money for something he's not going to use, and the others think he should pay because they think he's landed them all with an extra charge to pay, and they don't seem at all prepared to compromise. Remember that they've all been friends for almost seven years, in fact they're quite a self-contained group at school - as a yeargroup the whole year mixes quite a lot inside school and there are few isolated groups or individuals, but these six are one such group. Paul's argument is that the others are planning to spend £50 a day while they're in Ibiza (remember earlier on when I was talking about rich kids, these are such people), and so another £40 wont be that much for them. The others' argument is that Paul agreed to go on the holiday, and even though legally he doesn't have to, he should pay the whole charge. What's interesting is that Paul hasn't really given a reason for not going, he's just said he doesn't think he'll enjoy it, which seems fair enough to me, but the others think that isn't good enough when theres quite a lot of money at stake here. They had quite a big row about this one lunchtime at school, where nothing was resolved, and so the five still going on the holiday have decided that if Paul wont pay then they are going to completely exclude him from the group, sit apart from him in class and at lunchtimes and not talk to him, and they're doing a pretty good job of it so far. It's fascinating to watch really, not only because it's so unusual to see them sitting separately but because essentially the group of five that still want to go on the holiday are putting a price on the friendship, either you pay or you don't get to be friends with us. Poor Paul doesn't know what to do with himself really, though of course you could argue the whole thing is his fault in the first place, but I think they're all acting rather childishly over this and it's sad to see a friendship quantified into so many pounds, when friendship is really meant to go above all that. I'm not sure how it'll all be resolved, and whatever happens neither side will be able to claim victory, because now that a price has been put on the friendship I don't think they'll ever be able to be friends in the same way ever again, not after this - because you have to think, if you were on either side, were they ever really my friend at all? It's odd that quite petty actions in the present can change your perception of people in the past isn't it? But thats what's happening, and in a quite voyeuristic way it's very engaging to watch and try to guess the outcome, but also quite depressing in a way, watching such strong friendships collapse. I could ramble on indefinitely about other things which interest me, but I really must get back to writing about Andy Warhol, he's a fascinating guy, but I need to be careful not to repeat myself too much. Sorry if none of this struck a chord with you, especially if you read it anyway. Keep watching the skies (for birds) - Kieran p.s. apologies to Jesse and Erin who will have heard the holiday story in various versions before. p.p.s. happy pancake day - my brother and I have been doing crap Vic Reeves "I'll squirt tart lemon in your eye!" impersonations all day. It truly is a king among days. _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: List abuse: tickets wanted for the Show in Stockholm
by Alexander Bartilson 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

I'm really sorry for this but I'm a bit desperate. Due to me making a huge mistake I only managed to get seating tickets (I really want to have standing tickets) to the show in Stockholm, Sweden so if anyone's got 2 spare Standing tickets that they would be willing to sell to me I would be them forever thankful. If anyone's willing to trade 2 standing tickets for my seating tickets that will do as well. Mail me offline at alexander.bartilson(a)telia.com ///Alexander +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Ease your face in the sea (Brighton Beporting Back)
by Kenneth P Y Chu 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

Hello sinistees, Still drunk from not sleeping for 2 days on Friday evening, I took a train down to London for the start of a pun packed weekend. First was a birthday party in a mansion at Primrose Hill after bumping into msssonner on the streets on Chalk Farm whilst on a wander, and we were then joined by mrbapps for cake and ice cream that was to line our respective stomachs for the atheletics events that was to come soon after. The theme tune was "the rollercoaster ride" during our tube journey on the metropolitan line, after which we arrived at the Betsey Trotwood Stadium, where we joined team Sinister for the Track and Field competitions. The participants seemed to be talented in many disciplines, but I have decided to concentrate on the Shot putts from the bar. In true me fashion, I have foolishly neglected to check the train times for the latest trains and thus hadn't realised that trains don't run at 3am, but thankfully there was more cake to eat and a bouncy carpet to sleep on until the next morning. The next day was a maddening race between the Railtrack Express and the Daplyn Express to reach the utopia that is Ken's House, Milton Keynes. Luckily Railtrack Express won by a narrow margin despite a valiant effort from msldaplyn who probably jumped a few red lights. After a brief tea and lunch and S club 7 watching we set off for the sunny shores of Brighton, which was made in an amazingly good time of only 2 hours, thanks to more expert red light jumping skills, we then attempted to meet the very well spoken msaplayforth through the back alley, but she went down pre-maturely. So we got down and dirty past "Tidy Street", and into a pub where we connected with msrplayforth and the sinister massive that is mrbapps, mscmcdermott, msrwright, mrpcarter, mrmhester, mrmcassarotto, mslalder, mrjdansonhatcher, and mrrbrennen inside a beer tent/garden thing. After drinking, writing insult and reading a book about "Chuckie Shunter" (who appearent has a full load), we set off to an expedition to find booze and then the beach, where we had a fun time shivering at but were soon warmed by the arrival of msmmcneil, mrpfield and mssshackford. We warmed ourselves further later at the arcades by performing some ritual dancing, and earned money from poking Chris Terrant in the eye, whilst mrbapps found himself a nice pork for the stuffing. Later on, there was vehicular carnage as sinisters all drove into each other in a game of dodgems (which, I've been informed is known as "bumper cars" in america), and various other daring acts of bravery with heavy machinaries we set off for the pub, for drinks etc. We also set up an away team who were to scout the land of Brighton for comestibles, there weren't many options, but we eventually found a cafe run by a rather timid, shy man, who had a menu full of gourmet meals with tantalizing names, one such "Bender Grill", underneath which was a warning that read "does not contain bone". After the boning, we returned to the pub and stayed until closing time. We then went back to the Playforth Playhouse - but not before recovering an unconscious sinister, and another casualty who crashed full force into a Volkswagen Polo's crumple-zone. There were further injuries later on, but we were all amazed by Macy Gray's remarkable resilience that enabled her to carry on pulling the cunning stunts despite suffering from mulitple neck injuries. We have proved during that evening that girls are better in snowboarding, as msaplayforth and msrwright came on top of the boys, and we liked that. Much coming and going and ins and outs then went on on the magic sofabed that seems to be able to fit an unlimited amount of people, but then I supposed everyone were very well packaged. Which was when I fell asleep. mrmcassarotto decided that he prefers to be inside a narrow corridor, so that's what he did before we got rudely awaken the next day to the theme tune of the seagulls, singing "ahh ahhh ahh I wanna shit on you" very loudly. Later on, we went into a cafe in Brighton, that is suspeciously called "Buddies", on the napkins there was a silhouette of two well physiqued men holding hands - very tasty - as was the meal. Everyone got thoroughly meated except msaplayforth, who preferred the two veg. It was nearly time to go home, but we wanted one last farewell to the Beautiful Brighton Beach, we waved goodbye to the Brighton Beach, the Brighton Beach said goodbye back with an even bigger wave, and embraced mrmcassarotto. I was so overcome by the emotion I collapsed onto the floor, and was in danger of being suffocated. We then went shopping, for dry clothes, and hats. I was 4 numbers away from winning 20 million pounds in the lottery. We bought/defaced CDs from a record shop, some kissing went on outside the CD store before photos were taken.. and we went drinking coffee/tea/red bull/lemonade and then departed. We slowed headed for our respective destinations as msaplayforth waved goodbye to us from her tenement. msldaplyn and mrbapps and i took the daplyn express back to the sunny shores of oxford-by-sea, as we had our sunday night plans all sussed out, the journey was accompanied by the wonderous sounds of Philip Glass - who made the car journey felt like a car journey, but a good one of those - plus a few other selections that we had purchased from the Brighton CD Store. We went past many great road signs, including one that says "humps for 360 yards", and a sign for a place called "stokenchurch", which has my full name in it - I'm sure the two signs are somehow related. We sang along to songs that reminded us of the wonderful weekend, such as "Ease your feet in the sea" and "I don't love anyone". We finally got to oxford, and after failing to invite two young impressionable college girls into our sex party we proceeded to have sex, although none of us felt anything, so later on we jerked up our senses with possibly THE WORLD'S BEST curry in oxford called (roughly) the Rajmahal, which was brilliant. And we got some mushrooms for free. I formulated the world's greatest plan after curry to take the bus home to Milton Keynes from Oxford, and then drive BACK to Oxford, then go dancing and then drive back for work the next day, unfortunately, by the time I got back home it was very late and there wasn't much time left for dancing had I driven back to Oxford. Apologies to the Oxford massive, although I guess you may probably have had "sussed" that I wasn't gonna be able to make it. My my, wasn't that long. Speaking of which better go and attend to rachel py, she's getting horny. Thanks to everyone I met - I had such a great time - especial thanks to the catering/hotelier services and transport providers, and also mrmcassarotto who selflessly sacrificed his dryness to cheer us up from our hangovers. Too much stuff and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: On the No 4 into town.
by Sam Walton 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

Well hello Sinister. Last time I posted, I said "I will not be a lurker. I will not be lurker", but it seems that that's what I'm becoming. Ah well, let's see if this can buck the trend... ***P...P...P...P...POP I...I...I...IDOL*** So yeah, that was fun, wasn't it? "No" I hear you chorus. Well, you're right - it was a bit shit, but like most crap telly, it was quite addictive. I only watched the last two shows, and they were pants, but I still watched them. I'm glad that Will won. Or rather, I'm glad that Gareth didn't win. Sure, the guy's got a stammer or whatever, and I've got nothing against that, but the shameless publicity that he pulled surrounding his stammer, and the way he tried to turn it into some endearing gimmick basically stank, as far as I'm concerned. I've got no problems with people with speech impediments, but he was trying to trade on that fact. It doesn't really matter though, does it? I mean, all of the PopIdol people have got record contracts now, anyway; the only losers in the whole of Pop Idol were the mugs who phoned in and voted... ***STORYTELLING*** I saw this last night, but I didn't pay $9, as somebody else did. It cost me £1.50, and it was money well spent. I'm not really sure how to describe it, but if it were a record, it would be something fantastically impenetrable on Warp Records or Rephlex or something - very carefully created to be *difficult*, but the kind of thing that I would imagine a few people absolutely adoring. I did appreciate (I typed "enjoy" before, but that's not the right word) the way that it imposed nervous silences and made the viewer feel really uncomfortable throughout, and I liked the self-forfilling-prophecy nature of the first story; ie the girl was writing a shitty short-story and the class were ripping it to shreds, but the short-story is actually the story protrayed in the film. I'm not sure if that's justification for making a shite film, but I liked it anyway. The second story was a lot better than the first though - mind you that's not saying much if the first story was deliberately written to be crap. I liked the ending to both stories though. And the song during the credits was cool, too. ***MEETING SINISTERINES IS EASY*** Gina was talking about putting faces to people on the list, and how it takes away a certain anonymity which characterises so much of this lovely place. And I agree with her. But the problem is that it's a temptation too far. It's like when you see a magician do a really cool trick and you really really badly want to know how it's done. The magician tells you that you don't *really* want to know, and then you pester him for the secret. Eventually he caves in, and although it's now cool that you're in on the secret, the magic of the unknown is lost. That's how I see it, anyway. All that said, though, I wouldn't mind being a magician, and to be a magician you have to lose the magic. ***LOW*** I've been getting into Low a lot. I got the "Christmas" EP for Christmas, and I've just bought "Things We Lost In The Fire", which is equally beautiful. But here's the request: What should I buy now? People say that "Secret Name" is the best one, so maybe I should go for that, but any advice would be fab. ***AND THAT'S ABOUT IT*** And that's about it. There was prolly other things I wanted to talk about, but they pass me by at this moment in time. I love you all, I love you all. Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ 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: Here comes the cunt
by Rachel PY 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

James Gilmer said: >>stuff<< and I agree, God, you guys should all GROW UP. The only reason I joined this list was to pull, I fooled you for suckers didn't I? There you were all thinking how great and witty I am with all my wonderful posts in the past with my self-rightious opinions - I wasn't even being serious. Well, the time has come to leave the list, now that I'm with the wonderful Kenneth P Y Chu, isn't he a lovely boy? The other day, he was playing guitar and singing songs to me, he changed the lyrics of "I love my car" to "I love myself", aww he is such a sweetie. The other day I was going shopping with Ken, and we saw another couple walking past us, they were wearing clothes. "People who wear clothes are cunts" "Yeah" My role model is Dali Llama cos he has so much tolerance for others, I can't STAND people with no tolerances for others. that, or indie kids, the fucking smelly bastards. Anyway, back to the real subject of this post, I was listening to a recording of the BBC broadcast of B&S in Belfast (thanks to the lovely Grainne) - when Stuart sings the song "Here comes the sun", in the chorus bit, he ACTUALLY sings: "sun sun sun... you're a CUNT!" repeatedly (listen to it yourself)!! ...and I thought of you lot. Okay bye, I won't be posting ever again, aren't you sad? Rachel P Y _________________________________________________________________ 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: Riding in cars with exotic dancers......
by aale002＠ec.auckland.ac.nz 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

OK, so the girl is back. Not THAT girl, the one I loved, but the other one. The one I should have loved. And I don't know how I feel. I don't know how I SHOULD feel, either, but that's a different issue. It's not like emotions routinely come with moral imperatives attatched. I ran into a friend of mine the other day, while avoiding doing real work at the library. Tracey was the one that introduced Mel and I, and has been an important part of both our lives. Mel just got back from London a few weeks ago, and arrived here in Auckland last week. It took me a whole week from the time I saw Tracey until I had the time to sit down and call her, and to find out that Mel wanted to catch up, but hadn't left a pjone number for her new flat, just an address. Seeing as it was just around the corner from MY new flat, I decided, quite uncharacteristically, to simple drop by, as I was in the neighbourhood. Which is where I've just come from. Hence my discombobulated state of mind. I had been thinking about this all week. Naturally, in the dark and musty recesses of my loins dwelt a fantasy that we'd take one look at each other and begin tearing clothes off in a fit of passion, but equally another more pragmatic element of my physiology was muttering dire warnings that the problems that had arised during our time together would not likely have been dissolved by time. As a compromise, my spleen decided that the best possible outcome was contingent upon her having gained an enormous amount of weight, or suffered some hideously disfiguring accident. When she opened the door....you forget, I think. As a defense mechanism, you forget quite what those you once cared for look like. This means that when you see them again after such a long absence, it's like seeing them for the first time. Mel was even more beautiful than I remembered. She'd lost a little weight, if anything, that she'd been trying to lose when I knew her. She looked absolutely fantastic. So, we spent an hour in the as-yet-unfurnished dining room, drinking coffee and "catching up". And then I left, and now....I really don't know. I guess you're not supposed to. *********************************************** On to lighter things....last weekend some friends and I spent three days on Waiheke Island, a 45 min ferry ride from Auckland. Bunch of hippies live there, basically, which is why we love the place. Had intelligent discussions about responsible statistics, racism and penis size; went to the nudey beach and got burnt all over; had a magical night on the beach, almost ending in us getting trapped by the tide, but actually ending in a nudey swim in the phosphoresent water and a feast on the beach under the stars, complete with bawdy folk songs. Magic. *********************************************** And I've officially become THE MOST PATHETIC PERSON ON SINISTER. Last week I signed up for one of those internet dating sites. I don't know what more can possibly be said about that. Except it involved the aforementioned dancer, who drove me around Auckland trying to figure out if I was her type or not. I wasn't. As an unintended consequence, I got a really good pic taken of me and digitised, so I've sent it in to Honey. Not that Sinister is a dating club. Although I STILL haven't recieved a single list crush yet. (Dirty Vicar Ian, you must lend me some of that cologne. If it works for you, maybe it'll work for me, too.....) ************************************************ Speaking of list crushes (and to segue like Mel Torme) I got a Sillustration done about me! Well, me and Hannah Brown. I feel so spesh. Meery meet, merry part and merry meet again Sinistereens, Cunning Andre +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: long work night=long post
by amy.longcore＠ch.novartis.com 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

the sinister list, for me, is like a good album. ya know those lps that that you've been able to listen to anytime, anywhere and any year? every song is good, or atleast listenable, and has a few lines or so that really *click* with you. i've taken the liberty of plucking out a few lines from the list that have made me go, "yep, uh huh" lately, and now i'll share them with you. i'm really nothing more than a sap romantic who talks to puppies and paints her toenails while singing along with billie holiday.-kirsten kenyon (by they way, were those jade monkeys you purchased the hear no evil see no evil speak no evil monkeys????) It's always been a personal philosophy of mine that you can't get from somone what they haven't got within themself to offer you- and so it goes.-Lilywhite (I also like that other lists' post you shared wiff us, i understand where you were coming from. no harm meant.) A few years ago I was out for the afternoon with some friends and I realized that I act like a tourist wherever I go.-Mandeeeeeeeeeeeeee I create little stories in my head and follow them and elaborate on them and repeat them day after day, like my own miniature soap opera.-Jesse Chanin I look down,alan's on my floor...-Danny Farrell (just kidding, lucy!) too many to list without breaking a list mommy rule, but you get the idea. baker baker's been making bootiful posts. so has the stankin' boy some call dave. and then some, thanks for making the minutes i ponder by myself more worf while, kids. you all fit the following descriptions: 1) peachy 2) keen 3) tops 4) bitchin' 5) rad i got my sini-valentine today, and i'm oh,so happy i decided to do the silly-nilly lovely exchange. fun. and thanks and thanks and thanks again.... one of the best mixes i've ever received from someone. :) i also got in my banchory order. a good day for mail in the bachelorette longcore homestead. i'll hang my tea towel next to my chili and spices tea towel. the colors even go together. i have the hippest kitchen in the midwest, 70's puke orange countertop and all. my mother collects linens such as this, ya know, i'm quite tempted to get her one. for those who don't know what i'm speaking of, banchory offers a lovely "belle and sebastian quality tea towel of industrial Scotland". yes, they do. as far as stuff goes, it's one of my favorite new *things*. *careless talk costs lives* i got that in my order today as well. and gosh was i brought back by stu's talk of the views in Rio. Brazil is the only other country i've been to (aside from a tawdry night in canada). I spent a month there at the age of 17, hungry for an exchange student i fell in love wiff in high school. "I promised to go with Andrea to see the statue of Jesus that stands over Rio....it almost makes me cry to see its face.... the sculptor has done a good job. We found ourselves up there above the clouds, the condors, the helicopters, the city, up there with the statue's calm gaze and outstrectched palms..." there's so much to see from up there. if you look right across you see the statue, clouds, mountains and trees and beauty. you look straight down and see poverty. i also liked his talk of the people there. i hate to sound very cut and dry and that "americans are one way and other nations are this way", etc. BUT, most brazillians i've met have this unflappable ability to spread smiles and joy. they just seem to exude chear. there is a distinct sense of pride, even in the most brutal situations. while going through the sao paulo art museum one day, a group of school children in tattered uniforms began following my friend escort and i. crying "azule!" and "new kids on the block!" i'm a standout in such a place, and i'm sure they overheard our foreign speak. red hair, blue eyes. azule=blue. the kids all wanted to know if i KNEW new kids on the block. i ashamedly said "no" and wished i'd had treats to pass out to their sweet, sweet faces. hugs and hugs abound. driving home awhile later, i'm staring wildly at the battered housing i see. unbelievable to my midwest country girl eyes. friend escort points to an area quite resembling hell to my pampered middle-class self and says, "this is the district those school children are from, up ahead you'll see their place of teaching..." which reminds me of bakers' question, "what makes someplace home to you?" when i first read that, i wanted to hide under the bridge by my favorite river stream here and write a book about my town. so small. so close-minded. but, gosh, the beauty i have surrounding me. the manistee national forest is a bootiful thing. my friend christopher once told me, years ago, as he was moving to chicago, "i don't care if i see another tree as long as i live." one day last fall when he came to visit, i took him to a stop along the river which has a little floating dock you can stand on and see the beaver swimming about... and the frogs... and the trees... and the driftwood... and the amazing color that autumn brings. listening to the peaceful creaks, barks and chirps of nature, he then said, "i feel like i'm being touched by the hand of God." i call it the "essence of being blessed" when you take in something that moves you that much. i've almost taken up the sport of fishing just to have an excuse to be outside more. i'm just no good at it. i once caught a large turtle and couldn't handle the guilt as i pryed the hook from his mouth. gosh, i thought i was reeling in a very big fish though! but do i feel at home here? only in the very walt whitman sense of the words. i can make a home wherever i feel loved, basically. and i have done just that in a proper city before. i'll just always feel more comfortable around lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of trees. i have stories from this weekend, but i've gone on enough. i would like to know, though, how one would obtain funding for a documentary. do you just pitch your ideas and schemes until someone bites? or do you go ahead and fund yourself then try to find a distributor? what to do? what i would like to do would entail quite a bit of american traveling. more pipe dreams perhaps, but it's fun and it's what keeps life moving. bye jim gilmer. maybe you'll write me one day. hi ray and vicar and danny and #sini and bill and paisley and all the rest of you sweet kids. and stuff. big chocolate chunks of love, amyjacks np: stereolab-microbe hunters p.s. v!i!v!a! la r!a!c!h!e!l!s! (archel, tape, got to you yet???) p.p.s. can i post just once w/o mentioning friend christopher? prolly not. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 shall finally speak(for better or worse)
by howard shady 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

hello to all on the sinister list. this right here is my first post so i will try not to look too much like a fool. i've been monitoring some of the messages and finally got the cajones to introduce myself. i have had a voice here for a couple months but have been suffering from some sort of electronic laryngitis(did i spell that right). anyway, my name is raymond howard humphrey. long time resident of the lovely state we call illinois. i'm a 29yr old boy who lives in the northwest burbs of chicago land. it seems anytown in illinois is now a surburb of chicago but thats besides the point. i'm a manager for a tool and die company in one of the other suburbs near me. it's a living i suppose, but my dreams of becoming a male model were shot years ago so for now i just boss folks around who don't really understand what i'm saying(they wonder why i get cranky somtimes) i've been in touch with a few of the folks in my area offlist and they know who they are, so a BIG HELLO to them. I also belong to the postcardfromhell so if there are any of you postcarders on here Hello to you as well. as you can tell i'm not very good with these things so i will cut short and actually get back to work. which is where i'm at right now and it's quite quiet here tonite. anyhooooo.....i'll stop boring you with my intro and get back to working. have a good night everyone. yours unruly ray p.s. if anyone is into trading live B&S shows feel free to email me and maybe we can have a trade. Always looking to boost my collection. cheers p.s.s. happy valentines day to you all as well __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! http://greetings.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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by Joey V Lawton 12 Feb '02

12 Feb '02

hello there. i'm new here and all of you popular kids seem to know each other already so I decided to follow Oliver's example and talk about me for a while. (disclaimer: please don't let me e-mail address throw you. i have no current affiliation with or desire to listen to deftones. but i created this e-mail account in junior high and i haven't had any drive to change it.) anyway, yes. i am joey. i live about 25 miles outside of boston, massachusettes, which is but a hop, skip, and a twelve hour airplane ride from where the rest of you all seem to reside in merry old england and the surrounding region. i learn about you in world history. you all live in castles and drink tea and wear red coats and have bad teeth. . . and that's the american educational system for you. sorry. and it's now apparant that i'm in high school. but yes, belle and sebastian. i watched the cartoon on nickelodeon as a child and first heard the music at the end of last summer and it seemed to be a bit perfect, so i decided to like them. they make me feel happy. my friend laura describes good music as "music that makes you walk differently" and when i walk and listen to belle and sebastian at the same time, the walking becomes a strange kind of weightless sensuality that doesn't take itself too seriously, but serious enough to remember to move forward. and it's brought me this far, so i can't complain. i guess that's all. the stearn little e-mail from honey that i got as an introduction told me not to list favorites from various categories as it might hurt feelings and wast time, so i won't. but if i could, i would do it now. somewhat sincerely, joey ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/web/. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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