February 2002 - Sinister

Sinister: every day is a dream come true in your S Club 7 house of the future
by JENOWL22＠aol.com 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

Hewwo, I never can decide if I like children or not. I like the ones that don't try and be mini growedups. But I don't like the ones who are too old for dolls at 7, wear make up at 8, get unsquared at 9 to a 12 year old with a low mental age, have their first suicide attempt at 10 and their first abortion by 11. The pixies in my room have been acting up again. I was playing my guitar, and suddenly my goldfish told me it needed fed so I said can't you wait and it said no and i said ok, and I put my pink plectrum down on the bed and fed bubbles and he said thank you and then I turned back around and the pixies had taken the plectrum. So I looked around for it for 15 minutes because its my best plectrum, before I started to get really annoyed, because you can't just take things without asking and pixies couldn't even use my plectrum on account of them being so small and invisible. Eventually though I gave up, and decided to brush my hair instead. So I opened my drawer to get my purple hairbrush and you'll never believe what was sitting there. My pink plectrum. But the point is i left it on the bed so the pixies either slipped up or they wanted me to know they were there and they were laughing at me. But I don't think there were hard feelings even though I yelled at them and tried to trap them in a bit of paper. Maybe they're not invisible really, maybe they're purple and you just can't see them because everything else in my room is purple. I got full marks for my english essay and its the second time in a row, and there was this yah boy bragging about his full marks and saying no one would beat it and then I told him I had and his face was funny. My fish tried to kill himself the other week. I was changing his water and he jumped right out of the net and down the back of my chest of drawers and i had to move them out only they were really heavy and it took me ages and I was so worried that he would be dead because I love my fish more than anything in the world but in the end he was ok i think. I got really hysterical when it happened though, I was so worried for him, and then afterwards I cried and cried because if he's so unhappy he wants to kill himself then it must mean he hates living with me and even my friend ingrid who is mental said that he must hate me, but then someone told me that fish just do that, and they aren't intelligent enough to get depressed but my fish is really special. How many fish do you know that talk? Toy Stephen said a whole lot of really depressing stuff about being mental which I skipped and then: << She turned up on the doorstep with my gift -- a bottle of Prozac. She smiled willfully, proud of herself, & I brightened. Now I think I was happy just to admit (however symbolically) to someone that things didnt feel right. She left, I rushed into my room, shut the door, and opened the bottle. The usage instructions were curled and stuft under the cap. I poured the pieces into my hand -- and looked at a palmful of rainbow Skittle candies.>> And I think that, in most ways, Skittles are better than Prozac. Because they work on so many more levels. There's the smell which is so exciting, they smell like rainbow, and the colours which make you feel all happy that someone went to all the trouble to make them look so pretty when all you're going to do is eat them, and the fact that when you scoop lots up in your hands they rattle and feel all smooth, and you can choose whether you pick out the colours you like best or take pot luck, or put loads in your mouth at once or not, and you get dye all over your fingers and sometimes your tongue goes all rainbowy and they taste nice too. But the point is they're cheerful and not in an irritating way but in the kind of way that if you have them you have to join in with the cheerfulness and they make you be cheered up, and because its the kind of cheerfulness that makes you see good things about the world, you don't feel empty like you might if you took a drug. There's other stuff that's better than Prozac too like trees and purple and my fish and looking at barbie dolls in shops and ribena and the chocolate fish out of ben and jerry's fish food and when someone tells you they want to be like you and my inpending spider of wonder and magic. And if there's nothing good at all in your life then you're just lying because you can take two steps outside and I bet you can spot at least 10 amazing things from where you're standing. Oh and there's music too, and I don't mean bands that feel your pain man, I mean bands that make your pain go away, and tell you things can be ok and that you should bounce. You can cry, just don't do it all the time, it gets irritating. I have an interview for university on Tuesday. For dentistry in Dundee. I want to be a dentist because I like teeth, and I don't want to be anything else, but I'm very nervous because it's also my first choice uni and I really really want to leave home and catholic school and go somewhere where I probably won't get a kicking and I can even be what I always wanted to be. But I have to make them want me there and I don't know if I can do that. I went for my mock interview at school and they said I was crap and unknowledgable. Damn, that wasn't what I was trying to sound like. Ooh, it's Valentines Day soon. I'm looking forward to it because I have a date (*sticks tongue out*) and I'm going for a meal and everything. And not only that, he's flying up from England especially and im wearing a denim skirt and and and and and and and wait for it, on the 16th I'm getting my spider yay woo and other glad sounding words. I still don't know what I'm calling her though. Someone called me darling and said "love ya babe" to me. Ingrid keeps trying to make me feel guilty about eating meat, even though I've already pointed out that, being vegetarian, I don't do that. And for drinking milk, although I do that, and I don't care that it's supposed to have pus in, it tastes nice and it's good for my teeth and it goes in ben and jerry's ice cream. hugs, Jen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: a goodbye post, minus the usual angst
by elise j. spry 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

Hey Everyone... So this is it, hmmm? A email inbox filled with 98 unread messages and a new job 'round the corner? Sorry, please let me explain: I've been getting more and more fed up with my Psych Clinic job over the past few months, in no small way because my email and internet have been pretty much eliminated. That resulted in the piling up of approximately one billion Sinister posts and me losing touch with a lot of e-friends. I also started looking for a new job (not just cause of the internet thing - I'm not THAT much of a nerd!). The first place I applied to, I got the job - they'd called my home phone to offer me the position while I was still in their parking lot after the interview, wow! So I just don't have time lately to feel like a real, productive member of the community - and I don't want to be a lurker, that's just not for me. If I can't give you lovely bunch my all, I'll not sit around with my thumb up my ass, reading the few posts I get time to look at and feeling like an outsider. It's not like I'm dropping off the face of the earth - you are all obviously looking at my email address RIGHT NOW! And you can hit the "save address" button and then email me at ANY TIME!! And of course I'll write you back. Well, Sinister-land has been really lovely and good to me over these past few months. I've met some amazing people who I hope will still keep in touch with me... Rachel Frootloop, Miss Stine, Kirsten Kenyon, Sean Howell (mwah!), and all the rest of you I'm too damn tired to mention. I'm sure I'll be back someday. And I'll see you guys on #sinister too, eh? Wish me luck at my new job too... Love you all, Lisey __________________________________________________ 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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Sinister: deconstructing lisa
by Toy Stephen 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

Hello tea-mates, Its Friday morning; Im working the day shift. Which is quite all-right. Settling in, having tea, brushing the teeth (bring yr toothbrushes with to work; gives you an extra 3 minutes of sleep), reading the Sinister posts & the regular excited email from mum telling me what new icon she bought to prettify her home with Catholic sanctity, these bring me almost to noon. The rest of day speeds on. You wouldnt believe how many people stop in when they somehow or other discover Im vegetarian. Most of these people were reared on farms; or in Chicago, the Hog Butcher of the World. They begin similarly: You dont eat any meat? What _do_ you eat? (I could never do that; not enough discipline) See, I grew up on a farm. Ive no problem with going out back, selecting a pig, & leading it into the shed for slaughter. If that doesnt offend me, why should eating their flesh? They lick their cheeks like you would the morning after smoking a cigar. They want to argue the issue. I dont care to. But I see depair, confusion, in their faces; an inscrutable sadness that I approximate with words like despair and confusion. I think its because a way they learned to live in childhood, a behaviour that was _right_ and proper as a child, was being contradicted. Give me a second, this has a relevant point (I think). The way we find to cope as children becomes the right way to act. And, we think it's courageous to keep the act up. I say all this vague rubbish because of Rachel Fruitloop's appreciated message. When I was 16 I tore my hair out. Bit any piece of skin I could reach. Held my head and crushed (Id hoped) everything inside, spinning spinning, until falling on the ground, breathless and pathetic. I hated being alone. But when I saw my parents, or older sister, or classmates, this supernatural shame gave me the energy to behave normally, if quiet; smiling, if for slightly no reason. being in company was a respite, but I despised myself for acting, so I hated being in company too. There was absolutely no place to go. I remember a friend of mine's mother worked in a pharmacy. I begged her for Prozac for my birthday. I wanted to believe there was a good place to go to. She turned up on the doorstep with my gift -- a bottle of Prozac. She smiled willfully, proud of herself, & I brightened. Now I think I was happy just to admit (however symbolically) to someone that things didnt feel right. She left, I rushed into my room, shut the door, and opened the bottle. The usage instructions were curled and stuft under the cap. I poured the pieces into my hand -- and looked at a palmful of rainbow Skittle candies. I couldnt see the humour in it; it was an impish joke, and well-meant Im sure, but it dismissed my symbolic admittance. I then found sleeping pills. These are the chemical numbing cheap Sominex kind, legal for a 12 year old to buy in the States; not at all safe like the herbal over-the-counter types in Europe. I still enjoy ingesting them. Back then, I had so much rage that my parents couldnt see how badly my insides were corroding. They were remarried, to each other, after 11 yrs of divorce. They had their own problems, I know. Plus, they came from a working-class ethic that my father summed up perfectly when he thought any complexity was being brought into emotions or psychology: 'psycho-babble'. He didnt have time, nor the capacity for the immaterial crises. He learnt to cope, & had no imagination left to sympathise. Im sorry, this email has suffered from a glandular problem & expanded well beyond its compass. I just wanted to say 'Well done' to Rachel Fruitloop for not being ashamed, or accepting of any alienated status, because of medication. I dont know if I would have been (would be) better off with medicine. Maybe. The most detrimental leftover from those years is shame in talking abt things 'slightly mental,' in admitting them & not feeling like a freak . The feelings remain; the coping still seems to work too. But to realise that silent screaming, nightly drugged sleeps, & a normalcy that is so absurd it's a caricature are not enough to draw attention to pain, when striaghtforward confessing is taboo, this dilemma crushes the spirit. So cheers to all the unmental, slighty mental, moderately mental, & extraordinarily mental sinisterines today. I get to go to Chicago tonight to see my sister, & have massive fun scouring faces for lunacy! Ill bring back souvenirs. 500mg & 500 smiles, Toy Stephen. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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Sinister: Hang the DJ?!
by Richard Cottyn 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

I must confess I haven't posted for a while-but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about you all! I cut my toenails tonight. I kept getting frustrated at the fact that I kept cutting them wonky, but it wasn't til I reached my second-to-last toe that I realised I had the scissors the wrong way round! Silly me. Just this second I thought of a 'brainteaser' that somone set me last week. I spent a good few days working it out before finally coming to the right answer! It sounds rude at first...but of course it's much cleverer than that... What word begins with 'f', ends in 'k', and means a lot of heat and excitement?! THE ANSWER WILL BE REVEALED LATER ON IN THIS POST! And before you ask, it's not 'flapjack', nice try though... Did any sinisterees spot the cryptic Sean Bean line in Lord Of The Rings?! The first line he says is "the blade...and its still sharp". Now Sean Bean is a Sheffield United supporter, and their nickname is the BLADEs. And he first became famous for his role in the television series SHARPe! How amazing is that! I bet you are totally astounded at this wonderful discovery. Nope, the answer isn't 'flask', good attempt though. Keep trying :) Last night it was the sixth form party. We were in a bar beforehand and my friend goes up to the dj and requests mc hammers 'cant touch this'. 5 minutes later, its played. So i go up and request a smiths song. I said to the dj 'any smiths song', so i was been quite flexible! He nodded his head so i went and sat down again, ready for 'Sweet and tender hooligan' or 'Panic', which is always a fave with everyone. But did he play it?! No! All this chart rubbish for the rest of the evening! Boo! What's that? 'Fishfork'? Heat? Excitement? Not really, sorry you're wrong! I realised this week mainly through looking at the subject lines on sinister that even lyrics that are 4 or 5 words long are often quite obvious as belle and sebastian ones. I guess it's the same with any band but I think it's quite cool that to most people phrases like "I will confess to you", "I missed the bus" or even "you're not listening" sound very normal-whereas to us sinisterees straight off it's like "Ooo! B&s lyric!" 'freak'? Well perhaps some of them are exciting but I don't think that's the answer... Well, ok. You can stop tearing your hair out. The answer to the brainteaser is of course... ... 'Firework!' Heh, I enjoyed it! Congratulations to anyone who got it right without peeking at the answer beforehand. You gain 150 points! (value 0.0001p) This post seems to have included lots of boring titbits. Ah well, I'm sure the brainteaser stopped you from falling asleep! Richard +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: *Caput Mundi* + Cat Power, Metal Claws
by Silvietta 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

I'm so very sorry for popping out of the lurkingland in the lousy way I'm about to pop out of the lurkingland, I guess I'm going to say/write loads of kibosh, but I'm feeling too weird to care about that, I'm feeling like jumping on someone and kissing her/him on the mouth slurpgulplike but I can't 'cos I'm all alone right now, me with a moronic granola smile on my muzzle, my laptop, and the loveliest e-mail I could get today - well any day - B&S playing in Rome, the place where I live. :-o God I must sound silly like hell, I guess there'll be hundreds of you who's seen plenty of B&S's gigs, but it's not that easy to see 'em around in my place, I hope you'll turn a blind eye on miss naivety this time at least, I wish I could bug someone else, my boyfriend lives too far from here unfortunately, all I could do was sending him an SMS. :-/ He says he's happy for me, while I'm having a tachycardia-or-whatever-it's-called fit. Oh, I'm glad, not as much kibosh as I feared. I can add some more then. This afternoon I was assailed by a cat, and it wasn't the first time, and it was the same cat. The kid I babysit, his cat, it's a horrible black lamb, he must be 5 kg, and he's my incubus, #he# hates °me° and °I° cannot stand #him#. He jumped on my leg while I was taking him his stupid food, he sunk his awful claws into my blue jeans - and *tore* 'em!, it's the second pair or jeans I've sacrificed so far, and I'm not kidding. It was real humiliating. :-/ Hurrah for D-O-G-S. And then I suppose I could add some few lines like, I've fallen in love with Jim O'Rourke's Insignificance, is there anyone who'd be so kind to recommend me some of his older works, as I am 100% ignorant about him...? :-o Thanks and 1000 sorry's again /Silvia ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ è passato un altro giorno e nessuno nel video ha speso una parola su di me è possibile che io sia vivo? - elettrojoyce - the busy bee has no time for sorrow - william blake - +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: London won´t let me down, I hope
by Jordi Trenzano 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

Hello: I have awakened from a certain lazyness. Can I have the list of known & unknown listees (for me, that´s it) who´ll attend the London gig ? I just want to know who will I meet there. See you all !!! Jordi +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: European Dates
by Neil Robertson 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

They're up on the band site now. I'm not really ready, but you've pressured me into it. Bastards. Neil +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 will Kenfess to Chu
by Rachel fruitloop 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

Hello Sinister! The Cat's PJs asked me why I tend to put Ken Chu in my subject lines and the answer is simple. Because Ken needs special attention and he's cute! Okay, my real reason is more self-serving. It's because it makes ME laugh. A lot. Twice now, I have compiled my favorite bits of your posts to comment on in my very own post, and it just seems to be stagnant, so I don't post anything. It's not because what you kitties are posting isn't good (in fact, it's been grate lately!), it's just that I am finding that my method is becoming a bit too "post-by-numbers" for my liking (although the number thing might excite you Kirsten, I still suck at math!) So, I'm just going to write... Stine thought about me when she heard "Beautiful" the other day and she wrote about crying when she read my post about how I assimilate my life on anti-depressant medication to that song. I cried when I read that Stine remembered mine, I was so touched. That was one of my first posts to the list, before I had adopted the name Fruitloop. Actually, that post was one of the reasons I took on the name... I didn't necessarily want to be known as "crazy" Rachel and it was a good way of referring to myself as crazy whilst strengthening the !Viva Rachels! movement in breakfast moniker solidarity with Rachel Cornflake and the other "breakfast" Rachels to follow. So, there's a bit of a refresher course in Sinister Rachels history. If you want to read my post (the rest of this might make more sense if you do), it's in the archives from September 21st and it's called Crazy "Beautiful" (I'd put a link in here but I'm too sexy!) This sort of relates to what Jimmy Gilmer had written about not owning your moods and what Kate had written about Zen ideas. I deal with it in a different way. I don't own my moods because I am on a drug. I accept the fact that I need medication. I see now that my fear of always being noticably medicated and having my feelings behind a barrier or wall was only an occurance that happened with the particular medication I was on (Zoloft, for those who wonder). Some members of my family still do not support my decision to be medicated, but I think it's mainly because these members of my family know that they probably need medication, too,(doctors have recommended it to them, even!) but they fear the stigma of it more than anything else. If it were anyone else but my family, I could say "screw them, I won't be ashamed for taking a drug that helps me function in all aspects of my life" but when it's my mother, especially... the shame is indescribable. But mostly I find myself feeling good because I know myself and like myself well enough to make my life better, and I know that this can be achieved with medication. Since I posted in mid-September, several things have happened that have changed me. They all directly relate to Sinister. A response to my Crazy "Beautiful" post was from Elise Spry who happens to work in a psych clinic and she suggested I try a different medication called Celexa, which I have been on since November. What a HUGE difference! I am no longer zombiefied by Zoloft and the side effects are so minimal that I don't even notice ANY! I am so much happier. And Elise became a very good friend from that first contact on. She is so sweet! Switching medication wasn't a hard transition physically, it's just that mentally I had a lot riding on this switch... I thought THIS was the answer to the fashion blues, and I just didn't know what I would do if it wasn't. But so far it has been wonderful. So I'm going to have to find a new song to assimilate with my life... I am not saying that everyone should go on medication because they're depressed. I am also not saying that I'm "unique" I'm actually "only slightly mental"... I have panic attacks that are crippling when I am not medicated and I'm under a lot of stress. The medication helps that. I also tend to be very pessimistic by nature, and I dwell on things I shouldn't. I don't do that so much now, the little things don't get to me anymore now that I am on medication. I don't get absorbed in that downward spiral of dwelling on misery. My uncle once said that even as a small child I was "plugged into the world" at a very young age and I can clearly recall being depressed and even angry a lot of the time at the injustices of being a child. This is just the way my mind works. I tend to analyse and dissect things and try to figure it all out. I can't help but view the world in terms of blacks and whites with very little grays. The medication helps me see the grays. And anyone who wishes to talk about medication and mental health with me more is welcome to e-mail me personally. I should also mention that my Crazy "Beautiful" post also got me my first list crush vote and it happened to be from Ben Apps. I credit that post, this list, and Belle & Sebastian for bringing the love of my life to me. So, you lonely kids who joined Jenny Payne's Sini-Valentine Exchange, watch out! You never know when the next legendary Sinister romance will be born! Have fun in Brighton, kitties! love to you all, Rachel fruitloop __________________________________________________ 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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Sinister: Memory from last night, it's coming back, it's coming back...
by Gardiner, Stuart 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

It's been a while. Well, just under a month actually; but by my normal standards that's a while. I'm very sorry, I've been unfaithful. A mutual friend caught me emailing someone who wasn't on Sinister. So I thought I'd better come clean - it's better if you hear it from me, I think. Don't worry, it was nothing serious, you're still my one and only, and anyway, we were on a break. So what have I been doing, apart from prostituting myself with other friends (not half as much fun as it sounds, believe me...). Well, mostly getting drunk, to be honest. So, no surprises there, then. Highlights included one friend walking round the house during the mourning after the night before in Leeds saying "You, have a headache NOW!"; and the girl I was staying with in Edinburgh spending about a minute trying to get the key into the front door before turning round and saying "This isn't my house!" and moving a few doors down the road... But I won't be getting drunk this weekend. Well, unless you count Friday and Saturday nights, which I don't. Because at those times of the week I usually can't. Unfortunately I'll be in Sheffield on Saturday night, so I won't be able to report back on the Brighton pissup. So I thought I'd report forwards instead. The day will go something like this: people turn up in Brighton, at least one person turns up over an hour late, people get drunk, people gossip about other people, people get more drunk, Archel starts getting smutty, people get even more drunk, people go into the sea, people wish they hadn't got quite so drunk. All you need to take is a sleeping bag, some Alka-Seltzer, and a ruler for good measure (bad joke copyright Rory Bremner last week). Joy! A post from the lovely Genevieve. More joy! Another post from the lovely Genevieve. OK, so it was the same one twice, but you can't have too much of a good thing (unless it's vodka and red bull of course - have too much of that and you're walking on the ceiling for the rest of the evening) I believe this may have been mentioned before, but "Wandering Alone" from the Belfast gig really does sound suspiciously similar to "I Just Want To Dance The Night Away"... And every time I hear the opening of "Wrong Girl", I still wonder why Stevie is so obsessed about looking for Madonna... Has anyone thought about sorting out a meetup (or should that be a pissup?) before / after any of the UK gigs? Maybe Smile could be persuaded to open its doors again, as it did after the last Manchester gigs a few years ago? Come to that, at the moment I'm going to have to drive back from Manchester to Nottingham straight after the gig, unless someone kind offers me a floor in Manchester for the night (not that I'd drop hints or anything... Subtle as a hippopotamous on heat, me...) 8 paragraphs, and 4 of them are about alcohol. That figures. Big Stu +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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'm moronic in essence
by Kenneth P Y Chu 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

Sinistees, Just like Hannah Brown (except a very tiny bit taller, and more boy-like), I have been feeling rather bouncy in the past few day, no, not Ratha Bouncy the 36DD prostitute, but the feeling of wanting to bounce around. Maybe it's the time of the month. Or maybe it's just lack of sleep - this is a little known fact, but your brain produces a very minute amount of alcohol constantly, but (un)forutnately it also produces another chemical that neutralises it while you're awake. When you're asleep, however, the balancing chemical stops being produced and that's when you start to dream - you're getting mild intoxication from the alcohol being made. Incidentally that's also why you'd feel hungover when you wake up if you didn't have enough fluid inside you before you sleep the night before, even though you weren't drinking, and this is also why it is often difficult to remember what you were dreaming about when you wake up. When you haven't been sleeping for ages, the balancing chemical gets depleted of its supplies and you start getting more and more delusional, basically you're getting drunk. You either get more depressed, or more happy and your mind stops working rationally. This is when you start making up bullshit about how your brain produces alcohol all on its own - dream on! I should work for some medical research place, I can start a national scare and they will extend alcohol laws to makes it illegal for children under 18 to have less than 8 hours of sleep a day. I'm gonna drink some real alcohol tomorrow though! at Brighton! Yay, might drink some tonight too. Ooh I'm so hardcore. Go me! (ed: yes, ken, go, please, and don't come back until you sober up) OK. Drunkenness 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. 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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