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Sinister: Loverock on a Sunny Afternoon
by terry underwear 15 Apr '03

15 Apr '03

hello, *** A most peculiar thing happened to me last Saturday. It was a delightful afternoon. The sun was shining, there was a light breeze, birds were singing.. A nice day for a picnic really. I had just finished doing a spot of gardening and was taking a bag of weeds and other such growy things which you don't really want in your vegetable patch out to the bin. As I approached the bin I noticed a piece of paper on the ground. It looked like a page from an address book or diary, as it had a little coloured tab on the side which had AB written on it. "Hmmm", I thought, "what's this here then?" I picked it up and saw that it was indeed a page from an address book. I quickly scanned the front but didn't recognise any of the names. Then I turned it over... *** Would any listee's from Australia or New Zealand be interested in joining a tape tree? Email me if you're interested and I might try and start one. *** On the back of the page my Dad's and Grandma's phone numbers and addresses were listed. "How very strange!" I thought. I glanced out to the road and saw that there were loads of pages like this blown all down the street. How bizarre that the one page that had my family's details on would end up right outside my house. This was starting to freak me out a little. It was getting heavy, and when it's getting heavy it's time for me to turn into my alter-ego, the wisecracking, donut-eating Det Sgt Loverock!^ *** ^I worked as a file room clerk in the police service for a year or so and one of the police officers was called Det Sgt Loverock. I though it was the funniest name ever and have since stolen it to use as the name for my alter-ego. *** "Well it seems like someone has taken a leaf out of this person's book doesn't it!" Loverock laughed loudly at his own joke, then began to think about how he was going to solve this little mystery. This was a vital case for Loverock following the limited success of his previous operation. A case of mistaken identity and a hint of paranoia almost saw the wrong boy killed, but thankfully his partner DS Skulldeath managed to make a couple of people talk and disaster was narrowly avoided. "I sure do wish Skulldeath was here to help me out on this one," Loverock thought. "Why she got mixed up in that crazy mating deer with cheetahs business I'll never know. I guess some people will do anything to make a quick buck." He quickly downed a six pack of donuts (iced of course) for a bit of courage, then made his way out into the street to pick up the pages. After fifteen minutes he had about 50 pages and a tummy ache from eating too quickly. An hour later and he had collected all the pages. Now to analyse the evidence. *** *** Loverock sat down on his armchair, a cup of sugary coffee in one hand, a jam donut in his left hand, and the pages in his other hand. The first page he had picked up had the phone number for the Perth Alzheimers Club. "Sounds like a nice way to meet new people each day," Loverock quipped. The next page he looked at had a lot of people with the surname Mercer listed. Was this a breakthrough? Could the owner of this address book be a Mercer, and have Alzheimers? Loverock was suddenly hit by a brainwave. If this person knew my, I mean Terry's, parents, then surely Terry's parents would know this person! Loverock raced to the phone to call one of his snitches. *** *** DS Lovercock: "Hi, my name is Det Sgt Loverock, I was hoping to talk to a Mrs Terry." Mrs Terry: "Sorry, I think you may the wrong number, this is Marilyn Boyle speaking here." DS Loverock: "OK, yeah cool, that's right. Ummm, do you know anyone who has Alzheimer's and the surname Mercer?" Mrs Boyle: "Terry, is that you?" Acting DS Terry: "Umm, yeah, hi Mum." Mrs Mum: "Why did you call yourself Loverock?" Acting DS Terry: "Hey? Erm, it must have been like a crossed line or something. So do you know anyone like that?" Mrs Mum: "I'm not sure, I'll get your dad." Mrs Dad: "Hello." *** *** Loverock's snitches had come good. He had the name and address of the address book's owners. How the pages ended up all over the street he lived on will remain a mystery to him, but the important thing is that the address book was going to be back in its owner's hands. Loverock signed the letter he had written to the address book owners and went to date it. "What's the date today?" Loverock wondered. He glanced at the calendar on the wall. "That's last years calendar!" Loverock exclaimed. At the moment a smile began to appear on Loverock's face, and he slowly turned towards the calendar. "It seems to me," Loverock whispered to the out of date calendar, "that your days are numbered!" ***************** This quite bad story was based on a real life event. The author takes no responsibilty for the terrible and at times offensive jokes of DS Loverock, the bad punctuation, or the anatomical inaccuracies. No donuts were hurt during the making of this story. terry --- here's what i think: http://naivetysucceeds.blogspot.com caitlin and terry's sinister recipe tree archives: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ ____________________________________________________________ Get advanced SPAM filtering on Webmail or POP Mail ... Get Lycos Mail! http://login.mail.lycos.com/r/referral?aid=27005 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: Spring if FINALLY here!
by SGTHURMOND＠aol.com 14 Apr '03

14 Apr '03

O Spring!! It�^�^�s been so long since we�^�^�ve seen you. I was beginning to think that damn bitch Mother Nature was never going to let you come out and play with us again. *** So, it is indeed springtime in the city. I�^�^�m so excited! The birds are singing, the sun is shining, the flowers are blooming, all the good-looking people seem to have come out of hibernation. But, what I�^�^�m really, really excited about, and cannot contain any longer, is that I can now mop my floors. I have been waiting for what feels like an eternity to do this. See, this winter, every time I�^�^�d grab my mop and fill my bucket with warm sudsy water, the sky would start falling with those pretty white flakes that inevitably would end up a slushy brown mess all over my newly-mopped apartment floor. I already have to deal with all the crap from the city streets (dog shit, garbage, urine, gum, etc.) that my roommate brings into our place because he refuses to grasp the concept of taking off his shoes before entering it, but do I really need to be dealing with snow in the month of April? That�^�^�s prime Spring Cleaning time and it�^�^�s downright depressing that I haven�^�^�t been able to even get started. I don�^�^�t know about you but I love cleaning. I always have. In fact, when I was a little girl, I wanted to be a maid. My family used to have a maid come to our house twice a week. Her name was Tina, and she would launder and iron the clothes, wash any dirty dishes, sweep and mop the floors, and dust and vacuum. Of course, not always in that order, which pissed off my obsessive-complusive mother to no end. Anyway, I�^�^�d watch Tina as she did her chores and she always looked so happy. Sometimes, she would let me help her out. Usually, with the dusting. This was a fairly easy task for a child. Such fond memories, I really looked up to her. And, I learned some decent cleaning techniques that I still use today. Now that I�^�^�m older, wiser, and I see the world for the soul-sucking, disappointing cesspool it really is, I understand what it is about cleaning that makes me so happy. I�^�^�m sure I�^�^�m not the first person to realize this and I hope I�^�^�m not the last, but cleaning is mental purification. Pure and simple. It�^�^�s therapy for the price of a roll of paper towels and a bottle of 409 All Purpose Cleaner. Cleaning is getting rid of all the old dust that has collected, settled on, and weighed down all my cherished items. My books, lampshades, television screen, table tops, stereo, cd collection. All that, for lack of a better word, stuff that cohabitates with me. But, sometimes without realizing it, I neglect and disrepect my stuff. Oh sure, I use my stuff. I switch on the lamp when I�^�^�m reading a book or I�^�^�ll turn on my television set and watch American Idol. But when I think about how long it�^�^�s been since I�^�^�ve actually run a duster over these things or wiped them down with some soft cotton fabric, it makes me feel terribly guilty. I get to wash the daily grime off my body everyday. But my stuff doesn�^�^�t get to do that. It relies on me for that. Don�^�^�t we all need some special attention, a little loving care? A good scrubbing? By not cleaning, I feel like I�^�^�m not only hurting myself emotionally, but I�^�^�m hurting my stuff emotionally, too. Like Tina! , cleaning makes! me and my stuff happy. And it also helps keep my allergies from acting up. So, now that winter seems to have said, "Goodbye suckers!" and spring has said, "Hello lovely people!" my life renewing process can begin. I can purge, and I can�^�^�t wait. Tonight, when I get home after my monotonous day job, I�^�^�m going to head straight for the mop and bucket and clean my floors like they�^�^�ve never been cleaned before! These are some albums I like to put on while cleaning because of either their length or upbeat tempos: The Clash, London Calling Stepping Out: The Very Best of Joe Jackson The Strokes, Is This It? XTC, Skylarking Pulp, Different Class *** On a completely different note, I got tickets to see Wilco/Sonic Youth at Central Park�^�^�s Summerstage Concert Series! I could care less about Sonic Youth. It�^�^�s Wilco I want to see. I�^�^�ve been a fan for ages and, sadly, I�^�^�ve never managed to see them live. They�^�^�re my favorite band, excluding B&S of course, and I�^�^�ve never seen them live. What kind of fan am I? (Whew! I just barely managed to insert B&S into this otherwise non-B&S-related posting.) 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Sinister: dear god, life ain't kind, people getting born and dying
by Joanne Hill 14 Apr '03

14 Apr '03

I've not posted in a little while, but I think I need to today. My boyfriend Tim phoned me from England yesterday, I was so happy because he hasn't phoned for ages. But he had bad news, his mum died on Saturday. She was 55 I think. He told me he didn't know what had happened, they have to wait for the post mortem. As far as I know she wasn't ill. After a while I didn't know what to say to him, we sat there on the phone for ages not talking, he was crying. I felt crap for not being able to say something. I wish I could go to him, but he says I should wait til after my exams, and then I might fly straight home, I won't go to New York and Nashville and all the other places I planned to. I think Tim wants me to go back straight after exams. Anyway I'd feel guilty going off traveling. But I don't know what to do. I've never lost anyone I know. I only met his mum twice, stayed at their house, she was lovely. She was also full time carer for Tim's dad, he has MS and can't cope on his own, he's in a wheelchair. I don't know what's going to happen now. Tim has his finals next month, and he was going to go to Law School in September. Maybe he'll have to look after his dad. Tim's brother and his family live about 3 hours away, they've driven down to be with the others. It's just so...I don't know...she wasn't ill. I feel so useless here, I want to be with Tim. Joanne _________________________________________________________________ Surf together with new Shared Browsing http://join.msn.com/?page=features/browse&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=74&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: self-indulgent twaddle
by Neil Wykes 14 Apr '03

14 Apr '03

I wanted my first email to the Sinister List to be one that was heart felt and during an emotional period, when my best writing is often done. instead I'm writing to avoid an essay about a need for more propaganda. My intellectualisation du'jour is that I haven't been sleeping well and my overtired and tarnished brain couldn't hack the essay any longer. I don't know if there's much point in talking about who and where I am, unless I have anything interesting to say you're not going to remember me are you? like that boring bloke at the party who's had too much red wine and jazz gas. Don't know who I mean? Proves my point doesn't it? so, for the first time I have an audience of over thirty for my writing. from what I read, far, far more then thirty in fact. I can feel the butterflies waking up and taking caffeine so they can pester me for a while... the reason I've not been sleeping isn't, unfortunately, from a nymph caressing and pestering after my attention, it is the boring, but glow in the dark question; "why do I keep ending up being bullied?". The most obvious and self-esteem busting answer is I have 'victim' tattooed on my forehead. I guess it must be on my forehead as, if read with the eyes below it reads 'victimise'! I try to be true myself and ignore other people who mock , but I do draw attention to myself wherever I go, by just being me, So I have had beer thrown at me, names shouted at me more recently verbally abused by a friend for the past nine months and I had to resort to doing anything I could to getting him to realise I don't like him and more importantly, what he says. the direct routes just haven't worked. I thought by the time I was twenty this'll all be over, but now, at twenty three I realise I am always going to meet people who get off on putting people down. Do we all meet these people or is it just me? I'm sorry for the teen angst from a twenty-something. I think I may have avoided a lot of this stuff when I was younger and I'm learning the hard way now.. I'm not upset or depressed, but jus disappointed that people don't grow up of bullying So, what do you think? an interesting email? or self-indulgent twaddle? if anyone has any answers to the question of 'Is it just me?' please email me outside the list. if anyone has the meaning of life I'd like to hear that too! :) take care people Neil Wykes P.S. I love reading the stuff you people post! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: spanish slalom
by anakin_sky＠gmx.net 14 Apr '03

14 Apr '03

TRL (Temporary Residence Ltd) is also one of the best independent record labels in the united states. in my opinion. fuck MTV. sorry if this is of no interest to most of you, and it has come up before as well, but i keep it short: i'd just like to know who else of you is going to barcelona to the primaverasound festival to see belle & sebastian (and godspeed, and yo la tengo, and mogwai, and sonic youth, etc.)? and does anyone know how to get tickets outside of spain? the website that sells tickets doesn't seem to have the option of posting them, only of picking them up in barcelona)... thanks a lot :) anne. -- +++ GMX - Mail, Messaging & more http://www.gmx.net +++ Bitte lächeln! Fotogalerie online mit GMX ohne eigene Homepage! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 half in love with every girl I meet
by Gardiner, Stuart 14 Apr '03

14 Apr '03

So, last week was fun. An accidental big night out on Friday, bowling and drinking (probably more of the latter let's face it) on Saturday, picnicking and drinking (probably more of the latter let's face it) on Sunday, then a conference fill of drinking all week. In fact I enjoyed myself so much, I was thoroughly depressed when I finally got home on Thursday and missing everyone loads. Yes, that includes YOU. The only answer to depression is of course to go out shopping, spend lots of money on new clothes, and then get home and settle down for the evening with a big bar of chocolate. At which point I jumped up, thought "Oh shit I'm turning into a woman", and immediately turned the TV on to watch the football. Much excitement (I'm easily impressed) when I received a list crush vote last week. For those of you who weren't around here when it started, the idea is to anonymously tell people you fancy them; if they vote for you as well, you both get an email, and love flows. Possibly. Of course, votes are supposed to be entirely on the basis of posts to the list, and nothing more carnal, but nobody ever seemed to take much notice of that bit. So if you want to cheer someone up, go to http://www.missprint.org/sinister/crush.html. What's more exciting is that I have absolutely no idea who was responsible. I can only assume it was someone who didn't witness my eating problems on Primrose Hill last weekend. Most bizarre musical event of the summer: you can always rely on the Guildford Festival to have an, erm, interesting bill. The festival which once entertained the masses with Culture Club, Motorhead and Rolf Harris on the same weekend, has come up with the goods once more. This year's festival will be headlined by Love, Madness, and Alice Cooper. With support from the Mavericks and Atomic Kitten. Who on earth do they expect to go? I'm sure there is a big Alice Cooper / Atomic Kitten crossover market in Surrey, but still... 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: She'll Talk To You With No One Else Around.
by a.s.t.r.i.d＠nme.com 13 Apr '03

13 Apr '03

Helloooooooo Sinister! (That was, just for your information, a verbal imitation of a really bad Swedish artist, and most probably no one of you will understand my great sense of humour by doing that as my introduction since you^Òre not Swedish so sod it. But anyways.) I have my easter break now, haha it is so nice! I^Òm listening to music, sleeping, watching daytime television, eventually wanting to buy every single thing from ^ÓTV-SHOP^Ô, and ^ÓNordic Shopping^Ô. I^Òve had the crave for the Mitsu Knife since I was a kid. And the world^Òs smallest Juicepress, which you have gotten for free if you call within ten minutes since 1993. And the SuperStyler. And Quick N Brite. I don^Òt even have a car to polish, but damn people, that stuff is amazing. [I am not mental. It^Òs just that once you get stuck in front of that stuff you^Òll want it. Even though it^Òs completely useless. I^Òd never buy it though.] Oh God. I really AM in the television-generation. When I was little my parents used to tell me that I^Òd get squareshaped eyes if I watched too much television. It^Òs not happened yet, but even then, I was sort of like ^ÓI guess I could handle that.^Ô Slightly scared though. One thing that^Òs not bad television, though, is Six Feet Under. I really love that show, it is absolutely fabulous. So, what have I been doing the last couple of weeks then? Well, I^Òve hung with both the band Interpol from New York, and one of my favourite artists, Jesse Malin. They were both playing, Interpol on a Friday, Jesse on a Saturday, and since it was at this bar and Amanda (my best friend who^Òs also my dad^Òs girlfriend^Òs daughter) and I couldn^Òt get in, her dad (who^Òs a producer and has got about five billion weird contacts throughout Stockholm^Òs music business) made it possible for us to go and see the soundchecks instead and hang with them. AH! How lovely it was. I love Jesse Malin, he^Òs so wonderful. A truly sweet man. He was going to play Ryan Adams (his best friend) mine and Amanda^Òs demo version of Ryan^Òs song Tomorrow, because I gave it to him. It was all really great, until I got home, played it to my mum and sister, realized how shitty it was and went out on the balcony to cry for a while because I had just handed it to Jesse and there was no return. Then I realized I was acting spoilt and all and so I decided to be really thankful for it instead. So there goes. Hurrah! On Wednesday, I^Òm going to see Bounce Street Dance Company and their new show. How street of me, I already feel down with da hiphop. Yo. This got me thinking about one period in my life when I would walk around saying ^ÓAre you down with da hiphop?!^Ô in a really aggressive tone to pale, pretentious indiekids just to be a bit politically incorrect. Oh, I found so much joy in doing that. I don^Òt do it anymore. Why? I should start doing it again, it really is amusing. Oh, by the way, why didn^Òt anyone warn me about the amount of time needed in trying to get a summer job when you^Òve never worked in your entire life before? It is so hard. Ok, not really. I^Òm just really lazy as usual, and I want to work as a gardener at the local graveyard, it seems sort of cool, except that I can never send in the application because I^Òm so good at procrastinating, and because I don^Òt know shit about gardening. I just imagine myself having use of this since I will A) At least be working my arse off for a bad wage outdoors and not locked up somewhere B) Have a funny story to tell when I get famous with my band (helloooo confidence). I can just see it ^ÓWhen I was 16 I spent my summer at the graveyard.^Ô And people will think I^Òm crazy. I don^Òt know why that would be a good thing, but what the hell. C) Become deep and start thinking about life and death and blah blah blah. I^Òve applied for a job at a café ten minutes from my house, and then I might have to work at a hospital as a cleaner. If I^Òm so lucky. Hrrrrrr. It would be so much easier if I got a record deal and got to record this really good album and get just enough money to keep me alive during the summer months. Ah, it is a nice dream. I^Òm not going to talk more about myself now, but since I can^Òt really think of anything more to write [about myself] I will let you all go now. Read the next mail, you fools. Why did you read this far? I am dull. Take care, Stars and Easter Eggs Astrid x PS. This is my way of saying hello to people TRL-style: OH MY GOD my name is Astrid and I^Òm from Stockholm, Sweden, wooohooo!!! I want to give a shout out to all my friends at sinister, Anders (come back home soon), Fran (letter is on its way), Miss Alex (I am thinking about if I should be re-doing the mixtape or not, sorry for being so lazy) and everyone else, woohooo!!! PPS. For those of you who don^Òt know, TRL or Total Request Live is an awful show with a top ten list of the most popular videos in the USA with TONS of obnoxious teens screaming their guts out and scaring celebrities coming there to promote themselves. It is hosted by actually-quite-ugly Carson Daly and other chirpy types. Most of the show consists of a background sound of ^ÓIIIIIIIHHHHHHH^Ô. Teenage Girls Gone Wrong. Very Scary. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname(a)nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: the SARS of track and field
by Kenneth P Y Chu 13 Apr '03

13 Apr '03

Hello all, Yeah, well so wassup. I'm still recovering from the weekend sinister bowling and drinking extravaganza which had quite literally left me speechless. Either that or I caught SARS and lost my voice. A lot of reporting back has been done therefore I shall keep this brief, things that I remember (not much). So a la High Fidelity here's a top 10 list of what I can remember. - Extraordinary bowling techniques were perfected by various sinisters to such preternatual heights that "Psychic Bowling" phenomena was observed resulting in strikes without even throwing a ball. - Human sacrifices made by Rowens Bowling technicians, forfeiting their own bodies to the bowling machinary in order to restore our pins. - Big Stu losing to the GIRLS despite being in the Champions League, while Dafyd Strange's miraculous two-handed technique ever so slightly let him down. - Kieran Devaney showing Venus the girls cover band what he thought of their performance. - The obligatory Top Of The Hill Whinging was done. This time regarding the weather and Sam already quoted my quotage of Outkast, so I won't. All I have to say is, judging by how TIRED everyone looked after the picnic (some even went home EARLY!) - AS IF any of you would have turned up for bowling if it happens after picnicking ye lazy getts... :-) - BEATING THE OTHER INTERNET B&S PASSTIME AT FOOTIE - which may or may not have to do with my infiltration into the other team and causing them to lose.... - sneaked a bottle of wine into the pub but failing to drink it due to being a wuss. - Proudly living up the twee as fuck stereotype by mass consumption of LOLLY POPs inside the pub, until barmaid told us to stop eating those because "they serve snacks at the bar so please put those away" - tempted to go to the bar and ask if they really served lollies. - Attempts (and the failure) to come up with good names for a Belle and Sebastian tribute band. Or at least one that is as good as "We might be We Might Be Giants" or "Are We Them". - The obligatory Inside The Pub whinging was done. So yeah! Fun it was. Can't wait til GLASGOW GIG.. and I wonder if B&S will do Glastonbury again...the Red Bull Dozers are! I've heard rumours that they will be doing a drunken live performance on Acoustics Tent #28374 (i.e. my tent) Ken _________________________________________________________________ Surf together with new Shared Browsing http://join.msn.com/?page=features/browse&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=74&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Places I Love (#2)
by MyMomSays＠aol.com 11 Apr '03

11 Apr '03

I haven't been to Phoenix, Arizona since I was probably seventeen or so. That trip was not the usual Arizona excursion. My parents were going to attend some sort of business conference and dragged myself and my younger sister along with them. It was my first plane trip. We stayed at a hotel that overlooked a landfill. The hotel itself was beautiful, but I stayed inside the entire time and ate brownies from the mini-bar and watched "The People vs. Larry Flynt" on pay-per-view television. That trip was only a few days, but it was just long enough to feel like an Arizona I didn't remember. Since I was very young I'd gone with my family to Phoenix every spring break. We'd load up into the station wagon--me and my younger sister slipping around on the hot vinyl seats, my older sister in the very back of the car (she acted like she wanted to snooze, but in fact, later, she admitted she just wanted to eat the food that was also back there). On day one of our trip, we never seemed to get very far, but the drive seemed endless. We'd usually drive from Greeley (which is up in the northern part of Colorado) down to Pueblo (which is down in the South). The drive itself is probably only three and some hours. When we arrived in Pueblo the arguments about who-slept-with-who began. My parents were always too cheap to get two hotel rooms, so instead we all packed together into one room--parents in one bed, two kids in another, another on the floor. Older sister, Leslee, always claimed the floor. Kelly and I would stay up late into the night fighting over the covers, or who was hogging the bed. If I felt Kelly was sprawling out too much, I'd wish I'd fall off the bed, wake up the whole family, who'd then feel sorry for me--just to piss her off. I don't think it ever happened. Day two was the long one. All the way from Pueblo down into southern New Mexico. This was the part of the trip where my dad would insist on playing a Michael Murphy tape--usually, appropriately, "The Land of Enchantment." Sometimes we'd all sing along. Further into New Mexico, the landscape always looked erased--whited-out--too bright. Like someone had drawn in some trees, or some houses, then decided it needed to be rubbed out and done over again, but forgot. Day three was when we ventured near Phoenix. I always knew we were close when we started spotting Saguaros. They looked like happy, friendly neighbors saying "howdy" from a distance. My dad would promise "a carton of Rolo's" for whoever spotted the first cactus. At this point my older sister would pretend like she was too old to get excited over such stupid things, and fall asleep, her mouth open. I'd throw bits of paper into her opened mouth until she woke up. Places I love: after I wrote about the Breakfast King, I tried very hard to think of other places I presently love--yes, there are places I like, certainly, but places I love? Being in love with a place is like brushing up against a fence that got up and walked away with you. I love the Inn Suites in Phoenix, Arizona. There are a lot of fancy resorts in Phoenix, since it's on the escape route for retirees. The Inn Suites sat near a square of subsidized housing, in a not-so-nice area of town. From our kitchen, I could stare out the window and watch migrant workers play baseball in the abandoned field across the road. Every morning the housekeeping service brought us little tins of pineapple juice along with a handful of peppermints. At night my parents would take us to some different chain-restaurant. I'd roll down the window and stick my head outside to smell the Phoenix smell--dirty oranges, orange blossoms tainted with the smell of smog. There was also a very nice courtyard, the sky framed with palm trees and squawking birds. My parents never made my sisters and I follow the 45 minute swimming rule. We ate pink-frosted donuts inbetween games of Marco Polo. I'd always have a boyfriend at the Inn Suites; maybe some older boy who resembled Jonathan Brandis, or another boy just thought I was pretty (despite my tattered swimsuit and bad perm). Me and the boys would play hide-and-seek with the other hotel children, and sneak off to sit beside a few bushes pretend to be in love, or just pretend that we were playing hide-in-seek. In the mornings they'd save their packaged danishes for me; when it came time for my family to go back to Colorado, me and my boys never exchanged information, never kept in contact. It was like we knew it had to end, like a good movie you're sad can't last forever. During the last trip to Phoenix, the one where I was sort of too teenagey and angsty to thoroughly enjoy it, my parents took me to the Inn Suites. I wanted to see it again. I had complained throughout the entire trip that I'd wished we'd stayed there instead. As I entered the courtyard, it didn't look as glamorous as I'd remembered. The management had put a huge wrought-iron fence around the pool, making it look forced and too safe. College students lounged in front of the pool, smoking cigarettes and drunk at 1 p.m. It seemed dirty. Spring-breaky. Someone's shoe floated around in the deep end of the pool. One thing hadn't changed, though--the sky was still framed with those palm trees, even bigger than I had remembered. It felt like a life I should have belonged to. Mandee May +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: sometimes it snows in april
by Malcolm Eggs 11 Apr '03

11 Apr '03

Its the end of the world, and she doesn't believe it. She shatters a display window a shopping trolley, climbs inside, and free-wheels towards the aisle marked 'a-d of modern literature'. Filling her trolley with books she'll never get the chance to read. And thats why i'll never be a writer, just can't dilute the one perfect image in my head, by surrounding it with a book of other crap. She said she was liberating my heart, but she's looting bookshops in my mind. Its the end of your world kid. But back to this list, what will sinister do at the end of the world? I dont really see the point in one last shag before i die, it'll just be another shag surely? and anyway there'll be time enough for sex and drugs in heaven! No i really fancy this looting game. From looking at the news on the telly it seems the aim is to get the most ridiculous and grandiose thing u can get your hands on. The guy carrying a huge ornamental byzantine vase is the clear leader so far. I thought "what? is he gonna sell it to michael jackson?". Then the penny dropped - at the end of the world i wanna loot michael jackson's place! All help welcome of course. The frighteningly named Sinister List organisation loots Neverland!! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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