June 2003 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: all kinds of everything
by Christine Irene 12 Jun '03

12 Jun '03

so dirty vicar gave me quite a lashing for referencing chris deburgh in a sinister post...what do you think he'll do to me for referencing dana? :o) hi all. it's been awhile. you remember me, i'm stine. the right wing republican who is not a man from sweden. so how have you all been? i hope that this finds you well and up to loads of exciting adventures. what has been going on with me? not a whole lot. the eldest of my charges is now out of school so my days have been to busy with scholastic type activities....that allows no time for posting to sinister. i think you often though. :O) on monday the girls and i were stuck in the house on a rainy day...so we turned the basement into an ocean. i cut out waves out of blue paper, the girls made fish, algae, etc, and we plastered it up all over. looks v. cool. i think my bosses were very impressed with it. it is always nice to impress your bosses, no matter your field. today we ventured to the library. funny thing. the little one LOVES reading. she cries when i tell her to put her books down so we can go outside to play. she is 2. anyway, she hates to leave whatever she is doing. at the library, she found a stool that she was quite taken with. when it was time for us to leave the part of the library we were in so that we could look for some cd's to borrow, she had a total meltdown. everyone in the library was staring at me as though i was trying to skin her alive. it was mortifying. good times. in the way of entertainment type things i have been: listening to the new radiohead. i like it, i have just been in more of a sing-along mood...you can't really sing along to radiohead. have been listening to (obsessively so) the tape that dirty vicar made for me...of gavin friday's radio appearance in dublin. i love it! i think that mary-margaret (or margareth, depending on whom you ask) o'hara has the most lovely voice of anyone in the history of vocal chords. if i could sing like her my life would be a musical! i saw Gangs of New York the other day...I liked it overall. it was VERY LONG, and sad, and violent....but I think that it summarised the events rather accurately (so far as i know anyway)> saw Down with Love a few weeks ago. v. cute. ewan mcgregor is sooooo yummy! got my very own copy of "Breakfast on Pluto" by Pat(rick) McCabe. Should be good....(i realise that book titles should be underlined, for some reason I can never underline in Yahoo mail). i have also been watching countless episodes of :"sex and the City" (of which my friends say I am a cross between Miranda and Carrie), Friends (which my friends say I am most like Chandler/Monica) and The Young Ones (which I adore, but seriously hope I do not resemble any of the characters on :o) oh yeah, one last thing. i don't s'pose the odds of anyone from this list going to a) the taste of lombard festival or b) the tracy chapman gig are very good, but if, for some reason, you happen to be at either of those events, I will be working the events for Amnesty International....stop by and say hi! :o) ta. love ~stine ah well. i s'pose that's all __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Calendar - Free online calendar with sync to Outlook(TM). http://calendar.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: a good day for posting [#2]
by Stefano [Steady-State] 11 Jun '03

11 Jun '03

Sinister, my dear Two post in a day, and actually in a row, that can be a bit too much, but, still, well radical change of subject, so it can actually be two different people writing. I am wondering how many characters I can play in a single day of mine. Hope not too many otherwise I'll get confused, even if I could eventually be booked for a remake of dr. Strangelove, but I am firmly sure no-one can even think to compete with the genius of Peter Sellers: still wondering how they could give the Oscar to rex Harrington for my fair lady that year. Nothing to say about the always more beautiful than it can be described Audrey Hepburn, but still genius is genius.. dimitri!!! *Pinic*#1 Well that said, it is apparent that the picnic season is opened, we have had a call for Greenwich park this Saturday by Caitlin. I think it is a great idea. The sun is shining (in Milan), but the [Italian] weather forecast showed a bright sun over England capital, which made me go, like, *yes*, and can't really wait to be back in my comfy mole. And if picnic is always a good idea, a sinister picnic is almost always a GREAT idea... *picnic*#2 It is such a great idea, generally speaking, that we might indeed need more, and as previously announced, we wish to have one on the Saturday the 28th (June) as well. So THIS IS A CALL!!!! I know it is glasto weekend, but I hope there still be someone who can't go there and would like to enjoy the joy of the park. Honestly the park is often a joy, and is enjoyable to like in a city with so many park in it that even in a couple of weeks time it is possible to experience more than one! Since when Ken has been picnic mum we went to the traditional and always great primrose hill, and Caitlin called for the gorgeous Greenwich, I think we can do Hide Park for the 28th, if someone fancy that, or have a better suggestion please let me know. In we are going to stick to Hide park suggestion then the best would be to meet at Hide Park Corner tube station, tha icnic food and boozes if needed, and then explore the serpentine and the park itself. MORE DETAILS TO COME. [personal contact is DEEPLY appreciated] *pinic*#3 yes, picnics are never enough. never even. so thank you very much to the lovely ER!I!C! which said it would be eventually possible to have one on the US east coast: that would be a dream , and will fulfil a record of three picnic in a row, which would be absolutely fantastic. and as ken said, you never know, you might find love there. I heard people, I knew, did. *club*T!I!G!E!R!M!I!L!K!I!N!G!*club* ok, that is a bit of advertisement, please be clement, you can skip the following couple of lines, if you prefer... would that be enough not be beat in the public square? hope so. YES! we are trying to have the tigermilking club back on line: we have a date: 19th July 2003 we have a venue: the Betsey Trotwood and we have a timetable: 8 p.m to 1 a.m. More details and surprise to come as well. Hope I'll see you a few of you there and that it will be and enjoyable time. and this is I think pretty much for today Friday should be a good day for flying I hope Your Stefano ~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~# in the time of the winter the waiter fell into the snow he could hear a voice but will he ever find his way if I'm so far from your heart why do I feel it beat and time won't wait for us ~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Will you get up and do the things you belive in?
by Stefano [Steady-State] 11 Jun '03

11 Jun '03

Dear Sinister I am back in my home country at present. This like to call this county the lakes land, and is a place somewhere around northern Italy. It is so much in the north that it is almost Switzerland. Actually It is just a few tens of mile by car. If you are a driver good and brave enough to dare to go up there, and there are no traffic jams, them it can be indeed a lovely drive by the lake, and it has been one of the finest moment I can remember in my life when I dared to drive in my old nth hand care that I have bought from my younger brother the one who made me shine. At that time, being in this place was as it has never been, or as I have never remember it has been. I felt comfortable with my whole existence, and whit the place I grew up, which I always dreamt of fled away towards unknown destination. My secret plan as a teen age was to go to the dock and board towards a unknown destination, whatever but far away from this place, that life, that everyday boredom. Still I´ve nev! er had the courage of pack up my few things, get on train, then on a boat, and finally somewhere in the middle on the sea where the sun burn your skin and the salt your lips, but you might eventually feel alive. You can think you have tried. To live. Properly. It looks like there is a spell, and all the time I´m coming here something unexpected, and not always the funniest one, is going to happen. At Christmas time, I took a few steps, still in the airport, and I felt like I was breathing, completely, fully, and without conditions. It was a new beginning. I was sure I´ve turn the page, and for how much I have been unhappy and unsatisfied with all my life had been since a few months before, everything had change. I simply alive. I felt like a human being, like all my life hasn´t just being a waste of time. A traceless running of seconds. A cheap and useless thing. I felt like it has been worth waiting all the time I had to be lighted up. And I firmly though all the past was over, the lonely time was passed and nothing but th ´s eyes, in which I mirror in the morning, was what I would have had, and a stolen smile in the fragile sleep. A memory trough the day until it would have been time to pick one more the morning to come. Yes, I felt loved. And how does it feel to be loved? It feels like it is the only thing that has ever meant anything to me at all. And it is not that great to look out of the window in the morning wondering if, one day, the thing will change again, with that kind of feeling that you know you are telling lies to yourself, because there are people, for the way the things go that are going to be on their own. I always though anyone have in his life what its deserved, because it is what we do, all the choices and the decision we make, the thing we have or haven´t dared to do or say that writes our story. We are writing it in our own fashion, even if we don´t like it the way it is written. Not all of us are good writer, even if, I think anyone try his best, still it is not said it! is going to be enough. Even if I have always though this, strongly and resolutely, for a while I tried to hide to hide to myself how the truth was, how there was no one but me to blame, how I have been silly and proud and have done my best to destroy any possibility of getting out of the state I was in. And that was just because I was scared of being happy. And I needed my little world to collapse over me to realise it. Silly, isn´t it? But now I am not scared anymore to be happy. I might sound stupid, or rhetoric, or childish, or whatever you want, but that is it. I am not scared anymore of being happy. And I think that there is something special which is able to turn each of us on. It can be creating a new rose variety, playing cricket or climbing the Everest, or more simply spying someone´s dream when you wake up. Last Saturday my grandma passed over. She was quite old, and it was relatively past. She didn´t suffer much, and I like to think the last time she saw me, I looked different and smiley, like I´ve never look since I was a child s. Of course I have no memories of that, but I definitely won´t define myself a social adult. I don´t know when and how the things changed. At a certain point they changed, or I let, or made them change, but that is not worth. I´m sure my grandma knew how it does feel to be loved, because one can see in all the old fashioned photograph in black and white the way my granddad looked at here, and I have seen how, in the late days, he cared and looked forward her, day by day, hour by hour. Thinking at that it makes my heart melt and tear run, but they will dry soon. Saturday was an unbelievably warm, almost hard to stay inside the house, and as the evening came, my childhood definitely finished. It has been like all the memories of that time have start to irreversibly fade out when my grandma, her name was Bianca, left. A widely expected, predictable, but still harsh turning point of a lifetime. It is at turning point a that one start to make a balance of the things he have done! , he would have like to do and will love to do in his life, I think. At least I do. The only feeling I had is that my life is running away with me without living anything worth being remembered. a lonely human being leaving faint footprints, a decoloured image on the background of a photograph, and which is still wondering if one day can be a little more close to the subject of that and if the snapshot can be developed. Will he move that couple of steps ahead or not? Well if it is all the result of what I have done, I must listen to the deep of my conscience and take all the consequences it involves. I don´t know what it does entirely mean, to be honest. All I know is that the things can´t go on as they are at present, either one way, or another, they have to change. I think I´m built with a fight temper. I know everyone suffer and fight on a daily basis. But I feel like this every day defeats are just weakening at the point that I won´t have any strength to fight back, and a candle which is light is dim and feeble, will till all the wax the pain is over. I wish you all happiness (And if it comes, grab it with both full hands) yours stefano ~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~# in the time of the winter the waiter fell into the snow he could hear a voice but will he ever find his way if I'm so far from your heart why do I feel it beat and time won't wait for us ~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: fleeing's rather feeble (Fw: picnicking this weekend)
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 10 Jun '03

10 Jun '03

Hello everyone Picnic in the streets on london, picnic in the streets of birmingham etc. well no picnic on the streets of birmingham actually but in LONDON - i have a forwarded message from Caitlin Pigtails Ross regarding THIS WEEKEND, when some folks are gathering for a picnic/meetup thingie at GREENWICH. FYI: The best place to meet is maybe actually at the CUTTY SARK Docklands Light Railway station, at 2pm. And then wait there for a bit, and then go to greenwich park, i.e. where the observatory is. There is a fine pub called The Cutty Sark, and it's nice. More details at the forwarded mail below. Hopefully see some of yous soon. Ken > ---------- > From: wpsalt@btinternet.com[SMTP:wpsalt@btinternet.com] > Sent: 07 June 2003 14:09 > To: Chu,Kenneth > Subject: Picnicing next weekend > > I've booked my tickets to come to London and everything, and found a place > to stay, so if it all falls through at this stage i'll be *majorly* pissed > off. > > That being the case, can you post to Sinister and announce a picnic for > next Saturday? Four people saying they're definitely considering it is > probably enough for it to be worth going ahead with. > > My suggested details are: > > Picnic in Greenwich Park, 2pm, Saturday the 14th. I've not been there for > years and don't know it at all, so my best suggestion is that we should > meet up by the Cutty Sark (cos it's nearby and easy to find). > > After that, someone who knows Greenwich a bit better than me can find us a > pub to go to. If you think enough people will come, you could suggest > football too. > > Feel free to put my phone number on the announcement email; it's 07990 > 575869. > > Thanks; see you soon, > Caitlin > > -- > http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/ > ********************************************************************** This email is confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom it is addressed. If this email was not intended for you please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator(a)uclh.org. This footnote confirms that the email and attachments contained no viruses when they left UCLH. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: to my doorstep to my doorstep yeahhhhh
by elizabeth trawick 09 Jun '03

09 Jun '03

Hello Lovelies! Sorry I've not written in so long... I've been negleting poor Sinister. I've got good reason! I graduated just last week and I started University Monday last... Interesting. I'm living on my own on campus and I must admit it's great fun. I have a roommate, but she's never here. She spends the night with her boyfriend. I've seen her three or so times. I think they're getting married. Being around all of these new people is weird... Especially since I've no idea how to approad them or make friends with any of them. In class the other day I mentioned that I like The Smiths and Belle and Sebastian and my teacher really enjoyed that. He says he really likes the Smiths as well. I wonder, if I could get a date, what would make it perfect? I think I would enjoy a stroll in the park, a picnic with ducks on a starry lit night, and -to top it off- Yo La Tengo's "My Little Corner Of The World" would be playing somewhere far off. Not that any of that would happen since I CAN'T GET A DATE! with anyone worthwhile. (boy sinisters? ahem? any from alabama? ;) Funny thing, relationships. It's fun when they just start off... but once it starts going downhill it... well, goes downhill. The worst is trying to hang on to something that's already lost. The Worst thing about starting a relationship though? Not knowing what the other person wants from it *cough*. Enough of relationship talk now: let's get down to the nitty gritty! My main purpose for this is that I owe people letters, I know. I'm sorry and I'll write them as soon as I feel I'm able to send them. I'd like to write some new people letters as well- so, if you want a letter from a random sinister just write to me outside of sinister and say hello. All you've got to put is an address and I'll send away. I do a lot better when I have more to do. Oh my, this is very jumbled. Sorry if I've confused or scared anyone... -Elizabeth _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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RE: Sinister: the worst B&S puns I could think of
by Hugo Johan <12813249＠sun.ac.za> 09 Jun '03

09 Jun '03

dear list (or as people in "hungary, far away" used to say in their oh-so polite fan-mail: "dear liszt") WHERE IS A CAVEAT? oh dear, not only is this now very lame (which, face it, it was always going to be) but it also dreadfully behind the times (almost reactionary, ono might say, but then again, one mightn't - sometimes i just don't know). anyway, so if anyone was wondering, THERE is a caveat! CHICK(s) WITH SPEED first off, congrats to idles, who will finally get to rev her own motor - it's a precious day: savour it (and don't get caught doing anything your local traffic warden wouldn't!)* i'm also due to get a new car sometime soon, and have been giving the matter of naming some thought. my conclusion (although i'm still wavering a little) is, yes: the TWATTYBUS! because not only will it make me think of the band, but of you, oh list (or, as mrs liszt used to say, in certain private moments...) there are other reasons why this would be apt, demonstrating my grate eng. lit. skills in really getting to grip with subtext. the most smutty one is that, to a boy, a new car is certainly... A SEX-AID!!! (yeah, baby, yeah) and TWATTYBUS (for all we know, might be sinisterese for "passion wagon" - think about it. (now, reconsider the sub-heading, analysing possible ambiguities!) seeing as it's going to be rather a small car, it also has the appeal of irony, but that's beside the point. *btw, is it true that a 26-year veteran ambulance driver is being prosecuted for speeding in britain... while delivering a transplant organ at 3am IN his ambulance? if so, it's a mad bad old world FLOGGING A DEAD HORSE(power) for further driving-song suggestions, how about: a century of studebakers my family vw i fought in a car (the road-rage song) i bought a new car waiting for the lights to change big cam shaft me & the playa (for idles) fox on the road (the road-kill song) dog on wheels (ditto) i could be speeding loneliness of the middle-distance driver NB if you have read this far... look back at the first section, and realize you only have yourself to blame. ALL APOLOGIES ... that is, to fellow straight boys out there, since i seem to have managed to have shrunk our pool of opportunities. well, tentatively outing herself MIGHT just been perceived as a kind way of breaking up, but there was a glint in her eye as the waitress brought our coffee... but there is a balance. at least balance has been restored in the cosmos, and by gad, aristotle WAS right: all things DO tend towards their natural state... ENDNESS and contrary to what i'd heard, it DIDN'T end with a bang, and hardly a whimper. oh well, suchness is life. hope you are all well, as always (or rather: hope, as always, that you are all well) love and rocks JohaN ps. for those who don't know it yet, the friends of the heroes* R!A!W!K! - so does their journal. in order to make myself more clear, its G!R!A!T!E! *mmh, through an unfortunate spelling error, i almost equated heroes of all ilks (what the hell's an ilk anyway!) with an unfortunate disease that can be gotten from kissing and such-like. for those with anglophone keyboard, note the proximity of letter 'p' to letter 'o'. 'nuff said, i think (i said: "nuf", natch... oh dear, i can see i'm digging myself into a hole... right, let's quit while i'm a head... that is, a &%$@head +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: a little less dissertation, a little more sanction
by terry underwear 09 Jun '03

09 Jun '03

hello, there's nothing like a name check to encourage me to post. throw in the fact that it's exam period and this post is pretty much inevitable. CONTENTED or GIVE IT A BREAK I listened to Fold Your Hands... last night for the first time in 6 months or so. I think it's a fantastic record. Apart from a few vocal parts the songs are so beautifully constructed. I even sang (or should that be breathed?) along to Beyond the Sunrise. I am going to try and not listen to albums for 6 months or so more often. INCONTINENCE or HOW TO BE IN STYLE I got myself a copy of the Publication manual of the American Psychological Association recently. It tells you how to write journal articles properly, how to use non-discriminative language, how to present data etc... It is fantastic! I haven't been this excited about a book since the twist ending in The Very Hungry Caterpillar (I was sure it was either bulimic or a stoner. Is this a book we really want the chldren of today to be reading - the theme is basically that you can eat and eat and eat, and you end up becoming a beautiful butterfly. Is it any wonder about 50% of Western society is overweight?). EXCHANGING TAPES This is the last call for the OZ/NZ Tape Exchange. So far we have myself, Alex, Nathan, Shellie and Trixie. Email me if you want to send and receive some beautifully packaged music. WE RULE THE KITCHEN The Sinister Recipe Tree continues to roll along at it's own infrequent pace. There are lots of recipes now - look: http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ Email me if you'd like to join. REACHING FOR THE CLOUDS Last night I dreamt I was on a hill. Wait, there's more. A cloud came floating past, and I reached out for it and pulled it from the sky. It was like a big ball of cotton wool. I showed the other people in my dream but they weren't very interested. I reached inside the cloud and tried to find the water, but there didn't seem to be any. terry PS Up with the fantastic corporation that is Jimbo! --- here's what i think: http://naivetysucceeds.blogspot.com ____________________________________________________________ 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. 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: A Broken Record (Store)
by pugmunch＠juno.com 08 Jun '03

08 Jun '03

A genial Sini-hello to all! I am now officially de-lurking, approximately nine days after I proclaimed my intention of doing so to the renowned terry underwear. And as a further disclaimer, I should add that this post will fall victim to my new affliction: sub-title mania. Dont look it up in the medical dictionary; it's new to the common era. ACTUALLY, YOU CAN PROBABLY SKIP THIS SECTION. Though it subtly ties in with a major theme in the third bit. Regardless, it's a bad time to have a sick car. But thats exactly what I had and Ive made a remarkable discovery: 2 hours mechanic-time is equal to 5 hours out here in the real world (termed loosely). Its a good thing I found this out or I mightve been worried when 11:30 rolled around and the boy whod driven me home from the dealership wasnt honking maniacally from the driveway. Yes, and by the time 2:00pm came about, I knew the time was at hand, having drawn my conclusions, and charted my theory. By 2:30, Gita was purring down the highway, glowing happily in the afternoon sun, freshly washed down by loving, but slow, hands. And I thought I had no mathematical skills to speak of! This will save me a lot of needless phone calls in the future, and this is a Good Thing because my t-mobile bill read $229.00 last month. Eek! YOUR TRANSFORMATION IS COMPLETE Next on the list (she makes a mental tick; I had a mother-in-law once who actually made lists of topics before she made phone calls. Scary, scary family). Its actually the heart of the matter. Yes, folks, this is it. We need to talk. About Zia. Its gone to hell in a handbasket. Look what happens when I take a sabbatical from conventional record purchasing. The Record Store Savior (remember him? Ah, I didnt think so.) is GONE. Gone, gone, gone. Who is there to slip me B&S bootlegs? Who is there to help me with obscure imports? NO ONE. Im completely bereft! I dont know what to do! I ambled in tonight, quite confidently, only to find the joint peopled with strange employees; I didnt recognize *one*. My heart slowly sank as I made my way to the B&S section. After ordering the albums chronologically which may or may not be an obsessive/compulsive habit of mine; I feel its my duty and casting covert glances at the registers, I wheeled around expecting ! to see him hiding out at the imports counter behind me. Alas, there was no hope. Hes hell and gone, and none of the people even know who Im talking about. I had to ask. I think his name was Chris, although I could be wrong. Ive been wrong at least twice that I know of, so its not an impossibility. In loving memory of him, Id like to say that he let me use the employee bathroom once; it was covered with Star Wars Posters, which excited me to no end; it was a homecoming sort of feeling. There was a Chewy decal on the toilet. I felt such a part of, man. Im just a regular outsider now. At least they had the new Pernice Brothers. Its my consolation prize. PAINTING THE TOWN.ER, GREEN. I had a date. I know; I cant believe it either. It wasnt your average date, though. I went out with a Kurdish refugee and co-erced him into telling me his life story with unprecedented panache, saying, Well, Ive got about 87 questions for you. Would you mind if I start now? And then it came to light that he likes fast cars, a la The Fast and the Furious, salsa dancing, and action movies. Hmmm. So much for preconceptions of a shy, determined boy trying to adjust to the capitalist American culture. Hes more American than I am, I reckon. The song Americano, (Brian Setzer version, thank you) was looping in my head, battling it out with the alarm bells that started searing through my brain as he told me about his last (totaled) car and how it was green and had that neon light thing underneath it and how he had a racing club on the west side. Right. Hmmm. The Arabic techno rawked though, but the promised, much-vaunted mix has yet to materialize. In light of ho! w little we actually have in common, Im rather shocked that Im not completely in love. It *would* fall in with my track record. FROM THE FRINGE OF THE OASIS.THE END. Id say thats all worthy of mention at the moment. Ive just finished my final Red Bull of the evening; Im on rations now, as the case in the fridge has dwindled down to only five remaining cans. Tomorrow might call for a desperation run to the nearest Costco. And its time for the trial run of my new cds, consolation prize or not. And, of course, I must lounge in the hammock and chainsmoke; its a prerequisite to sleep, didnt you know? ;-) S. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: bastards! always one step ahead...
by marisa stroud 07 Jun '03

07 Jun '03

Oy! What the crap happened to the Top Ten lists on the B&S band site?? I went to go look for the list with the top ten "belle and sebastian" homonyms or whatever cause "belle has surpassed ian" was the only one I could remember and it was bothering me but then when I went to read it it was GONE! Turn your back for five mintues (or perhaps 10 or 12 months...) So I just clicked right to Struan's writing or to Banchory and didn't bother with the rest of the site. So what? Is that such a crime? Well, clearly I'm being punished for it. So...did anyone here write/save it? If you did, would you send it to me? I'll reward you with...well, good karma, prolly, but karma could someday take the form of cookies or fairy cakes. Theoretically at least. Thanks kids. marisa ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: At the church bazaar, I think I went too far..
by robin stout 07 Jun '03

07 Jun '03

"You know," I said to the woman with the plastic hands, "I think this moment has changed my life." I'd only been at the church bazaar for five minutes and I was already clutching a hygienic armful of Tupperware. You won't believe what it can do. "Put your sandwiches in this box and they'll keep for weeks." the lady said. "Why, that's impossible!" "No, that's Tupperware!" Every time I was turning over one turquoise plastic artefact, with blinking eyes of astonishment, the lady would pick up another in her hands, which in their translucent arthritis supports looked like they'd been plasticated by some Tupperware Golden Goose. "Do you know what this is for?" "Um, it looks like a sugar spoon. But surely the sugar just falls out of the holes?" "It's for getting pickled onions out of jars." "Wow!" As I piled the multicoloured curiosities into my half price sugar jar I told her, "You know, when I arrived here I didn't know I needed all this stuff, but now, well, I don't know how I ever lived without it." She nodded sagely, and dropped me my change from her plastic hands. I've often wanted to go into the Highfields Church Hall, but I never had an excuse until today. I love visiting churches and church halls but, as I am not a Christian, I always feel I need an excuse. Today I had one. The main event was an auction for what was billed as "Peter Baker's Jacket". Peter Baker seems to be a local hero, and although I didn't know who he was I got the sense that I really should. He'd donated two jackets; One was a cracked shoe-polish brown leather jacket which looked like it had been bought sometime around '74. The other, the top item up for grabs, was a more modern tweed number, which was in good nick, if a little furry, and looked like it had maybe been bought in '78. "So here we are", the denimed vicar called, "the main item on sale, a lovely tweed affair, a 44-in jacket that used to belong to that man I know you all love: Peter Baker." There was applause. I tried to make a "Whoot!" but it didn't come off and I looked at the floor. "It looks", the vicar said, reading some paper pinned to the jacket, "like we've already had some bids for this. Let me see.. Well, the highest bid is twenty pounds. Would you believe it? Twenty pounds! Is there any advance on twenty pounds?" There was a call from the front. "Oh hold on a second", the vicar read the paper again, "that's twenty *pence*. Is there any advance on twenty pence?" I struggled home with my tupperware and passed an old man. "You're in a rush. It feels like Brands Hatch on Tewksbury Street today", he said. "Oh I've just bought some cakes from the church bazaar down the road and I'm trying to get home quickly before they melt so that I can put them in my new Tupperware boxes." "Is that the Highfields Church?" he asked. "Yes, it's rather nice. Have you ever been in there?" "Oh no, I'm a Methodist, you see." "What type of church is Highfields then?" "I think it's a Free Church." "A Free Church? What do they believe in?" "Well, in a Free Church anything goes", the old man said. r*e*p*o*r*t*i*n*g* b*a*c*k* I had intended to report back from Scotland when I was there a couple of weeks ago, but time went by and now I think I've missed the moment. It was all good, though. I had a fantastic time during my mini world tour of Britain: Cardiff-Glasgow-Edinburgh-Leeds. I ate far too many bananas, though. Became quite obsessed, I did. It was a real dilemma for me; a few days before I left I read in New Scientist that bananas were going to become extinct because they are all clones, then, on the same day, I heard that if you eat twelve bananas you can DIE. It almost happened to Peter Andre, you know. So I was stuck on the banana-fingers of a dilemma: eat as many bananas as I can before they go extinct, but, well, don't die. Sort of crucial, that. I saw lots of Sinister folks. Danced with the Pinefox, bathed in Lucy's juicy wisdom, pricked myself on Nick's cheekbones, was shocked by Ken's display in a cheap hotel window, and sneaked a glimpse of Patrick's lunchbox. But, truth be told, I didn't spend half as long with you all as I should, as I was always with other people. One of these days I shall make amends. Better be off. It's far too sunny to stay here. I can almost hear the sound of the oars* on the boating lake. bye bye sinister robin xxx *well, technically the rollocks, but it's impossible to use that word without it sounding rude. I know how you Sinisterenes hate smuttiness. Oh, now the sun's gone in anyway. Maybe I'll just sit here on my bed, masticating. Those cakes sure are tasty. 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