October 2004 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: It's only time
by Amy Baggott 31 Jan '05

31 Jan '05

Hello Sinister, So, Ive been lurking around these parts a while. Ive not been away, I just havent had much to say. And thats not to say I do have something exciting to share with you now, in case anyone was getting their hopes up unduly there. Sorry. I just saw this little quote in the Times the other day and thought of you. My worst festival experience was travelling on an overnight rockers bus from Scotland to see Deep Purple at Knebworth in 1984. I was 15. The only seat was at the back with the stinking denim-and-leather brigade. I got to sleep, bolt upright, between two heavies. I woke up with one of their tongues in my ear Stuart Murdoch, of Belle & Sebastian. Eh? Anyway, Im not going to whinge about the fact that the free gig in Glasgow is two days before the scariest exams of my life so far and that I wont be able to go. Because if all goes to plan, I should be seeing them at Glastonbury instead. But still. A free gig! In Glasgow! With Camera Obscura too! How cruelly fate times these things sometimes. Ah well, at least the new single looks promising. Maybe Ill see some of you in Glastonbury Bye for now, Amy x P.S. The subject line is a truly lovely song off the new Magnetic Fields LP. Listen to it. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Where, Oh Where has my SINISTER gone??
by Katia913＠aol.com 25 Nov '04

25 Nov '04

Sinister, light of my life, fire of my loins. Where would I be without you?? Where am I now?? Out of nowhere, you all seem to have dissapeared. This evening, Ken and I were chatting about inspiration. We decided you all need some inspiration to get going again. I have a story that I think will do that for you all. For those of you who have been around for a while, quite a while ago (like three or so years..), I nearly cut off my thumb in a freak accident with a chisle...and a hammer...and being quite an silly girl about safety with wood carving...well ladies and lovely gents...this is better. Labor day weekend is a long one for us at University...actually a real nice break in the beginning of the year to get your affairs into order and get more than tipsy for an extra evening. It really is perfect. The story I am about to reveal is on that Sunday of Labor Day. I'd gone over to the house of a friends to have what we affectionatly call a Thirty Year old party. We drink wine, eat fancy food, lounge and talk about obscenely affected topics. My friend was carrying in too many glasses of wine when he tripped over the doorframe (but no, Ken, no one yelled "OUCH" at him) and dropped the glasses in order to catch himself. They shattered against the linoleum flooring and glass flew. Everyone in the room frantically looked around to see if everyone was alright...Of course they all were, except for me. Although I did not even feel it, the stem of one of the glasses flew up and hit my lower lip and fell into the palm of my hand. I was bleeding more than throughout my clum! sy history out of both my mouth and palm. Luckily, a young lady there had enough presence of mind to take me to the hospital where I met several interesting patients and waited for three hours to get two tiny stitches put in. It didn't hurt at all, I promise. I do have to admit that it was one of the most stressful moments of my short life...I've never been to the hospital for my own needs. Worse than all of that is the fact that all week people told me I had food in the corner of my mouth!! So Sinister, I have two challenges for you. Number one, best injury or embarasment story. Number two, best cheer up song ever. Post it! I want to know! Love Always, Kate +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: with your newfound love of neu and pad thai
by rrrrobyn 22 Nov '04

22 Nov '04

periodically, elements: since last we spoke, sinister, i have not managed to unlearn how to read. in fact, i have learned whole bunches of new words, some of which may or may not be made up. of letters or non-letters. i also found a pink raincoat, 60s style. that totally goes with my pink mini-skirt suit, 60s style. totally. goes. reporting back (now with informative sub-headings): between 'responsibilities', 'unresponsibilities', and growing my hair, i've been to see shows, entertainments, flashing lights and on-stage sweating. - the dirtbombs: wow! whoa! yes! two drumkits (and two drummers)! spasmodical robotic dancing girl guitarist! mick collins! leg kicking to punctuate guitar riffing! it hurt me, how real and good it was. - julie doiron/damien jurado/rosie thomas: this was lovely. i love julie. she makes you love things. everything seems warmer when she sings. the world is a nicer place. i'm cheesy, but it fits. and it was a cold night. everyone seemed to be wearing nice scarves. - le tigre/lesbians on ectasy/les georges leningrad: let me begin with this: check out my awesome green les georges leningrad t-shirt! it fits like a glove, is soft like fake-fur kittens, and on it is a white drawing of a bat carrying a severed head! *and* it's a non-musical material representation of one of the most bizarre and entertaining (in a watching-your-8th-grade-math-teacher-get-attacked-by-bees kind of way) bands around. so, y'know, t-shirt! lesbians on ectasy is a montreal band as well, with a definite e-energy vibe goin' awn - dance-y, electro-y, fun-y. and le tigre, well, i mean, LE TIGRE. matching outfits, motown style (y'know, same fabric, but kathleen's got a strapless minidress, johanna's got a dress with sleeves and an a-line, and jd's got a button-up shirt and pants. rad.) old songs, a few new songs (which were goood), synchronized dance moves, and a fancy way of following a set list (computers! graphic interfaces! etc.) i was happy. (for 5 minutes early on i was unhappy b/c a crew of goonish indie men began to 'mosh' near the front, causing some annoyance. especially when some pulled out, i kid you not, digicams. i'm just, like, er, do you not listen to lyrics? please put away your collector/capturer personas for an hour and be decent. i'm an asshole. no. i'm decidely not. i just hold le tigre near and dear.) so: always good to see le tigre, feel like you can do anything you set your mind to (it's true-oooo!), and dance like a maniac to 'deceptacon'. when buses strike back: holy crap, there's a bus/metro strike on in montreal. how am i supposed to achieve a nice, protective layer of fat for the winter months when i have to do all this walking and cycling everywhere? criminal. i guess i need to drink more beer. while walking and cycling. just all the time really. oh, and eat chocolate. see, i know my fat-making abilities and those two things will do it for sure. remember back when thespark.com had a 'gain x number of pounds in x number of days' contest? i would have kicked ass in that by eating beer and candy alone. and not walking or cycling anywhere. when i see hot pink graffiti, i say that's the graffiti for me: before the bus strike, i saw some pink graffiti in a metro stn on a billboard. it was in that graffiti language i'm not cool enough to understand, but i think it was along the lines of 'rraaarr, we write graffiti! now go and write an essay about it somewhere you silly little academic wad!' haha, aw, pink graffiti. visit montreal, i will try not to be too weird: helen of australia rocks right back. i saw her in the summertime and we walked around montreal and looked at things and i babbled about stuff and i'm sure was awkwardly quiet at times too, yet she still thinks i'm O.K. And she's a world traveller and therefore *knows*. one day i will go to australia and be a world traveller too. but mostly i will go to the beach and drink beer and eat candy. you were always on my mind, you were always on my mind: i bought a new walkman for $15.97 plus gst and pst b/c my old walkman broke a while ago and i am too cheap (ppoorr) to go for a discman and too damn *smart* to go for an mp3 player just quite yet. ipod ipod ipod. want. not going to get. unless it's $15.97. which, nope, it isn't. anyway, so i'm back listening to my tapes again, enjoying mixes made pre-2000, featuring the pet shop boys, the pixies, b&s, mag fields, you know the drill... the only downside to the walkman is that it's ultra sensitive (read 'cheap', not 'lubricated thin latex') to radio waves and things, so that every time i walk by a big construction site or a taxi it buzzes and sometimes even clicks. it's like the city is remixing my tunes yo. and damaging my cochlea. ow, my cochlea! hahahaha. love and bits, robyn p.s. despite having a pink raincoat, 60s style, i still want loralai's pink coat, the one she was wearing last gilmore girls episode with the awesome black and pink dress which i also want. p.p.s. thinking about tv has just reminded me that rupert got kicked off survivor last night. it was sad. both b/c it was a sad event and b/c i yelled at the tv and then at the heavens and then at myself. but really: why? rupert was the best thing to happen to reality tv since do-it-yourself liposuction on the home and garden network. yeah, so that never happened except on the TV Screen in My Head (8 p.m. Wednesdays, CTV), but man, Rupert gone? i'm writing him a letter. (yes, just like the windchill factor, reality is but a feeling too. a FEELING.) ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden(a)yahoo.com Montreal, QC __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Free Pop-Up Blocker - Get it now http://companion.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: re: RIP Peel
by Gillian Kirby 27 Oct '04

27 Oct '04

This just brought tears to my eyes, despite all the kids runnign around the library looking for Harry Potter: > >" And his strong sense of right and wrong, his hatred for bullies and charlatans and his humanity shone through all his work and came through the radio with every word and every record he played. The Monday evening show the weekend after the Hillsborough tragedy was a piece of broadcasting I'll never forget. He said nothing at the start of his show. He just played a record. A long slow record. It was Aretha Franklin's heart breaking gospel version of You'll Never Walk Alone. I looked through the glass from my adjacent studio and John was just weeping. Silently. So were all of us - his listeners. Nothing more needed to be said. " (from the R1 website) > > I feel sorry for the listeners of the future who'll never get to hear the glorious music that made my teenage years bearable. > > Love and it's on the wrong speed... > > -Gillian ===== "Well that was the best song I've heard since...well, tea time. Mind you, I had a late tea." - John Peel, 1985 Take off that unbecoming frown: www.livejournal.com/users/mippy Send instant messages to your online friends http://uk.messenger.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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Re: Sinister: Bad sad news
by Sam Walton 27 Oct '04

27 Oct '04

"A great man is dead. The news shocked. So young - well, 65 is not quite young even now: but it needn't be a dying age in the millennial developed world." These, dear Sinister, were the words (albeit with the age changed) of the Pinefox, 22 months ago, when writing his wonderful obituary of Joe Strummer. They still ring true today, but with a different man. To a few people John Peel wasn't necessarily a favourite DJ, largely due to his frequent and uncompromising penchant for submitting them to a record that would never find a place in anybody's ears, let alone mine. However I returned to him more than I ever did to anybody else. Fads and personalities came and went, Peel remained he was a cornerstone of my musical education. And for all those 20-second Japanese noise-core bursts of feedback or impenetrable glitchtro workouts ("rather good, I think you'll agree" was normally the growly description, and one to which I often came to concur) there was a guarantee of stone cold brilliance at a far more frequent interval than during any other programme you'll ever hear. My overwhelming feeling tonight is one of guilt and regret for all those times I never listened. The clichés were of Peels unmistakable voice as the nations favourite old sweater or much-loved uncle, as a universal source of fondness shared by all. I can do a mean Peel impression, and indeed the vocal delivery by Messrs Radcliffe, Lamacq and the like owes much to the great man, who seemed to be the first to um and ah whilst being equally equipped with a killer turn of phrase. But the fact remained that while every competitor's failings eventually irritated, Peel's foibles became the very things I adored about his programme, and the trademark that kept me tuning in. He enticed listeners to his endure his butchered pronunciation of a German techno groups, or to abide one more seven inch played at 33rpm John wouldve liked a minutes silence but he'd probably have played it at the wrong speed somebody suggested on the Radio 1 tribute tonight. He was scratchy and unpolished a fact that he frequently and genuinely lamented, but which made him irreplaceable to me. When he spoke into a microphone, he was speaking to me, individually, with all the nervous inflection that inevitably comes with telling somebody about a newfound love, and I felt almost honour-bound to embrace his choices. He was not a musician, but reminiscing over the greats of 20th century music - yes that includes Lennon, Presley, Rotten et al I cant name anyone who has altered my musical taste more, directly or not. He was an innovator and an explorer, and his death leaves me wondering what uncharted waters he has left permanently unmapped. In todays radio schedules there is simply no space for a programme as frankly random as The John Peel Wing Ding, and without him there will be nobody to enforce its existence. John Peel was not my favourite DJ, but there is no other of whom I am fonder. Stronger, deeper fans will pay more attentive tributes, but Im afraid I listened to Mark & Lard more religiously, or the Evening Session, or latterly the Breezeblock and Worldwide. Strip that all away though, and Peel was always there and always reliable; he was the best and most dependable DJ I will ever hear, and for that I am truly thankful. ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Bad sad news
by Hewitt, Stephen 27 Oct '04

27 Oct '04

No doubt you've seen this on whatever other mailing lists you're on, but just in case: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/tv_and_radio/3955289.stm Good night John. xoxo Steve **************************************************************************** For the latest City Lit news & information, please visit our website www.citylit.ac.uk **************************************************************************** The City Literary Institute Registered Office: 16 Stukeley Street, London WC2B 5LJ Registered in England no: 2471686 Registered Charity no: 803007 *************************************************** PRIVACY AND CONFIDENTIALITY NOTICE. *************************************************** This e-mail may contain privileged or confidential information. The message and any files transmitted with it are intended only for the use of the recipient or organisation to whom it is addressed. If you are not the intended recipient, no action may be taken on the information nor may it be copied or shown to a third party and you are asked to notify the sender named above. Views expressed in this message are those of the individual sender, except where specifically stated to be the views of The City Literary Institute. " +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Bad sad news
by robin stout 26 Oct '04

26 Oct '04

Dear all, Awful news about Peel. One of my heroes, completely unique, cooler than anyone really. He died suddenly, on holiday in Peru. Not a bad way to go, all things considered. It's just a complete shock, isn't it? I mean, he was 65, but I kind of figured he'd just always be around. Radio 1 may as well close down now: I don't really see the point of it anymore. Robin _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: you'll never know what I'm thinking of
by s.santabarbara＠qmul.ac.uk 25 Oct '04

25 Oct '04

My Dear Sinisters and Sinistrines I have been travelling a lot recently. That was one of the things I really used to enjoy about the work I do, forget the awful number of pencil I chew, the chalk dust on dark jumpers and people who think they do understand what they do, but actually do not, as long as sometimes I am part of that, at least I can travel and see new places and meet new people, I though. To be honest, that was the only reason why I dont entirely regret in having spent three years doing a Ph.D. is that I managed at the end to escape from my home country as settle at least for a few years in England, where my life has been, for some spell at least, better then it has ever been. And still managed to travel around Europe doing some obscure experiment of rather dubious utility to put on masquerade or an excuse for a holiday. It seemed a nice plan until I didnt really want to travel anymore and really had to go here and there to finish, or try to finish, what I had allegedly started. And when I could stop that spinning around, more than Kylie, or 10 downing street does, was quite to late to enjoy the staying: it is always a matter of timing. However, thing sometimes dont come to end and have been rose to a higher excitonically delocalised state again, generally dominated by exchange interaction. Or lack of exchange interaction, mhmhmhthose transition arent in principle allowed, but mixture of wavefunctions can occur, then thats allowed. Also to keep some sort of consistency, I couldnt have choose any better country that those in which I couldnt understand a world on the local language, i.e. French, in the last couple of months and German next one, if Ill live again I will buy one of those whatever language in three weeks, and by then I hope they would be good enough to ensure one could buy the things he actually wants from the shop or ask things to people on the way, in a language they can understand. I was actually a bit surprised that in Quebec French is greatly dominating over English as the common language being the ignorant that I am however I have seen some whales there, and that was rewarding and met some people from this very list that have been fantastic taking me around in Quebec city and surroundings the English speaking borderline apparently there is only an English enclave, New Carlisle, through which I just went on the bus at something like 2 am or so, hence without no many chances to stop despite the wishes to exchange a few word with someone and some remote sentimental affection, but thats another story. France was guys with gun machine, retina scans and similar stuff in the suburbs of Paris. However at the local bar, quite self-explanatorily called the Christ had a quite fabulous dish, called Chicoute, or something like that, involving any sort of sausage you can think and some more, I didnt had one (even if I would have been in principle allowed) but Im sure it would cure the hangover from hell with ease: gnammy. Back in the town where I live for the week end, I had a phone call at something about seven oclock on a Saturday, asking if Id liked to join some sort of friends birthday party. Actually Ive never really seen this person that frequently, but I remember I helped move her couch into her new flat about one year ago, and should be the reward for the effort. In fact, I quite blessed the call as the idea of spending another week end sheltered in my room, listening to radio 5 and having not much more to do, wasnt quite so appealing. Although Im quite safe in my room, there are plenty of dangerous object in the house. And I have almost explored the place inside out. I suppose that is what lonely people do. However I do not know what people that are not lonely do, because I have essentially never been one, but, I can see is definitely more fun, otherwise everybody would opt for the loneliness options. Of course excluding monks, but they have seen some sort of light, and bless them, can take my place if they wish, but I wont take their. So, generally I feel rather sinister at week ends. Actually I generally dont hate things or person, but I do hate week ends lets say that I dont like them someone once tell me I should learn how to hate people and things, probably she was right, although I still havent learnt. Actually receiving a phone call was in itself an event, so I shouldnt miss the chance and, because of rail replacement work between here and there, I take the bus, which we know if you do it for fun, is sad, but was because of the underground, and thats alright, Im allowed. The party wasnt really a party, actually when I arrived at the place, it was substantially empty, not even the birthday lady there. After all, it looked more or less as being in my room again, just, I had a bit of entertainment from the public transport system. And in this place as in many other they have the bad habit to sell alcohol, they are allowed. So I sat in the corner on a couch, but not the one I helped to move, and have a couple of drinks in magnificent company of myself and my evil twin who start arguing about the fact that the boozes were expensive. In fact they were. Sometimes even the evil one is right. The less scary one was complaining about me smoking too many fags instead, I suppose he is right, but Im allowed. So I decided not to listen to anyone and have sever drinks and several more fags, which meant, I was quite perfectly drunk when they finally arrived, almost three hours later, but theyre allowed and Im allowed as well. Well, the music that was alright. Few hours later, after many more cigarettes and beers and without essentially havent said a single word but the courtesy of hello, how are you doing and fine thanks [if it were true], when leaving the place walking on my way home, somewhere in between Islington and Angel, or about there, I saw this lady, sitting on the pavement, all on her own, broken in tears, next to a bus stop. I just kept walking. Was feeling like going and ask if she were alright. Quite a silly question, she obviously wasnt. was feeling like going there and give the person a big cuddle, but just walked by, as nothing was happening. Jus a few yard away I start thing, why have I done that, and couldnt find an answer, but then it was just to close to my bus stop at 3 am to get all the way back and she might have taken her bus home, or to anywhere, already. Still I dont know why I didnt stop, but I fell like I have become what I despise. Am I allowed? Take care stefano +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: All Souls Day
by Katia913＠aol.com 24 Oct '04

24 Oct '04

Hello my sinister! its getting close to Halloween. Do all of you have your costumes picked out? I sure do, and am mighty excited by it. True, it will be hard to top the success of Pippi Longstocking from last year (those braids are hard to pull off!) but I think that my lovely brunette self dressed as a Freudian Slip will take the cake by narrow margins (and I do adore a yummy cake). I've got a cute creamy slipdress and a picture of freud to pin to my chest. Can you beat it?? Lets have a costume contest! Tell the list what you're being this halloween. Last year was quite a success for me. I happened to have a great time at a party with some fantastic friends at a gay party (which meant good music, good drinks and boys to dance with). I have no plans as of yet. I visited home this weekend from university. My little bitty sister's birthday was this weekend and I took her out to a movie and thai. Saw I heart huckabees. One of those frustrated comedy types, loved it by the end. Went and got some coffee and listened to B&S in the cafe. The coffee man told us stories of regulars and a good time was had by all. Going home is a currious event. I've done it a lot over the past few years, but it never seems the same. its not my room, not my fridge, not even my cat anymore. You can't make phonecalls to friends at three a.m. and cant come waltzing for fear of waking momma. Its just a different thing. Like starting all over and finding your new, revised place within this group of people you sort of know outlandishly well and at other times, you are on the outside of the inside jokes... Challenging. I always feel at home with Sinister. When you write at least... Love and Candy Apples, Kate +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Re: sinister-digest V4 #1197
by Bruno Gomes 22 Oct '04

22 Oct '04

> From: "KMitchell" <kristinssmitchell(a)blueyonder.co.uk> > Robin emailed me and asked me to return to the fold of Sinister chat. I > did, after my initial request, but there was nobody there. As is so often > the case with Sinister chat. What's wrong? maybe the end of the world as we know it? > From: anakin_sky(a)gmx.net > ...is that a thread, because nobody's answering... > anyway, my favourite album of the year is by that amazing band called !!!. i'd rather go for elliott smith's "from a basement on the hill". by the way, did you guys notice that it was 1 year yesterday? :-( > From: "Peter Miller" <pj-miller(a)blueyonder.co.uk> > comics and B&S! struan was featured as the "cartoon of the week" in a music related newspaper here in pt (isobel had that same "honour" some time ago) ttfn ps - sorry for this crappy ramble (?) but i'm going down with a flu and the clock here at the office seems to be stuck :-( +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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