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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. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: the 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. 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: 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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Sinister: I feel the need. The need for REPORTING BACK!!
by robster 11 Apr '03

11 Apr '03

On Saturday morning, the sun rose above the dull grey rooftops of Finsbury Park. With neither clouds nor smog to restrict its power, it shone mightily upon the house where Sinister folk were having breakfast. It shone, in the afternoon, upon Finsbury Park tube station where Sinister folk old and new were meeting up, nervously introducing themselves, saying 'hi!' and 'she used to be my boss!'. It shone enticingly upon Rowans bowling centre which the Sinister folk had made their destination. The sun wasn't shining inside Rowans, which begs the question: 'What the hens were you doing there, then?' The answer was, of course, DRINKING! Sorry, BOWLING! During the first game, I was enjoying my best form ever. I got a double strike! I did! Sadly, my bourgeoning skeelz weren't enough to beat the mighty Kaiser who had complete mastery over his balls. By game two, my mind was completely in the gutter. My skeelz deserted me and I was left in awe of Eric B's triple strike. Out of spite, I called him a turkey. We've done that joke. Afterwards, we headed to the cosy carbon-copy evirons of the World's End for scran and MORE BOUZE. While people bravely attempted to break Sinister drinking records, an exciting leather-clad girl band serenaded us with cover versions of Ticket to Ride. We joined in - we were GRATE! The following morning, the sun didn't shine. Bastard. Undaunted, we made a courageous attempt to picnic on the summit of Primrose Hill where The View's So Nice. Fairy cakes and cheese scones (courtesy of the baking skeelz of Liz and the decorating skeelz or Archel) were eaten for survival as the elements took their toll on our frail indie bodies. A football match between Sinister and TheOtherB&SInternetHobby took place as well. I don't know what happened there because football is RUBBIDGE - although I understand TheOtherB&SInternetHobby were rightfully and soundly beaten. With sticks. Afterwards, we didn't go to the Spread Eagle. This was an excellent decision that should be included in the manual for all future picnics. Too soon, though, time was called on my weekend in London. Another tube journey and a goodbye to the Girlfriend at Waterloo followed. Bah. With the sun setting, the skanky old train wound its way back to Portsmouth. I thought about taking another skanky old train in the opposite direction on Friday. Smiled. Robster __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: we still dance on whirling stages
by Christine Irene 10 Apr '03

10 Apr '03

greetings and salutations from the dark side of the moon. i hope that this finds all of you well. :o) the sun shines brightly in chicagoish today and i am trying to work up the courage to call this girl who posted an advert looking for a roommate. i don't know why things like this frighten me so. weird. i am also somewhat trepedatious about moving into a place with a stranger. unfortunately it is my only option right now. i just don't think i can handle living on my own, financially. on top of that, i am so scared of everything....much as i may like to live alone, i think i would be nervous all of the time. i mean, if someone breaks in and kills you when you have a flat mate, at least they can find you relatively quickly. if you live alone you become one of those urban legends in which your body wasn't discovered for months and, when found, wild dogs had eaten your skin and saved your organs for maggots. or something. maybe not. it was nice to hear from rachel fruitloop today. i have never communicated with her (you) offlist, but always loved reading her posts. i hvae been on this list for....6 or 7 years now...a long time. i miss all of the old posters :o) how is stacey dahling doing, anyone know? has anyone heard from elise or jim? i had her email addy in my old @home addy book....then @home went out of business with no warning and i lost everything. speaking of losing everything. i had to initialize my hard drive...again! a few weeks ago i crashed my computer and had to initialise it. i did so weeping. the thought of losing my 5000 mp3's (including much of my own music) and all of my beloved bookmark's broke my heart. so i was just re-finding some old favourite web sites, re-downloading songs, etc. a problem that i am continuing to have with the compatibility of my OS 9 burner and my OS X system, was leaving me slightly more than frustrated. i have a really expensive burner that has been useless to me for months! anyway, i was on the phone with apple 6 times on tuesday. the last guy i spoke to helped me find a hardware glitch that was causing all of these bizarre messages i was getting. the only way to try to fix it was to do one mutha of an initialisation. i had to set it up to programme all of the 1's back to 0's. everything gone....again. yesterday i re-installed OS 9 and then OS X....things seem to be okay now...that means I don't have to buy a new hard drive. yay! at the risk of making a really lengthy post, i shall share one last thing, and then be on my way. i really envy the sinisters in the UK. there are many of you and you always seem to have activities going on. i think there are, like, 4 people in chicago on the list...that i know of anyway. i feel that we mid-westerners need to make our picnic presence known. there was a picnic a couple of years ago...and a couple of gatherings when B&S were here last year....but nothing apart from that. we should change that. granted, we don't have ken chu, but i'm sure we could muster up a good time. hmm. ah well. i shall away now. dunno what is on the docket for today....i need to think of something intellectually stimulating for the girlies to do today. the divine miss em, aged 5, was so excited. we have been doing these science projects of late and today she brought the crystals she grew, to school to show her teachers and classmates. tre cool. love and physics ~stine __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - File online, calculators, forms, and more http://tax.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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