I can either be a miserable old git or be fun, and I like F!U!N!, so I'm
going to post about FUN things today!
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WORLD DOMINATION
So, what fun have I had recently! I kinda have to scrape the barrel a
little bit because I haven't been going out too often. I enjoyed several
fun games of RISK lately with my flatmates, and I think I'm getting pretty
good at it! I even won a game the other night, all I have to say is, George
Bush's pre-emptive striking technique worked a treat in three turns I have
managed World Domination.
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GEEKARAMA
And my geek adventure continues! not only have I bought a new computer and
has been playing with it muchos, I have now NETWORKED the old computer with
the new computer, and now they are NETWORKED, and regularly have cocktail
parties with each other and talk about investments.
And then! I found the best website in the world!! FLASH FLASH
REVOLUTION!!!!
http://www.ffrserver2.com/indexwrap.html
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CARSMILE STEVE
Wants to go bowling, next email will have the DETAILS of the BOWLING EVEN
THAT IS COMING UP SOON! (probably 5th April!)
Watch this space
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Okay you can stop watching now. (until the next post)
Ken
p.s.: Thank fuck for that! etc.
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Gah.
Dear Sinister, READ THE FAQ. Even you, Peter Miller,
Stuart Gardiner and the other much-beloved dinosaurs.
It's amazing how easy it is to forget how things are
meant to work on this list.
I apologise for being snarky in my last post, but I
was not being rude without reason. Sinister is about
looking out for each other, and occasionally that
means pointing people back in the right direction if
they head off the right track. I know it seldom
requires the "nasty cop" routine (see apology above),
but I'm approaching my 6th year on the list, and I
have a fair idea what goes and what doesn't, even if
the latter is sometimes me.
What certainly doesn't is insulting someone by
arbitrarily comparing them to a group of people they
have nothing in common with and have never met.
Joanne, I'd sort out that chip on your shoulder, it's
unbecoming and it's dripping grease down your front.
I notice on my Yahoo account that there is the
opportunity to send money with this email. If I did
so, would you have to share it amongst yourselves or
would all 1,400 of you reap a separate windfall?
In other news, I'm back in the USA. I like it here.
Denver's glorious spring sunshine has already turned
my pate a shade of uncommon pink, and the
somehow-much-better-than-in-the-UK Dr Pepper is
regulatin' muh bowels splendidly, especially when
augmented with vanilla.
I have watched my first ever game of lacrosse, too,
cheering as the victorious Denver University Pioneers
crushed the hapless Bisons (I didn't get where they
were from) 11-8. Go Pioneers! I am even contemplating
getting a DU hooded top. Is that so wrong?
I also met some old-skool sinisterines in New York
City on my way. They rock, a lot, and I owe two of
them in particular a big thank you. And I've now seen
snow in NY. A major desire in my yank-culture list of
must-dos can now be crossed off.
Standing at Somerville, NJ train station the other day
I saw a pool of vomit. As everyone knows, vomit must
obligatorily contain pieces of carrot, regardless of
the diet of the vomitor. Not this puddle. Framed
attractively in the centra was AN ENTIRE, LARGE
CARROT. It's a crazy, crazy world.
DV, how was the better, more nicer and fun B&S list
meet-up? I hope there'll be a full report.
Signing off, your man in CO,
Mark xxxxx
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Hello Sinister,
All this gig and festival talk lately is really
starting to depress me. I currently don't have a penny
to my name and i'm trying to find my happy place any
time the B&S/Delgados gig is mentioned. Not only that
but glastonbury is fast approaching and the line up
for that Barcelona festival is looking startingly good
AND Ladytron are playing in town in a few weeks time.
Ah well I think thats plenty moaning for one e-mail,
i'll find someway to be there. One plus point of being
skint though is my rediscovery of something that I had
taken for granted for too long; daytime TV. To think
that I disregarded even occasionally mocked what is
now such a dear and close friend. Richard Whiteley,
Richard and Judy and Dick Van Dyke I would like to
thank you all for the joy and laughter you have
provided for me in these past few weeks.
I sometimes wish it was ok to be really rude. Example:
I was in a bar the other day and passed by this guy
who I just caught saying to his mate ".....but by the
time we returned the boat had already burned to the
ground." I really, really wanted to blatently listen
to his conversation but after a moments hesitation my
good conciense managed to drag me over to where i was
originally going. Ever since i've been wishing I heard
more. Next time i hear something interesting i'm going
to fight common decency and listen in, maybe even add
to the conversation.
Goodbye
Matt
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Last night I was awoken by a terrible din outside my kitchen window. I
at first assumed it was the small noisy baby who seems to be in some way
related to my downstairs neighbour, out for a moonlight crawl in the
garden. But unless it had grown wings and was vigorously beating them
against the wall (and I wouldn't put it past it) this was something
else. My next thought was 'bloody Ian', naturally. And it was, in a
way. I opened the window and immediately a small nun flew in and
collapsed on top of the toaster. At least, I thought it was a small
nun, but on closer inspection it turned out to be a parrot in a nun's
costume. Before I could say anything about this frankly peculiar
get-up, let alone the late hour, the bird unleashed a stream of
invective:
"I've been out in this sodding garden for a week and a half now you
dense muppet! I came here deliberately to see you, despite all the
incredibly nasty things Ian said about you! And you've been pottering
around in a bloody world of your own, washing up and making toast and
stuff while I'm dancing on your windowsill in a freaking nun's habit,
trying to get your attention! Why do I fucking bother, eh? Now make me
some caviar and crackers and hurry up about it, halfwit."
So I did.
And then, still at the top of its rather ugly voice, the parrot
declaimed:
The High Achievers
Educated in the Humanities,
they headed for the City, their beliefs
implicit in the eyes and arteries
of each, and their sincerity displayed
in notes, in smiles, in sheaves
of decimal etcetera. Made,
they counted themselves free. Those were the hours
of self-belief, and the slow accolade
of pieces clattering into a well.
And then the shrug of powers,
and the millions glutted where they fell
toadstooling into culture. Who knows when
they made their killings during that hot spell:
flies or policemen? An infinity
of animals began
to thrive especially, as when the dull sea,
sick with its fish, was turning them to men.
Glyn Maxwell
After that, the parrot and I had a cup of cocoa and went to bed, feeling
a lot more comradely. In the morning I went out for more caviar and
made scrambled eggs, then I put on some Go Betweens CDs**. But I didn't
want him to get TOO cosy, so I gave him a rather rough bath (meanwhile
burning the moldering nun's habit) and some cold tea with flies in it,
by which time he was quite ready to be despatched across the atlantic
to...
... MandeeMay our favourite quiet American, who may render even the
Poetry Parrot speechless with her own talents.
love Archel xxx
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I wonder if Carsmile bet on Rhinestone Cowboy yesterday..
My money for the Queen Mother Champion Chase is on Flagship Uberalles,
because when I saw it in the paper I thought it was called Flagship
UMBRELLAS. He he!
Now you can't get better advice than THAT.
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Ello babies
Blimey is it that time of year again? The cheltenham festival is upon us
once a year, and unlike all those unsavoury music/book/theatre festivals
this one gives you a chance to win POTS OF MONEY as it is a festival of
HORSE RACING. Also it gives you a chance to lose pots of money, but there
you go...
In previous years I have (following andrew tracey's lead
http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199903/msg00281.html) picked
horses with appropriate sinister-related names and recommended them to the
list, generally to NO USE at all. Then yesterday I picked FOUR WINNERS and
a second in the first five races, so I have decided not to recommend any
horses this year as this was clearly putting some sort of voodoo on me
betting (NB I was doing a placepot so as my pick in the sixth race was a
real actual three-legged donkey picking the first four winners effectively
came to nought).
And if it's cheltenham, then it must be almost time to book GLASTO tickets.
We have had sini-meetups at the last two festivals (well last year was a
meeting of the tribes really as it featured sinis, bowlies, ilx0rs, and
various random others), and look there's even a little sub-list to join and
everything:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/siniglasto/
And if it's almost time to book glasto tickets then it must be almost almost
picnic season, yay!!
Also, blimey, kieran used paragraphs ;)
Where are my glasgow tickets? Everyone else seems to have theirs and I
booked mine on the first day and everything...
Like robin I am also intending to get over to embra at some point in my trip
up north, but still working out details.
Last night I went to see THE CHALETS who are GREBT and RAWK and everything.
Did I dream someone asking if they have an album out and if not, was it
here, or in another place? THE CHALETS, of course, feature an
ex-sinisterine (Ms Paula Cullen BOOZE EXPLOSION), but this isn't the sole
reason for their smashingness, and I think I agree with DV about them
becoming rockier, but this not being a bad thing.
Also also blimey! Old skool lurkers ahoy, eg, KADO, PEET, MAY, MIKKELSEN,
NOH etc etc
See you soon kids
xoxo
CarsmileSteve
PS surely it's also time for some more sinister bowling action?
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On the way up to my room after dinner yesterday, just getting out of the
lift, I perceived from outside the door to the main corridor that someone
was playing music at an unnecessarily loud volume. Not big news really, and
in the short space between the lift doors and the corridor all I discerned
of said music was a loping beat and a similarly undulating bassline. On
autopilot, my thought pattern immediately switched to distaste ‘What rubbish
have they got on now?Â’ I thunk, or words to that effect. On opening the door
I was able to properly hear the track, the woozy synth line that I could now
hear over the top of the aforementioned components made the whole thing
naggingly familiar – this, however didn’t alter my judgement on the tune one
jot, after all, theyÂ’re often blasting out things IÂ’ve heard before. It
wasnÂ’t until IÂ’d gotten all the way down the corridor, found my keys, opened
my door and sat down inside my room that I recognised the song. It was in
fact ‘Aquarius’ by popular beat-combo Boards of Canada (it’s the song with
the counting sample and the guy saying “orange!” over and over), a group
which I would purport to be a fan of – not a huge fan, but I do like the
album on which that song appears a fair bit, in fact IÂ’d been listening to
it just a couple of days previously. Incidentally at this juncture itÂ’s
worth pointing out (not in a show-offy way, but if youÂ’re impressed then
feel free to be, I donÂ’t mind) that I recognised the Boards of Canada track
which they flogged to Mercedes (I think) on that advert almost straight
away, ditto when theyÂ’ve been the background music on various BBC trailers
for shows IÂ’ve been able to spot them behind whatever dialogue is going on
over the top – so why then was I unable to spot possibly their best known
tune for a good minute and a half while it was playing at top volume just
outside where I live? ItÂ’s a tricky one, and reconstructing the situation
without making me look bad is yet more tricky. See, it sort of goes like
this – I get out of the lift and hear music, music that loud equals
irritation, I become vaguely irritated. ThatÂ’s the easy part. The more
problematic part is my judgement of what I hear and my immediate dismissal
of it – it’s music being played by people I don’t like therefore I don’t
like it. That sort of thinking, which is the sort I automatically employed
is awful, terrible stuff, and the roots of all sorts of unsavoury
consequences if followed through to its logical conclusion. That knee-jerk
reaction was the one that clouded my judgement and rendered me unable to
recognise a song that I like a lot, is very familiar to me, and which IÂ’d
played myself just a few days previously, and itÂ’s quite a disturbing
thought that my perception can be that easily changed. And not just that,
but the idea that IÂ’m still making aesthetic or even moral judgements about
these people worries me too – what business is it of mine that they like a
piece of music that I also like – ok they play a great deal of stuff that
irks me, but IÂ’m sure I play a lot of stuff that irks them also. Quite what
they think of my petty retaliations at their Doors marathons or repeat plays
of MC Hammer by turning up Fushitsusha or whatever just that bit too loud I
really couldnÂ’t say. The point is surely that my take on all this is
outwardly ‘Their tastes are nothing to with me, so as long as they don’t
impinge upon my freedom or privacy with them or try to force them on me then
I have no right to complainÂ’ so I can take issue with how loud they were
playing Boards of Canada, but the fact that I passed judgement, and passed
it so quickly is in direct contrast to the above and indeed to my own
tastes. IÂ’ll have to be more careful in future, but itÂ’s an important lesson
anyway.
That aside, today was most pleasant – one of the things I really like about
Sheffield is that because I donÂ’t know it all that well, or I only know a
tiny bit of it well, there are still huge swathes of ground that IÂ’m
unfamiliar with, itÂ’s so nice to be able to just wander without any
particular destination in mind in a new place. And round here there are so
many little avenues and side roads that you can quite quickly find yourself
in a place that doesnÂ’t have to be Sheffield anymore, that could be anywhere
at all. That sense of escapism is important. Of course itÂ’s nice too to be
grounded, and to know exactly where every next turn is leading, to be able
to go either way at a junction and still be able to get home in time for
tea. ThatÂ’s the kind of comfort I have at home I suppose. But that isnÂ’t to
say that discovering new things isnÂ’t possible on familiar ground, far from
it, thereÂ’s always a new level of detail to be uncovered, or a new
perspective youÂ’ve not thought about yet. When I went home for Christmas for
example, riding about a bit on the number 97 bus, which I used to get
usually twice every day when I went to school, I was shocked at how little
had actually stuck in my memory – I think by last year I sort of assumed
that so much had I seen those same landmarks and rows of houses and shops
and stuff that my eye was fixed on looking for marginalia, details, or else
for novelty from people on the street outside or on the bus. I hadnÂ’t really
been seeing the bigger picture, as it were. But after four months of absence
those places that I expected to seem drearily familiar actually seemed
comforting, and interesting again, as though I had forgotten what attracted
me to them in the first place, so eager had I been to look past that. Wood
for the trees I guess.
Well I talked about Plone the other day, annoyingly I have left their record
at home and thus canÂ’t listen to them at all, but more importantly I went on
about headphones and listening on the bus to them. And I was thinking about
this a bit, and I suppose itÂ’s a sort of post-Cageian idea, but IÂ’ve really
gone off the idea of wearing a walkman anywhere, for fear of missing
something. ItÂ’s great fun walking around with something like Merzbow on your
headphones (I did this a couple of times through Birmingham City Centre),
where everything sort of turns into this big deflating miasma, the bob of
heads becomes shreds of sculpted noise – everything is sound. But lately I
wonder if this is the right way to look at things, itÂ’s a bit like those
awful jokes about lonely hearts columns (the ones that say stuff like
“’Cuddly’ = Obese”) when the real columns themselves are much funnier and
more interesting, why have noise music as the soundtrack to your catastrophe
when the real sounds are potentially more unpredictable and more musical,
and less musical and more interesting and less interesting than any record
all at the same time if youÂ’re listening hard enough. I mean, Walkman
(Walkmen?) are fine and all, and I suppose nothing else can really
approximate that completely private and internal listening experience and,
as I say, they can alter your perception of your surroundings in novel ways
but it kind of irritates me when I see people with headphones on all the
time. What happens if our private soundtracks become the norm? It worries
me.
Fantastic news for you though – If you know Sheffield at all you’ll probably
have been past the University Arts Tower, which is a beautifully put
together building I think, very stark. Anyway just as you walk up towards
it, as I did today, on the right in the distance is a big hill, which isnÂ’t
all that unusual for the Peak District, but what has often puzzled me about
this distant rise are the long white channels that run down itÂ’s length at
skewed angles, marking a strange, artificial contrast against the green and
dark background of the rest of the hill. For a time I thought it might be
some sort of building site, that was my assumption when I first saw it in
September, that the big furrows were sand or something, part of a
construction, but that didn’t really follow – what on earth would they be
building so far out and so high up? Months passed and nothing seemed to be
changing out there, no matter how hard I strained my eyes to look, so my
original guess just couldnÂ’t be correct. The winter months grew mistier and
the nights drew in and my squiffy timetable meant that I was around the Arts
Tower mostly when the distant peak was shrouded in fog or darkness, so much
to my frustration I didnÂ’t really have much opportunity to discern quite
what that puzzling landmark could be. Perhaps if you saw it youÂ’d get it
straight away, and youÂ’ll probably wince when I finally reveal what it is,
but for a while it took on mythic status for me, the building idea, the best
one I’d had up to that point kept returning with niggling regularity – I
considered taking a bus out there, trying to find it on maps, but to no
avail. I remember walking up there once and asking whoever it was I was with
at the time, I forget who it was now, but I remember the non-committal shrug
they gave, and the clipped, uninterested “Dunno…” – how could they just not
care? How exasperating. The Christmas holidays loomed and I was no closer to
discovering the truth, could it be some sort of message encoded into the
very landscape? But a message to whom? And saying what? Disappointed, I left
for home where the various distractions of the festive season and family and
new years put the mysterious white channels in the hillside to the back of
my mind. Returning in late January the conundrum once again presented itself
to me – it just couldn’t be a building site, unless an abandoned one, the
spark of my intrigue burst aflame once more, with yet more fervour even than
I had mustered prior to Christmas I devoted time and energy to pursuing the
truth. For whole minutes I would stand and stare at the hillside, poring
over each detail. I was sure on clearer days that I could see movement in
the channels, little languorous black blips steadily descending – people?
Machines? I just couldnÂ’t work it out. I consulted maps, but they were no
help, I couldnÂ’t properly place the location and every feature seemed
nothing like what I could see. One day in February I determined to go out
there, or at least get a better vantage point so that I could properly make
out the strange markings, off I strode through unfamiliar territory, but I
was soon lost and a sudden explosion of heavy rain forced me into retreat.
Back in my room and soaked to the skin I dejectedly gave up my quest – that
old Pynchonian They did not want me to find out, it was something important,
critically important, but I couldnÂ’t, just didnÂ’t have the power to find
out. ThatÂ’s why I couldnÂ’t find it on any maps, my friendÂ’s disinterested
shrug wasn’t that, but fear – he must’ve known. These things are often
intuition. I resigned myself to ignorance, tried to avert my eyes when
approaching the Arts Tower, tried to put it to the back of my mind. And I
met with some success, though I couldnÂ’t resist the occasional glance I
managed to let other things occupy my mind, sometimes even traversing that
road with nary a thought to my mysterious hill. I was doing well. And then
today, lovely and fresh and clear as it was this morning I was walking up to
the library, which is just next door to the Arts Tower and I couldnÂ’t tear
my eyes away, this was the best view IÂ’d had of it for ages and as I slowly
moved along, the pale sun glinting off the still damp tarmac and car
windscreens, rows of people pushing past me in both directions, the murmer
of conversation, the shrill wind and everything all dissipated as three
small words entered my head, three words that held more satisfaction to me
than whole volumes, whole libraries of carefully worked metaphor and silken
phrase, rang sweeter and truer than whole vistas of melody I had worked out
what the strange hill was, had discovered its well-kept secret. In three
small words was captured the very kernel of all earthly gratification. And
do you know what those three words are? IÂ’ll tell you: Dry. Slope. Skiing.
Whisper them.
Oh and on the way downstairs to post this out of the window I saw the last
glimpse of a rainbow disappear into the sky.
- Kieran
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Hi hi
It's been ages since I haven't posted to the list. And i've been subscribed
since.....autumn of 1998....oh time.....
Well, for those of you who don't know me, i'm just a boy, a tall freak aged 24 (from
Barcelona who will not repeat some of the illustrated nonsense that I once posted to this
list. I run a B&S mailing list (since autumn 2000....oh time....) that may cause some
headaches for those of you who like the quiet and peaceful tone of sinister, as we have
tons of messages about lots of different topics. If you fancy practicing your spanish,
come and have a look . If you're subscribed to yahoogroups, that's it.
http://es.groups.yahoo.com/group/segundosdeluz/
I was referred on that list some weeks ago by the lovely miss Elenita 99, who I will have
the pleasure of meeting again (after more than 2 years....oh time) at the primavera sound
festival . For those of you who want to know more about the festival, let me give you the
confirmed line up. If you find some names (like Tokyo Sex Destruction) on this list, that
is probably because they belong to spanish bands.
The confirmed line-up:
2 many DJ´s
Adam Beyer
Adam Green
Arab Strap
Audience
Baxter Dury
Beef
Belle & Sebastian
Console
Definitive Jux Live featuring EL-P, Mr.Lif & RJD2
DMX Krew
Ellen Allien
Erol Alkan
The Folk Implosion
The Future Bible Heroes
The Go-Betweens
Gold Chains
Grupo Salvaje
I am Kloot
Ikara Colt
John Parish
Julian Cope
L'Altra
Le Hammond Inferno
Märtini Brös
Mary Gauthier
Michael Mayer
Migala
Mogwai
The Montgolfier Brothers
Nacho Vegas
Roni Size & MC Dynamite
DJ Rupture
Scratch Perverts
Soledad Brothers
Sonic Youth
Standstill
The Streets
Super Collider
Teenage Fanclub
Television
Thalia Zedek
Tocotronic
Tokyo Sex Destruction
Umek
The White Stripes
Yo la Tengo
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The festival takes place in Barcelona on the weekend of may 23/24. B&S are playing on the
23. Tickets cost 62 euros, and their website is www.primaverasound.com They claim to have
25 more bands yet to announce.
For those of you who want to get more info or a place to stay (only for girls, that's it
:P) e-mail me privately. Or if you want to join me on the search for mr.Peter Miller.
Anyway, i'm leaving.
Cheers
Jordi
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Hi Sinister!
...she wears denim wherever she goes...
I'm wearing denim now, and I was wearing denim last night when I went to see
Teenage Fanclub. My first time seeing them and oh, it was magical! I'm
sorry, I know this isn't a Teenage Fanclub list but oh, they were great. I
never knew four middle-aged Scottish men could be so captivating, and of
course sing the best harmonies ever. Hearing 'Sparky's Dream' played live
has once again made my life complete. Oh, the taxi driver on the way home
thought I was 22, very weird.
...says she's gonna get some records by the Status Quo...
OK, well that's not the case, but I nearly bought a Beach Boys greatest hits
on vinyl for $2 today. I bought Camera Obscura a couple of weeks off
Sinister recommendations and I love it to bits. So I'm probably right behind
the times on this but the strings on 'Eighties Fan' are so B&S to me. So
very pretty!
I am going to have to end up buying the Polyphonic Spree record soon, too,
because I just found out that they are playing Roskilde this year wahoo! In
three and a half months I'll be jaunting around Denmark and Sweden and
London, no doubt causing havoc and whatnot and blowing whatever small amount
of money I have. It'll be the best time, though and I can't wait.
I am watching The Office. David Brent is so infuriating!
xox Alex
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hi everyone. i am coming off of one mutha of a crazy
weekend. i jetted off to dublin at the invitation of
gavin friday. we stopped by the brazen head to share
a pint with some friends of his. then daniel lanois
approached me and asked that i co-produce the new U2
album with he and Brian Eno.
ok, that so did not happen. actually i went out for
stuffed french toast with my friend katie. then i
stayed round the house rolling around on my tummy ball
and watching movies. i watched, in no particular
order
>From a Whisper to a Scream: The History of Irish Music
An Affair to Remember (which always makes me bawl my
eyes out)
Never Been Kissed ( I love this movie)
Pygmalion
Written in the Wind
Sleepless in Seattle
Tom and Jerry: The best cat and mouse moments
Office Space (I believe you have my stapler) If you
haven't seen this movie, GO NOW!!!! you can find it at
most video shoppes to rent or you can buy it for about
$15.
Cabaret
The Secret Garden
Jaysus, what a pathetic weekend. In my defense, I was
sick. I didn't even go to my Amnesty International
meeting last night. :o(
I also came to a conclusion this weekend. I spent a
lot of time in my head, milling around thoughts and
trying to reach some sort of conclusion about the
direction my life is headed in. I *think* i have
decided that, in order to get out of all of my medical
financial woes, i must declare bankruptcy. for the
past 9 months i have been trying to get my medical
bill paid down, trying to get caught up/ahead on the
credit card bills that fell behind due to buying meds
and the like. i have gotten nowhere. i send all of
this money out each month, and find myself in more
trouble than i was in before. it's funny how things
happen. this time last year, i had immaculate credit.
not a single blemish. if someone would have come up
to me and said "by march of next year, you will be
totally destitute and will have crushed your entire
financial being" i would have laughed directly in
their face and said "no way hose b! i am really
responsible, really careful. that would NEVER happen
to me!" i suppose its one of those never say never
things. i am sort of relieved about this though. i
mean, a couple of years from now, my credit will be
perfect again. i can buy a house. go to ireland and
england. plus, the absent the weight of financial
stress, i'll probably feel better physically.
whatever i need to tell myself. i still feel like an
absolute failure. i mean, i am more than reasonably
intelligent. i was in mensa for christ sake. at
least i can take pride in knowing that i am really
good at fucking my life up.
anyway. enough of that. time to go and put the
little 'un down for a nap.
hi to eoin, whose name i can pronounce correctly thank
you very much. and to sean :o)
....no one ever said the luck o' the irish was good...
~stine
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