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Sinister: Letter from the Core of the Sun
by shannon eckardt 18 Aug '02

18 Aug '02

Dear Sinisterines! Its been so long! I feel like the lost sheep returning to its fold! RED KNICKER DAY EXTRAVAGANZA Just to let you know: I, for one, will be participating in Red Knicker Day. Although, I will be the only one to do so in Arizona, where pants are practically outlawed between the months of May and September. I am suitably insane enough, however, to a) tread the thin line between heatstroke and hypothermia, and b) be the only participant in my region. Phoenix is the sort of place where individuality is glaringly obvious, and gawked at. Which satisfies my insatiable need to shock, and makes the idea of being the sole Red Knicker bearer in the Valley quite appealing. Of course, if it were up to me, Id make it a national holiday. Not enough holidays in this country, really. I mean, we dont even have a Bank Holiday, or anything like Boxing Day. I find myself buying international calendars and privately celebrating Ascension Day. Its a lonely job. OBSESSIONS So. Have you ever found yourself obsessing on, sayerm.okay, a person who is quite different from you? Lets just call him, um, mormon-boy. Opposites attract, right? Okay, so unfortunately I cant control who Im attracted to. That would be nice. In Shannons world its a distinct possibility, and a perk. But were not in Shannons world. (also, in said world, feather boas and sequins would be added to Red Knicker Day, as an augmentation). So..moving on..this boy (groan) doesnt swear, and doesnt smoke. Ugh! Hes a *nice* boy. He hasnt expressed any immediate displeasure at the fact that I do both, in profusion. Not only am I a chain *smoker*, Im a chain *swearer*, as well, Ive discovered. Im quite smutty, actually. From time to time. But earlier this week I caught a dim glimpse of a swearless, smokeless future, and it was dismal, let me tell you. So, I called off the wedding in my head and moved back toward reality. I think it was a good move. I said, Fuck this! Ha! it was a liberating statement, to be sure. It is only natural to swear. When its 115 outside, naughty words come to mind easiest, when youre moved to speak. But, in the true spirit of obsession, for one evening of friendly billiards rivalry, I conducted an experiment - tenuously, but with determination. I decided to replace all the nasty words (that, lets face it, fairly itch to come out when youre doggedly playing pool) with the word, crumb. For example, when you choke on the eight ball for the second time leaving your opponent with a perfectly aligned shot for the side pocket, you would say, Oh, crumb! instead of Oh, m**herf**cker! You might imagine how well this worked out. In short, it didnt. But I did discover what a dirty mouth I have. And since I almost immediately rescinded my sincere efforts to clean up, and be a good little girl, I have gone to the opposite end of the spectrum, and decided to be as creative as possible with my colorful language. I wont repeat my creations. But they were good, if I do say so myself. DEIFICATION (not to be confused with defecation; there is a distinct difference, after all) Theres another boy (of course), and he truly is the saviour. He works at a record store, as is appropriate for a contemporary saviour. He just burned me a copy of his own Badly Drawn Boys How Did I Get Here? which is quite an expensive CD round these parts, and damn-near impossible to find. AND..he burned me a copy of a B&S boot..er. Well, lets just say, not many folks have this one. (If youd like to hear it yourself, send me an email off-list.) Oooo, hes a doll! Something about that jet-black hair and wavy green tattoos Well. (cough). Anyway. You can see why Im moved to the idea of deification. I figure Ill declare a day of celebration, much like the previously proposed, Celebrate Your Gods! Day, except it will be just for the Record Store Saviour. Ill commission marble busts out of blue-veined Carrara marble and affix a diadem on his forehead, just like Caesar! I *did* mention I was given to excess, didnt I? Right. Well, maybe Ive gone too far, this time. But sometimes I think Im a genius ;-) SPEAKING OF GENIUS.. I had this brilliant idea, at about lunch time. See, I sit in my car sometimes at lunch, after my Red Bull run, to smoke and listen to music, and generally avoid the madding crowds. So, Im sitting in my Beetle (her name is Gita; I was sure you wanted to know that) listening to Wandering Alone, reveling in the smooth magic of Stevies voice, laughing like an escaped lunatic, and it occurred to me, that Gita would look *fine* with a small disco ball hanging from her ceiling. The gentleman who happened to be sitting next to me (hes another post altogether) assured me that he could arrange the electrical wiring so that it would sparkle, and that the natural movement of air in the car would make it spin, charmingly. It was a moment of temporary insanity. Suddenly I had visions of glow in the dark stickers littering the plush interior, and a fondue pot sizzling in the trunk, to be shared with friendly strangers at the drop of a hat. For the sake of convenience, my glove compartment would house neatly arranged condiments, and aesthetically arranged napkins. I have my moments. I dont think this was one of them. MAKE IT THIS FAR, DID YOU? Oh, so many clever posts to comment on. I think I wont. I think Ill summarize: Ive enjoyed the sudden resurgence of Ink Polaroids. Theyre quite vivid. And the gratitude round here is astounding. HONEY, love, you are revered! Ken Chus delicious wit is never amiss. And Gordon, I love your verbose soul! Never a dull moment in my Inbox, I tell you! Asm, you are *truly* my hero - your CD revival package is posted and somewhere over Nova Scotia, RIGHT NOW! Im off! To bed! Its late - or early. This is what I get for drinking too many Red Bulls. Sini-Love to All! S. p.s. Fifteen minutes? Pah! Ive spent hours crafting this. _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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. 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Sinister: "I thought you were dead!"
by Lawrence Mikkelsen 17 Aug '02

17 Aug '02

It occurs to me that it has been almost nine months since I last posted, which is a far cry from my one a week postings of 2000/2001. Sorry ... I am waaaay out of the Sinist*r loop. So ... prepare yourself for "Lawrence ... the wilderness years". I think the last time I posted, I'd just got back from my honeymoon in Hawaii. Which was lovely thank you. Thus far married life is good, although a little weird getting used to at first. I never really realised how cranky and stubborn I was, until I began living with someone equally cranky and stubborn. So then it was just work, and stuff ....... The most interesting thing which has happened is that I am now the company director of an indie record label! For the last year or so, me and two other guys have been talking about setting up an indie in the spirit of early Flying Nun, Elephant 6 and Postcard Records. So may I present ... "Lil' Chief Records" http://www.lilchiefrecords.com No releases as yet, but the debut album by The Brunettes, "Holding Hands, Feeding Ducks" should be out pretty soon. <shameless plug> Plus we'll have a PayPal shopping cart if anyone overseas is interested in buying copies of the rather fine album. </shameless plug> I'm the non-musical guy of the trio, the other two being Jonathan Brunette and Scott Mannion, who is also a Sinist*r listee. Don't know if there are any hardcore Peel devotees, but John Peel played a Brunettes sing some months ago on his show, shortly after coming home from New Zealand ... Speaking of which, I'm kinda amused with people mentioning The Datsuns and The D4 in recent posts. I really don't see the appeal, and can think of about half a dozen New Zealand bands who are so much better than either of those two, that would kill for that sort of exposure. (sigh). The Datsuns were the sort of local band who would usually put me off going to a live show here, because I'd know it would be full of greasy-haired guys with black jeans. Since I last posted, of course, Belle & Sebastian released an album. I reall y love it, and listen to it almost every day. But it took some getting used to, and part of me just wishes they'd taken the best songs from the last two EPs, paired them up with the "songs" from "Storytelling" and released a proper album. A few weeks ago I played "Fuck This Shit" at my church, and no one was any the wiser. I was sad about Jeepster ... I wonder how much longer Jeepster will go on for now ... but think Rough Trade will be a nice new home for B&S. I'm also hoping Jeepster will cash in on the bands' departure by released some sort of radio sessions album. Which reminds me, Niko .....would *love* those new Peel Sessions on CD! The other vaguely Sinist*r related thing was that listee Niko stayed with me and missus for a few days some months ago. it was lovely to meet another real live listee, and show him the sights of my rather boring city. Speaking of boring ... I should go. I really just wanted to say "hi" and "I'm still here", but wanted to disguise it in the form of something people might like to read. Take care everyone .... Lawrence xxx PS - another shameless plug .... I've just started an Orange Juice mailing list, for anyone interested in 80's Scottish pop. It only has a handful of members right now, but I'd love a few more, if there are any fans of Orange Juice, Edwyn Collins, Associates, Josef K etc. It's here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rip_it_up/ Or you can send a blank email message to: rip_it_up-subscribe(a)yahoogroups.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: what's your middle name? I haven't got one!
by Sarah Garrett Sonner 17 Aug '02

17 Aug '02

(IF ON A SUMMER'S DAY A TRAVELER) Petals, What's your name? Who's your daddy? It's the time of the season for hauling my stuff thousands of miles away to move to a new place, as some of y'all are also doing. My road trip west (from Maryland to Colorado) begins this very day, and I'm fucking scared to drive so far, so I thought I'd take a second of it to think about the things that we have done these past years. Ah, listalgia has been upon me like ink on a polaroid. Ooh, here's one... THE BEST THING EVER Here we are on my last evening in London, on top of Primrose Hill, where the heat of the day has gone and the light is rapidly fading. A fierce playoff of portable, battery-operated air hockey is being fought between Greg and Ken, punctuated by their ladylike noises of distress. Liz (she's multilingual, you know) has just said "more tea, vicar?" and proferred beverages in the classiest of all plastic glasses. Marianna and Stevie and recently deported David are lounging on the grass, talking of sandwiches and songs that stick in their heads and other pleasant things, while I am scanning the skyline and counting all the London monuments I neglected to see in the past year, resolving I'll come back to find them all somehow. This picture is underexposed... THE COLOR OF RED A little while ago Paul wondered: "Also, if its red knicker day soon, is there going to be else to be on the 5th birthday?" And I respond: red shoes! They are the answer for many things: gloomy moods, fashion dilemmas...general lack of, er, redness... Really though, they're the perfect accessory. (Miss Longmire, can I get an amen!) And if they match nothing else, they'll match your pants. It's the way I plan to honor this list's grand oh five and my own grand oh three in this parish. Hmm, that means my time with this list has lasted longer than most other quantifiable things (terms of residence, schools attended, significant others, pairs of shoes) in my life to date...really it is like a romantic thing in that maybe people post goodbyes to grasp at a sense of closure--to get the last word or something. But haven't we all learned by now that CLOSURE DOES NOT EXIST...eh, right? WITH A SHOWER OF YEAHS AND WHATEVERS I've been spending afternoons listening to old tapes--homemade ones, not proper bought tapes. I've been rediscovering such puzzling gems as the one where I copied the self-titled Velvet Underground on one side and Cypress Hill's "Black Sunday" on the other, and discovering that I have a copy of the Nails' "88 lines about 44 women." I have also learned that the Revolting Cocks' cover of "Da ya think I'm sexy" rocks like it did when I was 17. And after all this sonic revisiting of my younger years I've come to the conclusion that the kinetic energy that propelled me through an eclectic variety of music has come to rest mostly on "indie" for the past several years, and this is probably where it will stay. It's a bit nice to have settled...and Anna in Germany, I don't think it's wrong or offensive to say when bands that you care about disappoint--that's what happens (to me at least) when I care about something: when I think it's not as good as it could be, I want it to be better, and there's nothing wrong with saying so. (Unless (like easily embarrassed me, ugh) you unthinkingly say it to a reporter outside a gig who then publishes your drivel with your awful picture for all to guffaw at...eep.) PEELING I haven't heard the Peel sessions yet but that's because I'm inept with the interweb. Instead I had fun imagining melodies to the lyrics that David Moore posted. My brain somehow unconsciously sang along to them while I read his message. It got especially fun when I would get to a question mark and imagine Stuart singing that into the song. Oh the life of the mind. FLYING OFF I had a poem all picked out, "How to like it" by Stephen Dobyns, what with autumn/fall around the bend and traveling impending, but the Poetry Parrot's gone all shy right when I had the appropriate thing to stuff up his beak. Pah, he taunts me so. Yours with transcontinental love, xox SGS PS:SWEETNESS And thanks to Honey creating this place-list-thing, I know much more than when I first toddled out of the nursery--like how to ice skate (cheers Jeremy)--and so many other fabulous people and things and places than I did before and that are too numerous and important to name cos I'll get teary and I have to see to drive in a few hours. So big hugs to Honey and Linda! _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.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. 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Sinister: Like Elvis, in the movies
by idleberry 17 Aug '02

17 Aug '02

hello sinisterians (sinister ians? no all of you i mean.) THE WEEK I'm not feeling to coherent in thought this morning, so a random collection of thoughts from the vaults of the mind: Tuesday: saw two girls wandering round Edinburgh in t- shirts and knickers and high heels while out for my lunch. ************** Thursday: saw Elvis, handing out flyers. I took one and he said "thanyew veery much, uh huh". ************** Friday: saw a man climb into an overnight bag and zip himself into it. ***************** Also saw Camera Obscura gig, Gordon has reported on. Thought Tracey Anne was going to cry at one point, after the splashing incident. It must be hard actually, I mean, you play a gig, and you're playing to a crowd like that, and you've probably been feeling nervous for a while, and hoping it goes without a hitch. Managing to cope with the heckles of some ridiculous woman with bad hair and AWFUL make up in the audience, by brushing it off and turning the other cheek, and standing in front of two hundred pairs of eyes watching you. Playing songs, that you think are good, and hope are good, and meet the expectations of the paying punters standing in front of you expecting to be entertained. Then to get water (I presume it was water, I dunno) thrown at you, while you're busy concerntrating on your song, and having those eyes watching you on stage, in a hot, sweaty venue, theres the initial shock factor I can imagine as it hits you. You know the shock you've had yourselves probably, when someone splashes you with cold water, when you least expect it, and how your natural reaction is one of shock and suprise, out of some sort of defensive thing inside you. Then theres all the gear on stage- your guitars, your belongings, your electrical stuff, your cables, your pedals, getting a soaking. Things you've saved up for and paid for, and stuff that belongs to you. Your possessions, your belongings, expensive items too- not just a jacket, or a bag getting a pint spilt over it, but some deliberately malicious, unprovoked action of some neanderathal cave woman, against you, and your guitar, and your friends. One stupid woman, one ridiculously bad make-up bitch, who the hell did she think she was. That silly cow in the audience. The glares from the crowd, I thought someone was going to lynch her at one point. Thought Mr Murdoch was damn professional at not loosing his cool, and hats off to him for dealing with the situation effectively, promptly, and as calmly as anyone possibly could have. Fair play to the band. ********** Met with Mark last night. We went to the gig and when we came back to mine we went for a walk and saw a fox, out in the park. It was a big fox, a big fox, maybe a boy fox. His tail was long and slim, and he trotted along the path cool as could be with a slight arrogant foxiness about him, and didn't seem fazed by us sitting there watching him. I've never seen a fox round here before. Then I saw a frog, crossing the bridge. Had to be careful, its dimly lit around those paths near my home, and theres lots of folliage thats fallen onto the path. Was worried about standing on little animals and squishing them. Its a fear of mine. I remember when I was 16, and went for a walk with this girl who wanted to be a goth. She was into vampires and velvet, and books about witch craft. We went for a walk, and I noticed two seconds too late to stop her, as she stood on a toad, and I looked back and its little squashed body had flipped upside down. I teased her about having little toad eyeballs on the bottom of her Doc Martens. I found a dead mouse when I was 14. I was about to wash my dads car for him to earn myself some extra pocket money. I went into the garage and found a bucket. There was water in it, and what looked like a stick floating in the water. Just as I went to prod it with my finger, I realised it was a drowned mouse. I screamed. I felt sorry for that little mouse. It had probably fallen into the bucket, and drowned from exhaustion, in the darkness, unable to get out. And that idea haunted me for weeks. ********** End transmission. love idles xx ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? HotJobs - Search Thousands of New Jobs http://www.hotjobs.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. 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Sinister: sin and ister united
by amy longcore 17 Aug '02

17 Aug '02

gosh, sinister, i have a big crush on you. so many lovely lovely posts have come this way. here's to five MORE years and on... my little picture looks something like this: i'd just moved back into my folks. i'm sitting at my brother's computer talking to courtney owen on aol IM. she's telling me all about sinister and how i should join. ya know, she's still on, but she's never ever posted. hi courtney :) i look at missprint.org and i'm quite taken. but i'd just been gettin' used to this internet thing, TO BE FAIR, and really only had the red album to speak of. my internet life had been hectic enough! heh. i think the green album had just come out maybe? i'm quite sure i was listening to stereolab, as i was about 65% of my time, back then. i'm smoking cigarettes and have my hair in a bun. i'm tired after a long day of work. i clicked off of missprint.org and went back to my email. yes, a boring snapshot. girl at computer. but, it was my first glimpse in... i didn't join until... last september? almost a year now anyway. i kept loving belle and sebastian, and my fondness grew deeper with time. each song sweeter with every listen. soon i'm blasting them and singing along full stop. my brother thinks "get me away from here i'm dying" is such a wrist slasher. he mocks it so. i keep it playin'. i know better. brother called 'em "sad bastard music" before jack black ever did. it's true. when we saw HIGH FIDELITY in the theatre, we laughed for about 15 straight minutes after jack cracked that joke. jack was so like my brother there. even used his line. yeesh. i've turned some other people on to them. most recently, my friend adam. i need to pace it tho. i got him into the smiths a few months ago, and you don't wanna know the newfound MOZ passion i've had to endure from this boy. i bought JOHNATHAN DAVID for adam, but it was stolen, along with all his other cds, not long ago. this was a sad story. i miss all the sinister people i've met. people keep talking about ivor cutler now. people also keep talking about fallen dreams. ugh. don't remind me. i think i'm gonna go ahead and get an APPLE TATTOO. uh huh. just a little apple. not unlike myself. the applecore. it's all quite silly, which satisfies. i wanted to interject on some current discussions, but i haven't the fuel at the moment. just know, that if i were sharing a drink with you, over a pub table or at a couch in some sinister living room, i'd be conversing with so many of you and reveling in your bright thoughts. well. i don't really need the drink. that just seems appropriate is all. the peel tracks are great! <-- $0.02 it's true. every day i make my way through the streets of your town... love, amy, maddie's flower and archel's maykins p.s. now that ken has beaten his queery into the ground, might i do the same with mine? WHAT'S UP WITH THE RACHELS MIX TAPE? i cannot wait for it to get into ken's dirty little paws! p.p.s. thanks linda & honey, big cans of glam to you! "rrobyn fadden has the BEST electronic mail sign off ever! i'll never tire of it!" ~amy longcore _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.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: selling tshirts, stalking stuart murdoch, 'the boy', breaking DDR and more......
by michael grant 16 Aug '02

16 Aug '02

sha-sha! hello everyone. how's things? good i hope. :o) camera obscura are playing a gig in edinburgh tonight. but more importantly than that, i am selling tshirts. and possibly cds. and possibly badges. how cool is that? i followed stuart murdoch down byres road yesterday. does that make me a bad man? he walked past me, and i just kinda turned round and followed him back up the street. i know it's an obsessive stalker thing to do, but i just couldnt help myself. he turned up roxburgh street and i thought to follow him all the way up there might be taking things a tad too far. should i go to reading? i can't really afford it, although i have already bought my ticket and my friends have offered to pay train fare and accommodation for my birthday, but.... it's just an expense i can't deal with right now. and i'd rather stay home and be in slightly less debt than go away and have a crap weekend moaning about having no money. and i can go see the moldy peaches in glasgow that weekend anyway (miss kimya dawson put me on the guestlist, *namedrop* *namedrop*). so does anyone want a weekend ticket for reading? a month later than originally planned, i met 'the boy' last night. to talk. it was lovely. we just chatted for hours. it's so bizarre to feel this way about someone, yet to feel so comfortable in their presence. now i'm just giving him a chance to have a think. even though he knew what i was going to say, he said that having it out in the open fucked with his head a bit. he said i made him smile. he said i made him feel awkward, and that was a good thing. he said he was going to be bruised today from grinning so much. it was wonderful. i'm still expecting the 'i'm flattered, but...' speech when he's done with his thinking, but i'm much less sure about it now than i was this time yesterday. but i don't want to get ahead of myself. :o) thomas asked about my birthday pre-popleague drinking. hmmm, it's a friday, so a daytime picnic will probably be out of the question, seeing as some of you people have proper jobs. fools. pewter pot across the road from the WSC at 7? will that do? if anyone desperately feels the need for a picnic, then we can meet in the botanics earlier on, but only if it's sunny. **ink polaroid** this one was taken in a pub on cockburn street in edinburgh this april. a boy, having just spat mashed-up cookies over the shoes of a norwegian girl, is clambering over tables and chairs to get to the bar. as he does so, his ass is being grabbed by a dirty australian, among others. everyone is laughing, smiling and being drunkenly merry. **ink polaroid** i tried to tell the boy about you last night, but i just couldnt find the words. it just doesnt do you justice to say, "an internet mailing list for belle and sebastian fans". does anyone know of a decent way to get across the *sparkle* of sinister to the uninitiated? i broke a DDR machine. woops. :o) my dancing is just too funky. apparently they're waiting for a new part for the machine, but are still letting people dance on it. fools. right, i'm off to learn the camera obscura album word for word so i can shout along tonight, hopefully see lots of you there, michael.xx (rocking his AC/DC pants off.) ps - listen to ben kweller. - listen to maher halal shash baz. - listen to nico. - listen to darius. ;o) "get out of your apartment. meet a member of the opposite sex. stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. quit your job. start a fight. prove your alive. if you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic." - tyler durden. _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.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: Mathematics and Laundry
by Madeleine McNeil 16 Aug '02

16 Aug '02

Darlings, Shouts out to The Birmingham Massive! Greetings to Carl and grumblings to Naughty Ian (I'm in the Archel crew, I think. A NUN in a CUPBOARD?). The Loved One and I spent a wonderful day in Birmingham yesterday, doing loads of cultural shit (and getting told off for playing with the exhibits. The Loved One *hearts* interactivityness. Or something. Apparently art is not a toy, it's Art). We also sneaked into the Sea Life centre without paying - shushhhh! But £8.50 is a bit steep for gawping at some manta rays and jelly fish - and watched the otters getting fed and listened to squalling children. I wanted one of the disturbed sharks to bite the hand off some small brat who kept putting his hand in the water. Honestly. I ask you. Etc. Vilkas said "Anyone know anything about centimeters?" which is one of the best questions I've ever been asked, cos I know LOADS about them. They're quite small, but not as small as a millimeter (10 of them make one centimeter), so in some ways they're quite big, but not as big as a meter (there's a whole 100 centimeters in one of them!). They're dead useful for knowing how big things are and stuff. Or something. I appear on examination to know less about centimeters than I thought. All this collective list nostalgising is much fun. Stevie's post was simply wonderful, and I fished out a few old ink polaroids of my own. Look! This was taken in February. Paul Field and Stacey and Archel and I are in Brighton, walking from the station to the beach, where a rowdy crowd (and Liz's cakes) await us. My hair is obscuring my face, due to a strong wind, and there are tears in my eyes as I see the sea for the first time in years. Stacey is bouncing a little in her excitement and Paul is staring off into the distance. Here's another one - it's a bit smoky, like, but if you look closely you'll see that I'm in a basement club in London. It's How Does It Feel To Be Loved. Behind me, on the dance floor, shaking their stuff to prime Northern Soul, you can make out Marianna and Greg and Ken and Mr and Mrs Carmile. Sarah GS's elegant foot is poking out from behind a pillar. I'm being hugged by Mark Casarole, and if you look closely, there's a slight blush on my face. Mark will not be reminded of why until lunch the next day. And here's yet one more. The sun is shining, and I'm standing in my back garden, pegging my freshly laundered RED bucket pants on the line, ready for their special trip to London in a week or so. My pants and I will see you there. Regards, Madeleine _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.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: me bitching then some content, a neil robertson quote then some inuendo and general mankiness
by Thomas Henderson 16 Aug '02

16 Aug '02

hello, sorry about the language in the subject line but i only really speak english. i'm so incredibly fucked off this morning, and i don't mind telling you all that i've severely been made a cunt of by a (supposed) friend and employer. you may have heard me bang on about my aspiration to entertain the masses musically through the medium of deejaying. well..... i've been with this new company for some months now. a while ago i was told that i was wanted to take on more work because (not being sexist) the girls couldn't really cut it (no offence lucy cos i know you're great ;) ) so i was suppose dto be the top dj person in this company after the two main ones (who own the fucking thing) then i was told someone else would be joining, ,i knew he'd worked for them before and that is lips and one of the bosses asses were no strangers to each other. so obviuosly i was worried that i would be losing any opperchancity to do anything. i was reassured to the contary. so....... the company get this new "unit" a pub somewhere or other were they need to supply djs. they only want the main two (derek and ian) to do it, which is fair enough but would mean that our own pub needed someone on friday and saturday night. i thought that to be fair me and other bloke (kanga) would get a night each.. but no, kanga gets both nights and a night in this new "unit". then tonight i find out that he's getting a night in the club once a month, cunt. i'm getting fuck all, they think that i only listen to 'depressing indie music' and that that's all i'd play, wankers. so i was told that basically i was there until they got a new unit that asked for someone who could play indie music, which would be fair enough if they were inundated with business. then tonight my boss starts trying to rip the cunt/ take the piss right out of me. so now i'll be actively seeking new employment, i've had some offers but they were either one-offs or way in the future. the point is that i work for a wanker who i thought was an ok guy, fair enough he was drinking but he was totally out of line, tosser. so the point is (tenuous link to content) i want to be free to play belle and sebastian whenever i choose because they're fantastic and i'd much rather be drunk and hugging my mates to the boy with the arab strap than to the proclaimers i wanna be (500 miles) or dancing away like a soul boy to electronic renaisance than to castles in the fucking sky. i'm angry and i think it's justified. i'm being persocuted for my passions, ,fuckers, cunts. i'm learning all my swearingness from mr. robertson, you may have noticed, and to quote him i'm going to say that my boss is a "lanky streak of piss" and anothwer thing we played this game called sex positions and me and this girl siobhan came second (note inuendo) with 25 positions and the winner got 36 positions because they were cheating because they knew the girl who was counting them, even if they hadn't at least i've done all 25 (too much information) and i know that they all work! luv thomas x. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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: If you wash your ass you must use soap.
by vilkas 16 Aug '02

16 Aug '02

Yo kids, I start my NEW JOB tomorrow at a mobile phone call center in the suburbs. I HATE the suburbs. Ahhh but this job will pay my rent, my bills, my student loans and keep me stocked in sneakers and beer. Provided I have the patience to last past training. Sorry, I don't think there's enough fucking cursing or fucking smut in this Goddamned post for all you cunts and fucking bastards. Yesterday it was in the 100s. Uh huh. And the air quality was a purple. PURPLE! Green means good air. Yellow means not so good, but not all that bad. Red means the very young, the very old, and those with comprimised immune systems ought to stay indoors. Purple is one step beyond this. And I'm not even gonna go on a rant about the causes of the poor air quality; because after all, I am writing this on an electrically powered plastic box. or as Lucy Alder called it, a tappity light box. Which is the best word I've ever heard a computer called. So I'll stop complaining...sort of. Ok. I wrote this last winter and it's been held hostage by my computer until very recently. I thought I would post it even though it's 10 months later because the apocolypse is apparently upon us. >From Last Winter: Ok. I did 6 toploaders of laundry today, funnily enough dealing with the washing machines is like the band of the same name, Toploader; it's not so pleasant to be around either of them but it's nice when it's over. Naw, I like the Dancing in the Moonlight song, but that's a good song no matter who sings it. Still no excuse for the rest. I ran into one of my friends in the middle of folding the fabric mountain. (lovely, lime green again, clean bathmats included) (An entire backpack full of socks, underwear and bras included) He was washing his clothes too, y'know being in the laundromat and all. We knew each other's faces from seeing each other out and about, but we didn't properly meet until piss-drunk at 4 A.M. on our mutual friend's third floor back porch; hiding from the much drunker-than-us, one-eyed guy with the fireworks. Hey you in the back stop snickering, there were about six of us on the porch. Ok, that doesn't sound any better...But there was no booty. Until he left. And at that point, there were just three of us up there. Ahhh...but still only full leg footsie and cuddling, sorry to dissapoint. But I digress. The conversation went on, no use boring you any more than already with details. We ended up talking about the weather, but not in that can't-think-of-anything-to-talk-about-so-let's-talk-about-the-weather way. Because the weather here is a son-of-a-bitch and worthy of bitching. The last few days of November and indeed most of the month, it was 70 degrees Farenheit. What up with that? Global Warming. Satan is living on Earth, in Richmond, Virginia, home of Marlboro ciggies. This being Satan's residance might explain a lot more about Richmond than the freaky weather. Now it's in the 30s-40s Farenheit at night and maybe 40s-50s during the day. This is somewhat more acceptable; but still unacceptable. I'd like have a talk with Mother Nature, but I guess she's still busy doing guest appearances on talk shows to promote further syndication of The Smurfs or summat. It's Fucking December! It's supposed to be cold as ass now. I know I'm in Virgina, but I grew up in Virginia and when I was young it was cold as ass in December. Granted, I was deep in the mountains, but only an hour and a half away from where I am now. There was SNOW. Dammit. I WANT SNOW. Most around here that I talk to about this Satanic weather pattern love the warm weather in winter. I think they're insane. They ought just move to Florida or some state closer to the equator, where it's *supposed* to be warm. Ah, I digress again. But it was essential to explain why it was so cool, that when we started talikng about the weather, we agreed. I was speaking of thinking of moving to Chicago. The topic of cold-ass winters came up. Y'know, we both agree that you can kit yourself out in loads of warm things, coat, scarf, hat, earmuffs, gloves, balacava, thermal underwear, etcetera. But you can only take off so much. You can't take your skin off. Well, you can, but this would really hurt and would prolly kill you and that would not be cool. Summer here is when your sorry ass can be naked, sitting still, in the shade...and you're still hot. We went off. It was nice to find someone who feels the same. Daaaaaam, I'm being petty *and* I've completely lost the plot. But Ihate the Hot. Wasabi is hot, tabasco sauce is hot, clubs are hot; these are all good versions of hot. Imagine eating wasabi, made with tabasco sauce, in the middle of a jumpin' basement club. Whilst wearing a polarfleece catsuit. For three to five months straight. Right, that's summer in Virginia. Last time I was in Scotland, an evening when I was out with a friend; when I said I came for the weather, one of her friends asked me, "Why did you come here of all places for the weather?" as if I had come to erm...Pluto. My response that I'd stick with today was "Cos it's not hot." I hate the Hot. I love sunshine but I hate the hot. On that same trip, I was sitting with my friend Colin and his friend Richie in a beer garden relatively near Colin's Bearsden hizouse. Richie was complaining that it never gets warm. Uh huh. Same argument, you can put more clothing on, you can only take so much off. At least it doesn't stay hot. At least the sun isn't trying to kill you. [shakes fist at sun. Naw,it's more than the sun; it's our foolishness at how we treat our planet...another post...naw, another book] Luv, Skillkas cos Vilkas got Skills P.S.1. Any of yous know anything about the Centimeters? P.S.2. Or Discount? Try typing "Discount" into google. I didn't find the band but lots of Viagra! Mortgaes! Porn! Diamonds! X-Box: A quote from a German wesite that sells Irn-Bruuuuu: Irn Bru is the Scottish " national lemonade ". Their typical taste, which reminds easily of liquid Gummibaerchen, remains for everyone in memory, which it drank once. It is according to sales figures in the western world the only soft drink, which is better sold on the domestic market than a well-known, koffeinhaltige lemonade from the USA. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: sinister winners
by Thomas Henderson 15 Aug '02

15 Aug '02

hello todays winners are richard gillanders (again) kieran devaney (again) and ian watson (first time) the answer to the question was massive attack who shortened their name to massive ian said - "Easy. Massive Attack, innit. "Crash" by The Primitives suffered some playlist problems as well, I seem to remember. Although that didn't stop them committing credibility suicide by playing it on Wogan. Just 12 years too early. Now he's the height of cool, of course." kieran said- "In order to not appear as though they condoned America's actions in the middle east, Bristol trip-hop luminaries Massive Attack became just Massive during the gulf war." richard said - "massive attack" this weeks unlucky entrant is mr/(s) caitlin pigtails who was correct but just a little late. anyway all i need to say is that this farce has to stop, will someone please bring mr. jeremy breams back, he belongs here, the jokes over now, just get him back ok. shoutouts to brian of the mcneil family. whens the film festival happening? thomas x. ps: kieran should win double because he used the word luminaries who is surely a character in disneys beauty and the beast, he was a french candleabra __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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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