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Sinister: life is confusing, but saturday is nothing but fun
by bus stoppers 25 Jul '02

25 Jul '02

hi all :) i hate it when this happens. i had so many a thing that i wanted to write, and now i can't remember. uber-lame. well, maybe then i should just push the whole picnic thing then. GO. To. The. PICNIC. ! rachel has blue hair, and mine is an orangy-red color thing. like rainbow bright and her crew, or maybe the care bears without all the fur. i'm even going to wear my floppy white hat. i think. know what else is weird? i have been missing almost everyone lately. my parents were in town for their eye doctor appointments and so we went to dinner the other night, on my lunch break from work. when they were leaving, i didn't want to let go of them. that has never happened in my whole life. it was weird. but nice. part of it too might be because my mother and i are having health problems and i'm really worried about her. she is diabetic. the doctor told her that her eyes were hemorroging (how the hell do you spell that?) and such. we told each other that we are worried about each other. we told each other not to worry. but i'm your mother. but i'm your daughter. that night, i felt like making up for the 21 years lost. the 21 years of "hating" my mom. i want to make it up to her. she's kinda sick, with no cure. she even made a pubic hair joke. my mom is awesome. also, i miss people that are in my life, but far away. or not far away. or even people i have never met, but i miss them too. going through this new phase of learning...learning my country's fucked up history, a bit of anarchy, and a bit of the bullshit family 'stuff'...it's kinda like a painful adolesence. kinda. i'm not a terrorist. i'm not an anarchist. and i don't think i completely hate my family. i think that i just hate the disgusting parts of history that never should have happened. i think that human nature (the whole nobody's perfect argument) fucks good theories and ideas up. and i hate family 'politics'. i'm reading: "a people's history of the united states" and "days of war, nights of love" and "h.p. and the sorceror's stone". i'm going crazy. (i don't really know where harry potter fits in with getting my head fucked with, but i'm reading it all the same.) and i'm female. i have the hormones and normal female bitchiness-craziness to deal with too. sigh. at least i'm not a boy. being a girl can be fun. i promise. that point that one reaches when they finally see something that they never knew before, but somehow knew that they were searching for it...it's a beautiful moment. and i hope it starts to happening often more. love and love and love, sara p.s...don't forget about saturday!!! ===== all the people'd stare as if we were both quite insane someday my name and his are going to be the same __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better http://health.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: A reminder for radio 1 tonight
by christopher.leonard1＠ntlworld.com 25 Jul '02

25 Jul '02

Hey! Just a reminder that Belle and Sebastian are live on radio 1 tonight see, http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/alt/johnpeel/thisweek/20020722_peel.shtml#sess3 . You can listen to it on the modern interweb and everything. I trust all is well with you, Chris Leonard www.sleekasounds.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: i was looking for a job and then i found a job
by Thomas Henderson 25 Jul '02

25 Jul '02

hello, heavens knows i'm miserable now. she said the ultimatum again last night, if i leave the job i can forget her too. i need to be miserable to be happy. i asked her if i made her unhapppy, she said yes. i asked her if she would be more unhappy without me, she said shed get over it. i thought this translated to she would be happier without me. aparently not. she cried this morning when she dropped me off. she was shouting at me because she was going to be late to pick up the other girl for work. she stopped outside my house and i went to get out then she asked for a peck on the cheek, i obliged. she cried. i thought about it last night, doing it. it's something i could never do. i only thought about it. i said i'd do it. people who say they'll do it never do. my gran tried to do it once, she was one who threatened it too. she knew what she was doing. she knew she wasn't doing it right. she took a lot of valium, she knew they'd only make her sleep, and not eternaly. she knew what she was doing. so i'll not be swimming, i'll just be hanging around at the harbour waiting on my little own water taxi to come pick me up, you never know quite when they're going to come for you. oh well, for the speciffic attention of anyone who remembers: even if the dolphin had lost it's porpoise in life, what would you prefer dolphins or jam? re: jokes; q what happens if you put whiskey on your lawn? a it grows half cut. q how did darth vader know what luke skywalker was getting for his christmas? a he felt his pressence a(2) for people who already know the joke) he's his dad of course he knows what he got for christmas oh well, i'm off to be sad and eyeore like again i quite like that actually. luv eyeore, in a smiths tshirt tom xxx. __________________________________________________ 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: Insensitivity a speciality. Oh, and another epic.
by idleberry 24 Jul '02

24 Jul '02

there seems to be a lot of glum virtual faces at the moment in sinister. All with broken hearts and broken things to mend. So I thought I'd cheer you up with a joke I can remember, which seems strangely fitting right now. What with all the water and depressing references floating (excsue the pun) around at the moment. This is for anyone needing a smile. Q. Why did the dolphin commit suicide? A. Because it had lost its porpoise in life. Ahem. Well, while so many of you have lost your smiles, I lost my voice. I'M ON HOLIDAY! and guess what happened? as well as my hayfever going mental I got a heavy cold. Yesterday I was squeaking. Today I am coughing. And I got ill on my holidays. Ach well, I'll have more holidays. And probably more colds. Just ideally, not together. **************************************************** My parents are about to go on their annual trip to the North of Norway. For those of you who don't know, my mum is from the North of Norway. If you ever get out a map, you'll see it, its a place called Finmark. You want to find an island called Loppa. Her village is near there. I guess the easiest way to get an idea is if youlook at this map. http://www.ansi-turistservice.no/kart_ansi.htm I guess, I take a lot of things for granted. I was e mailing someone off list the other day, and telling them all about Norway. About the things you can see. Reindeer sitting at the side of the road, watching the cars go past. Sometimes you see a white reindeer, with pink velvet antlers. Or all the tunnels, going through the mountains. And the fiords. And the houses. The houses made of timber, and painted, usually in contrasting colours, with thick tar over the roof, rather than tiles (mostly.) so you might see a red house with white trim around the windows and roof overhang and the doors. And how you get some houses, in the south, which are maybe only one storey. And n the roofs, grows grass and small bushes or evn trees. And in the summer you can see goats grazing on the grass, cos hey, you wouldn't take a lawn mower up there. Or if you go up high in the mountains, and you get runners, and cyclists, and hikers, going up mountains higher than Ben Nevis. Through the snow walls, which even in summer might be over 7 foot high. And the glaciers you see, and the hotels. Some of the hotels remind me of the kind in James Bond Films, in ski resorts in the Swiss Alps. And then you get the old fashioned toilets, which I never liked. They're in these huts, you see, which are usually beautifully decorated, with hand painted wooden carvings and such, and a little net curtain over the window to hide your modesty. But these toilets. Basically, its a unit, like a wooden unit, across one side of the little hut. And it has a hole in it. And this hole goes into a pit. And sometimes you get communal toilets (Ally McBeal? pff. The Vikings were so ahead of their times). with lots of holes going into pits together. Anyway, me being me, I resented the fact that really, there was no flush mechanism. And the fear of falling through didn't bear thinking about. And the wildlife. The Elk, or moose, as people sometimes call them, get drunk. And go charging into cars. They eat rotten apples and this ferments in their stomachs. Thus, they get cider. And they get drunk. My mum is from a tiny little village in the far north, where people make their money from fishing mostly. You have to drive there, even if you flew to the nearest airport, you'd have to drive for about a day or so. And take the ferry, becuase its too mountainous to reach by road, and theres too many glaciers anyway. Then theres the 15km drive from the harbour to my grans old house. None of the buildings are old up there. The Nazis burnt them down, when they fled from the Russians at the end of the second world war, leaving thousands of people without a home. My aunt was born in a shed, and christened immediately, in the cold winter, beucase they didn't think she would survive. I think I read somewhere about a hundred people had to shelter under an upturned fishing boat that winter. There were no houses. No possessions. Nothing was left. So all the houses are pretty much of the same design, and same age. Sometimes, we'd go to my grans old childhood home.All thats left is the stones where the building was, and melted glass. And theres a rusting old German landing ship there too. I've never been brave enough to look inside though. So what is there to do in this tiny village? Theres one pub that seems to accidentally burn down every couple of years. No police. One health visitor. A post office, based in someones cellar, that is open between 10 - 4 week days, and closes at midday on a Saturday. It takes 5 - 10 days for post to get to this village. 5 days if its national mail, 10 days if its international. A little church yard, where all my ancestors are buried, and the graves face out to sea. In the winter, the clergyman puts a little candlelit lantern on the graves on Christmas Eve. well if you've got cable tv, great. If not? One channel. Comes into service at 6pm every night. NRK1. It shows all those wacky Brit hits, like Allo Allo! and Waiting For God. The presenters look stuck in the 1950s. Saturdays, as I recall, was Lollipop! which was this show, where people, usually older generations, got dressed up in teddy boy outfits and came onto the show, which had the set of this American 50's diner. And they did their best Norwegian Elvis impressions. After a while of no decent TV, it became a staple part of viewing. We used to go fishing. My uncle would take us out in my grandfathers rowing boat, and my cousin, who was a meanie, would dangle flapping fish in my hair. Or berry picking, in the mountains with my mum. And get eaten alive by the mygg (mosquitoes) and clegg (horsefly). Or swimming. I remember when I was about 15, me and this girl, Silje, cycling down to the lake at midnight. This was midnight sun territory, and in such a tiny vilage, there was no danger or crime at all. So we cycled down to the lake, and it was incredible, we sat on the decking, built by the local council for sunbathing, and wondered whether to go in. Just watching the steam rise from the lake, in the shadow of an enormous mountain, and you can see a glacier, glistening behind you in sunlight, the midnight sun that seems to bob on the horizon of the North. Being there, at midnight, when it is still warm enough only to need a t shirt and shorts. And realising that this is all 500 miles north of the artic circle. Thats a pretty incredible thing to consider. Silje was my childhood friend. Although I say friend very loosely. She was another kid who went to the same place, at the same time, and her mother and my aunt were childhood friends. She was a right old bossy boots. She used to come over, and I would try and bore her to death so she wouldn't drag me along on one of her ideas. Sometimes I'd go and hide in the woods. Or even the cellar if I was desperate. But she sought me out, found me, and it never dawned on her I was hiding from her. Her cousin was Pal in A-Ha, and she would always go on, and on, and on, and on, and on about him. When we got to fifteen though, her English had improved. And we found things in common to discuss, like boys, and music. She lked Take That, and Robbie Williams (she'd call him Wobbie Williams though) and I gave her some poster of Robbie I got with my summer issue of Just 17. She repaid me in turn, with a poster of Brett Anderson. And we bonded. I didn't try to hide from her, and I was quite sad when she left tht summer. It was a pretty good summer for both of us really, as friends. It never got better than that summer. It only deteriorated. But I remember we cycled down to the old primary school, that had been converted into flats. There was a seventeen year old boy living there, that she liked. And I sat under the flag pole in the playground, while she walked back and forth, showing me how the catwalk models sauntered, pouting and wiggling. Every so often she'd smile at me, and her eyes would light up, and she'd hiss "is he looking?" and that was my cue to flick my eyes, so carefully, to see if he was watching. We stayed there for about an hour, while she sauntered, back and forth, walking like the supermodels do on the catwalk, and I kept a look out for this poor bloke. We cycled down to the lake one day, me and Silje, and she was wearing this tiny bikini with a tiny white bathing robe over the top. I stuck to my shorts, t shirt and ever faithful Doc Marten boots and tortoiseshell John Lennon tyle sunglasses. She thought this guy would be there, and cycled in kitten heel mules. Given that most paths there are stoney, and aren't paths at all, more tracks, this seemed a little daft to me. But that was Silje. Going for the glamour puss knock-em dead approach. She did it all. The loud laugh, as if someone had said something fantastically witty. The bright red lipstick when she was going up into the mountains. The french hair roll thing to go to the minimarket and buy butter for her mum. Just in case she saw him. I remember him still, from the once or twice I spied him. He had very blonde hair, all spikey. And he was quite thin and lean, but really tanned. And Silje, she always reminded me of younger Diana Rigg. But this guy never seemed that impressed. Not even when Silje took to doing Cartwheels. In her bikini. She was always a bit of a show off. When she was young, she said she wanted to be Danish,like her dad. When she was 19, she met a boy from Mexico or Brazil or somewhere like that, and learnt Spanish, and went to Latin nights, to shake her thang. She wanted to emmigrate with him back to South America. She was never quite happy with who she was, or being Norwegian. She was always bossy. And if she fell out with someone (usually, when we were kids, her cousin Karen) I wasn't allowed to be friends with Karen either. But I ignored Silje and saw Karen anyway. And Silje would want me to report back. And there was never anything to say to her. And when we were older, when I went to Norway to go to uni, Silje said I couldn't be friends with certain people. And when I told her I wasn't playing childish games anymore, and I'd choose my own friends on their own merits despite her history with them, she never spoke to me again. Those friends are past and gone now, and those people are left behind in my life. Not going to tell Silje that though. When she ignores me, its easier than having to hide. ;) Love idles ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better http://health.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: she's gone
by ian 24 Jul '02

24 Jul '02

(hello everyone. this was going to be a mail about something else, but then it wasn't. so it isn't. such is life xx ian) ------------------------------------------------------------------- this is a cartoon, so the sails don't flap in the wind. they waggle up and down, the ship pitches violently, and occasionally the tide wobbles, as if it were moving. it isn't very convincing. but its enough for the boy sitting on the pier. he's tired. tired of many things. tired of sadness, tired of dreaming... but, most of all, tired of looking for his dog. he lost her. and he doesn't think she's ever coming back. moving awkwardly, the way cartoon boys do, he pulls his knees up against his chin and whispers 'she's gone' to the breeze to noone in particular. he hopes that his words will be carried somewhere, to a desert island where a sad girl sits all alone, dreaming of a cartoon lover. but they aren't. they sink, into the ocean, as such words often do. (most of the time, this is fortunate. it is the best place for them. people who whisper words out to sea generally do not want a reply) he remembers how they used to sit here together, watching the same ship sailing, day after day, going nowhere in particular, just pitching, violently, and waggling its sails. in his world. in his magical cartoon world, where nothing ever changed. and now? 'she's gone.' he believes he can cope without her. he even believes he might be stronger without her. but he'll never be the same again. the sky shines the same pale blue it always shines. sebastian stands, stares out at the sea for a moment longer, and goes to meet his new friends at the end of the pier, where he steps out of the cartoon, into the sharpness of a Real World. everything has changed, as it must. and somewhere, on a long-forgotten beach, belle the dog licks idly at a gentle wave before turning, and stepping gingerly back up the sand. alone. and, perhaps, happier that way. ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA MEET UP. ANYONE?
by Ben Apps 24 Jul '02

24 Jul '02

Well crap, hell, doody, boob on a shingle. So if ANYONE else is interested me and Rachel Fruitloop and Sara Bus Stoppers are having a little meet up on Saturday at 3pm at Santa Monica Palisades park. We'll be standing under the big sign that says 'Boats, Fishing and stuff' (or something) on the entrance to the pier. We'll be easy to spot courtesy of Rachel's blue hair. Email me or just turn up! I'm gonna bring my newly created Star Wars Lego Chess Set which really is the dogs proverbials! and food and drink which will be freely available to all revellers. Ack I've just somehow put a crick in me neck So I feel like Johnny 5 from short circuit. I find myself involuntarily launching into a monologue along the lines of: You know I reek! With my games freedom pass I've had zero time to shower myself with BOOM tough acting Tinactin, Limasol can't say that, NO WAY. That's right, our claim representitives are standing by 24 hours a day. Great a talking geiko! AAAAAARRRRGGHHH! Yes I'm spending a lot of time watching daytime cable TV. Um, anyone else who bought the Flaiming Lips new record notice how track 1 sounds like Cat Stevens/Boyzone "Father and Son"? No, just me then. Here's a fun game you can play: Tap out the melody to a Belle and Sebastian song on a friend's arm, while you sing the same song silently to yourself. No humming though, that's cheating. A shout out to my little bro who my mother tells me might be heading out to hook up with the SUDAN Sinister massive for a year! Cheerio and summers wasting Ben xXx _________________________________________________________________ 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: swimming is one solution but i don't like the look of the water
by Thomas Henderson 24 Jul '02

24 Jul '02

hello i hope will has some sort of copyright/ royalties gig on the go, i think he's already won the prize for best analogy of the year. i feel shitty, i started this summer job the other week and it's awful, aparently i'm being arrogant, at least according to my (soon to be ex) girlfriend. according to her i think the job is below me, which i don't. i just hate it because i can't get no uhu (job) satisfaction. sorry but i don't ask for much do i? i prefer working with the public, ,at least then you have a chance to brighten up someones day just a little. so yes she's going to finish with me because i can't hold down a job. some of you may find this rwally ironic (re: my previous girlfriend posts) but last weekend something special hapened, for the first time in ten months we similtaneously loved each other with all of our hearts, which is wuite an achievement really. but then it all went funny the other morning, we woke up and while she got ready and i lay in bed i simply said "i don't want to go to work tonight, i hate that place" then she fell out with me. today she emailed me to say she supposed it was over. then she mentioned the money again. although this is not quite the top five things which laura may (and did) tell gill about rob in high fidelity it's close especially this money issue. she said i didn't need to give her the money back as long as i just left her alone. she reckons that if i can't stay in a job that i despise then i have no longevity in anything, especially in a relationship. i've not really been bad to her ever, i try my best. if she goes then i may go take a dip in the sea. i can't handle both these things at once. the job thing has completely drained me and made me feel awful anyway and now i need to deal with my love. i said to her earlier i had toothache, i asked her then if she was ending it, i figured if i was taking painkillers i may as well find out how many i needed to take. no amount of painkillers could stop the pain of her leaving. i hope she doesn't. the toothache is bad, i had this root canal done about 18 months ago and the dentist made a complete and utter c*nt of it, amongst other things. i'm glad i'm a poor student and didn't need to pay for it, if i'd paid for it i'd be even more unhappy. i could just tell her to piss off i suppose and use the money i was going to give her to pay off my debt to come through to embra this weekend for the picnic. but no. i shouldnt. sorry. i noticed it's been a little quiet recently, except for the people who have returned after long absences, to them welcome back. to everyone else i suppose you'll all start posting again in the fear that i might again soon. so shoutouts to brian and gordon and lucy and idles and gail and will and everyone else except gav for not respecting my choice to have gareth gates inspired hair now and again. i saw two sini-folk in superdrug on sauchiehall street last friday, i know i met you before but didn't really speak to you at the picnics but hiya anyway. luv thomas x. ps: all the spelling and grammar mistakes were deliberate so shut it, right?!!?! __________________________________________________ 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: haikus revealed // weeks twentyeight // two thousand and two
by ee fumblings 24 Jul '02

24 Jul '02

Hello! I'm gazing out the window through my new blue rimmed spectacles. Chicks didn't even know it. MISS MARIANNA: "Glamour Girls" is great. I always assumed that was him. Chicks on Speed are, quite simply, the tits. Our table was the amusingly titled Rah, Rah Rasputeenz. Subject: Sinister: Reporting back. from the top of Primrose hill.still. I danced a bit to some great records. And then it was hometime. I was thinking how that always happens and thumbs are a bit rubbish. A good friend of mine had his heart broken by a girl this very day. I've been burning time. Then it hit me to get out of America. I'm the happiest I've been in so long at the same time. I hate this. A more romantic person would follow their heart and stay with the girl. I forsee a lot of downtime in those days, and they need to be filled. Hey there! Over here! Crouched low and listening... I sit here in this place... Each one of them has been the one* until something better came along. There have been little things I've thought of, noticed, and mentally noted. See work can be fun. At home, I've updated my personal web site. DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU: Dancing with your mum to Robbie Williams. How are you? would you like a nice cup of tea, I'll make it, I insist. YES! Actually love is almost everything in my life lately... I would have sex with a tree! A banana tree to be more precise... // ee // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Back and saying HELLO!
by Helen Beltrame 24 Jul '02

24 Jul '02

Hi there Sinister. It's been a while... Hope all is well with you boys and girls. Storytelling just got to Brasil a month ago, so I must ask you how do you like it. You have probably discussed this for ages, but still, I'd make good use of some (private) comments. Are there more brazilians now at Sinister? So we could do our own picnic... Waiting for contact! That's it, folks! Helen _________________________________________________________________ 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: I was saved by rock and roll
by howard shady 24 Jul '02

24 Jul '02

Well well well...after a long month of struggling and dealing with stuff that I never in my entire life thought I would have to deal with. It all finally came to a close on saturday night. I haven't been to a show in ages and have been going through some tuff stuff. A few friends of mine came up with the idea of takin me along to the Alejandro Escovedo show along with the Drive By Truckers. Finally the one that that could bring me out of my crusty little shell was the sound of LOUD ROCK GUITARS!!! My ears haven't been beaten like that in ages and for once I was actually thankful for it. There is nothing like watching a bunch of PBR drinkin southern fellas with axes on 11(thats one louder than 10) to drive the demons out of someone. At first I was a little aprehensive about the whole thing but about two songs into the set I was bouncin around like a 16yr old kid in 1976 with those funky pants that my big brother used to wear and just wishing I had a better do on my head to fling around. It's quite possible that the beers I had been indulging in helped me out a bit, but it was so well worth it. That bein said, I've been a music dork for a long long time and its been quite a while since I've had that out of body experience from a live show. For a few hours on saturday I was a kid again and loving every sweaty, smokey and cheap beer induced minute of it. So if anyone has that not so fresh feeling on life go out and see some live music. It helped me and it could help you too....hehehe. thanx for reading that pile.....AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT I'm heading to the UK in september.....LONDON AND SHEFFIELD to be exact. If there are any of you from those parts drop me a line offlist. I could use some tips and what not for my travels. Maybe even meet a few of you all while I"m there....Please dont be shy....Help a little Chicago area fella out on this one. Thanx for listening all.....I'm back to my work here. > > RAymond H. Humphrey __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better http://health.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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