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Sinister: There are three kinds of people. Those who can count, and those w ho can't.
by Gardiner, Stuart 26 Feb '02

26 Feb '02

Another weekend, another night spent getting drunk. I should take a bit of time to give my liver a rest. Maybe next year. The occasion this time was a reunion for everyone I went to college with in my undergrad days. And a very strange event it was too. I've never been to a proper reunion before, since I have no desire to go anywhere near the people I went to school with, so it was a peculiar experience. Of course, most people looked and acted exactly the same as they always did, give or take the odd bad hairdo. More interesting is what people have chosen to do with their lives. There's the people who became investment bankers or the like when they left, some of whom have stuck with it, some of whom have dropped out completely and taken a year or to off because they finally realised that having a life was more important than having money. Then there's the people who chose decent jobs which they enjoyed in the first place, who are generally the happiest. And then there's the people like me who decided being a student was far too much fun and decided to stay put. Oh, and there's the scary number of people getting engaged / married. About 3 years ago, I went to the wedding of my first proper ex. That was scary - I had a lucky escape. It's much better to stay single, footloose and fancy-free, able to enjoy life to the full. Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself. Fact of the day: it is physically impossible for a human to lick their own elbow. In the last digest (which featured a pleasantly large number of my favourite listees), Robin said: "I squeeze my spuds every morning to make sure they're okay." Just so long as he doesn't do it in public. Anyone who is remotely interested in the world should read about the latest efforts from the racist, arrogant, near-fascist US government at http://news.independent.co.uk/world/americas/story.jsp?story=139913. Of course, the fact that I've just slagged off the US now means that this email will automatically be picked up and read by their intelligence services (probably the ones based at Menwith Hill in North Yorkshire...). So hello there, hope you're doing well. Big Stu About 75% of the people who read this message have just tried to lick their elbow. See, I told you it was impossible. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 (thump thump thump) is (thump thump thump) the light (thump...)
by Matthew Henderson 26 Feb '02

26 Feb '02

Good late night/early morning to you all, I noticed something tonight. I went to see Lord of the Rings again with some friends, because I do not feel I was in a very good frame of mind the last time I saw it (coming off trains then a flight from Gatwick to Atlanta to Mobile does not make for a good movie-viewing mood). I actually really enjoyed it this time, and the editing didn't seem so bad. Anyway. I got home and realized that my friend Josh had cleaned up the living room. This thrills me to no end, because there is not much better in life than a clean habitat. I think Stacey's mother would agree with me on this. However, the real difference was the lights. When I first moved into this house 20 or so months ago, the main light source in the living room came from the irregularly shaped bulbs from the overhead light/fan. The fan never worked. Anyway, those bulbs eventually died, and they broke. I couldn't replace them. So I moved to the two lamps in the room. This was a great feeling and it made everything different. When I came back from the UK this christmas, my friends had not only rearranged the furniture, but they took out the broken lamps and lit the entire room with white, small christmas lights in the icicle formation. This was very exciting as well. I just loved it. However, these strands of lights have slowly been dying over the past few weeks, and a change was needed. They all died tonight, and when I got home, had been replaced with one of those lights with a handle and an extension chord used for moving about in the attic. This excites me. Interestingly enough, tonight, the bathroom light died as well. One attempt at...using the facilities...lit only by a zippo-knock-off lighter failed. So my friend changed BOTH light bulbs instead of the one we've been using for so long. Now the bathroom is lit very brightly and shaving was much more fun. It really is the small things in life, isn't it? Trying desperately to find my Duran Duran Greatest Hits CD, -Matt P.S. Something like this may not warrant a sinister post, but after a night of frustrating Claw Machine battles and a string of lovely posts, I felt the need to do something (and not sleep). P.P.S. Does the second season of Twin Peaks depress anyone else? _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Airplanes, Gusty Winds, and Summersaults
by Carly 26 Feb '02

26 Feb '02

Dear Sinister, This is my first post so bare with me...We went to our flying lessons (I go to a private school, and during Febuary we get to all these really neat things instead of having regular school.), and I was excited and all cause it was only my second lesson. But, it was very windy and every time I tried to pilot the plane i would start to turn in some awkward way, in made my stomach do summersaults. In those little two seater planes, the wind just tosses them around sometimes. The good thing was that I flew next to my friend and we talked over the radio. We flew to an amusment park, and it looked soo great. When we were heading back my friend did a spin to the ground that was just incredible (I was so proud of her!). that was the good part of my day. Later on I made some girls laugh, which I usually can't do. It's weird, I used to try to be all funny to them, but now their sense of humor doesn't seem very mature to me, so making them laugh wasn't very satisfying. Then the girls started talking about what they are going to wear tomorrow when we go to an islamic center. I don't think they have anything else to talk about. I feel sorry for them. I don't think they really care too much about what they're going to wear, they just need something to fill up thier time with. Then my (i don't want to say "my best friend" cause she's not, well not exactly, so i'll just call her "applejuice", cause that's what we call eachother sometimes), so applejuice asks me to come and watch her card trick that one of the pilots taught her. We had a good time talking while she did her card trick. But then I started being funny, i guess, and applejuice thought I was so funny and all, I was just being a little sil! ! ly. Anyways, I'm sitting there with someone who's, like falling off thier chair laughing, and I'm just sitting there, it wasn't all too great. And there's the guy, I haven't really told anyone about him, I wasn't sure if I should tell anyone, cause at school, they'd probably just point at him every time he walked by, just to emberass me...anyways, here's the story (it's not too long)- It was at dance class (he took a two week dance class with me and a couple of other friends). We were practicing this really goofy dance, so everyone was all happy and in a good mood. We started talking and we ended up talking for a really long time. We laughed soo much, I connected with him so much better than I usually do with people. But it only lasted a day, i think it was only because we're from different social groups. And ever since then I've had this fantasticly stupid crush on him. For me, if I am friends with a guy then it's cool, but once I start liking him I act all girly and stupid,! ! and I want to stop acting all giry and stupid, but it's hard. So with most guys i give up on them cause i've acted like such a dork in front of them. but I don't want to give up on this guy, I really really like him. here's what I'll do, i'll set a goal, I usually don't, but I could use something to aim for. I'm going to try to have another great day with him in the next week, no two weeks. gosh, I hope this lasts more than just a day! I hope everyone is doing well. I also wanted to thank all of you who have been writing such beautiful posts, they're great to read at the end of a not-so-beautiful day, cheers, Carly ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/web/. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: frosty love
by Bron 26 Feb '02

26 Feb '02

this evening it's snowing. usually, i hate the snow. but it's not bad, not this time. i walked in it tonight. i strolled actually. i smiled and felt bad for all those people driving cars...because they had no idea what they were missing out on in the fresh open nighttime air. this evening. in my portable cd player i had a mixed trance cd my ex-boyfriend made for me just recently. track 5 is a tranced-out version of a song i remember from high school: 'ordinary world', i forget who sang it, it's a nostalgic song for me...i taped it randomly off the radio one day back in the 90's, and played it over and over again, till i taped over it. and then high school was over. this morning. my ex-boyfriend stole my heart and left me with a true love for techno about two years ago. we've talked on occasion since he left me, but not recently (except for when he randomly gave me this cd of his finest mixing work) so this morning, on my way to my first class, i was feeling light, i knew the sun was more inside my eyes than in the sky, and out of nowhere he drove by. i saw him see me as i biked down the sidewalk...i felt beautiful. he hasn't loved me for a long time. but for the first time, it was fine for me not to love him. for the first time, i loved myself...without him. return to this evening. tonight as the snow fell, it was perfect. ~~~dreadful word: "perfect" ~~~so i'll try not to use it again, but for the sake of this post, i'll use it just this once. my old lover's techno played in my ears, the falling of the cold wetness felt like kisses on my face, the massive white fingers of the bowing tree branches were begging gravity to lend them down just a little more...just to touch the ground in which they've been so curious about since the sky is all they've truly known, the uniformity of the ground of which the tree branches cursed me for stepping on...just because i could, the peace i breathed beneath my skin. random note of the day. in my class on monday and wednesday evenings there's a quiet boy who sits across the room. he's slightly pudgy, has fire red hair, a pink face, and wears a john mellencamp t-shirt on occasion. i wasn't impressed with him at all until tonight. he didn't do anything extraordinary, he just sat there as always. but i appreciated him. i don't know why. i just did. tonight it was frosty. tonight there was love. ---your mountain mama sweetheart X ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: richard cottyn vs jonathan david
by amy.longcore＠ch.novartis.com 26 Feb '02

26 Feb '02

I know ken's a punner Well, we're all punners too Richard, Even you It's always as if we're being set up for more There've been worse puns in this world >From worse than archel and cottyn and chu I was the pun to your normal statement Just a thing Well I thought about this Then richard came 'round and punned all day I thought he disliked puns but somehow I was wrong I know chu doesn't mean to sound gay But it's ok It's not like he'll be thwarted It's not like he'll never be rubbed And he'll DDR for you he'll hold your glands (hold out your glands) You'll be chus' pun bitch There's no other way And I will lick ken someday Well chus' puns have grown on her Well richard likes puns too Now Archel, so do you It's not as if you are a punning whore There are worse things in this world There's still room on chus' punning horse for two We were cottyn to your richard, Just a thing Visions of puns recollected Will I ever get to rub chu? I know that I haven't it's time for chu to go! It's all in the puns that he wrote I want chu to know It's not like Richard Cottyn Will never know pun love And sini will smile on you We'll fall like sand (fall like sand) We'll have pun fun there's no other way People say that puns are really strange Puns are so strange But we'll laugh Chu and her are no pun haters They will be funny then they'll sign off Funny then they'll sign off sorry, amy +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: life is beautiful
by Scott Neiss 26 Feb '02

26 Feb '02

As if from a lucid dream, I�m emerging from a weekend of perfection with renewed hope and gratitude. When my brother lost his corporate job a few weeks ago, I offered to fly him out to Seattle from rural Wisconsin (of all places). Separated by geography, tastes, lifestyle, education�he and I have mostly neglected our relationship since we were young children. As a teenager, I suppose I was guilty of all the nasty things so typical of older brothers�ridicule, teasing, and competition. He lived his life and I mine. Sure, we�d exchange a few emails and see each other a few days a year�and everything was fine, but we were simply too caught up in our separate realities and the gap was too great. This has all changed. We should have been twins. From the moment he arrived, we could so effortlessly and freely speak about anything. His perception of the world is, at its core, the same as mine. He lives from the heart. He�s an idealist. A romantic. An artist. A bohemian who has been deeply scarred by a reality that does not align with his soul. His emotional, spiritual, and intellectual intelligence far exceeds his experience and position in life. Imagine, my bro, an evening-and-weekend techno artist (DJ Fuse) from small-town Wisconsin, opening himself up to all that Seattle has to offer. Like a sponge, he spent the entire past several days absorbing everything�listening, observing, but more importantly sharing. We so easily judge each other�we condemn friends, strangers, and family. Yet when we become mature and open enough, we understand that everything is okay. We are all connected and everyone is truly okay. How deeply saddening it is that ideas, values, morals, positions, whatever�should get in the way of human relationships. This is especially true with family. Nothing is so important that it should come between family. So after a night out with my wife and brother in Queen Anne�followed by a walk on a misty Saturday night by the Space Needle, we cranked Rufus Wainwright (I'd already listened to too much B&S during the weekend) while driving home to our apartment. When we had finally arrived at 1:30, none of us had intentions of going to bed. Several hours later, we found ourselves listening to The Beattles, burning incense, and savoring a 1968 Tokaj Konac that we picked up in Slovakia and had been saving for the perfect moment. 1968 was a significant year in Czechoslovak history. It was the year of Prague Spring�during which revolution was ended with tanks sent from Russia. How perfect, we thought, that farmers in Czechoslovakia in 1968 may have been listening to Strawberry Fields on a summer evening during harvest�and now, there we were, in Seattle 34 years later�still hoping and burning for a social and political revolution just as they had. Well, maybe we couldn�t change the world that night, but by 5:00 AM we had changed our lives. We laughed, we loved, we celebrated life�and we woke up at noon, watched a French movie, and felt absolutely no regrets, no awkwardness, and not even a headache. So, as I write this today, my wife is on a plane halfway to Detroit for a business trip, my brother will be returning to a rather miserable reality tomorrow, and I�m finding it impossible to transition into yet another boring, common day at a job that slowly kills me. We will all pay a price for this weekend, but for a few days we were truly alive. Sorry this message is kind of...heavy. I just felt like sharing... __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.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: such a stellar monument to loneliness
by lindsey baker 25 Feb '02

25 Feb '02

hello sinister. all right. i have been whining and whatnot about this for ages, and tried it once. to no avail. but sitting here in the newsroom yet again, i feel like giving it all another go, and expecting no replies. not to steal any thunder from miss amazing amy applejacks' amazing midwestern shindig, i propose (again) to double the heartland shenanigans and have another picnic. and again, i shall propose it to take place in the amazing nebraska area in an effort to drag everyone to me, really, but also to convince the many people of the world that nebraska is, in fact, not one big cornfield after all. (think about it; lincoln is halfway between mandee and kirsten! halfway between mandee and bron! and directly to me! comecomecome!) write back (off-list, of course) if you have any interest or non-interest, or any other non-picnic interesting things to say. also, thanks to whoever crush voted me. i love those; they make me happy, and ever-so-hopeful that romeo is only late, not dead. love and fatalistic picnic planning (and really amazing amounts of boredom), lindseyannelou _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Starshine
by JENOWL22＠aol.com 25 Feb '02

25 Feb '02

Hewwo, My spyder. Is here in my room and being all spyder like. I got her, and my mum let me and didn't pull out or anything. Her name is Bessie, she's a girl ( not 100% sure, but her abdomen's pretty big so its pretty likely) she's a Curly Hair tarantula and she's only a quarter grown so she's just little. One day though she'll grow up all big and strong. She's so tiny, sometimes she'll be playing and she'll cling round my fingertip with her little legs, and even the crickets she eats are so tiny, and a bit mingy. They sometimes make noise during the night, and they make my skin crawl to look at. She's so fast too, I fed her a cricket and she just looked at it wandering along and then suddenly out of nowhere she jumped on it and played with it because she's a clever little sweetheart then she killed it and wrapped it up in silk for later. I wish she would eat skittles instead, but if I feed her those she might die and I don't really want that. She spends a lot of time hiding under a little log that I got for her to make a hideyhole from. I think it's cause she's too small for the tank still, cause the tank's for a fully grown tarantula and not a little babby like her. She's never bit me yet either, not that it wouldn't be swell to go into school with tarantula bites just like if I was an explorer in the jungle. But I'm glad she hasn't bit me, because I want for us to be friends. Me and Bessie and Bessie and me. And bubbles the fish too, so he won't get jealous. We can be Jen's family, and have adventures once bubbles gets round to building his robot fish suit. We had snow at the weekend. Oh, and I got into university to be a dentist. Well, it's a conditional, because I have to get four A's and a B first, but it's still pretty swell. Even though I'm not a big genius type so I'll have to work till I'm nearly dead, but it'll be very much worth it if I can manage it. We had the fertility awareness people come to our school, which happens to be catholic. They told us that if you have sex before you're about 20 then you'll get cancer, if you go on the pill you'll get cancer for definate, and if that doesn't get you then you'll get blood clots from nowhere, condoms are 40% effective, even if you use the pill and condoms you will still get pregnant, everyone who has sex before marriages has at least 1 STD and is on drugs, if you have sex before you're married then you are dirty and your friends and family and god will hate you, the rhythm method is foolproof, AIDS can eat through condoms. And she also told us there was no point because under 20's are too irresponsible to pop a pill every day or put on a condom, so of course you should use the rhythm method as it is much easier to chart out your mentrual cycle. And this priest gave us a mass about how you should never masturbate because its evil and god will get you and you shouldn't have sex with animals and that god made Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve so gays are evil. Pig. So I informed the lady who came to talk to us that she was mental, and she was just ever so slightly talking blah and she said what do you mean I've used the rhythm method all my life, and I said how many kids do you have and she said 5 and I said I rest my case the only reason the church approves the rhythm method is because it doesnt work and I said that no wonder there were so many teen pregnancies most of them were probably catholic girls who'd been to one of her talks, and that the whole thing especially what the priest said was mokeish and she defended the priest and I said that the priest was probably either bitter because he wasn't getting any, or feeling guilty because he'd just had a fly one and no wonder so many priest turned out to be child abusers and she said if I said one more word she'd throw me out and I said if she said one more word of her mental rubbish i'd leave and then she beed quiet so I won yay. No offense to any catholics on sinister, but my school is just a bit mental. One of the hard kids who never got expelled for nearly killing me when I had to get operations and all that internal bleeding got expelled later on for skipping mass or something. One time I got spat on for having on the catholic school uniform when I was 12 and it was scary, being as I'm not even one of them. I think my parents weren't very happy being as both are, and my mum used to be a nun and everything. I just hate my school, you walk in and this wave of despair hits you, and even though you can't see it you know there's at least ten kids getting beat up for their lunch money and some 11 year olds smoking in the loos and some girl sitting on the toilets crying because the RE was screaming about how gays were going to hell, and she fancies a girl in the year above her, or you can see all the crucifixes glaring at you, a dead jesus in every room nailed to a bit of wood, which isn't the world's most fluffy thing to look at. Which is why I have to escape, because the big rebellion I've got going on in my head is getting tired and I'm not going to change anything so I should run as fast and as far as I can before all the hate and fear and ganging up on people and hardness and coldness and mentalness grabs me and pulls me down and I spend the rest of my life feeling guilty and bitter and dirty the way I did after that sex talk thing. It's like this big prison, and all I have to do is get the grades I need and I can maybe dig a tunnel under the floor and go out and away and forget any of it ever happened and pretend that the hard kids never existed, and the teachers were actually really really nice and friendly, and no one got brainwashed or hurt or damaged and no one ever feared god. I woke up this morning and I felt like i'd been all over america ever though I hadn't. I hope B&S play new york, not because it's anywhere near me, but just because I think it would be nice for them. Ah, I'm being all depressing. Last week was long and many many things of badness happened. One of them NOT being my spider though. She's swell. Hugs, Jen (or Jenny which people have taken to making my name. Not Jaz though, she calls me captain.) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: i'm not going anywhere, but i don't care, i think that's FINE
by Kirsten Kenyon 25 Feb '02

25 Feb '02

i must not have been fully awake as i drove to school this morning. all i could make out were vague shapes, outlines of cars and trees and golden arches through the heavy snow and through my eyelashes, as my eyes refused to open completely until i was about a mile from the university, at which point i found that i was staring at the grimy rear end of a silver tank mounted on a truck. the tank's contents were made clear by the lettering on the back (assuming, of course, that the tank contained MILK and not "up yours"), and soon i was considering what a delightful piece of video footage it might make if i were to accidentally crash into the milk truck. snowflakes, grey exhaust and a surging, bubbling wave of cold white milk rushing over my windshield. it would have gone quite well with the music playing, and the mental image of smooth milk and broken glass was something shockingly exquisite until i realized that the tank was made of steel and my car is a piece of crap, and i would surely lose consciousness on impact and miss the whole thing. so i turned up the radio and passed the truck, sped up the hill and parked outside westview hall. a westview, a northview, and a southview, all bleak panoramas of drab rooftops and gravel pits. there's no eastview, because east is just a parking lot. i was carefully making my way up the icy steps when i heard something terrible. i noticed a tiny trickle of something running past my feet. i doubt it was milk. i looked up to see a scrawny, snowflake-studded boy seated at the top of the steps, hugging his knees, his narrow shoulders shaking at the pitiful noises he made as he vomited down the steps of westview at 7:58 on a monday morning. i felt last night's vodka stirring in my stomach and came dangerously close to joining him, but when my mouth opened, all that came out was "jesus." i handed in my research paper about illiteracy in america and spent about forty five minutes watching pierre's adam's apple slide up and down as he rattled off a monotone monologue about mla citation procedures, vital information i thought we had all learned in the eighth grade. i nodded from time to time. i drew beautiful ladies and tapdancing ice cream cones and milk trucks and adam's apples in my notebook. some guy inquired as to pierre's office hours, and he practically jumped out of his nine-weeks-from-retirement skin as he eagerly recited the hours. the girl next to me, peering at pierre over the heavy, black rims of her glasses, leaned over and whispered, "oh my god, look how excited he is." and i nodded, because he was obviously immensely pleased that someone was showing interest in an out of class consultation, but i felt just awful because someday i'll probably be nine weeks from retirement, wearily reciting pages of the mla handbook to snotty college students who vomit on monday mornings and wouldn't think twice about wasting milk. no matter how many times you repeat the rules, there's always one dope who neglects to alphabetize his works cited page. love kirsten Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 in the u.s.s.a
by stacey dahling 25 Feb '02

25 Feb '02

I woke up this morning with the biggest reality hangover. I am no longer in Greece. I am not even in London. I am in my tiny, constricting childhood bedroom in Johnston, Rhode Island. It is 6 a.m. and my dad can be heard quietly getting ready for work and his pre-work daily church visit. My mom is still snoring, but within minutes will be up fluttering around the house, cleaning things that are not dirty, making my waking hours miserable. I dont think living at home has ever been worse. Its a combination of things, really. First off, I havent lived at home in... years. Secondly, Ive just returned from the most free, independent living situation ever. And Im acutely aware at all times that I should still be in this situation, if it were not for overzealous customs officials and possibly Fate, who has a sick sense of humor. In addition to this, I believe my mother has gotten more anal, if this is in fact possible. This is a woman who rushes over to the kitchen sink after you have used it so she can wipe it dry; its stainless steel and must be preserved so it maintains its gleam, see. No sooner had I set foot off the bus and hopped into her car than she was matter-of-factly informing me that I am not allowed to leave the house unless my room is immaculately clean. And there has already been an inspection. An INSPECTION! I was home a total of two days before I had to escape to western Massachusetts to visit my old stomping grounds. Before I left, my mom came into my room and almost had a heart attack when she saw the disarray of my SHOES in the CLOSET. Apparently, each pair should be lined up perfectly and symmetrically. Youve got to be kidding. No. When I returned last night I discovered she hadnt stopped there. After I left, she came in my room and rearranged things. She even took the bath towel I had draped over the door handle for drying and quick access and hung it in the closet, on a hanger, like a nice pair of trousers. Ack! My reality hangover is especially horrid because I fell asleep last night after spending hours getting gloriously giddy looking at trip photos and giving them silly captions. (These photos are, incidentally, online and ready for your perusal at two locations: http://photos.yahoo.com/dahling007 under the album labelled sinister - also includes previous sini photos, so forgive me if youve seen em. Or www.geocities.com/dahling007/photos10.htm has silly captions, but may take awhile to load and sometimes is down I got a little tear in my eye seeing Kens graceful bowling release and Nicks hip-swaying Elvis karaoke number. Dont fret. I dont intend to make this an enormous trip wrap-up reporting back post like last time I was in the UK. Because now that I am back in the land of isolated listees with no picnic potentials, I can again sympathize with the jealousy and misery these posts can produce. Suffice it to say, I had a fantastic time and met loads of wonderful people who have truly become my friends. And I miss them terribly. It was especially nice because it was a UK visit I was not exactly planning. I had eight days to pack all my things and reassemble my life after learning I was being forced to leave Greece. So each activity was unexpected and none disappointed. Karaoke, bowling, ice skating, beach huddles, arcade games and lots and lots of drinking - all did wonders taking my mind off the not-so-pleasant realities of my situation. But of course, now I can no longer avoid them. I managed to, for the weekend. I talked my mom into letting me borrow my dads brand new car - even though I am not insured and havent been behind the wheel for 10 months; quite a feat, eh? - and sped away to Northampton. Seeing old work colleagues and sources was more gratifying than I thought possible. No one was expecting to see me. They were all shocked. And thrilled! People jumped out of their seats and ran up to hug me. I was pulled in every which way; everyone wanted to hear what had happened to me. I felt so loved. Really. It was touching. I went to the police station and courthouse, where I had spent so much time hobnobbing with cops and criminals alike, and was met with a similar reception. I almost cried. We like to think the relationships we make on the job are real ones, but are often disappointed to learn that they disintegrate almost as soon as we leave. But this was not the case at all. Even the waitress at the lunch place across the street remembered my order. Also awaiting me at the newspaper was a letter from a man who had been the subject of an article I had written shortly before leaving. He was a brain injury patient who had been struggling for five years to leave a rehabilitation center where he had been placed for a temporary visit. All he wanted was to come home. But the government wouldnt let him. It was a sad story, because the guy had so much hope, and I had to dash it all by contacting the government and finding out he had absolutely no chance of ever getting out. Well, turns out my article changed that. Apparently, some senator read the thing and got so upset he advocated on this guys behalf, and he has now been released. He wrote my editor, saying: It is recommended that Stacey Shackford receives a substantial raise in pay. She did a wonderful job writing a story about my struggles with the state. It worked and Ill be moving to Pittsfield. Im a happy man. Thank you, Stacey. Aww! There is no greater reward than that, really. The short trip did wonders cheering me up about being back home. I saw old friends, went to our old bar and laughed until my sides hurt as a sports boy with an overpowering Boston accent ranted about how hed rather have sex with chicken than a man. I went ice skating, shopping and gossiping with a girlfriend. I had breakfast at an authentic sugar shack, where my pancakes were smothered with maple syrup ladled directly out of the cauldron boiling with sap dripping in from the trees. I had coffee with my favorite professor and idol, who gushed over me and suggested we collaborate for an article on comparative media ethics for an academic journal. (I also had a mini Sinister meet-up, with the lovely Andreea, and spent nearly three hours talking non-stop about the bunch of you! Ha.) And then I returned here. And what awaits me but a week that promises to be full of stress and anxiety as I do laundry, run errands, begin the job and loan search and try not to kill my parents. Sigh. I guess I shouldnt complain too terribly because at least there is an end in sight. In August, I shall be returning to Glasgow, and there I will stay for at least a year. I will be reunited with all my wonderful new friends. I will once again be free. But until then.. oh, it will be torture. And motivation to get my ass in gear and make sure it all happens. Oh yes. Anyway.. thats about it on this front. Thanks to everyone who was so spectacularly supportive during my difficult time. And to those who entertained me/put up with me while I was in Sinisterland. Huge hugs and kisses and ghetto shout-outs to yall. MWAH! ~dahling ps: I seem to remember Ms. Kara Jean putting a call out for any Boston-area listees who might fancy a pre-show meet-up. Im not sure if theres been a response (I havent actually read the list in a month, admittedly) but there should be! Im game. And theres a UMass-Dartmouth boy who better be getting his ass there as well. And I bet there are more. Anyway.. if Kara Jean hasnt volunteered her services as picnic mummy, I will. pps: apologies to all those to whom I owe email. eventually. _________________________________________________________________ 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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