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Sinister: Waldo has been shot...and he's all over my doughnuts
by Matthew Henderson 19 Feb '02

19 Feb '02

It's that time of the year again. I've looked everywhere. It is now official. This entire city has run out of my cigarettes. I'm a bit upset about that. I just don't know what to do. My grandfather was in town this weekend. I went with him to the Pensacola Naval Aviation museum today. I like planes, but I just couldn't shake this awful feeling, like they were trying to sell me something. I don't know. It all reeks of propaganda. Am I too cynical? He told me some interesting things about my mom as well. Her current life anyway. I know so little about my mother, and she lives only five minutes away. It's funny how, growing up, people can seem so indestructible, so noble, so perfect. I always saw my mom like that. I recall when I knew my father was less than perfect, and when they were divorced, I just assumed it was my father's fault, and my mother was an innocent victim. However, in the past few months, I have noticed some interesting slips in her personality. She always puts on this whole fake persona for me, which I guess makes sense. My father told me she smokes this past christmas, and my sister thought I was an idiot for not knowing. Am I just trying to cover it up? It doesn't really bother me, and I haven't really thought about it much, but I do find it interesting. Now I come to find out that she's been fucking some married guy. This reeks of trouble. She also called up my dad's fiancee and went off on her for using him for his money and whatever. My mother, the epitome in my life of control, is slipping. I suppose it's slightly damaging to my psyche in some way. I don't know. It only seems to make me more cynical about people and the world around me. First, one finds out the government actually <gasps> lies, and to an insane degree. Next, the parents get divorced and one's hopes for true love and blah blah blah are shattered. Anyway, the list goes on and on. I find it fascinating to try to go back and trace the major plot points of my life that developed me as the person I am now. I was watching Seinfeld today, and Jerry began showing emotions. "what is this salty discharge?" I haven't really felt that salty discharge in a while. I have a feeling it is all going to come flooding back though. Later. A lot later. In more exciting news, I read Andrew's post about going to Glasgow, and he mentioned Stevie's welcoming students to Glasgow. Since I'm going in March (10-14 ladies and germs, line up to meet me!), and I have nothing really to do there (aside from hopefully meeting up with a few extra lovely sinisters), I think I might just follow it. Why not I say. Oh, and sweetie, avert your eyes, I'm going to talk about gigs. It seems me and my trusty sidekick are taking a mother road trip (for us, anyway) and driving to Detroit, then Chicago, then Atlanta. Aaah, it feels nice to be obsessed with something. It almost gives me a sense of purpose. Anyhow, I hope to see a few of you there. What is it about doughnuts? This powerful force that drives me to get out of bed in the middle of the night, drive down to Krispy Kreme, pull up to that drive thru, and order two tasty chocolate covered creme filled doughnuts. MMMM. I'm getting hungry. My lovely friend Sara sent me my first ever mixtape! It's terribly exciting and addicting. Now I see the true brilliance in Laura's Mix Tape Challenge. I think I caught a Sudden Death (the Van Damme one) reference in the game NHL 2002 the other day. I can't confirm it, but I'm relatively sure. Last item. A friend of mine (who will read this) went on a date of sorts Saturday night. He came over at about 1:30 and as he walked in the door, the first thing he said was "she's a fucking creed fan." But apparently she's quite hot, so I asked him if he would continue seeing her. "I don't know, it would sort of just be for shallow reasons." This leads to a practical question. One asked many many many times before, but is hot tail worth listening to Creed? Or at least associating with someone who likes Creed? A boy band/spears fan is alright. They find it fun. But a creed fan, she must find something stimulating on an 'intellectual' level from it. Is this a bad sign? Also, I had a cheesy 80's lovesong mix cd, but I can't find it. I need to make a new one, but BETTER. One that I could play at a party, and perhaps slow dance with mandee to. ;) Any suggestions would be much appreciated. Signing off, -Matt _________________________________________________________________ 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: as for me, i wish that i was anywhere, with anyone, making out.
by lindsey baker 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

hello sinister. i saw him for the first time in six months on valentine's day, of all days. i decided that day to walk myself and my miniskirt right on out of poetry class at the break. i tightened my scarf around my throat, and snapped up my red jacket. i had to have a bit of v-day glory, i thought, to balance out the all-black attire i had chosen for the godforsaken day. i left the building, walked into the february air that for some reason feels more like late march. early spring. when things are supposed to breathe and lift up and out of their hiding places. but i know it's still winter and still february because everything is shrouded. i decided i'd finally break down and buy my first pack of fags. nobody likes a bummer, really, and i can only charm so many cigarettes out of people with my flashing eyes and teeth. i don't know why i smoke them, really. maybe it's to look cool, to be a part of the scene. i have written that i like the dizzy feeling they leave me with, like i have just kissed a forbidden boy, and my chest is tight and heaving with restraint. but the boys taste better. i started the walk from campus to downtown, the first time i had ever ditched in the middle of a class to walk somewhere. i suppose somehow since the diagnosis i feared my feet wouldn't work for long enough to carry me that far; they did. i called paul to tell him why i had been crying eariler that day when i ran into him coming out of the union. the tears were still stinging, and he told me i was too worried, too silly. and too good, besides. and i walked in circles along the sidewalks, streets of cobblestone of which downtowns in nebraska are so fond. i walked past the photography shop where i bought black and white film for my photo class, past the coffee shop where mandee and i defiled a bathroom (well, really mandee. but that's just because she's a delinquent like that.) and i retrudged half the path i walked with the boy about a month ago. actually, exactly a month ago tomorrow. and then. about a block away from the cigarette shop. i saw him. trying to get my attention, waving his hand and grinning like we had just parted ways that morning for class. i told paul goodbye, and closed my mobile, and cried as i ran to him, saying that on that day, of all days, i should see him. he always gave me good, long hugs. and he did then. he asked me how i was, and we attempted, feebly, to catch each other up on lives led apart and away and together. we sought each other, then, for the people we knew, but i think we came up with new people. haunted people. i told him i had been asking about him. but had heard nothing. he told me he didn't do drugs anymore. and i cried again. he walked with me, told me what he was doing, that he was happy. i told him about this summer, about my confusion with the way things are. he told me he had dropped out of college, was working and reading and in love with a girl. i told him i was jealous of him. and then he told me he was getting married, and for a moment or two, there on the street, i wondered why he wasn't marrying me. next month, he said, and the two of them are going to the justice of the peace. he walked to the cigarette shop with me, and directed me to the french kind he always used to smoke when he went out with me. for a long time, i looked only at his mouth, and thought how his life was so governed by it, and how, for a while, it had governed my life, too. we walked to his car, a new one, and knew then that we were parting again. i didn't want it to really be the last time, and maybe it won't be. but it was the end, then, of something, and he held me for too long and not long enough, just like he always did. he apologized for ever being a burden to me. and i told him he never was. that i loved him. that i still love him. and he said he loved me. and that i was amazing. and then. he was gone. i took the damn pink lenses away from my eyes, so they wouldn't get streaked with mascara. i didn't know when i would stop crying, then. i walked back to the paper without my glasses, and for the first time in a few weeks, i really saw. i used to always say to marc that i believed in the cliche. it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. in the last few weeks, i said damn the cliche, because it isn't true. love is overrated, right? and who needs it. not me. so there. it is better to have always been alone, to never know what it is to love, especially when the love will some day be taken away. i didn't think i could really live with a heart so broken. but then. i saw him. and i knew this valentine's day that i really had loved marc the way he wanted me to all along. we both knew it thursday, and i was glad of it. i remember last year he told me if he had money, i would have had flowers and candy and all manner of crap valentine's day items. but because he was poor, all he could give me was that he thought of me always, and i was never alone. and i told him that was enough. and it was. and it still is. and even if i never have love for long, or miss it when i do have it, it is better, after all, to have had it at all, even in its smallest measure. message to bron: love, my suggestion for you is to ditch class and take your worldly backpack for a walk through the nearest downtown area. not a remedy for living life the way you are supposed to, but certainly a temporary band-aid for the wounds of the real fucking world. someday, we'll wish we did have someone around to tell us how everything works, because figuring it out for ourselves just hurts too much. love, lindseylou _________________________________________________________________ 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: mighty thirsty aren't we
by Bron 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

it's like a bad movie or bad karma striding headfirst in a direction blind getting so far and not feeling accomplishment nature girl's in college cuz she was told it was best she doesn't know what she wants but she does know a diploma is what the world wants it'll give her freedom someday she knows it but she feels like she's an attraction at a zoo caged tired don't let small children feed her (grr) setting: history of communications 201 class "what is he talking about?" "god, he's dry...i wish he wouldn't try to sound enthusiastic, it just makes it worse..." i look down at my backpack stains cover the bottom of it it's been over the Pacific Ocean it's been on countless trains it's been carried up mountain tops it's been thrown in a tent on an island surrounded by water wherein the distance one could see unknown women washing their daily laundry and now look at it sitting in a corner of a classroom not gathering stains racking up miles not by going distances but by bouncing back n forth from home to class like a fuckin ping pong ball "....somethin somethin somethin...mass media," my prof stammers out of his pointy chicagoan- accented mouth. MASS MEDIA ~~~oooohhhh the word sends shivers down my spine~~~ how did i ever convince myself to get this far? setting: back in my room on my computer writing a tart post... well. i'm gonna eat some processed food now, full of preservatives and artificial flavoring. my sincere apologies for not being optimistic this morning. you know how it goes though, when ya just can't figure out what you want and you're already 3 years into a 4 year mess... it's like getting smashed at a party and realizing you would have rather gone bowling with your grandma instead. HERE'S AN ATTEMPT AT MAKING THIS A HAPPIER POST: :-D i'll work it out! everythin will be okay! smile! jesus loves you! buddha loves you even more! and then there's your mom and she's just a rocket of a gal...she loves you too! we all love you!!!! ahhh dear me great i feel better.... well, my delimma isn't really gone but, right. i wish you all the best o luck in all your endeavors this week. much love, ---your mountain mama sweetheart X come and sit on my knee twist around my back and fall off the bench tumble till you stop and laugh again sunshine shadows glisten in your eyes it's coming, love and so are you ***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: My first time
by fbrito＠magnasistemas.com.br 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

It was October, last year. I can't remember the day now, I think it was 18. But I'm sure it was a Friday. On that day I fell in love. It's not easy for me to say that, specially me, a macho latino guy (just kidding, guys, just kidding!). But yes, I saw them... and now I'm in love! And I'm damn straight! How is that possible?! There was Sarah, but the rest of them are men! I think I was lucky for Isobel didn't come to Brazil, cos she's really cute! I wonder what might have happend if I saw her... But she was afraid to fly... you know the story. So she never came to Brazil. It's funny, cause just a few weeks later she went to Japan, and I don't think she went on a boat! Never mind... let bygones be bygones. I was talking about falling in love with a band. Then there I was. Alone, for none of my friends like or even know them. First I saw Grandaddy, later on I shed some tears listening to superb Sigur Rós. And then I saw Stuart and the rest of them. It was like the Beatles were back on stage! I've never seen or heard anything like that. People went crazy! And I'm sure the guys in the band were impressed with all that frenzy! And I couldn't help smiling back to Stuart every time he smiled at me (I was in the first row, right in front of him!) He was wearing a very old Smiths t-shirt, and he was a bit amazed with the return from the audience. The funny part was when he tried to say some words in portuguese. He took one of those phrase books, and started speaking, in an awkward portuguese, things like "Tem uma camisinha? Nao? Entao nao da." ("Do you have a condom? No? So we can't do it."). It was comic! And then the climax, when they played Mutantes and Legal Man. I don't know if I have ever been that happy in my whole life. On the cab, heading home, I had that huge smile on my face! I think the driver was afraid I was stoned! But I was in love. It was love at the first sight. And I was so happy for I had found out that it was possible, that someone could fall in love with only one glance! Since then I've never stopped looking for B&S stuff, I've bought all of their LPs and EPs, I've seen every TV shows were there was even only a slight mention of them. And I'm looking forward to watch the "B&S episode" of Gilmore Girls, which is shown a few weeks later here. And now I have you sinisterians, you seem to be beautiful, wonderful people (I'm sure you are!), and I hope I find new friends in some of you. - - - I'm Fernando, from Sao Paulo, Brazil. I'm 24 years old. I share a flat with two other room mates. I left mom's house in 1999 to live my own life. I work as a programmer. I LOOOOOOOVE dancing. I like indie music and indie clubs. And now you guys will turn green with envy... I HAVE MY OWN DDR MACHINE!!! Well in fact it's not mine, it belongs to my korean room mate, but it's in my flat and I can use it any time I want! And I'm not going any further with my introduction, I don't think that's the way it works. I must admit I'm struggling to prevent myself from doing so, but it would be a very, very biased introduction. So I leave it to you, take you own conclusions. Ciao! Fernando Brito +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 can smell the coffee, why can't you?
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

well, the university network is down AGAIN. am compelled to type random sentences... may self-destruct with boredom otherwise. ian (or was it st peter?) wrote: as the buddha once said "fuck me with a long hot baguette, i'm buggered if i know what's going on". which sums it all up really. i'm reading 'zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance' at the moment, which means that i can be found sitting lost in thought on the train every morning with a furrow as deep as the grand canyon between my brows. is it, i wonder, possible to STOP THINKING? i know hannah brown was going to give it up for lent - let me know how you manage hannah. i'm sure there's an interesting zen point to be made about the process of trying to obtain belle and sebastian tickets. it stands to reason that something so complicated must contain the meaning of the universe within it somewhere. personally, i decided to prove to myself that i am not a sad obsessed fan by, er, not buying a ticket. didn't work - now i'm just a sad, obsessed, GRUMPY fan who's �20 better off. i just noticed, however, that i've got a whole WEEK AND A HALF off work at easter, and have formulated a vague plan to head up to scotland, whore myself around glasgow a bit, and then somehow acquire a ticket for edinburgh. whaddya think? the lovely featherboa made me feel less alone in my phone phobia, which was nice. i wonder if imagining the person on the end of the line naked works? or would it just make it much worse? toy stephen, the word is palindrome. the first words spoken by a human were in fact palindromic: 'madam, i'm adam'. (this is the kind of pointless game that keeps me busy for hours on end. i spent all morning (in a break from zen) doing cryptic crosswords and listening to a programme about whether pontius pilate really said 'what is truth'? not the best way to switch my mind off perhaps...) last night i did relax properly, or tried to, by putting one of those fizzy balls in a hot bath. but what they don't tell you is that as it dissolves it releases loads of petals and shit into the water, so you can't relax fully because you're worrying about how you're going to get all this floating matter out of the plughole later... sometimes i think i have enough free-floating anxiety to power a small country. luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.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: The boy with the Yassa Arafat
by Kenneth P Y Chu 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

Like archel I'm bored at work but instead of miss playforth's playing with words I decided to play with numbers instead, since that's the only thing that wouldn't get me arrested when I play with it... What's the inverse of a typo? Is it a reado? Well, thanks to Aruni I have discovered that I had made a readomatical error. When I said I'd lived 7955 days in my last post, I meant it. However later I misread myself, and thought I'd lived for 7995 days, trying to act 40 days older than I was. Thanks aruni for that, but THEN, I checked out my calculations again, and I realised that I had also made a "writo" as well.. whilst doing the addition on paper, I wrote down the number 240 rather than 204 and thus the whole calculation was wrong and I had in fact only lived 7919 days the last time I wrote, and my 8th millenium doesn't come until about three month's time, ah well. If my calculations aren't wrong this time (which it prolly is), my illusive big eight-oh-oh-oh jubilee is gonna be on 6th May this year - 5 days before B&S play in Chicago. My 21st Birthday occured on the 10th June of last year - 5 days before I saw B&S play for the first time ever in Glasgow. Are there some kind of strange correlations going on? I don't know for sure yet but we'll see. B&S Gigs and Red Bulls Ken (7923 days old today) p.s.: my 10,000 jubilee will arrive on the 27/10/2007, when I'll be 27! - freaky or what????! _________________________________________________________________ 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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Re: Sinister: i can smell the coffee, why can't you?
by Timothy Steven Moyle 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

i'll tell yer, you'll need a furrow as deep as the grand canyon to push a long bguette through. (bugger me that'll hurt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) then again the easiest way to chat on the phone is to think of him/her dressed in a teddybear suit asking 'if bears do shit in woods and wheres the bum zip?', it occassionally works, ive tried buit I guess thinking that in interviews may not work as I permently have a cheeky smile across my face even when answering a serious question, then again it'll stop you from thinking, but the other way to do phone calls is to stand in front of a window naked, it sounds silly, but you'll be more worried about people seeing you then the person on the other end of the phone...................................................................................do bears really shit in woods!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _________________________________________________________________ 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: my brother had confessed he was......subscribing
by Ben Apps 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

can I ask a favour? Aaaaaargghh! My little brother has declared his intention to swell the sinister ranks. This leaves me feeling more than a little uncomfortable. I just checked and he's in the nursery already, so hello Will! I suppose it's my own fault. If I hadn't plied him with B & S and talked about you lot so enthusiastically he never would have done it. But now he has and I can't and shouldn't stop him. It's just that I escape the trauma of my family by largely ignoring them. Sinister is my solace. At least it was! Maybe this development will turn about to be a good thing, forcing me to confront certain 'issues' in my life? I'll leave him to introduce himself in a couple of weeks when he's out of the nursery, but in the meantime, about that favour......he's got himself a ticket for the Manchester gig on the 2nd of April, but doesn't have anyone to go/meet up with. If anyone in the south Manchester/Stockport area doesn't mind chaperoning a cocky 17 year old (must be nice, must be nice) then you can get in touch with him at willhaigh(a)hotmail.com Archel - I think I may have your phone disorder too! But possibly a slightly different variation. I tend to be OK with work related calls, and speaking to strangers, but when I need to chat or discuss how I'm *feeling*, I have to make a list of bullet points or I just freeze. It's too early for a full diagnosis, but doctors fear I may be 'a boy'. What with the world tour coming up I had a dreadful thought the other day that they were planning on playing as many gigs as possible before (eek) splitting up! Paranoia or what? Bon voyage to RichJGillanders. We'll think of your departure as more of a comma than. a. full. stop. Email me if you're going to Copenhagen Email willhaigh(a)hotmail.com if you're going to Manchester Email Santa@theNorthPole if you've been good girls and boys ci ja Ben xXx _________________________________________________________________ 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: oh to see a show
by s. lord 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

-am very happy to finally be able to see a show - -while ticketmaster did try to be a little mean to me - -i was able to get tickets to the chicago show - -now i just have to wait through the months - -it shall be a long time of waiting - -but i have waited for so long - -i think i can do it - -appologies for never entroducing myself - -i'm scott in iowa - -hope everyone has luck in getting tickets - -until next time - _________________________________________________________________ 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: All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
by Aruni J 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

...although i don't particularly like watching puddles gather rain. I am posting now in a fit of jealous moroseness (tho with a twinkle in my eye) because everyone is going to the b&s gigs this spring 'cept me. I was in a dream for several hours last Thursday, planning flights to New York and Philadelphia, bus-rides to Georgia, (tessering to Texas?) but then was woken up by the simple equation: no money + no time = no concerts. Maybe next time (this being what I said last time). Such is life. People will post set-lists, and then maybe I'll program my CD player with the appropriate songs and insert suitable cheering, dancing, and witty banter. Hey, at least this way I'll get to be the girl who goes up onstage. Lots of people were talking about depression for awhile and then Gina mentioned _Infinite Jest_, which I thought was appropriate. It contains (among other things) one of the most harrowing and eye-opening descriptions of depression I've ever read: "It is a level of psychic pain wholly incompatible with human life as we know it. It is a sense of radical and thoroughgoing evil not just as a feature but as the essence of conscious existence. It is a sense of poisoning that pervades the self at the self's most elementary levels. It is a nausea of the cells and soul." ...and David Foster Wallace goes on like that for a while. I know it's probably a grossly overdramatic and oversimplified description, but when I first read that, I found myself in awe of people who experience It and yet _somehow_ find within themselves the strength to go on and the belief that things do get better. I hope I don't offend anyone with my presumption here, but I just wanted to say Wow. Wow. I love things that give me perspective. Like the above. Like this list. Like that time freshman year when I walked down Prospect St. at sunset, kicking up fallen leaves on a beautiful New England autumn afternoon, and was struck with the simple but overwhelming sense that it's good to be alive! Like the next day, when I tried to communicate the feeling to my freshman counselor, and she gave me a "how sweet and naïve" look. I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was younger. :) Love, Aruni PS Mark's household tip--don't let girls use your shower--while appreciated, is somewhat impractical for me, and probably about half of sinister. Revised suggestion: comb your hair before taking a shower, which eliminates the icky hair clogs. Trust me. I have perhaps 3 feet of hair on my head, and it works. ;) PPS Ken said >it was a whooping 7,955 days. Five days until my eighth millennium! and then asked us to calculate his birthday. But unless they redefined millenium when I was sleeping, you need to clarify: 7955 or 7995? _________________________________________________________________ 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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