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Sinister: I KNOW you like me.
by Richard Gillanders 10 Feb '02

10 Feb '02

TYPICAL ME, TYPICAL ME, TYPICAL ME I went to the big issue building on the south side of glasgow last night. the big issue=a magazine written and sold by homeless or almost homeless people on the streets around town. basically. there was an exhibition of work by my year that was entered in a homeless shelter design competition run by the magazine. and work from the third year from the mackintosh school. my whole year+tutors+year convener walked down in the pouring rain. there was free wine and beer. the top prize went to one of the guys in my year that I like a lot. and one of the two runner-up prizes went to another kid I like from my school. two of my friends arrived late and a sooper-thug who was at the reception wouldn't let them in. I went down stairs to go outside for a fag. as will happen on occasion. I was outside with a glass of wine. smoking. and the two kids that were refused entry came over and told me so. I was a little drunk and told them to come in with me. I attempted to re-enter. the sooper-thug wasn't having it; I had gone out; I don't get back in. I tried to explain to him that he was stupid. but not so he knew it. just that we were there for a competition run by his employers, that we shouldn't be refused. he said he didn't care. and I believe he genuinely didn't. the guy that won the competition appeared at the door inside. he didn't come out. I asked him to get my bag [I wasn't even allowed inside to retrieve that]. I should have asked him to get our convener to come and talk some sense to the guy. but I didn't think of it. I was drunk, rite. so. I was a little cheeky to the bloke. but no more than he deserved. we decided to go to a pub and wait for the others to finish. as we walked past the reception I jumped up at the window. the guy had his back to me. but. I suspect by way of some close-circuit televisual technology. he were able to see me. he ran out and wanted to be having some sort of fite with me. I tried again to explain that he wasn't a very nice person. he gave up and left. we went to a pub and I drank some more. people started leaving. we walked back by the building. I peeked in the door. I was quite drunk by this time and thought that I=clever. or something. so I SNAPPED the gonk wif my new camera. he gave chase! I ran! I tripped! I fell... I got scraped and dislocated my knee. the bloke showed none compassion. relieved me of my camera. and left me. he wanted the film from it or something. but it's one of these digital ones. innit. I think he stole one of the batteries instead. my convener got the camera back from him. I was drunk, yeah. I hobbled to another pub. mistook gallacher and lyle for foster and allen; big mistake. hobbled back to my flat. woke up this morning with rather different looking knees. one considerably more SWELLED than the other. I got to go to a hospital and be x-rayed. I have crutches & shit. I have dislocated or almost a few times before. but. y'know. it's inconvenient. AND IF YOU THINK PEACE IS A COMMON GOAL THAT GOES TO SHOW HOW LITTLE YOU KNOW gilmer=gone shockah. I doubt Jimmy could ever be Just Jimmy. he's so much more. or something. more like Just William. in my eyes. he thinks he isn't famous. I don't blame him for having to just get out of this town. now. he always has some sort of advice or insight to share. or something. I always find myself disbelieving it was actually all typed. as there usually is an awful lot. not just a lot. he has a vast number of opinions too. and isn't afraid to use them. how I love opinions. how I love opinions? rather a lot. HAIL AND FAREWELL MONSIEUR GILMER. elise j. spry seemed lovely. I'm sure I will hear how she is doing from time to time. somehow. as for my czech republic trip that I mentioned last time. and once before that. I still don't know what goes on. perhaps a week tomorrow I'll be going. if I'm in any state to. I met two kids from brno last night. if I don't get to go: belle and sebastian concerts [sold out already?], ATP [sold out now?], a new jim o'rourke album, a few others. I wish I knew. do we have any czechs on the list? if not. maybe we should implement some. mandee wright's last post got her two crush votes? perhaps this will cost me two. rachel playforth said "see you then!". I don't think she was talking to me. I saw isobel campbell on buchanan street during the week. I think she saw me first though. I told myself I could follow her. wherever she was going. she was probably telling herself the same thing. about herself. I saw william salt leaving the grassmarket during the week. he was deep in thot. didn't see me 'til I shouted 'there is william salt!'. he was polite. 'paisley' told me she won't post again until alasdair cook does. I'd like to resolve to do the same. all my plans! ruined! or, at least, some of them! messed up a bit! love, richard. really. __________________________________________________ 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: takin' muh time
by MyMomSays＠aol.com 09 Feb '02

09 Feb '02

Sinister, Allright, so this film Storytelling is out: I've heard some seriously mixed reviews about the film. Two of my friends said it was one of the best movies ever made. Another friend said it was truly terrible. I also heard a rumor that there is a wanking scene to "The State That I Am In": confirm rumors, folks. I can't sleep at night over here, tossing and turning over this bizness. Also, another question: How is it that my last post, which was truly crap, generated *two* crush votes? My mind boggles. I just finished reading a post by Baker, baker and found it truly engaging. Good show, ma'am/mister. She/he asked us to describe our homes; it's odd, because as much as I pretend to despise Colorado, sometimes I really love it here. It's home, I guess. It's hard for me to prescribe the word "Home" because I seem to behave and see everything with a Tourist's eye. A few years ago I was out for the afternoon with some friends and I realized that I act like a tourist wherever I go. Nearly everything seems fun and charming and distanced from myself. Even at the mall, the store displays at the Limited Too, even though completely ridiculous, I find myself ordering around people to take pictures of me in front of such window displays. Even at my local grocery store, I buy souvenirs from vending machines. This morning I drove home from Denver, and I remarked at the dust flying around like a tourist would: "My, it's windy here," as if I come from some place where it isn't windy--does this mean I'm from nowhere? Hm, who knows--either that, or it merely accentuates the fact that I'm a "schizotypal" freakazoid (Editor's note: the author recently took a "personality disorder's" test and was deemed "highly" schizotypal). I think, really, though, that this phenomenon merely boils down to the fact that I am pretty much amused by making fun of nearly everything. I recently revisited the film "Ghost World"; I kept finding myself irked at the nihilistic nature of Enid Coleslaw's commentary--but then--I realized that I am oh-so-guilty of this same thing! Now I find that I am ultra-sensitive to my own commentary and speech. The other night I ran into a kid I sort of knew last year. I was sitting at a coffee house, trying to read Greek Mythology and he decided to sit down with me and CHIT CHAT for a little while. I innocently talked with him, and sooner or later my bullshitter persona took over and I found myself sort of behaving like a hybrid of a valley girl and Phil Hartman; I told him a story about the fact that my computer monitor at work is blue and how people walk by my desk and say, "How's ole' BLUE doin?" and then, after I was done telling the story, I started cackling. He looked at me, confused, and said: "How is that funny? I don't understand how that's funny." And... I couldn't explain how it was funny. As for what Gina and Baker, Baker were talking about--I feel incredibly jealous I cannot attend picnics and drink-a-thons and gigs. I really don't prefer anonymity; I'd rather meet the lot of you in person than hide in front of my computer, basking in pastifying monitor light. Have a nice Saturday, kids, Mandee xxxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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've seen them all and, man, they're all the same
by gina titchener 09 Feb '02

09 Feb '02

fingerprints, that is. fact of the day: in order to make asm's body look the same size as his foot you have to hold his foot three inches from your face. hello peeps i haven't posted since the fab tweequeen of smut herself, archel, temporarily joined the ysm, so i should say at this point that she is extremely groovy, and funny, and, yes, smutty. i'm just sorry i couldn't stay up till 4 discussing the meaning of life and strap-ons with her and sam. the brighton meetup will be ace if she's in charge. but to bellezc zoe and the other hundreds of similarly isolated and skint sinisterettes, who think they're ostracized cos they can never get to meet up's - i think sinister's different when you regularly see the people who read this. i do miss the anonymity to some extent, it's changed from somewhere to say anything and be anyone to a diary that your mum's gonna read and ask you about. obvs, i adore all the ysm and wouldn't want to lose them, ever, but it has changed. revel in your facelessness - you never have to explain your post to anyone so...yeah. i fell asleep listening to judy and the dream of horses and ended up having a dream where struan was dressed as a pirate, eyepatch and everything, due to the parrot reference (i guess). i think that's my most bizarre b+s dream to date. in fact i think it's the most bizarre b+s dream i've ever heard of. there has been much gossip around these parts about some notice pinned on the parish noticeboard entitled perks of being a wall flower, which i insist stops now as it is not available in the village library. i remember the days when the talk was all about some young chap's essay called infinite jest - it's a shame that died out as it is a curiously compelling and, yes, funny book of which i enjoyed all 1000 pages {plus appendix} (i suspect some conspiracy on the part of those who hate double barreled surnames, as it was by david foster wallace). i was waiting to cross st denys' road (you know, near dave dee's banana warehouse) when an irate man pulled up next to the car infront of me, wound down his window and yelled at the driver of the car next to him (an old man) for beeping his horn - when he hadn't! things like that make me so sad, and hateful of man, and sorry for us that that is how we live. it was so childish, and not in the good way that stankin and co have been discussing, just in an 'i can't contemplate anyone else's point of view, they must be wrong' way. so i told him to grow up*. anyhoo. the rainy season is upon us. i hate the rainy season. i have no clean flares left in the world. as a result i have been paying close attention to how others keep their trouser bottoms clean. here are the top 5(and a half) in descending order 1)bicycle clips 1+1/2) flourescent bicycle clips 2)rolling trousers up 3)poppers sewn onto flares so one can reduce their diameter at will 4)carrying a spare pair of trousers to change into (props to migmk) 5)taping up your trousers with black gaffer tape. plus my favourite shoes of all time, purple cord docs, have a hole in! and so can't be worn. "too many of these paragraphs start with 'i'" you're thinking. but bollocks to you. here's another one. i knitted myself a scarf and it's marvellous and all (obvs!) but i need a tip from any other knitters - how do you stop the thing curling in on itself? i've done the good ole knit one perl one and it's turned into a tube.... any ideas? there's something about your 40 year old, japanese maths lecturer saying that a question is a 'no-brainer' that is inexplicably funny. will those who 'believe' please pray that there isn't a strike by arriva on april the 2nd. the rest of you, get ready to put me and my mates up after the manchester gig. (who else is going? will there be pre gig meet up? am i saying all this *far* too early? sorry, i'll calm down. even children don't get that excited that far in advance) a final, sinister-is-grate comment and then we can all go home - wednesday was spent in a blissful izzard-induced state of chuckling in the delightful company trar/f-b (depending on how old you are) and hairy stu, under the auspicious title of eliza grae night (see the archives), due to her inspiration for the event - big thanks to all of them for a fab** night. but with out honey it would never have happened - remember that kids well... i have to go and meet my new housemate (yes! the bitch moved out. ahem, scuse me) and you have real lives to get to so... i guess i'll see you around. take care gina x ps johan? JOHAN? are you there? PLEASE warn me if you're coming over! pps craig chin, are you alive? did you get your sinister xmas present? please mail me if you have/haven't.. well, just mail me. i'll be gutted if that got lost.... the pressies i received were grate (but then one of them was from gneissy - what do you expect? that human being is amazing.) ppps i have been told that upside down badges have been declared 'passe'. well bollocks to you too. as well as being useful, it makes me feel like i know something special. tho probably in a very childish way. *very very quietly. he probably wouldn't have taken such criticism in a mature way. **it would have been perfect if young sam had remembered where he was supposed to be. grrh. careful, sammy, we know one of your middle names _________________________________________________________________ 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: hieperdepiep, please help
by marc bots 09 Feb '02

09 Feb '02

dear all, finally b&s are coming to holland! and to belgium, france and italy. hieperdepiep! the only drawback is that planned to fly to cardiff on the day they are playing in rotterdam. i have to attend a conference in wales, and i would leave one day before it started to have a look around in cardiff together with robin. robin, i am not coming to cardiff. i'll mail you soon. i'm getting a new plain ticket, for the sunday, and i will go to see b&s. i wanted them to come to holland for so long, i cannot leave holland now that they are coming here. this is where i need some help. i guess the easiest and cheapest way to get to swansea on sunday 7 arptil is to fly to london with easyjet, and then take either the train or coach to get to swansea. i've been looking around on internet, and i can fly to either london luton or gatwick. however, i cannot find much about trains or coaches, so i don't know where to fly, and how to go from there. could anybody with some experience with brittish public transport give me a hand/email? the sooner i book, the cheaper the ticket will be, so a swift response is appreciated greatly. many thanks in advance. other news: two sinistrians are now living in nijmegen. JohaN from south-africa is here to study for six months, and yesterday the first nijmegen sinister get together took place. JohaN brought two friends and a few beers, which were all welcomed enthousiasticly. we had a good time, but unfortunately had to catch a bus much to early. will be continued though. that's all for now. hope someone can help me with the airport thing. love, especially to you, marc +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: call this a song without words, though the words are 'present and correct'
by figure2＠fsmail.net 09 Feb '02

09 Feb '02

Olive green fabric. Your typical army-issue tent; world over: Sleeps between twelve and twenty or a hundred or a sultan-general. It's very hot and 1992 years after... whatever. A girl lays her sleeping bag down and arranges her temporary domestic mini-space, with her ruck-sack marking the place of a bedside table. Luckily for me, I'm the only other person in the tent at the time and so it is to me she addresses her request. Shorter than I am (unusual in a boy: passably normal in a girl) she has a beautifully formed face in that I mean everything falls together happily, normally, basically, with a chocolate bob of hair on top and large, dark, Turkish eyes. She is saying: 'Do you have... [oh! for the imploring gaze, my lovely!] cream for the [she furrows her brow whilst examining her English words in her head]... She points at her fore-arm. '... do you have cream for... the animals?' I smile back, in love, and shrug in despair. She never talks to me again. Very little English, see, and she's embarassed, her friend explains, a few days later. She huddles against tall Turkish blokes for comfort and I cuddle against my inner imagination. After all the slight glances and the heart-lock she was, after all, only looking for insect repellant. Mosquitos bite their loves in abundance. Maybe the same mozzy bit us both... It's rather daft because I fall in love an awful lot, so it's a bit cheap. I rarely act upon my desires and, when I do, it has an 100% disaster rate. I'm either deluded or unlucky in the fundamental sense combined with laziness and arrogance in the practical sense. And fear: the trauma: 'be scared of the world, boy, for it ain't going your way!' So, 2002 in the hinterlands of a city railway station; innards painted black in, say, sympathy with locomotive soot and the night: standard rock venue: you know what I mean: it's called 'The Venue'. A chanteuse announces 'This is a song... about trains and animals' and proceeds to sing, a la Francoise'ardeee a song of which I didn't get sufficient vocabularic parts to formulate a linguistic jist. However, I fancy I understood its emotional tenor. As verse built up to an 'OK Coral' denoument of first chorus, the Daniel Lanois-style guitarist (from Belgium rather than from Canada) atmospheric'd-up via delays, samples etc. a thundering rhythm in order to support Francoize Breut perform her shift of breath from ennunciation to modulation of air in a piano harmonica. Startling stuff. Is that feminine bulge in her skin-tight-lycra-black sheer voluptuousness or is there a child inside? 'Where are you, my wedding man, why did you disappear?' she sings for an encore. At some point, one almost expected an up-beat number: something dancy; a burst of pogo-punk. Perhaps even a grin. She wasn't miserable either, though... she was one of those French perfections.. a woman: solid; pensive; stylish; vocal... the kind of person who makes a mockery of 'empowerment' why? She BREATHES substance and, in my chaste imagination (for I shall be chaste in this regard) I am her troubador tonight. I had limited cash and hell: If I'd had more I'd have bought the T-shirt, but I did buy her first album to which, at 01:52am, I am currently listening. Since the concert I overheard dot com conversations and cosmopolitain conversations at a whisky cocktail bar in the bowels of a posh hotel and then, on the train home, without a player, I fingered through the sleeve notes, which have the most beautiful illustrations and I could almost begin to translate some of the lyrics... [by the way, Ken, 'colere' means means 'anger' not 'colour' as you suggested or 'collar' as I did...so 'Ou, ou est-elle passe, ou est ma colere, ma colere?' I suppose* means 'Where, where does my anger go, my ANGER?' On, on, the grounds I'm going to sow, when my distractions are done am I to loose, loose? Suddenly I have nothing and, nothing comes from nothing? Anyways, I'm not angry tonight and if she was, she didn't show it, but she sung the song. We're all normal at times. The album I bought was her debut. The new one is Vingt a Trent Mille Jours. If you're interested, try http://www.francoizebreut.com I've said my bit for tonight. By the time I copy it to the web I'll be done enough. And sometimes things crash. The spirit of Icarus resides. Gordon *my last posting to this list I'm sure was inaccurate about I.Allende being the Argentinian ex-premiere's daughter, as she is from Chile... Katje or Arturo will no doubt know, though at least the former wouldn't deign to read this anyway :) _______________________________________________________________________ Never pay another Internet phone bill! Freeserve AnyTime, for all the Internet access you want, day and night, only £12.99 per month. Sign-up at http://www.freeserve.com/time/anytime +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: every day is a dream come true in your S Club 7 house of the future
by JENOWL22＠aol.com 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

Hewwo, I never can decide if I like children or not. I like the ones that don't try and be mini growedups. But I don't like the ones who are too old for dolls at 7, wear make up at 8, get unsquared at 9 to a 12 year old with a low mental age, have their first suicide attempt at 10 and their first abortion by 11. The pixies in my room have been acting up again. I was playing my guitar, and suddenly my goldfish told me it needed fed so I said can't you wait and it said no and i said ok, and I put my pink plectrum down on the bed and fed bubbles and he said thank you and then I turned back around and the pixies had taken the plectrum. So I looked around for it for 15 minutes because its my best plectrum, before I started to get really annoyed, because you can't just take things without asking and pixies couldn't even use my plectrum on account of them being so small and invisible. Eventually though I gave up, and decided to brush my hair instead. So I opened my drawer to get my purple hairbrush and you'll never believe what was sitting there. My pink plectrum. But the point is i left it on the bed so the pixies either slipped up or they wanted me to know they were there and they were laughing at me. But I don't think there were hard feelings even though I yelled at them and tried to trap them in a bit of paper. Maybe they're not invisible really, maybe they're purple and you just can't see them because everything else in my room is purple. I got full marks for my english essay and its the second time in a row, and there was this yah boy bragging about his full marks and saying no one would beat it and then I told him I had and his face was funny. My fish tried to kill himself the other week. I was changing his water and he jumped right out of the net and down the back of my chest of drawers and i had to move them out only they were really heavy and it took me ages and I was so worried that he would be dead because I love my fish more than anything in the world but in the end he was ok i think. I got really hysterical when it happened though, I was so worried for him, and then afterwards I cried and cried because if he's so unhappy he wants to kill himself then it must mean he hates living with me and even my friend ingrid who is mental said that he must hate me, but then someone told me that fish just do that, and they aren't intelligent enough to get depressed but my fish is really special. How many fish do you know that talk? Toy Stephen said a whole lot of really depressing stuff about being mental which I skipped and then: << She turned up on the doorstep with my gift -- a bottle of Prozac. She smiled willfully, proud of herself, & I brightened. Now I think I was happy just to admit (however symbolically) to someone that things didnt feel right. She left, I rushed into my room, shut the door, and opened the bottle. The usage instructions were curled and stuft under the cap. I poured the pieces into my hand -- and looked at a palmful of rainbow Skittle candies.>> And I think that, in most ways, Skittles are better than Prozac. Because they work on so many more levels. There's the smell which is so exciting, they smell like rainbow, and the colours which make you feel all happy that someone went to all the trouble to make them look so pretty when all you're going to do is eat them, and the fact that when you scoop lots up in your hands they rattle and feel all smooth, and you can choose whether you pick out the colours you like best or take pot luck, or put loads in your mouth at once or not, and you get dye all over your fingers and sometimes your tongue goes all rainbowy and they taste nice too. But the point is they're cheerful and not in an irritating way but in the kind of way that if you have them you have to join in with the cheerfulness and they make you be cheered up, and because its the kind of cheerfulness that makes you see good things about the world, you don't feel empty like you might if you took a drug. There's other stuff that's better than Prozac too like trees and purple and my fish and looking at barbie dolls in shops and ribena and the chocolate fish out of ben and jerry's fish food and when someone tells you they want to be like you and my inpending spider of wonder and magic. And if there's nothing good at all in your life then you're just lying because you can take two steps outside and I bet you can spot at least 10 amazing things from where you're standing. Oh and there's music too, and I don't mean bands that feel your pain man, I mean bands that make your pain go away, and tell you things can be ok and that you should bounce. You can cry, just don't do it all the time, it gets irritating. I have an interview for university on Tuesday. For dentistry in Dundee. I want to be a dentist because I like teeth, and I don't want to be anything else, but I'm very nervous because it's also my first choice uni and I really really want to leave home and catholic school and go somewhere where I probably won't get a kicking and I can even be what I always wanted to be. But I have to make them want me there and I don't know if I can do that. I went for my mock interview at school and they said I was crap and unknowledgable. Damn, that wasn't what I was trying to sound like. Ooh, it's Valentines Day soon. I'm looking forward to it because I have a date (*sticks tongue out*) and I'm going for a meal and everything. And not only that, he's flying up from England especially and im wearing a denim skirt and and and and and and and wait for it, on the 16th I'm getting my spider yay woo and other glad sounding words. I still don't know what I'm calling her though. Someone called me darling and said "love ya babe" to me. Ingrid keeps trying to make me feel guilty about eating meat, even though I've already pointed out that, being vegetarian, I don't do that. And for drinking milk, although I do that, and I don't care that it's supposed to have pus in, it tastes nice and it's good for my teeth and it goes in ben and jerry's ice cream. hugs, Jen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 goodbye post, minus the usual angst
by elise j. spry 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

Hey Everyone... So this is it, hmmm? A email inbox filled with 98 unread messages and a new job 'round the corner? Sorry, please let me explain: I've been getting more and more fed up with my Psych Clinic job over the past few months, in no small way because my email and internet have been pretty much eliminated. That resulted in the piling up of approximately one billion Sinister posts and me losing touch with a lot of e-friends. I also started looking for a new job (not just cause of the internet thing - I'm not THAT much of a nerd!). The first place I applied to, I got the job - they'd called my home phone to offer me the position while I was still in their parking lot after the interview, wow! So I just don't have time lately to feel like a real, productive member of the community - and I don't want to be a lurker, that's just not for me. If I can't give you lovely bunch my all, I'll not sit around with my thumb up my ass, reading the few posts I get time to look at and feeling like an outsider. It's not like I'm dropping off the face of the earth - you are all obviously looking at my email address RIGHT NOW! And you can hit the "save address" button and then email me at ANY TIME!! And of course I'll write you back. Well, Sinister-land has been really lovely and good to me over these past few months. I've met some amazing people who I hope will still keep in touch with me... Rachel Frootloop, Miss Stine, Kirsten Kenyon, Sean Howell (mwah!), and all the rest of you I'm too damn tired to mention. I'm sure I'll be back someday. And I'll see you guys on #sinister too, eh? Wish me luck at my new job too... Love you all, Lisey __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! http://greetings.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: deconstructing lisa
by Toy Stephen 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

Hello tea-mates, Its Friday morning; Im working the day shift. Which is quite all-right. Settling in, having tea, brushing the teeth (bring yr toothbrushes with to work; gives you an extra 3 minutes of sleep), reading the Sinister posts & the regular excited email from mum telling me what new icon she bought to prettify her home with Catholic sanctity, these bring me almost to noon. The rest of day speeds on. You wouldnt believe how many people stop in when they somehow or other discover Im vegetarian. Most of these people were reared on farms; or in Chicago, the Hog Butcher of the World. They begin similarly: You dont eat any meat? What _do_ you eat? (I could never do that; not enough discipline) See, I grew up on a farm. Ive no problem with going out back, selecting a pig, & leading it into the shed for slaughter. If that doesnt offend me, why should eating their flesh? They lick their cheeks like you would the morning after smoking a cigar. They want to argue the issue. I dont care to. But I see depair, confusion, in their faces; an inscrutable sadness that I approximate with words like despair and confusion. I think its because a way they learned to live in childhood, a behaviour that was _right_ and proper as a child, was being contradicted. Give me a second, this has a relevant point (I think). The way we find to cope as children becomes the right way to act. And, we think it's courageous to keep the act up. I say all this vague rubbish because of Rachel Fruitloop's appreciated message. When I was 16 I tore my hair out. Bit any piece of skin I could reach. Held my head and crushed (Id hoped) everything inside, spinning spinning, until falling on the ground, breathless and pathetic. I hated being alone. But when I saw my parents, or older sister, or classmates, this supernatural shame gave me the energy to behave normally, if quiet; smiling, if for slightly no reason. being in company was a respite, but I despised myself for acting, so I hated being in company too. There was absolutely no place to go. I remember a friend of mine's mother worked in a pharmacy. I begged her for Prozac for my birthday. I wanted to believe there was a good place to go to. She turned up on the doorstep with my gift -- a bottle of Prozac. She smiled willfully, proud of herself, & I brightened. Now I think I was happy just to admit (however symbolically) to someone that things didnt feel right. She left, I rushed into my room, shut the door, and opened the bottle. The usage instructions were curled and stuft under the cap. I poured the pieces into my hand -- and looked at a palmful of rainbow Skittle candies. I couldnt see the humour in it; it was an impish joke, and well-meant Im sure, but it dismissed my symbolic admittance. I then found sleeping pills. These are the chemical numbing cheap Sominex kind, legal for a 12 year old to buy in the States; not at all safe like the herbal over-the-counter types in Europe. I still enjoy ingesting them. Back then, I had so much rage that my parents couldnt see how badly my insides were corroding. They were remarried, to each other, after 11 yrs of divorce. They had their own problems, I know. Plus, they came from a working-class ethic that my father summed up perfectly when he thought any complexity was being brought into emotions or psychology: 'psycho-babble'. He didnt have time, nor the capacity for the immaterial crises. He learnt to cope, & had no imagination left to sympathise. Im sorry, this email has suffered from a glandular problem & expanded well beyond its compass. I just wanted to say 'Well done' to Rachel Fruitloop for not being ashamed, or accepting of any alienated status, because of medication. I dont know if I would have been (would be) better off with medicine. Maybe. The most detrimental leftover from those years is shame in talking abt things 'slightly mental,' in admitting them & not feeling like a freak . The feelings remain; the coping still seems to work too. But to realise that silent screaming, nightly drugged sleeps, & a normalcy that is so absurd it's a caricature are not enough to draw attention to pain, when striaghtforward confessing is taboo, this dilemma crushes the spirit. So cheers to all the unmental, slighty mental, moderately mental, & extraordinarily mental sinisterines today. I get to go to Chicago tonight to see my sister, & have massive fun scouring faces for lunacy! Ill bring back souvenirs. 500mg & 500 smiles, Toy Stephen. __________________________________________________ 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: Hang the DJ?!
by Richard Cottyn 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

I must confess I haven't posted for a while-but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about you all! I cut my toenails tonight. I kept getting frustrated at the fact that I kept cutting them wonky, but it wasn't til I reached my second-to-last toe that I realised I had the scissors the wrong way round! Silly me. Just this second I thought of a 'brainteaser' that somone set me last week. I spent a good few days working it out before finally coming to the right answer! It sounds rude at first...but of course it's much cleverer than that... What word begins with 'f', ends in 'k', and means a lot of heat and excitement?! THE ANSWER WILL BE REVEALED LATER ON IN THIS POST! And before you ask, it's not 'flapjack', nice try though... Did any sinisterees spot the cryptic Sean Bean line in Lord Of The Rings?! The first line he says is "the blade...and its still sharp". Now Sean Bean is a Sheffield United supporter, and their nickname is the BLADEs. And he first became famous for his role in the television series SHARPe! How amazing is that! I bet you are totally astounded at this wonderful discovery. Nope, the answer isn't 'flask', good attempt though. Keep trying :) Last night it was the sixth form party. We were in a bar beforehand and my friend goes up to the dj and requests mc hammers 'cant touch this'. 5 minutes later, its played. So i go up and request a smiths song. I said to the dj 'any smiths song', so i was been quite flexible! He nodded his head so i went and sat down again, ready for 'Sweet and tender hooligan' or 'Panic', which is always a fave with everyone. But did he play it?! No! All this chart rubbish for the rest of the evening! Boo! What's that? 'Fishfork'? Heat? Excitement? Not really, sorry you're wrong! I realised this week mainly through looking at the subject lines on sinister that even lyrics that are 4 or 5 words long are often quite obvious as belle and sebastian ones. I guess it's the same with any band but I think it's quite cool that to most people phrases like "I will confess to you", "I missed the bus" or even "you're not listening" sound very normal-whereas to us sinisterees straight off it's like "Ooo! B&s lyric!" 'freak'? Well perhaps some of them are exciting but I don't think that's the answer... Well, ok. You can stop tearing your hair out. The answer to the brainteaser is of course... ... 'Firework!' Heh, I enjoyed it! Congratulations to anyone who got it right without peeking at the answer beforehand. You gain 150 points! (value 0.0001p) This post seems to have included lots of boring titbits. Ah well, I'm sure the brainteaser stopped you from falling asleep! Richard +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: *Caput Mundi* + Cat Power, Metal Claws
by Silvietta 08 Feb '02

08 Feb '02

I'm so very sorry for popping out of the lurkingland in the lousy way I'm about to pop out of the lurkingland, I guess I'm going to say/write loads of kibosh, but I'm feeling too weird to care about that, I'm feeling like jumping on someone and kissing her/him on the mouth slurpgulplike but I can't 'cos I'm all alone right now, me with a moronic granola smile on my muzzle, my laptop, and the loveliest e-mail I could get today - well any day - B&S playing in Rome, the place where I live. :-o God I must sound silly like hell, I guess there'll be hundreds of you who's seen plenty of B&S's gigs, but it's not that easy to see 'em around in my place, I hope you'll turn a blind eye on miss naivety this time at least, I wish I could bug someone else, my boyfriend lives too far from here unfortunately, all I could do was sending him an SMS. :-/ He says he's happy for me, while I'm having a tachycardia-or-whatever-it's-called fit. Oh, I'm glad, not as much kibosh as I feared. I can add some more then. This afternoon I was assailed by a cat, and it wasn't the first time, and it was the same cat. The kid I babysit, his cat, it's a horrible black lamb, he must be 5 kg, and he's my incubus, #he# hates °me° and °I° cannot stand #him#. He jumped on my leg while I was taking him his stupid food, he sunk his awful claws into my blue jeans - and *tore* 'em!, it's the second pair or jeans I've sacrificed so far, and I'm not kidding. It was real humiliating. :-/ Hurrah for D-O-G-S. And then I suppose I could add some few lines like, I've fallen in love with Jim O'Rourke's Insignificance, is there anyone who'd be so kind to recommend me some of his older works, as I am 100% ignorant about him...? :-o Thanks and 1000 sorry's again /Silvia ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ è passato un altro giorno e nessuno nel video ha speso una parola su di me è possibile che io sia vivo? - elettrojoyce - the busy bee has no time for sorrow - william blake - +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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