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Sinister: tickets
by Rebecka popgirl 30 Jan '02

30 Jan '02

becka has a ticket in her hand aint it lovely dovey:) so who may i be seeing on the 19th..raise a hand..i can promis hugs to everyone cause i'll be in true bliss..second time around:) kisses Rebecka # go and have a peek at my page it's constantly developing, http://hem.passagen.se/beckygirl # _________________________________________________________________ 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: Outside the butcher's with a knife and a bikechain
by Steven M Rhodes 30 Jan '02

30 Jan '02

Hello everyone. I actually have posted before but just as I was sending, my computer crashed and I never was really sure if it made in onto the list. If not, hello, my name is steven. If so....hello my name is still steven. Has anyone ever wondered how horses can stand up while they sleep? Yeah, me neither. It's weird how dogs bury bones. I had an uncle who did the same thing but he was mysteriously arrested in relation to a series of missing persons. You know those archeological sites of roman civilizations where they discover artifacts and skeletons and remains? Dogs did that. I had a dog once but it didn't bury bones, it actually buried cats. Vets tell you that when you have a newborn puppy, you should put a ticking clock in its basket to replicate the beating of its mother's heart. That's all fine and good, but when the alarm clock goes off in the morning, that dog's going to have some serious psychological issues. "Mum! Are you alright? Why are you making that strange noise?" And then you're gonna get this new breed of dog that doesn't bark, it just goes: "Riiiiiinnnnnnngggggg!!!!!!!" (Attempted sound of alarm clock) And if you have one of those alarms that plays the radio, you're going to have one entertaining pet. I wonder if any of these puppies become police dogs? "Watcha got boy? Did you find the drugs? Oh, not another time bomb. Bad dog! No biscuits for you. Drop the bomb! Drop it!" When I was growing up a lot of my friends had cool pets like talking parrots and dogs, and with dogs especially they'd teach them tricks like fetching the newspaper and shaking hands and rolling over. At my house, we didn't have a dog, we had goldfish.called Rex. But I was still determined to teach it tricks. Every animal trainer will tell you that food is the key to training animals, so I used to sprinkle these floating fish flakes on the top of the tank, and with persistence I actually trained the fish to swim up from the bottom of the tank and come to the surface. The fish food was the only stimulus it needed. It would come right up to the surface at the very sight of the food. That was a damn smart fish. Damn smart. As the training progressed I could get the goldfish to do these crazy backflips and intense summersaults simply by placing a toaster in the water. That's all the prompting they needed. It was amazing. The thing is, as much as I would train them, they'd only ever perform that trick once. It really seemed to really take it out of them physically. That's another thing about goldfish, it's no big deal when they die. Even when you're a kid you don't care. Your Dad will say "Come on Steve, let's go down to the pet store and we'll get another one." Imagine if it was that easy when your grandma died. "Steve, the bad news is that your grandma's passed away. The good news is we're going down to the old folk's home and you can pick out a brand new one. They catch them in a big net and put them in a container with a cardigan and knitting needles. A complete beginner's package. That's why a lot of older people don't seem to know who you are. You say "Hi Grandma" and they're all confused. "Who are you?" "I'm you're grandson remember?" "Where am I?" Often when we'd come back from holidays we'd find that some of the fish had jumped out of the tank and you'd find them dried up on the ground. I often thought at what point after jumping out of the tank does the fish think to itself "You know what?.I really should have stayed in the tank. My God, how I loved that tank." Sorry my introductory mail was long. (That's alright steven. We all like you very much) Wow, thanks! What a great list. Steven, Brisbane, Australia ps. yes, my B&S content is completely limited to the subject line. I've learnt from the best. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Things not to say to your half-Jewish girlfriend...
by sophia katrina 30 Jan '02

30 Jan '02

dearest Sinister, I feel strangely compelled to post, if only to correct the (erroneous, of course) impression that i joined the list only to pick up [Aus, vernacular, eqiv. to UK: pull]. So I thought the best way to do this was to summon up all of my higher faculties, wherever they had got to, and flood all 1500 of you with lyricism and erudition. It would have been a deluge of wit and wisdom, I'll tell you. But somewhere between my lyricism reserves and my fingers I took a detour and ended up at a petrol station beyond the black stump [Aus, vernacular, middle of bloody nowhere, cf. Woop Woop], spilling bad coffee on the maps and swearing, while it got darker and darker outside. (Or did was I stuck in the Doldrums? Have any of you read the Phantom Tollbooth? I love childrens' books more than life itself). It really has been a dull week - enlivened, of course, by all your wonderful posts from everywhere. There have been some very beautiful ones recently. Aside from reading them and being touched by how heartbreaking and lovely they were, I have been a bit lost in the Doldrums. I've spent all my time doing things related to art (like painting walls, hanging shows, delivering invitations, posting slides) but I haven't used my camera in a couple of weeks and I feel slightly empty. Richard Avedon put it more eloquently: "If I go through a day without doing something related to photography, I feel as though I have neglected something essential to my being; as if I had forgotten to wake up. I know that the accident of being a photographer has made my life possible". Maybe the reason I'm not working is that I'm fundamentally a lazy perfectionist. Can other lazy-no-more perfectionists share the solution to this problem? I need to get rid of my perfectionism somehow. Perhaps some kind of ritual, an exorcism maybe, or psychic surgery where they wave your hands over your belly (where does perfectionism reside anyway?), slop around some fake blood, and shout "AH-HA! YOUR PERFECTIONISM IS GONE FOREVER" while holding up a bloody piece of gristle they bought from the butcher's last week, & which was just starting to turn. I bought "The Geometrid" last week, and have been listening to it a bit, but it didn't have the song about someone who doesn't believe that people landed on the moon. Is it on another album? Does it actually exist, or was I misinformed? If it does exist, then I'm convinced that it was written for my ex-boyfriend. There are many reasons we aren't together today, some involving being dumped over e-mail while travelling, being stranded at Heathrow with 25 kilos of luggage and £4.72 in my pocket, and the like, but the real clincher was that he didn't believe that people really landed on the Moon. I didn't catch the entirety of his mutterings, but they had something to do with the Ruskis, or possibly the Reds under the bed, and black helicopters, and closed-circuit television, and the spooky similarities between the seven-headed beast in Revelations and the United Nations, and definitely the World Zionist Conspiracy. On the list of things not to say to your half-Jewish girlfriend, I'd say that anything involving the World Zionist Conspiracy (or ZOG, as those wacky survivalists call it) ranks in the top ten. I will personally send some matzoh ball soup (or a flat-packed, customs-friendly equivalent), to the sinisterian/s who can offend me more! Oh dear, this really has been an outpouring of whinge. So sorry to vent my spleen at you all, who really don't deserve it. So here's something non whinge-related: Several people mentioned ice cream trucks. Where I used to live, in the nearest thing London has to a ghetto, ice cream trucks used to go by at 2am, playing music and everything. As a wide-eyed first year, I was very confused by this. Who buys ice cream at 2am, I wondered? Then someone told me they sold DRUGS (cue collective gasp from audience). I saw three of them, parked outside someone's house near the tube station. Didn't the police know about this? Or did the driver buy them off with lemon ice lollies, flakes and chocolate sprinkles? When I do start living the life of the beautiful people, I promise to tell you all about it - love & apologies, sophia X _________________________________________________________________ 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: flunking finals...oh joy!,mull historical society
by miss maple 30 Jan '02

30 Jan '02

aughhhh its finals week and here i am at 1217 am not studying...highschool really is a bitch. anyways, i figure no one reads my emails cus u know...well if i was u i'd delete them. the perks of being a wallflower is a good book. i read it "back in the day"... oooooh i bought a new ceramic gnome...i named him colin mcintyre after the dude from mull historical society. anyways my new gnome is best friends with my other gnome stuart. they drink whiskey together. and sometimes smoke weed... i had no idea my gnomes were pot heads until i walked in on them one day...aughhh off to rehab gnomies! along with Prince Harry... prince harry, will you marry me? _________________________________________________________________ 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: funny "O" thing
by NotATrendxX＠aol.com 30 Jan '02

30 Jan '02

it is 1 AM. i am reading Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own. I am seeing...my computer monitor...my knees...listening to FYHC. Does anyone know anything about cinema verite? i know very little. Cinematography in general? What about Sound Verite? Does any other sinisterine like the mAKE-UP? yeah, crayola crayons,(pssst! NOW in one million colours) alice. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: but a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to omaha
by lindsey baker 30 Jan '02

30 Jan '02

hello sinister. ok. so here it is. i hope it doesn't cause mass sinister hysteria. (goodness, i like that phrase these days.) let the quiz commence!! friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=ilovelou lovelovelove your baby lou _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. 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 tweest of she and the she-est of twee
by Lee & Lisa 30 Jan '02

30 Jan '02

Greetings and salutations, Sinisterines (pronounced sinisterEEns, for the nonce)... I am enraptured. Surely this list is verging on the most beautifully maudlin catalogue of heartbeats ever. With people such as bakerbaker, will salt and liz daplyn baring their poetic souls, amongst all the rest of the wonderfulness, one can only be INSPIRED. The poetry parrot knows nothing of me, but I have captured him in my spare room, given him soft blankets and infused him with nag champa. So, perhaps he'll sing a song (and we'll all be happier or bedazzled for his troubles). >From _The Merchant of Marvels_ by Frederic Clement: "...if you prefer something unique, I can offer you certain priceless relics: the broken end of Pinocchio's nose two of Puss-in-Boots' whiskers one of Tom Thumb's pebbles or Thumbelina's cradle: A NUTSHELL with rose petal sheets and mattress of violets, still warm from her slumber. And most especially, an eyelash stolen from the Queen of Sheba. ..." Find and read the rest of the poem in the beautiful book, if you have the inclination. It's worth your troubles, I think. Art inspires art, and Belle and Sebastian inspire me on a regular basis, amongst others. I look forward to the most gorgeous of mix tapes, still forming alchemically and by degrees....for the MIX TAPE CHALLENGE! Love, Lisa from Texas (aka Rachel Ranchero! Viva Rachels!) p.s. to the lovelorn: there is hope!! I found my soulmate, I really did. Never thought that I would, but there you have it.(13 years later and I'm still passionately in love.) You can,too! Chins up, lovelies! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition
by Liz Daplyn 29 Jan '02

29 Jan '02

Our chief weapons are SURPRISE Me, Im back in town. Well, actually I was immediately back in town under this address (and in the nursery again) at Christmas when my temporary work email died the death of the just, but Im only taking advantage now. And taking advantage it most certainly is. You beauties, youre so rarely privileged to garner my outpourings of inconsequence. So, last Sunday afternoon brought sequentially into close conjunction a bookshop, a lovely friend whom unfortunately I fancy to bits, and some nice coffee. These are all wonderful things and auspicious in this kind of relation, but none of them helps me sleep any easier. For those who haven't experienced the joy, heartache is far from being a figurative term, and there is once again a knotty fist-sized lump of cancerous hormones sitting under my ribs and preventing me from breathing properly. Fucking hell. And my hair (recently chopped off substantially on a whim and thus more than usually random) had gone all wriggly in the Oxonian drizzle, and not in a charmingly picturesque way, worse luck. This shallowly preyed on my mind as I discovered that time and space evidently dont do that much to relieve unrequited pangs. FEAR The glorious terror of rejection that we all probably partake of in this parish has nigh on the status of a full-blown phobia for yours truly, which makes it kind of difficult for me to broach the subject with this lovely friend of mine. And how do you bring that kind of thing up in conversation, anyway? Im dubious as to whether suddenly pouncing on pals is quite good manners, not to mention experience having proven that not even vast quantities of alcohol are sufficient to make me actually do anything along these lines, particularly not with someone Im really interested in. What a thrilling catch-22 situation to be in. Anyway, following the advice of Mr Paul Simon (somewhat inelegantly but concisely he put it long ago: I have my books and my poetry to protect me/I am shielded in my armour), there was nothing else to do once Id returned home but to listen to Bryter Later and to read some Robert Graves: Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squires own daughter; So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by. Which I used for a while some time ago as an email signature, until it began to cut a bit too close. Ho hum. If the Poetry Parrot is extant, that can be a gorgeously depressing contribution for it to carry about in its satchel like the wily pigeon in Dastardly and Muttley. Personally I always felt sorry for Mr Dastardly and his faithful but grumpy sidekick Muttley. After all, small aviation businesses cant go on losing planes at that rate without running into serious economic difficulties. One would have thought. And that bastard pigeon was so insufferably smug. NICE RED UNIFORMS A tip for lads: when a girl discusses her hair with you, she either likes the way you use your walk or thinks youre gay, or frequently both in my case, which is yet one more reason its difficult to find boyfriends. Girls, of course, can discuss hair amongst ourselves without betraying any romantic feelings that may be involved. Perhaps it would be rather easier if I were a gay man, given the high feyness quotient of people Im generally attracted to. Although, short of habitual transvestitism, I dont think Id be happy about the decreased range of socially acceptable footwear available. Do boys ever feel the need to buy/wear impractical yet pretty footwear? Straw poll. ----- Having composed this offline before catching up with digests, Im now moderately gobsmacked to notice that the biorythms of the list are all in sync or something. Everyone has so much interesting and brave (particularly gender-related) stuff to share. Now that just sounds icky and substandard Oprah-ish. Eh, somebody shoot me. I, however, with extremely cold hands and a persistent headache from paint fumes, offer nuggets neither interesting nor brave, but instead trivial as the day is long. I found a 17mm diameter ballbearing yesterday, in a flowerpot in the office where I was spending the day as temporary receptionist (dont laugh please, I have my transferable skills). The flowerpot was next to the watercooler, and the lovely rusty ballbearing lurking just beneath a fallen geranium leaf, which as you may know smell lovely, so when I picked this up to rub between my fingers and so alleviate some portion of my ennui, I discovered the aforementioned piece of tooled metal (dodgy-sounding but technically accurate, I think), which is now in my twee corduroy pocket. Small found objects like this are instantly easy to bestow affection upon, through their perfection of form and gracefully apparent aging. If only human beings were more commonly so. AN ALMOST FANATICAL DEVOTION TO THE POPE Some of my weekend was passed with devout Christians, unexpectedly and unusually. They were perfectly pleasant company, as indeed anyone with beliefs other than ones own can be upon casual acquaintance, and I was on my best behaviour and didnt even have to bite my tongue once, but just sat in my corner making origami penguins. Of course, having been singing nice anthems by Wm Byrd earlier had had an effect, as music always helps to sooth the savage Liz. Take note. Ill end on a big shout out to the Delightful Incredible Super-sexy (such a) Cutie (Oh!) Laura Llew for her Present Exchange toils and for simply being great, since this is the first opportunity Ive had to express my admiration for her milkmaidish community spirit. Hurrah! People of the South Coast of Great Britain: please feel free to avoid me in Brighton on the 9th if my mad starin eyes come your way. I simply must leave Wales at every opportunity, you see, lovely as the valleys and sheep are. Its a large enough space in which to experience cabin fever, but nevertheless. Liz :x P.S. Currently imagining Robin Stout in a diamond power suit. Cor. _________________________________________________________________ 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: It catches my heart in its hands
by Brier Random 29 Jan '02

29 Jan '02

Hi Lovelies; The Los Angeles shows have long come & gone (two months on, the autumn's gone...), I know.... but I have to make sure you all knew that our own *-Sophie-* has co-written a review of said gig for the British-based and internationally-known magazine "Mojo". Congrats are in order for her: One of our Siniterenes has infiltrated the real-time muzik biz with the sweet subject of Bee & Ess. I scanned the article on my website. If you can't read it, then my scanner sucks or your monitor is too small. But I promised myself I'd never make fun of anyone's size, on-list or off. So forgive me. But the article is here: http://www.brier.homestead.com/sophie.html IN OTHER NEWS: Has anyone else come to the realization that "The Boy With The Arab Strap" is Belle & Sebastian's "The Queen Is Dead"? Think openly about it. Don't be swayed to say "it's just because they're both monochromatic green". It's more than that. I dunno. But it's also more than the Boy-With-The-Thorn-In-His-Side vs. Boy-With-The-Arab-Strap thing. It's just that the Smiths album, in my mind, brings a heady 'peak of the wave' feeling that TBWTAS also gives. I guess the Smiths/BelleSebby link might also be highlighted by the fact that their first popular releases both featured, in red, a sexy figure in a bedroom.... but the "Queen Is Dead" connection really is true. Really. And thanks to Brier's self-made segway, could I ask for a group-happening? Everyone on Sinister, pause what you're doing and push play on your CD machines and listen to "The Boy With The Thorn In His Side" by The Smiths. If we all do this at the same time, I promise there will be World Peace. Or at least a small inkling of it, amongst ourselves. That song really says everything, doesn't it? And where's Tina, the girl who sang "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" at the 2nd L.A. show? I have an MP3 of it. If you haven't heard yourself yet, you should. It's great. Does anyone else miss the Ice Cream Truck? Like, the organ-bells that would ring, and you'd know that you'd soon have treats? And when you ripped the wrapper off the ice-cream, there was the trash hole that was a dragon's mouth? They'd have a dragon painted on the side of the truck, I mean, and a hole cut in the dragon's mouth for your trash to go. Please, does *anyone* else remember this??? Southern California Listerenes (oh no, medicine breath): Is there going to be a meetup to watch "Storytelling" despite bad reviews? I mean, we'll enjoy it just for the soundtrack, non? Public shout-outs to Ernie (for everything) and Rachel Cornflake (she isn't just for breakfast anymore) and Joan Of Dark (as always) and Llaura (from Random Lip Boy) and the rest of you, everyone. All my love, ~brier +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 once had a girl or should i say she once had me
by Danny Farrell 29 Jan '02

29 Jan '02

hello my lovelies, it's been a wee while,not too long i hope. Miss scrumptiousamyapplejacksyummypiefriend is organising an american meet up.she's absolutely adorable you know,everyone should go,everyone on the whole planet.well planet sinister anyway.sometimes i wished i lived on planet sinister,but then i remember.i don't. i live in a small town where individuality is slowly drained out of children so they turn into mindless thugs, 'neds' if you will.If this was a movie they'd be breeding them as some sort of mindless army,a secret plan by richard branson to take over the world,breed these 'ned warriors' in slum towns all over scotland then let then gather them together with a crate of buckfast,bring out their xenophobia by saying "you poofs,the english could well kick your ass" then get them drunk and let them loose.It's not a movie though,there's no reason for the children to grow up like that,so apathetic and violent and insensitive but,they do. I want to come to the u.s picnic,i NEED a holiday.i can't though,so i won't write a post bitching about it,i'll bitch about love instead,why change a 'winning' formula? there's too much love to go around these days. not quite true,but there's too much happening.much too much,for me.i'm a wallflower.i read that,the wonderful WONDERFUL miss lleweff gave me it and it's just amazing,i've read it three times already and i've cried each time,but i always return, because of charlie.he reminds me.of someone. Yes anyway,i'm alone again and now,there's girls again.a girl i never thought i could have and wasn't allowed to anyway because she's in my friends band,apparently the rules have been relaxed because apparently she likes me and i really liked her before,before.just before. Apparently she doesn't stay single long though so i have to 'snap her up' which really bothers me and then theres the girl,there's always the girl and apparently she's changed and theres always the feeling with her.there always will be i guess and so much history.sometimes history is better than excitement or 'newness'.History is comforting and soothing,so apparently i need to get into gear or something and make a choice soon. but i can't,i'm not like some people i can't move seamlessly from relationship to relationship.it's not me,girl after girl after girl.The actual girl isn't important,just the fact that i'm not alone,splitting up with someone then a few days later moving onto someone else,doing it so regularly that my friends have to keep name-checking - friend -"oh you broke up with julia?" me - "get with the program julia was so three weeks ago,god i've dated another two girls since then" It's not like any of them matter,i just want one to stay there long enough so i can project the image of the perfect girl onto her,she just needs to be a little smart and a little sensitive and my brain can do the rest.If i think she's the perfect girl then to me she is,as long as i put up barriers to stop anything changing my image that she's the perfect girl then everything will be fine right? it's just not me. I can't do that,i don't want to be alone,loneliness cripples me, and i do want the perfect girl i guess,who doesn't.there isn't a perfect girl but,i think,there's a girl who's perfect for me and that doesn't mean everything will be all roses and love because love isn't.but. it means there's a girl who's just right for me,who complements me better than anyone else could,who looks at me as me,not as some man who they add their own attributes too.and i'd do the same in return.maybe i'm just dramtic. so apparently i need to make a choice because theres two girls who may be just right for me who for reasons unkown to me don't stay single for a long time at all but i've been hurt too much i can't just bounce from one relationship to the next and mostly. i just want to rest. people are coming and going,and going out and coming out and returning and leaving and dragging me here or there and back again.it's all too hectic for someone who is a self admitted slightly reclusive boy who can't process everything that's happening because my brain is frazzled at the moment.Life seems to be quickening at an exponential rate and i just want to crawl away from it and sleep,but i can't.sleep. so now,i wait.for something i'm not sure of yet. all i know is that after recent events i'm a little more cynical,a lot more lonely,but maybe,just maybe a little stronger and wiser too. and in the end i'm what i always was: a little boy with an almost phobic fear of rejection and being alone who is floundering and lost. but i am me,and it doesn't matter who misunderstands my character or disbelieves me.i'm me,it's all i could possibly be,regardless of whether or not i want to be.sometimes i wish i could stop caring but i'm too caring to stop. It's going to get better,apparently it's getting better all the time. always your little dannypie xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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