hey kids...
yes the big fat guy gave us a house for an early christmas gift.
but he didnt send a team of strong burly, yet gental and considerate moving
men along. which sux.
i have to do all most all the moving my self too cos my mom is a busy body &
likes to do the setting up of things once they get to the new house. my
stepdad is just about the laziest sack of shit i have ever met in all my
life and would sooner stand there and watch you breack your back as you lift
a 250lbs. filing cabinet than to offer to help.
he wont even watch the kids for you while you move the stuff from house to
house. what to do? well if it were not for my being a good christian girl, i
would be consulting with a witch of some sort to put a nasty hex on him. so
instead i let off steam on you lovely little twee ones, and curse at him
under my breath....
b&s content.....
i was quite over joyed today when i put some new r.a.m. in my computer today
and unlocked all my music files & listend to "o'come o'come emanuel" by our
favorites scotts.....it made the day seem worth it all.
i suggest you all give it a listen!
the love of my life chatted with me yesterday...even tho we are not ment to
be, something about hearing from him makes the world make sence for a
moment. even tho hes not at all physicaly attractive, i cant stop thinking
about him...*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*....
mabey if i wasnt a good christian woman i would go back to my friend who
does hexs and have her make a love potion number 9.
sounds like i want to controll people...i know....
oh and guess what?....my birthday was great! my friends gave me a surprise
party. it was really fun actually & i had not had a fun birthday since i
turned 14!and even that wasnt as fun as turning 25, cos i didnt have to
controll 35 drunken maniacs in my mothers house. i know sounds fun but it
really isnt...
well i gotta go back to moving everything so i will go now.
-Angela
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Hey sinister,
thought I´d write a sinister sinisterpost today. Well, it´s not something planned.
I think I might be in love. Or I am at least having a serious crush on a boy in my school. It´s all doomed to failure from the start. He´s two years younger, which makes me feel like an old pervert, like the old, sad person who can´t find boys in her own age. But it´s not like that. It wasn´t really something I planned. It was just that when I see him everyday (his locker is quite near mine, just around a corner).. well.. I began to get this very funny feeling in my stomach when I saw him, and it´s only grown bigger since. It´s horrible - When I see him I get this dubblesided emotion: Angst because I´m NOT supposed to like him, I´m supposed to fall in love with the boys who likes mopeds and only wear cool clothes and who just plays cool. But I also feel this strange connection, because I know that he know I like him, he looks at me and smile a bit or gets very shy when I look at him and he always look me straight in the eyes.
Maybe he´s just suspicious. This strange girl who keeps staring at him and then stare att her shoes.
I do not know what to do with all my feelings for him, he´s just so beautiful, he´s so cute and he always play ping-pong during the breaks, even if it´s just a five-minute-break, he´ll run through the corridors to find a ping-pong-table to play on.
Reasons why I should NOT let my feelings keep growing like this:
*He´s two years younger (13!) and it makes me feel like an old pervert.
*He´s probably in love with one of those "cute" girls in his class, and in his age!
*He´s quite a bit shorter than me, which I always get a bit angsty about
*Even if it went well, if we would become a couple, no-one would get it, they´d just tease me (and him) and they´d be horrible. I know them.
I am one of those persons who dream a lot. This is what I dreamt about him the night between thursday and friday:
Me walking a bit behind my friends, when he runs up to me, and walks beside me, saying, ina sort of mumbling voice "Umm.. umm.. y. y.. you.. umm.." lots of times, and finally I say "Sorry?" and he say "What? I didn´t say anything". When I get to my locker with my friends, one of them tells me that he REALLY said that he wanted to "go to an italian restaurant and then walk in the new neighbourhood" but that I didn´t get that. all of the sudden, me and this certain, this girl and I are sitting in the school cafeteria, eating our lunch, when I all of the sudden say "That was a lie you told me, wasn´t it? He didn´t say that for real, did he?" and she kind of laughed in a sort of depising laugh saying "Of COURSE I did, Astrid, you didn´t honestly think he´d give a damn about you, did you?" and I just stood up and tipped her glass of apple juice over until the whole table was covered in apple juice.
Then I dreamt that he and his twin brother was walking the opposite direction, and I turned aroudn and looked at him, and he looked at me all the time and I knew that he was the only one.
Dreams like that stay with you for quite some time. Hmmm. I can´t just forget him, and give it up. I just can´t.
His name is spelled A-D-O-R-E.
Is my name spelled P-E-R-V-E-R-T?
Confused, but still, love,
Astrid x
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Sorry Sinister, but I am about to use you. No, not for any sort of query.
Purely for selfish personal purposes. Of the diversion variety. Hmm. I guess
there is nothing new there, really.
Anyway.
You are to be my vorpal sword as I attempt to slay this frumious
bandersnatch commonly known as insomnia. My battle plan, see, is to try to
beat the beast at its own game - by purposely staying awake as long as
possible (preferably until at least 5 p.m.) until the ferocious foe has no
fuel upon which to feed. In other words, until I collapse in a heap of
exhaustion and sleep until dawn. Yes. ItÂ’s a tall order. But IÂ’ve got you.
And Valley of the Dolls (mwah mwah Magnificent Miss Maddie McNeil).
So IÂ’ve been writing since morning. Well, since the time most people define
as morning, being about 8:30 a.m., since IÂ’ve been up since... 7 p.m.? Er.
Time is very confusing to me right now. I confuse my days and often the
weird logic I utilized when developing my insomnia attack (“So, if I got up
at 7 today instead of 3, that will help because I will go to bed later
tomorrow and get up later and then soon will be on track, right? Wait a sec.
That’s backwards. Er. What?”).
Writing.
Yes.
And not that crazy word processor shit. IÂ’m talking REAL WRITING here, like,
with your hands, on paper, legibly. In fact, more than legibly. It had to be
perfect and pretty, it was for a present. Only it wasnÂ’t of course, perfect
and pretty that is, for my hand was hurting so badly it began to throb and
shake; the letters danced deceptively across the page. And even worse, the
special brown pen I was using began to run out of ink and had to be pressed
down in just the right way or else it didnÂ’t flow and left big scratches
instead. Sigh. I was up against a deadline, the deadline being the insanely
early post office closing time - 2 p.m. - and needless to say, I did not
make it. But I did not despair, for I had a slew of stamps and figured I
could smother the envelopes in them, guessing at weight and all that. Then,
after all was finally finished and I ventured outdoors to walk to the post
box, I realized the big envelopes did not fit in the wee slot. So I have to
wait until Monday anyway. And my sister will hate me for not only missing
our family Christmas for the first time ever, but failing to deliver my
cheap handmade present on time. Pathetic. Especially considering I havenÂ’t
exactly been a busy little bee lately.
Ah well.
IÂ’ve ingested so much poetry over the past week, IÂ’ve begun to regularly
regurgitate in random circumstances. As I stumbled down the street to the
post box twenty minutes ago, I started to recite ‘I go my myriad ways,
blundering, bombastic, dragged..’ On the way to the bakery at 8, ‘I have
measured out my life with coffee spoons.. should I presume, should I
presume?Â’ and once inside, spotting a doddering old woman, I happily
repeated to myself ‘I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear my trousers
rolled.Â’
I suppose there are worse things. In fact, it might make me seem more
educated than I in fact am. Or crazy. Especially since discounting Elliot,
most poems I can be heard quoting are not commonly known.
If I were to actually converse in poetry, I might say: ‘We were tired, we
were merry, we had gone back and forth all night on a ferry. I am living
without you because of a terror, a far-fetched notion that I cannot live
without you. Love is not all: it is not mean nor drink. Let us put on our
appropriate galoshes. I must suffer everything being poor. My childhood
cities, by now IÂ’ve forgotten them all, and you in one of them. I have lost
all desire to communicate with men. I have a bird in my head and a pig in my
stomach. Positively on my own again, heart broken so long ago I hardly
notice. You call that sex? Your absence has gone through me like thread
through a needle. ItÂ’s true, I weep too much. Like this before you, just as
I am. Our story is how still we stood, how fast. Let us go then, you and I.
In a mayonnaise jar I keep the tiny people I shrunk with my magic. Mothers
of America, let your kids go to the movies! Lately IÂ’ve become accustomed to
the way the ground opens up and envelops me each time I go out to walk the
dog. We are the chin-choppers and the golly-woppers and soon we shall
discuss the amputation of your head.Â’
See?
ItÂ’s a bit frightening.
I can only recite a few poems in their entirety, but several snippets of
others lodge themselves in my brain and shoot out at me in sing-song.
Anyway.
What else have I been doing during this sleep deprivation interval? Well,
actually, I went shopping. Yes! I had not intended to, really. Well, of
course I did, you donÂ’t just stumble into online cheese stores by accident
generally. But I mean, it wasnÂ’t my initial intention when pondering what to
get my parents for Christmas. I couldnÂ’t give them poetry. ItÂ’s been done
before. No books (they donÂ’t read). Umm. And everything else requires money,
which I do not have and which they did not want me to spend anyway. Good. So
I was preparing to be lame and pull out my digital camera and microphone and
make it a merry internet media Christmas, but then I thought, ‘Wouldn’t it
be nice to have a little something delivered to the door? Something small.
Something cheap. Something unexpected. Something.. peculiar? Yes! Like..
um.. ha! WouldnÂ’t it be funny to have a nice juicy steak delivered to their
doorstep in a Styrofoam box of ice! Oh yes, it would.
What followed was hours of searching for the perfect cheesy gift (and yes, a
hunk of black currant vodka cheese WAS an option under consideration).
Sorry, #sinister, for subjecting you to this, but you were good sports. And
a special shout-out to Vociferous Vodkabird Vic, for her constant stream of
very valuable advice. For those of you who werenÂ’t there for the
blow-by-blow, my options were as follows:
-Ten monthly shipments of genuine Latvian rye sourdough bread; seemed to be
the best option at $12.95, but then it turned out that shipping bread fresh
from the oven of a Latvian farm matron to NYC and then by airplane to the
nearest airport was a bit more expensive - to the tune of $49. Damn.
- One loaf of special strawberry bread from Illinois. $8.95. Their online
ordering site was down! Egads!
- Polish Party Pack!!! Yes! If it werenÂ’t for the prohibitive price - $50 -
I would have been all over this one. Party Pack from MillieÂ’s Pierogies of
Chicopee, Mass., includes 6 pounds of pierogies in assorted flavors, two
rings of kielbasa and a jar of horseradish. Damn, I REALLY wanted to get
this.
- Other sausages; first stop was an Italian sausage place right down the
street from my parents! Best part of this shopping experience were the
photos that accompanied the company profile (Ooooh look! ThereÂ’s Rod packing
some sausages with a devilish grin!) and the individual product descriptions
(extreme close-up of hand-stuffed sausages in various shapes and sizes. Ew.)
Unfortunately, this too was expensive and I just couldnÂ’t bring myself to
send a sausage, being a vegetarian and all.
- Gallons of Utz Potato Chips or Snyders Pretzels. Oh, lemmie tell ya, I was
PSYCHED to learn that my favorite ghetto potato chips ARE ONLINE! UTZ! Not
only did they sell mass quantities of junk food, but an adorable beanie doll
and weird sports merchandise. I also stopped at Snyders long enough to
become an official member of the Snyders of Hanover Pretzel Eaters Club -
yup, my membership card is IN THE MAIL, BABY! That one is going in my
wallet.
- Amish Shoofly Pie. Is it just me or is there something inherently wrong
with Amish online merchandising? Hmm. And they were OUT OF SHOOFLY PIE!
Wassup wit dat???? High demand for the holidays, I guess. Right.
Yeah.
So there are some great finds out there. If anyone wants actual links, I put
them on my site, www.dreamwater.net/slithytoves under ‘beamish boy.’
After all that, tho, I didnÂ’t get anything. Yeah, go figure, eh? I checked
out beer of the month clubs too, because I liked the idea of forcing my
parents to drink beer and picturing them kicking back with a brewski, but
those things are fucking expensive! I was going to settle on a big hunk of
that weird vodka cheese, but the shipping was almost twice as much as the
actual product, and it seemed just silly to spend that much money on um..
cheese.
Ah well.
I learned some valuable things in the process. Like where to get some scary
pecan sculptures (an onion factory, of course!). And where not to by bread
(an Eastern European country). I really wanted that bread tho. Maybe when
IÂ’m rich.
Oh yes!
I had something else to say! About Honey! Just when I think Honey canÂ’t
possibly get any cooler, she goes and puts up a #sinister radio station!!!
Yes! It is absolutely genius! I mean, weÂ’re a bunch of music fans presumably
getting together to discuss music (although how much this actually happens
is questionable) so it makes sense that we should have a venue to not only
make music recommendations to each other but actally LISTEN to the music
too. What happens is this: individual #sinister folk can peruse a massive
collection of 5,000 mp3s and select songs for the radio playlist which the
rest of the channel can tune in to on a streaming sound connection. IÂ’ve
been enjoying being DJ, forcing people to listen to Aden and Scud Mountain
Boys and Kingsbury Manx and, yes, Crystal Gayle, Barry White and TLC. Hehe.
I think IÂ’ve made some converts, and IÂ’ve discovered some new music meself
as well. Anyway, having said all that IÂ’m NOT going to give you the direct
link cause then the station would be flooded with users which would be NO
GOOD. So youÂ’ll just have to go to #sinister to get the addy. Muaahahaha!
This is really my sneaky way of getting more of you into #sinister. See how
that works? Clever, eh? Oh yeah, my poppa donÂ’t call me smartass for
nothing. Er. Smart.
I be off now.
Behave!
Wishing you lots of nog and snog this holiday season,
~dahling
ps: is anyone asking santa for Athenian airfare for Christmas? Hmmmm? My
latest picnic plan is to take over a wee club here for a sinister party. Mmm
hmm. So letÂ’s fill it!
pps: I actually wrote this last night but fell asleep before I could send
it. True story. But I made it to 6 p.m. I think! Thanks guys.
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hm, now the archives have come back to haunt me i feel a bit like i'm
living in the past. any minute now i'll be drinking 7 pints of bitter,
dancing to take that, and trying to produce essays on jane austen and
wordsworth. not to mention falling for unsuitable post-grads and
writing bad poetry. and while there are some aspects of my student days
i would rather NOT revisit, i'm suddenly nostalgic for using my brain.
maybe i can do a lit or film studies MA and go back to talking out of my
arse full-time. (zoe - that wasn't a comment on film studies, but on
me. your dissertation sounds great!)
welcome scott, and don't worry about not being indie enough - i don't
feel *anything* enough, but sinister is a good place to not be it :)
and where can we get hold of your novel?
oh, and i just want to say:
http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199810/msg00581.htmlhttp://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199810/msg00624.htmlhttp://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199811/msg00369.htmlhttp://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199811/msg01300.html
the words POT and KETTLE spring to mind :)
luv archel xxx
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I can't believe I spelled Stuart's name wrong in the
last email. See, I'm really not cool...I told you.
After my post, I decided to venture out into the rain
and walked down to the record store to *buy* the new
EP. When I came back and played it on my laptop
somehow I realized what I had done so I just had to
correct it. Leave it to an author, right...
Cheers!
Scott
www.scottneiss.net
--- Scott Neiss <scottneiss(a)yahoo.com> wrote:
> I thoroughly enjoy reading Sinister, though this is
> my
> first post. Why? Perhaps I�m nervous about what to
> say. I�m a bit self-conscious about not fitting-in
> or
> something.
>
> That�s probably because I�m not as indie as I like
> to
> think I am: I can�t bear not to capitalize my �I�s�;
> being an American, my mind has been at least
> slightly
> warped by the culture around me; I�m no longer a
> student (though I wish I still were...but, then
> again,
> I was a business major); I don�t own a record
> player;
> I do own a Palm; I�m contemplating, dare I say,
> downloading the new B&S on MP3; and I work in
> software. By the way, I'm also the author of a
> novel
> affectionately entitled �the state I am in� (though
> in
> order to actually sell anything, I would have to be
> overly ambitious and manipulative � which I�m not
> very
> good at � so my book doesn�t sell very well...which
> is
> okay because I am happy with it).
>
> That MP3 part...I wouldn�t actually do it. B&S is
> the
> only band in the world that I wouldn�t do it to.
> B&S
> is the most beautiful, pure music in the world. It
> is
> a sort of common understanding across cultures and
> lifestyles. It is a celebration of a lifestyle we
> can�t all live...but it�s at least alive in our
> imaginations. I know, I�m not telling you anything
> you don�t already know and it�s starting to sound a
> little canned. When I saw the show in Seattle just
> days after the tragedy...well, I can�t really
> describe
> how perfect it all was. And when I caught the
> licorice that Stewart threw into the crowd...let�s
> just say that I�ll keep it forever! I�m even
> thinking
> about framing it along with a great picture I
> snapped
> of the band!
>
> I don�t have any delicious stories to share right
> now...or anything particularly witty to say as I
> look
> out my quiet office window at yet another rainy
> Seattle day. If something comes to me, I�ll let you
> know. I just wanted to say hi and that I enjoy
> Sinister.
>
> Scott Neiss
>
>
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I was just reading an old post by Archel and she was talking about weird
movies and I just remembered all about the scariest film I have ever seen in
my life...
It was a few weeks ago and I decided that I was bored and decided to watch
"Ring"(1996) by Hideo Nakata. If you have seen it you'll know what I'm
talking about...If you ever see it, then I am warning you that your
television will never look the same again..It's about this journalist who
discovers that there is a mystery around a video tape that if you see it you
will get a telephone call telling you that you will die in a week. Then
after a week you actually do die. It is quite complicated and SOOOOO
SCARY!!!I think that what makes it scary is that it is filmed in a very
naturalistic way.The lighting is fairly neutral .Also, the film is not made
as a science fiction film or horror.Everything is depicted as perfectly
normal.There is a scene that I will tell you about it because even if you
know it's SO SCARY it doesn't matter.So, at this scene pure evil-yes, yes-
comes out of the television and that's where I put my head in my jumper-you
can do that...- ,sat deeper in the couch and started moving like an autistic
saying "ohmegod, ohmegod...". I got scared ok???
Since I am talking about films, I want to see Storytelling but I am a bit
dubious about it as I am constantly thinking about "Happiness" and whether
Solondz can live up to it.The feedback so far hasn't been encouraging but I
have to go and see for myself.
When I first started writing here I had just entered university and now I am
almost finished -sweeeeeeet (or that horrible thing that people say and when
I hear it I want to smack them: "awwwww!!Bless!!!".)...-which means I have
to do a dissertation.
Anyway, since my degree is Media and Comm. with Film I decided that I don't
really want to do a dissertation on New Media, Internet and Politics but
instead I want it to be about film!!So, this is the title of my dissertation
and I am excited about it-I won't be so excited in May but hey...
"Representations of a dystopian, technologically advanced world in three
contemporary films" and it is going to be EITHER about Blade Runner,
Terminator 2 and The Matrix OR Brazil instead of Terminator. It's all about
films, popular culture and stuff...It's going to be my masterpiece...I
know...
Oh yeah.You know, there is this REALLY CHEESY series on ITV2 called
Felicity.Does anybody know about it??It's soooo politically correct it would
make Todd Solondz puke and decide that he has to go and become a nun, at the
same time!
I was watching it the other day -double bill as well.It's my job to watch
horrible TV.But I love TV.It's what I live for...no, ok...but I like it
anyway- and it was all about this person who is not having a good
relationship with his father and that other girl hose birth father has died
and she lectures him etc etc...it's got everything: student life and
university troubles, fathers who are alcoholics, sons who have childhood
traumas because the alcoholic fathers were never there-I can feel the tears
coming-, daughters who found out they were adopted and came to NYC to find
their birthparents and then her birth father dies because she didn't help
when he needed a bone marrow transplant and SHE was the only donor!!!HOW
HORRIBLE!!!Beverly Hills (first cycles) is nothing in front of this troubled
show..Oh yeah the best part was when Felicity-the main character-missed her
exams because she was doing jiggy jiggy with her boyfriend and then they
realised that there was something wrong with the clock and so the boyfriend
went to the lecturer and explained how it was all his fault and please give
her a chance, 'cos I love her...
mmm I know I have talked about it a lot but it's pure cheese...
oh well, on that note:BYE BYE
stilton
nope
cheddar
nope
blue cheese
nope
......................
z.
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+-+ "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 +-+
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I thoroughly enjoy reading Sinister, though this is my
first post. Why? Perhaps I�m nervous about what to
say. I�m a bit self-conscious about not fitting-in or
something.
That�s probably because I�m not as indie as I like to
think I am: I can�t bear not to capitalize my �I�s�;
being an American, my mind has been at least slightly
warped by the culture around me; I�m no longer a
student (though I wish I still were...but, then again,
I was a business major); I don�t own a record player;
I do own a Palm; I�m contemplating, dare I say,
downloading the new B&S on MP3; and I work in
software. By the way, I'm also the author of a novel
affectionately entitled �the state I am in� (though in
order to actually sell anything, I would have to be
overly ambitious and manipulative � which I�m not very
good at � so my book doesn�t sell very well...which is
okay because I am happy with it).
That MP3 part...I wouldn�t actually do it. B&S is the
only band in the world that I wouldn�t do it to. B&S
is the most beautiful, pure music in the world. It is
a sort of common understanding across cultures and
lifestyles. It is a celebration of a lifestyle we
can�t all live...but it�s at least alive in our
imaginations. I know, I�m not telling you anything
you don�t already know and it�s starting to sound a
little canned. When I saw the show in Seattle just
days after the tragedy...well, I can�t really describe
how perfect it all was. And when I caught the
licorice that Stewart threw into the crowd...let�s
just say that I�ll keep it forever! I�m even thinking
about framing it along with a great picture I snapped
of the band!
I don�t have any delicious stories to share right
now...or anything particularly witty to say as I look
out my quiet office window at yet another rainy
Seattle day. If something comes to me, I�ll let you
know. I just wanted to say hi and that I enjoy
Sinister.
Scott Neiss
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+-+ "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 +-+
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Hey guys.
I have a ticket going spare for the Glasgow QMU gig on the 20th. This is due
to my friend realising he won't be in the city on that date.
It'll cost ye face value.
Anyone who's interested, mail me off-list at:
jasonandreas(a)btinternet.com
And I'll get back to you asap.
- Jason
(apologies for list-abuse, if this constitutes it)
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+-+ "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 +-+
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Now, picture the scene:
MY LIVING ROOM, you may imagine it as either lofty palace or run-down
crap-hole, it's not important, as long as it has a TV and door.
I sit in front of TV, watching video of Jools Holland
I reminise(i _know_ this is wrong (the speeling, that is)) about what a good
song The magic of a kind word is
My Godfather Mark, who is living downsatirs from us at the moment as the
roof of his house fell in, enters. He works for the BBC, by the way.
GODFATHER: You watch Jools Holland?
ME: Yeah, sometimes
GF: I can get you tickets to that if you like
ME: That would be great
GF: OK, i'll see what I can do.
GRRRRRR..... If only I had thought to ask him about it _before_ the Jools
session. I could have seen them once more.
Now: Some things I meant to mention last time:
I _was_ going to comment on the mysterious abscence of Ms. Llew, but then
she appeared in a cloud of post-coloured smoke. (You may decide upon your
own colour of post)
I have found the shop called Kentronic. I will take a photo of it sometime
Maja's post will be at the top of my inbox for the 20 years or so, which I
quite like.
I am pleased to see the return of Corduroy Boy
I am pleased to say that Max thinks I'm BRILLIANT and I am very much pleased
with myself
There were some other things... but I can't remember them...
Now: Some things I am going to mention now:
I have made myself a computer useable picture of myself. I have done this by
pressing my face against the scanner at school. It looks surprisingly like
me but you probably wouldn't recognise me all the same.
I like the new sinister page with all the snowflakes
It's an emergency! There's no more wait and see!
Now: That's what I call music:
Grrrrrrrr... Even indie music stores in Camden do not have the Camera
Obscura album. It's probably 'cos one of you bought it. Anyone own up to
buying the last copy in Rythm Records?
OK, so this post has been somewhat fragmented and my posts are generally
more fluid than that but there you go, planet Earth is blue and there's
nothing I can do but there you go north country girl, I think she's gone for
good but there you go.
!Viva Rachels!
Joe Rachel Pancake Vester
P.S. Did anyone know that Rachel's are playing at All Tomorrow's parties
next year. I want to go, but probably won't manage it due to haveing a brain
the size of a shrivelled pea. Maybe I can persuade my friend Dan to come and
then we can have fun arguing about what bands to see.
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+-+ "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 +-+
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Oh dear.
I was ill yesterday and had to go home. All because I went to a takeaway
called Ali BabaÂ’s 40 Amazing Dishes the night before. People said I was as
green as a green plate of mushy peas and I felt like one too. I should have
known better, but IÂ’m always a sucker for a stupid name. IÂ’m always the one
who drinks the guest ale called The ReverendÂ’s Ring, even though it tastes
like wellies.
So I went home, had some soup, went to bed, had some soup, watched Richard
and Judy and had some soup. On Richard and Judy they have a phone-in quiz
where you have to describe an object without mentioning its name:
[A picture of a tree flashes onto the screen]
Caller: Erm, it grows in the garden.
Richard and Judy: Grass!
Caller: No. ItÂ’s big and itÂ’s got a trunk.
Judy: An elephant!
Poor Judy. She still shakes a lot too. When they left their show on ITV I
thought it might be because Judy was shaking so much her hands were creating
a strobe lighting effect. When the new show began I half expected a health
warning beforehand: Warning, This Program Contains A Trembling Woman.
All in all a wasted day. And I felt guilty feeling sorry for myself. On the
bus home I offered my seat to an old man who was gripping one of the poles
for dear life. He said “Oh no thank you young man. It’s my legs, you see. If
I sit down IÂ’ll never get up again. Of course I consider myself lucky
compared to some.” I felt pretty pathetic after that.
Bloody Ali Baba. He can stuff his 39 other “Amazing Dishes”
It’s good to see a debate on IWUTU. In my opinion it’s the best ‘single’
theyÂ’ve done so far. IÂ’m not sure why but somehow, despite the style being
so different, the title song feels like something off If YouÂ’re Feeling
Sinister. I think it must be the lyrics; sad, honest and funny all at once.
ItÂ’s good to revisit a bit of smut from Archel too. I remember reading that
post about orgies before I met her and *being very scared*. But sheÂ’s never
that smutty in real life and rather sweet. Maybe IÂ’m just not trying hard
enough, eh Archel?
I'm off to have some soup...
Robinx
PS: To all the Bobs on our mixtape team: IÂ’m still trying to work out the
rules but when I have IÂ’ll let you know and we can devise a plan of action.
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+-+ "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 +-+
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