Hello and hi, variously. The subject line is one of those sentences that read the same way forward as beakward, I forgot what they are called. Anyway, it is the oldest one known. Sinisteria has brought up some interesting points lately, which I will now address: Jonny said: "I've always wondered what happened to other people when their parents hear the band. My Dad is getting quite fond of them now. He gave me a lift to uni in september and I left FYHC in his car, he really liked it, saying it reminded him of Simon and Garfunkle". That's *exactly* what my dad they sounded like. He likes them, but not enough to ever listen to them I think. He likes "noisy" music better. Many a day, you can hear Black Sabbath blaring from the living room. His comment on Pulp, which my sister played for him, was that they reminded him of Roxy Music. He doesn't like them though, because of the frequent references to infidelity. My mom, however, loves Pulp, and the day is drawing near that I will try to indoctrinate her into the B+S cult. I failed with my sister, whose taste is otherwise nearly identical to mine--she says it's too soft and folky. Hmph. I keep trying. listdomlisa said: "b&s has somehow become synonymous with "charlie brown" in this tiny sector of terrible america...b&s (specifically b&s) has become known as "charlie brown music"..." (and later mentioned "seeing other people") Ha ha ha ha! I have thought the very same thing about "seeing other people"! Not that it's a bad thing. and... Jay said: "my question though is *did* anyone besides brier and i scream "no, it's schroeder!" at the monitor?" I didn't *scream* it, but I furrowed my brow quizzically, and thought it. Schroeder probably *wasn't* gay-- Lucy was just a vile shrew, and he knew it. Life has been disgustingly boring for a long time now. Tonight at work, I had a horrible headache that nearly split my skull every time I bent over (which is a lot, since I'm a janitor). I swept out from behind the ice machine, and I could tell that it hadn't been done since the last time I did it, when I worked there before. It was a graveyard of dead crickets and rock hard pieces of bread, and dust balls the size of my head. In the summer, the building is a magnet for all kinds of weird bugs that I've never seen anywhere else--the strangest are these huge beetles with beautiful green metallic backs. My supervisor is going to Pittsburg to go to hockey games next week. I don't care much for sports, but that Mario Lemieux is a fine specimen of manhood, in opinion. I'd like to take him to my Shack o' Luv in the woods. I said this to my supervisor, and was only met with a confused look. Obviously, I have nothing of merit to say. I will retreat to my cave, and succumb to lusty Lemieux fantasies. --Jenny Janitoria P.S. Also, hi to Gordon! Thanks for signing my guestbook, delightful to hear from you! ===== http://www.virtue.nu/sevenveils __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email at your own domain with Yahoo! Mail. http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+