Hello. I decided to make use of both upper and lowercase letters today. Let's see how this pans out. A certain Mr. S. Kado made mention of an all-consuming shoe finding compulsion. Oh my friend, if you only knew how I understand your pain. My case involved a life-defining mission for authentic Wallabees. Thanks to the dusty shelves of a certain Florsheim outlet store, I found them. A green pair and a brown pair - both for the price of one. Yes, the one benefit of having mallard-duck-like-sized-feet (I wasn't sure where to put the hypen so I put it everywhere) is that a girl like me can find herself some men's shoes. Not good for vanity, but for style it is crucial. Of course, that was several years ago, and now the stores are filled with cheap and unconvincing knockoffs. It really bothers me. To the point of desperation really. My newest find was a pair of bluegrey booties (think nouveau desert boots) at an odd little store in Kin-of-Cardine (in the heart of Huron County...or something like that). They make me happy. Anyway, this is not quite on-topic but is anyone else annoyed with the Moulawn pronunciation of Moulin Rouge? To say nothing of the fact that they say "Marmalawd" and not "marmalaid". Wow, funny the things that bother me. I actually spent a good fraction of my day wondering how long it took to scrape all that makeup off Christina Aguieleisiskdlealdjalara's face. On a lighter note, I was publicly called a freak by the girls behind me in the cinema (or the show, or the the-ay-tre). I was with my best friend (with whom i bear no personality resemblance - she's the blonde cheerleader type who judges potential boyfriends on how they look in a turtleneck sweater and I ... am not) and we were laughing uncontrollably at things no one else finds funny. Mind you, this was all well before the movie began. We forgot there weere other people around us, but during one lull in our mirthmaking, the girl behind me whispered "Oh my god, those two are such freaks!" Well, thanks a lot. You could tell she realized we heard it and was quite embarassed. Still, it hurt. Just because I was telling her about how my roommate and I had a sexchat racket going on doesn't give her the right to call me a freak. Speaking of sexchat rackets, I'd like to know who screens these things. My roommate was once clearly annoyed to find that one of her messages to the Grapevine (free for ladies anytime) was not admissable. In her words:"Fucking hell, I didn't even say cunt!" I hazarded a guess that her wanton use of pseudo-Christian references might have been the rationale for deleting the message. I just wonder who gets to decide what's too dirty for sex chat. I also wonder what the qualifications are for screening all those messages........hmmmm.......how positively gothic, but decidedly not freakish. Final thought. I keep automatically associating "take your carriage clock and shove it" with the marx brothers. I can't explain why. Two of my favourite things are perpetually intertwined. (ISn't intertwined slightly redundant?) Belle and Sebastian meet A Day at the Races. I know it's bizarre but it's the truth (man). You know, my inner spirituality calling out for a voice (man). Sorry, I just had to be snarky there. Truly and deeply yours (until you kick me out) Marybethhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+