Dear list: I believe it was sometime, early in 1999 (it was probably a very warm day down here in the Carolinas. I cannot dare describe the weather here during spring and early summer) that I changed my style from capital letters at the beginning of a sentence (like the rest of the world does) to no capitalization anywhere unless I mentioned God, Truth, or Isobel. But as you can see, I am now reverting back to my former ways, and doing as we should be doing: upholding the frank, and dare I say, strict regulations administered by the English language. You all know what I'm talking about: the shoulder girl. Yes, fine and well, she's the can't miss photo on the Sinister body parts page. Now, I have been out of the loop here in Sinister land for quite a while, and I seem to recall that there was, at one point, a bit of a debate as to who the shoulder girl really is. Frankly, I don't care. Because I am in love with the shoulder girl. She sits, so delicately, on my computer desktop (I chose the "set as wallpaper" and never looked back), staring at me. I just can't help it. The way her hair bands are red and blue. Well, it melts me. Now, before you all laugh and/or scream at my screamability, think: have you ever totally fallen for someone because of a small thing like their nails, or their eyelashes? Right, well, then it's not so far-fetched now is it? I feel so silly. But silliness is the mead, and we are just a cronie-filled mead hall, I suppose. I am just so naive. And last night I took my computer (it's a laptop, you see) to my friend's room to have it fixed, and he looked at the picture and said: "Boy those are dick sucking lips." Whew. There goes the naivete. I equate that to finding out Santa Claus isn't real. All the innocence. Gone. Oh well. I apologize for the smut factor. But I had to lay it on the line. You understand, don't you? There has been recent talk of having crushes on Eminem. While I don't have a crush on him, there is a certain element to Britney Spears that makes her cute as a button. Oh heeheehawhaw all you went. She's cute. Mega-cute. I used to have a theory that I was invisible. No kidding. I would sometimes pass my hand before my eyes and think that I couldn't see it. I now get the feeling this predicament is happening again. Sometimes I'll be in the lunch line and I'll just pass through with no acknowledgement. Hmmm. So I've rediscovered the love. Of B&S. That's right, this is list content. I threw in TBWTAS yesterday and almost cried. It's now one of those records that remind of a specific time in my life, and more than anything, I saw colors, and flashes of moments I had forgotten, now remembered. I urge everyone to go play a record they haven't played in a long long time. You never know what you might rediscover. goodnight the nerdy shy-eyed pacifist blake http://members.tripod.com/nucleartrout +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+