I, for one, am happy that GayJay is using his free time productively by writing fictional tales. I only wish that next time I'm involved it be embellished a little more. Perhaps with me having eyes which are a "beautiful cornflower blue that speak of Sunday picnics in simpler times" or putting me in a pair of "smart Manolo Blahniks" along with that sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss of mine. I shall leave it up to him though as I have complete faith in any boy who can turn a rain sodden New Year's Day meetup and the most innocent of pecks on the cheek into something so torrid, turgid, and tawdry. What else do you expect from a theater boy? Well, besides good coffee as that is what they spend most of their time making. I now feel as if I should tell a little story of my own which I shall not entitle the albino dwarf and the princess. A couple of months ago I met this boy. Now, don't worry he's not a *boy* so no need to worry that your eyes will start to glaze over as I weave a story about some dashing and charming young fool. In fact, when I described what he looked like to the aforementioned Jay I got the response of, "Sounds like ... you'll be talking about Lord of the Rings a lot." Hee! Now, I've talked with plenty the cute boy about Lord of the Rings but to have a description that lends that response. Well, just rest assured that no swooning on my part was taking place. Actually, to be honest I shouldn't even classify him as a boy as he is another breed entirely - a bartender. Aren't bartenders great? I mean I always end up falling for waitresses because I'm a sucker for anyone who brings me food so imagine my eternal love when it's booze which is being served. I have a special affinity for a certain cute bartender named Gordon in Chapel Hill. He tells funny stories like how he was being really really nice to Sleaze Boy Version 1.0 because he thought had MS. Then he just realized he was just really really drunk. Oh Gordon, I love you. Anyway, back to my little hobgoblin. So, I met him a few months ago and he has started making me these mix cds - usually one a week. This naturally leads to discussions about music to which I name some bands that he should listen to, including our fair Belle and Sebastian. After such recommendation, he returns to me ECSTATIC with GLEE about how wonderful the group is. I was very happy and proud to have won a new convert. UNTIL, he gives me my latest mix in which he has put his favorite B&S song on. Do you know what it was? BEYOND THE SUNRISE To my credit I didn't spit in his face but talk about deep sorrow flowing from one's brow. Le sigh, Le Llew _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+