so i was just reading my netscape news. this one story i found particularly horrid. it seems that some punk ass kid called the family of an army soldier and told them their son was killed in Iraq. Of course, the family because hysterically upset (duh) and, upon calling the army to get the details, found out it was some sort of sick joke. they hadn't heard from their son since january so it seemed to be logical to them. whomever they spoke with at the army office assured them that their son was safe and sound and that, in the event of a casualty, all branches of the military notify you in person of the situation. then they arranged a phone call so that the family could hear their sons voice and be assured. what a sick fuck. who would do that? i mean, i have a weird sense of humour, but it would NEVER occur to me to do something like that. after reading that, i went to see what words my phone number spells...nothing interesting. something like "me 87937 o" or similar. lame. ah well. the sun shines brightly in chicagoish today and here i sit, for the 9th day in a row, with a fever. afer spending 2 hours at the park this morning, my charges (and i) are ready for some well earned sleep. just found out about a new U2 dvd that will be released soon. a sort of history type thing. i'm tre excited. also read that the new radiohead album will come with a re-mixed/arranged/mastered copy of pablo honey. hmm. my apologies to my posse....i have been soooooooooo bad about replying to email. sorry :o( see, i had nothing to say really. just felt like saying hi to all of you....and telling you about that rude person and thier "joke" grr.. my latest favourite song follows.... ~stine my twentieth century i woke up this morning, dreading the thoughts of another, dull and boring day hey! woe is me. i go out on the streets, northside of the city i see the steel, the fading rust and the fields i used to play in.... my friends are famous and all my foes live happy loved by lycra, fooled by velcro and fucked by what they need.... but who am i to criticise? my pointing finger backfires i hang my head down low. i once believed in jesus, now i can't believe in rock 'n' roll from baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly green hey! the myth is magic, do you know what i mean? the politics of sin and of sex suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, will it ever change? but who am i to criticise? i've made my bed, i lie on it and hold my head up high my disbelief. my fake redemption. my twentieth century. my holy war. my self indulgence. my twentieth century. my human flesh. my sad dependence. my twentieth century. my apathy. my big decision. my twentieth century. � __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Tax Center - File online, calculators, forms, and more http://tax.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 +-+ +-+ "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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+