there are fireworks Saturday night is fireworks night even though the gunpowder plot is more properly commerorated the 'morrow (this prissy exactitude is in a vain attempt to keep Christmas to the season of advent; the millenium 'till 2001; the American elections where they are due... an internationally important piece of news by now, but I could've lived without the coverage of it 6 months ago) So the sparks are flying either side of the window, noisly, but failing to align their cheerfully colourful little bursts of affection in front of me. the season for it This is not the season for content, one suspects, or at least not until Emmanuel has Come. Someone mentioned listening to Belle tunes after a break, and choosing Legal Man. My eye, too, has hovered over that CD spine in terms of a re-entry to the world of Belle, being short and jolly and freeing me from the crushing requirement to analyze lyrics... dadaddadadaa...dadadadadada! yay. But I listen to a tape of Axelle Red instead, cos she sings cute and funky stuff in French which I don't even try to understand. technology Everything in it's place: weblogs in weblogland, music news in sinister... is this the structure for a well-ordered hard disc? I'm sure it's a wise concept, but too clever and complicated for a haggard old virgin like me. I like people throwing this and that and whatever into sinister mail. Kind of like a wondrous pile of jittery, exciteable junk that makes my breakfast, of a weekday, a pleasure and, of a weekend, the kind of stimulation apt to throw me into paroxysms of feedback, albeit that the particular agencies are now deep down in my subconcious. chat Sinister chat was quite busy last night/morning/siesta whatever it was for you. Funnily, some peeps on chat are scared to post, and some people who post are scared to go on chat! Yer should all get together at a picnic and bake scones or something in order to bond, cos yer all cool and cute and...sinister. Anyways it would be awesome to see what 1300 people in a chat room would be like. Suppose Honey would have to divide us all into little anterooms like they do on CH4 guest chats (sorry, UK only ref... it's like where questions are selected from the people who've logged in and then transferred to a kind of VIP chatroom... basically it doesn't work.) the subject See the subject line, I opened the book at random and that was it... it's strange because, generally, opening a book at random, one doesn't generally come instantly across something so quotable. But, apologies, and it is, I suppose, a flaw in random stuff: it'll be widely regarded as irrelevant. Which sums up this post rather neatly:) love and kisses, Gordon +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+