Been a while since my last post... Shafted yesterday's Psych 1 lecture and skipped on over to the comic store instead. Walked out with $15 dollars worth of new comics (ten years ago, that would have bought me, oh, 15 comics...today that buys me five) and again skipped over to Whizz Records. I had reviewed the new Southpacific album this week and absolutely fell in love, so I talked to Breeze about ordering my own copyt. I can almost guarantee that I'll be broke by the time it comes in, but knowing the speed at which Breeze works, I'll probably be out of school and raising kids by the time he finally calls me to tell me they've arrived. Made it home in one piece, read my Batman comics, and took a nap. Woke that evening, got some dinner, and footed it over to Drew's dorm room. He was wanting to read the latest Sin City and was finished making tapes of my "Tigermilk" and "LLPJ" CDs (and now that I think of it, I don't believe I made it out of his room with them...that sneaky rat). We sat around, expounding on the brilliance of Frank Miller and carrying on about whether or not "Watchmen" was REALLY better than "Dark Knight Returns". We're such nerds. Looking at the clock, we realized that it was almost time to head over to the Ranch, and we didn't have a ride. Thankfully, Tony hadn't left his apartment left and was willing to swing by and pick us up. Got to the Ranch around 9:30. The Ranch is a big, ranch-style house right outside of Columbia, and the guys who live there are always bringing bands in to play in the oversized basement. A spacy noise rock extravaganza of a band called the Allscars were playing. Someone said that they had connections to Nation of Ulysses and Dischord Records, but I never pursued to find out what their story was. They played well, with the lead singer/trumpeter guy providing more entertainment through his dancing than through the actual music. Near the very end of their set, he ran into the crowd, handing people whistles and kazoos to play. I was one of the lucky recipients, but again, I don't believe I made it out of the basement with my whistle. After it was all over, we hung around, trying to decide what to do. Drew was talking to a few of our friends from the radio station, while I was chatting it up with an attractive little number with short dark hair and an equally short skirt. Lost interest in her after she told me that she hadn't read "High Fidelity" but insisted that it couldn't be any better than "Our Noise". Blasphemy. And just as I was figuring out what to put on her mix tape, no less... Drew, Tony, and I drove over to our friend John's house for post-show refreshments (Pabst Blue Ribbon and burgers cooked on John's new George Foreman grill). John had a few video tapes lying around, so we popped one in--"Real TV: Disasters Caught on Tape!" Nothing we haven't seen in similar shows on Fox every week, but it fit the atmosphere. Drew and Tony left right before a few more radio station kids showed up. I stayed there until 4:00, listening to Big Star and Dusty Springfield. Everyone headed out or turned in around the same time, and I got a ride back to the dorm. My roommate was nowhere to be found--probably off in his girlfriend's bedroom, where he can be found most of the time--and I crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow, my head filled with dreams of Batman and girls with good taste. Joseph "Ooh, my picture is finally on the Sinister page" Askins +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+