Hello Sinister. You'll forgive the sack cloth and ashes, I'm sure. I'm always lamenting* you see, and I do my Lamentation Old Skool style. So let's all join hands and dance around Cheesybun Eric for being a New York picnic Mummy. *Tra la la, hi de hi! Fol de rol de rol! Wasn't that fun? We should do that more often. Make sure you write him back with all your plans to attend. And bring him plenty of cheap white wine in thanks. It's been a busy week for me. Actually it hasn't, and since I'm not Christene Irene, I won't plumb the depths of my personal ennui for you. At length**. I did however, spend significant time this week stalking what can only be called The Lil'est Emo Kid. Imagine it: Little Chuck Taylors! A Little Strokes-esque Fringe! Little Cord Flares! A Little Mechanic's Jacket! I can tell you, it was even better than your imagination! We followed him down the street and watched him go into the Drug store (possibly to buy Lil' Condoms) and then to the Record Store, where he reclined against a sign that merely said "EMO." Oh, to have had a camera! We thought, my! What an ideal Children's Book Character he would make with all his Lil' Friends, like the Lil'est Hipster and the Lil'est Indie Grrl. (Can you imagine the pictures? "The Lil'est Emo Kid couldn't be a Barista 'cause he couldn't reach the Espresso machine!" "Though he tried and tried, the Lil'est Emo Kid couldn't reach the cash register to make change for the guy who bought a David Gray album!***") We even got to see him putting up (though not very far up) Lil' Posters for his Lil' Band! Chapel Hill Rulz. Other stuff happened, too, like eating Fried Chicken with bats**** (Plural!) around. But that was with Laura Llew, and let's face it, she deserves a post of nothing but her! And always remember: Binge THEN purge. GayJay *Apparently I am always lamentating. According to Eric's post. ** I love you too, Miss Idleberry and Mr Markelby ***You buy that, you OUGHT to be screwed out of something. Besides your dignity. ****YES THEY WERE LAURA. You couldn't see. Birds don't fly at night, anyway. -- "The Posby falls into a Trance In which it does a little Dance." Edward Gorey _________________________________________________________________ The new 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+