Hello you lot, Death and Smiths and drinking and appearances. Sometimes I am overwhelmed with all the topics, but isn't this life? I would rather be overwhelmed and/or confused than bored - and boring this list is not. I read it all and I am happy. Well, I found and bought Belle & Sebastian live at the bowlie bbc cd. I think I can hear some of you yelling and whooping it up. Ah. This cd makes my heart flutter like I've got a crush on someone. Occasionally, it fools me into thinking I really do have a tangible and here crush, but I don't. Maybe it's just Stuart's voice, the way he says, "(flaming) lips". I haven't yet seen American Beauty or anything else "mainstream" because the Vancouver Film Festival has been going on and, being the poor/cheap bastard I am, I volunteered (free movies!). By Sunday I will have seen 15 films in about 2 weeks. Yow. Only price to pay was that of having to deal with self-important film-school types. Anyway. I saw "Get Real", a British film about a 16 year old boy who is gay and wants to fall in love and be loved, like all teenagers (and everyone?). That's an over-simplification of the plot, but I don't want to give anything away. This film is so good and sweet and smart. Makes me want to be in super-love. Everyone who is sinister should go and see it. I also saw "The War Zone". Bleak. I'm not quite sure what I think of it. A lot of rain and wind. A messed up family. Made me feel like something terrible had just happened in my family and I'd just gone and sat in my room in the middle of winter for days on end, blocking thoughts and stagnating. I don't know whether this is good or bad, just that it is something that happens in life. Of course, the film did not last for days on end, but for only about 2 hours. The Netherlands' "One Man and His Dog" was good (though no Arling and Cameron in the soundtrack). As was Canada's "4 Days". And lots of others. So many movies. It puts me into a bit of a state, very visually oriented and always thinking that I am being entertained or merely an observer rather than actually *in* my life. Levels of reality. I did the Keirsey test. I am labeled as an INFP. Pretty bang on. The descriptions of personalities are quite good. I never want to fall for believing it all though, like I wouldn't want to accept the facts of my fate if they became known to me. On that strange note, infp (in nothing for parentheses) yours, Robyn P.S. Thank you Laura for putting your lit list up on the web. My film-strained eyes await its launch. P.S.x2 I don't know why I'm speaking in such a weird tone today. Maybe it is because my hair is extra messy - must be the rain. My hairdresser (sorry, "stylist") calls it "a controlled mess", but today I forgot the control part. ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden@yahoo.com Vancouver, BC __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+