PLEASE! GO! AND! TALK! ABOUT! GENOCIDE! AND! OTHER! STUFF! ELSEWHERE! BETWEEN! YOURSELVES! MAYBE?! NOT! ON! SINISTER! Phew. I get this awful sinking feeling whenever people start referring to each others' posts and addressing things to specific other people in rather less than tender terms. Anyhoo, apart from that, welcome back to the hardy perennial that is the classy cartoons debate. Battle For The Planet (or G-Force, as I knew it) was, in fact, shit-hot, although quite silly on occasion. It was the only thing apart from Star Wars we had on video (ah, early VHS: toploader, brushed steel, weighed as much as a Nissan Micra) when I lived in Nigeria as a wean. That and any number of insufferable Porky Pig offerings. However, we must not discount the current offerings: Dexter's Lab is indeed mighty fine, and the Powerpuff Girls is, as I noted on a recent Sky-trip, scarily addictive, with its flashing lights and dayglo irony. Yum. So I went to see Broadcast in a black smelly pit of Doom on Wednesday. Very pleasant indeed, and they even R!O!C!K!E!D! a bit. My goodness. I didn't know how many people in Oxford were up for a bit of the Mighty 'Cast, but I was rather surprised at the number that squeezed themselves sweatily into The Point. Maybe I shouldn't have worn an ankle-length fleece skirt, as it was rather warmer than was comfy. Bleurrgh. Mr Carsmile had to retreat to the doorway in horror at the humidity levels, the great wuss ;) Watched Batman and Robin on telly last nite. I think I'm too old for the modern action thriller. What a load of arse, tit and poo. So, in conclusion, go and see Broadcast if they come your way, as they make fab tinkly noises, don't ever watch films with George Clooney in them (stick to reruns of ER), and discuss scary subjects on your own time (please?). I think about all this stuff too much to have it impinge on the cool fluffiness of Sinister. Not being didactic, just asking. I'm going to be old(er) tomorrow! 22 looms like a big old palindrome. Argh. Liz :x "Love without hope, as when the young birdcatcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter; So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by." Robert Graves +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+