sincerest sinister, <<<< not much for me to say, but stragely compelled anyway>>>> windisch enjoyed his own personal first day of spring this weekend. that fool never waits for the calendar or the lunar to signify the change of seasons. instead he waits for the warm sun to fill his face and the whistful breeze to cool his brow. this past saturday there was both, plus a family of friends, the backyard ramp, and cold beer by the crackling camp fire. the first of many. the rebirth of the growing season. in a related development, this happy monday marks the start of his final week as office pest in cubicle hell. come the idles of march, mister mike will begin tilling the earth as a gardner with lotus. out of meetings and into the air. gone with stress, on with fatigue. begone company email abuse, bring on an honest days toil. <<<< some say. then he say. conversation brings community <<<<< i can't recollect who, but some sinner said last week that <<< whenever she got frustrated you would yell "Judas Priest" which of course, everyone found hysterical....>>> while i'm not sure of the scriptural antecedant of this term, it did not stop me from busting a gut laughing at the jamoke (noun - a rather nice piece of amerikan vernacular meaning fella/bloke/guy)who came into the beepster chat room the other day with the handle "hell bent for leather". Even though i was sedately ensconced in my workaday beige cubicle, i was forced by preternatural instinct to engage in a little low-impact head-banging while firing off a few library-soft hail satan's. Seeing the Judas Priest envelope has been broached, and taking into consideration that i've yet to see belle and the boyz rawk it live, I wonder how a cinema verite documentary of the pre-gig goings on of the jelly-filled-danish set would compare with "heavy metal parking lot"... (btw, if anyone has a copy of hmpl, do be a sport and contact me vis a vis a trade.) <<<<just a thought<<< Now that stuart david has flown the b&s coop, can we get rid of his quote from the sinister footer and in its stead reprise the cuddly-yet-cryptic "jelly-filled-danishes" crack. for you see, i am fond of jelly filled danishes. Thinking outside the box once again, Marc C, astutely opined:
You know when a sinisterine makes a joke, and thinks it's funny, and then keeps making that joke ad infinitum, and occasionally someone will make it known they found the joke funny, which encourages the original comedian to keep his joke going cos it boosts his already overblown ego, despite the fact it's not funny any more, if it ever was? Can anyone think of any examples? >>>>>
uhmm...er...well... such comedy sometimes takes a village, methinks. <<<<< now we say, bye-bye <<<< ------------------------------------------------------------------ "in twenty seven years, i've drank fifty thousand beers. they just wash against me like the waves upon a pier" -David Berman / Silver Jews ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+