the power went out tonight. leslie thought it had something to do with a sandwich shop. leslie's given me a gorilla and i've named him celeste. he loves all of you very much, and he plays the drums. celeste waves. so, yes, the power went out. i turned onto brady street and noticed that something looked strange, but i couldn't tell what it was. probably because it was too dark to see. but the darkness, as it happened, is what WAS strange, and as i drove down the street i saw people standing in the blackness and the pubs lit by candles and drunken folks spilling out onto the sidewalks and television news crews and it was all very confusing. the traffic lights weren't working, either, and it's a good thing that i'm mario andretti in an ally sheedy parka....so i was fine. the geese have gone south, i think. for the winter...i'd rather like to go, too. well, i'd like to go south for the winter if i could keep the northern winter weather, but i suppose that would defeat the purpose of migration altogether. so here's a mildly entertaining bit of information...i went out for coffee the other day after work, and i was holding my mug in one hand and my notebook in the other, and wondering how i was going to get out the door. there was an old woman standing at the door and holding it open, and i was glad to see her because i really could use a hand. she looked like she would hold the door for me. instead, she turned and looked and me and firmly slammed the door in my face, and everyone started laughing, and i laughed too and walked outside and she called me a name and said "i don't know who the hell you are" and apparently that was reason enough for her to slam a door in my face. everyone kept laughing. i saw a boy through the window, and he looked at me and shrugged and laughed and i giggled at him. i guess it was funny...sort of. i'm running behind. a few days ago there were letters to write and there was drink to drink. so now i'm writing the letters and drinking the drink and feeling that, strangely enough, procrastination didn't pay off this time. i think i am going to go to madison next weekend for elise...pernice brothers...it should be a good time. i hope i don't have to be twenty-one. i always need to be twenty-one, and it's pure silliness. tonight, not even mysterious marie and her lovely lais could distract me from elimidate. hugs xoxo kirsten rachel frootloop, although fitter AND happier, is not a pig in a cage on antibiotics. she is lovely. Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+