Do you ever have those days when something happens and all of a sudden, huge chunks of life make sense? Not the "ooohhh...so HE shot JR!" kind of things, but *BAM!* the universe realigns itself and everything becomes clearer. Like putting on 3D glasses for the first time and making sense of the blue-and-red lines that kind of looked like something, but now it POPS UP at you and SHOWS YOU THE WORLD! That kind of happened to me today. And it had to do with you, in a roundabout way. So I thought I'd share it, and reveal my secret. Here goes ... *deep breath* ... Until today, I didn't know what Chickfactor was. Beyond the Belle & Sebastian song, that is. I idly read the references to the Chickfactor Balls. "Ooh, a ball!" I thought. "I like balls!" *no I don't. they make me wear pinchy shoes and I have an awful time because my feet hurt and I whinge a lot* "Oh, it's in London/New York/Not right down the street from me. I guess I won't go." *end of active interest in matter. am new poster. don't know about cool things that old sinnies do. aspire to find out one day, but as for right now...ooh, shiny thing!!! attention distracted* So I never bothered to find out it was. I figured it was something I'd figure out in time, et si non, tant pis. *been watching too much Amelie* Then I picked up the Toronto Star. It was free on campus. It was just after 11 am, so I intended to read something meaningful about Remembrance Day. But of course I ended up reading a sidebar about pop music. And that's when I realized the sidebar was about the Chickfactor Ball in New York. And that's when I realized what the song was about. "Pretty girl says 'Hi... What's the worst job you've had? What do you read? What's driving you mad?'" Call me Archimedes. But epiphanies, no matter how many people have already discovered them, are the coolest things ever. Don't you think? In other news, November would be a lot more pleasant if it would stop raining the kind of rain that sneaks under my hood to get me right in the face. And if October hadn't stripped all the trees bare before they even had a chance to turn colours. I spent all last fall in Glasgow lamenting the fact that I was missing all the glorious red and green and gold, and this year the stupid leaves either went straight to brown or were blown off the branch before they even had a chance to sneeze. Stupid autumn. Didn't it know I was home?? Anyway. If I was a character in a B&S song, I'd want to be the mayfly. Then I wouldn't have to decide what the ~ I'm going to do next year, cause I'd be dead. And mayflies don't have much time to sin, so I'd be going to the big streetlamp in the sky...sweet. But then I'd never go to a Chickfactor Ball. But I prolly wouldn't care anyway. I mean, dude, I'm a bug. marisa. _________________________________________________________________ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+