aw look, sinister's hibernating for christmas. shhh... i don't really like to break into this silence with a boring 'non-post', but i need a break from cataloging grammar books. (is that how you spell the present participle of 'to catalogue'? or is it 'cataloguing'? maybe one of these lovely grammar books will tell me.) bored though i am, at least all the students have gone home so i can stop being smiley receptionist girl and play cds through my pooter at will. had a nice singalong to tigermilk yesterday, despite competition from the technicians next door and their rawk. normally at this time of year i'd be starting my annual knitting phase, but imagine my distress to discover that my knitting needles have vanished. i rather suspect that my housemate has stolen them to murder her boyfriend with. how am i going to impress anyone with my earthy creativity now? my christmas cards are home-made, i suppose, but i have a less than cordial relationship with Pritt-Stick so they're not too professional. the process of moving to a new flat is proving interesting. captivated by it though i am (think jane fonda in 'barefoot in the park'), the lack of a freezer has led to some problems getting my reccommended daily amount of ice-cream. we resorted to dangling a tub of hagen daz out of the window in a carrier bag secured with wool (i think kirsten mentioned something similar), which i doubt would have ultimately worked, but luckily i decided to eat it all that evening. i'm tempted by this bowling lark now, i must admit. but there were no girl bowlers in the big lebowski, and thus no role model, though i dare say i could knock up a nice purple outfit like john turturro's, if i find my knitting needles... anyway, if anyone is in the south-east and can't cope with the fierce competition in london i'll arrange a sesh in brighton (the bowling alley is right by the sea so afterwards we can re-create those bowlie beach moments - though probably with snow instead of sand). finally saw ghost world, which was great. it made me consider how you can either deal with outsider status by exaggerating it (and still being unhappy) or by trying to make yourself invisible (and still being unhappy). i did the latter when i was a teenager. i'm still not sure whether i would have been better off making myself a caricature like enid - at least i might have made an impression. is there a middle way? come on, some of you wee sinistereenies must be well-adjusted. well, after six uninteresting and unconnected paragraphs, i feel i've done my bit to lull sinister off into our winter sleep. may festive flights of arch(ang)els sing you to your rest. luv archel xxx ps. i'm re-reading the fellowship of the ring at the moment, and every time i come across a reference to 'archet' i do a double take... spooky. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+