Ahh, the weekend at last. Been a long bloody week, and a fairly boring one to boot. On the positive side of things, this week has seen the return of stine (PUNK ROCK!), the planning of a sinister Chicago picnic the last weekend ni november/first weekend in December (I think that makes the planned date December 1st, but I'm too lazy at the moment to be bothered to get up and find a calender), and a long and lovely post from Miss Fruitloop herself. I'm listening to the Reindeer Section at the moment. They're not bad, nothing earth-shattering, but still lovely. I think "Will you please be there" is the real stand out for me, gorgeously simple song. I won another person over to B&S this week by playing them "There's too Much Love" and "Woman's Realm", they thought both were ace and called B&S "light, summery pop music", and I suppose that's as good a description as any, especially since they're moving much more into the realm of summery, 60's mellow-pop. Whatever you call it, I like it. I've been listening to the Strokes, they're a bit shit aren't they? Put a bit of Velvet Underground, Television, and the Stooges in a blender, and viola! You get a so-so band getting a balzacing amount of press. Check the clock, has it been 15 minutes yet? A friend summed them up as; "Skinny NY kids playing skinny NY kid songs", and that decription amused me. I think I'm coming down a bit sick, I had a horrible headache all day yesterday that got to the point where it'd literally blind me if I turned my head too fast. Lovely little bursts of light dancing in front of my eyes. It would have been fun except for the accompanying spikes being driven into my frontal lobe. Thankfully, my dad had some vicodin laying about which I stole and four pills and two hours later the pounding stopped and I had a nice long nap. As typed this I've switched over to listening to Lamb, not bad at all, picked them up on a recommendation and I'm happy so far. I had a bit of political garbage written, then I went and deleted it because I didn't really feel like ranting about what a gigantic cock Attorney General Ashcroft is (Jim waves to the nice Homeland Security Gestapo reading this if the NSA Echelon software gets tripped). Anyways, I not sure, but I think my headache stems from overhearing a conversation while me and my friends were out to eat a few days ago. Out of the blue I hear a rather loud, obnoxious bloke at the next table say; "And I told him, if he didn't learn how to suck the salt off his celery, there was no way he was going to get that promotion" I really wanted to turn around and ask the fellow what the hell the context was for that remark, instead I kept quiet and that phrase bounced around in my head all night. I'm sure I probably don't want to know the context of that remark. I've been hanging about #sinister a little, but to be honest, I've never liked internet chatting much. I never feel comfy chatting over text, or even email, I always feel too stiff and stodgy, and a few sinisters can confirm that I'm nothing of the sort in real life. I know I never really like how my posts come out. I'd much rather meet you all over a Red Bull and Vodka and chat about useless crap and talk shit until the early morning hours in afterhours resturants, that's where I'm in my element. So, enough with all these twee stories of love and crushes on the list, it's time to amuse me: What's the best or worst pick-up line you've ever given or recieved? Come on, share them, I'm sure you all have plenty of stories. Let's try for happy or amusing stories, but twee sad stories are acceptable as well. I think my personal favorite chat up line recieved was; "Hi! So what are the drug laws like in London?" Interesting night, that. Especially when I found out the lady in question was nearly eight years older than me (and didn't look it at all). or (another London one): "You know, you're the first guy who's talked to me for more than ten minutes without trying to get in my pants. Congradulations, you passed the test...[pause]...you can start trying to get in my pants any time now". Of course, I can't forget the girl who I was talking to on the train to Amsterdam. A good Christian girl who was over in Europe studying with a group from her Christain college. As we're nearing Amsterdam she suddenly explains her plan: Her: "I've decided I want to make out with one boy in every country" Me: "How's that working out for you?" Her: "Pretty good so far, though I don't know anyone in the Netherlands....so, what are *you* doing tonight?" God bless those repressed Christians. Worst chat up line recieved? "Hey, how drunk are you?" For the curious, I wasn't *that* drunk. I now have to watch "Will & Grace" because in addition to Elise and Sean, the girl at the local Starbucks said I look like Jack from that show "from the right angle". God knows what angle that could be, or if that's a compliment of not. Oh, I did have a few pictures of the Great Lakes Sinister Picnic. You can see one of me deep in thought at: http://server25.hypermart.net/patchworkz/pics/02_002.JPG I've one of Kirsten too but it's a bad scan, you'll all have to wait until I get access to a scanner to see a better version. Rachel Fruitloop said: "and then I'll get you, adorable Jimmy G.! Oh, I'll get you...." Eeep! And my little dog too? Not that I'd exactly struggle that hard, mind you. Ahh, but see, she said 'adorable' she must be talking about the little dog. Shouts and love to the usual suspects, you all know who you are. 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