the subject here is referring to an odd dream i had last night. quite b&s related. not sure how it happened, but i ended up at a large mansion, with formal gardens and a picnic table squarely placed in the yard. belle and sebastian lived there. i mean, all of them. even stu d. he was there, you know. me, him, beans geddes, and two girls i know from chicago who don't listen to belle and sebastian were sitting around the picnic table and making fun of chris's legs. i'm not kidding. i kept sticking up for him, saying he had nice legs, but stu kept putting him down, all in jest, of course. i woke up and almost instantly my eyes fell on the twattybus (cripes, does anybody here even remember that nickname anymore?) poster placed on the slanted wall above/next to my bed, and i got confused as to what the hell i had been dreaming about anyway. so a sinister village, eh? i'd like to run the microbiology lab at the hospital, please. but if that's not twee enough, maybe i could be the nursery marm. you know, look after the kiddies until they're allowed into the village at large. or maybe i'd run a petting zoo filled with goats and lambs and horses and ducks and cats and dogs and anything else that's not too likely to bite you if you touch them. there'd be anteaters and lemurs, too. because i like anteaters and lemurs a lot. anteaters look like great big muppets, you know. they do. as you may or may not have guessed, i'm a bit stressed from doing my thesis (i can hear you mumbling "is she still going on about that?", so hush up and be nice), and i swear if have to read another article about active efflux of bile salts by e coli i'm gonna puke all my bile salts right up. which reminds me of an amusing conversation i had the other night. a friend and i were discussing breath fresheners, and i told him about my confusion with "breath asure" the pill you swallow that's supposed to freshen your breath from the inside. here's my problem: if you swallow it, it ceases having anything to do with your breath the minute it passes by the larynx. i said that perhaps it relied on odors travelling up the esophagus. my friend noted that if odors from our stomachs were always coming out of our mouths, our breath would smell a lot worse than it does. so we decided that those little breath asure tabs are pure bunk. i still like thinking about what the world would be like if we could actually smell what's going on inside us, because it's got to be just horrid. all those acids and foodstuffs and bacteria grinding around inside us, making stanky odors and keeping us alive all at once. with that said i'm going to have some more apple juice and get back to work. -kerry "roses are red / and ready for plucking / you're sixteen / and ready for high school" -kurt vonnegut, _breakfast_of_champions_ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+