I liked how the lovely Laura Llew commented on inside jokes, then promptly name-dropped 5 (plus a few more I'd no doubt missed) sinisters during her post. I've never been one to get inside jokes, the getting inside part is hard enough before even the joke bit. Then the ever marvellous Marisa Privitera said:
Ken, I just don't get it.<<
Making me sound like Fermat's Last Theorem, or the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle. And then I've been asked to "explain myself" by the adorable Ann Salako. Which got me all wondering "shit, what have I done?" The last time I'd been asked to explain myself was when I did something very, very bad, and my friend had to asked me to explain why I chose Chicken Pasta rather than Steak in a restaurant. I don't really know why people like to mention me a lot, it's probably because I have a stupid name that people like to make fun of. Then some people described this fact that I have a funny(?) name as a "cult". It's a bit of a crap cult isn't it? Aren't leaders of a cult meant to get like, riches, and promiscious sex with cult follower girls*? Yet I still have to beg to get a bloody crush vote, which they then take back to give to tall boys with indie glasses and musical knowledge, who can tell great inside jokes, or just jokes. Not that I mind. If I get pissed off by people saying nice things with my name in it in their e-mails, or if I get enraged by girls writing lovely parodies of songs about me, I would have left the list by now, and probably would have written a grate big letter saying how the list isn't as good as it was, or how I'd grown out of this. And then I'd join some mailing forum for old people. ANYWAY, back to the main points of this e-mail: Astrid was "hinting" about not yet getting her outstanding x-mas exchange present, which made me feel guilty because there's still one of the presents for this year that I have yet to send and (oh dear!) two of the presents for er..last year's! That's a year and 4 months late, oh I'mbadI'mbadI'mbadI'mbad but I will send them soon I promise. But Astrid, sorry I'm not your exchange partner, so there must still be another naughty christmas exchanger out there somewhere!! Woo this e-mail almost sounded as if I was ranting, next I'll start using words like "Fuck". Inside Jokes and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: Now that ALL of the B&S Treasure Hunt trophies have been found, I wonder if the answers to the Treasure Hunt clues will be revealed any time soon. footnote: * It's not too late to start _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+