Hi everyone, I recently re-acquainted myself with the amazing stress involved with looking for a new place to live. My current roommate is leaving this husk of a town to move in with his girlfriend of 6 years (what a selfish thing to do), so that they can join their bank accounts into one massive and unstoppable juggernaut of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of dollars. The worst portion of this whole sordid affair being that I had to find myself a new roommate, and oh yeah, when you're 23 and still in the same town you graduated college from and also working for said college, it is not easy to find people of your same age or, say, bathroom-cleanliness disposition. But I did. So but the other day, my future roommate and I were looking at this place just around the bend from my own apt. complex, and it was fantastically bad. The first thing I noticed was the smell, which basically leapt right out and smacked me around a little. Imagine a dog who has been trying to perm all her fur with a set of faulty curlers, and has also recently taken to bathing in undercooked beef stew. Also imagine a casserole made of melted crayons and Parmesan cheese vomit, which has been fed to a small herd of aging and dyspeptic cows. Now, make the dog and the cows be roommates, with both animal-parties confined to very small areas in the house which suffer from jungle-y high levels of humidity. That is the smell we encountered, except tangier. And more unforgiving. I don't think I can say enough about this, I'm sorry. I really need to diffuse the sensory pain this caused me. I'm going to Minneapolis on Sunday, flying out there for a conference. A work conference, in case you were wondering. One which will involve attending a little thing called the RUFFALOCODY 5K FUN RUN/WALK IN THE PARK. Oh yeah! I'm going to do my fiendish best to walk as briskly as possible but to also smoke many many cigarettes along the way. Possibly a whole pack. I find that many health-nuts are confounded by this sort of paradoxical combination, which is almost at an Alanis Morrissette's 'Ironic' level of mind-fuckery. Dude, it's like ten thousand spoons when all I need is a shiv. Anyway, the real point of this is to tell as many people that I will be on an airplane for the first time in 11 years, and if you don't hear from me again, that means I'm dead or living in Minneapolis (on the whole, I'd rather be in Philly though). I was going to type up a question I had about ostensive definitions and sets and such, but then decided against it as it would make me not only a hardcore pretent, but also a nerd to the nerdth power. yikes. I like motors and leggy dames, that's what I actually meant. off to gird my loins, Kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+