Sinister: Where, Oh Where has my SINISTER gone??
Sinister, light of my life, fire of my loins. Where would I be without you?? Where am I now?? Out of nowhere, you all seem to have dissapeared. This evening, Ken and I were chatting about inspiration. We decided you all need some inspiration to get going again. I have a story that I think will do that for you all. For those of you who have been around for a while, quite a while ago (like three or so years..), I nearly cut off my thumb in a freak accident with a chisle...and a hammer...and being quite an silly girl about safety with wood carving...well ladies and lovely gents...this is better. Labor day weekend is a long one for us at University...actually a real nice break in the beginning of the year to get your affairs into order and get more than tipsy for an extra evening. It really is perfect. The story I am about to reveal is on that Sunday of Labor Day. I'd gone over to the house of a friends to have what we affectionatly call a Thirty Year old party. We drink wine, eat fancy food, lounge and talk about obscenely affected topics. My friend was carrying in too many glasses of wine when he tripped over the doorframe (but no, Ken, no one yelled "OUCH" at him) and dropped the glasses in order to catch himself. They shattered against the linoleum flooring and glass flew. Everyone in the room frantically looked around to see if everyone was alright...Of course they all were, except for me. Although I did not even feel it, the stem of one of the glasses flew up and hit my lower lip and fell into the palm of my hand. I was bleeding more than throughout my clum! sy history out of both my mouth and palm. Luckily, a young lady there had enough presence of mind to take me to the hospital where I met several interesting patients and waited for three hours to get two tiny stitches put in. It didn't hurt at all, I promise. I do have to admit that it was one of the most stressful moments of my short life...I've never been to the hospital for my own needs. Worse than all of that is the fact that all week people told me I had food in the corner of my mouth!! So Sinister, I have two challenges for you. Number one, best injury or embarasment story. Number two, best cheer up song ever. Post it! I want to know! Love Always, Kate +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
Best injury, was inflicted by me in a game of hockey upon some chap who was playing in goal. He was being a bit mouthy, so I belted the ball at him, which unfortunately for him hit him in the balls. Sadly for him, his box was somewhat askew, so the full force of the shot caused quite extensive damange and he was later taken for surgery at the local infirmary. Best cheer up song for me would be God Only Knows by the Beach Boys, I can't really think of a better explaination that it's just a lovely song, especially the outro bit where they're all doing their harmony bits. --- Katia913@aol.com wrote:
Sinister, light of my life, fire of my loins. Where would I be without you??
Where am I now?? Out of nowhere, you all seem to have dissapeared.
This evening, Ken and I were chatting about inspiration. We decided you all need some inspiration to get going again. I have a story that I think will do that for you all. For those of you who have been around for a while, quite a while ago (like three or so years..), I nearly cut off my thumb in a freak accident with a chisle...and a hammer...and being quite an silly girl about safety with wood carving...well ladies and lovely gents...this is better.
Labor day weekend is a long one for us at University...actually a real nice break in the beginning of the year to get your affairs into order and get more than tipsy for an extra evening. It really is perfect. The story I am about to reveal is on that Sunday of Labor Day. I'd gone over to the house of a friends to have what we affectionatly call a Thirty Year old party. We drink wine, eat fancy food, lounge and talk about obscenely affected topics. My friend was carrying in too many glasses of wine when he tripped over the doorframe (but no, Ken, no one yelled "OUCH" at him) and dropped the glasses in order to catch himself. They shattered against the linoleum flooring and glass flew. Everyone in the room frantically looked around to see if everyone was alright...Of course they all were, except for me. Although I did not even feel it, the stem of one of the glasses flew up and hit my lower lip and fell into the palm of my hand. I was bleeding more than throughout my clum! sy history out of both my mouth and palm. Luckily, a young lady there had enough presence of mind to take me to the hospital where I met several interesting patients and waited for three hours to get two tiny stitches put in. It didn't hurt at all, I promise.
I do have to admit that it was one of the most stressful moments of my short life...I've never been to the hospital for my own needs.
Worse than all of that is the fact that all week people told me I had food in the corner of my mouth!!
So Sinister, I have two challenges for you. Number one, best injury or embarasment story. Number two, best cheer up song ever. Post it! I want to know!
Love Always,
Kate
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Hello! No, really, Hello! Not sure where to begin, so here's the middle. Did I ever mention that I was born in 1975? Yes, That Song just came on randomly. I'm certain I was happy then, on and off. But what that also means is that I'm turning 30 in January! I'm excited about this though and will be having a party with some kind of theme. (The theme may just be Booze though, possibly Scotch (though maybe Whiskey or Rye.)) Anyway, I'm not big on measuring time with the usual increments, but 30 seems a good age to toast the measurement that is the Year and then all the other measurements that I've used up until now, including Fun, Ideas, Good Meals, Excellent People, TV Shows, Things I've Read, Places I've Lived/Visited, Pets, "Relationships", etc., etc. I like numbers, certainly, but you've got to count some*thing*, and those things seem more important than the numbers themselves. (But forget this tug o' war btwn abstractions and the things; let them live together as they should, no fighting.) And from the depths of the draft folder comes the following two paragraphs: I think a good cheer-up song is "Secondhand News", but that's my nostalgia-related soft soft for Fleetwood Mac (b/c, I mean, it's kind of a sad song despite the toe-tappiness.) (Not from draft folder: I have a new computer now so I'm going to download that song so it can come on randomly. (Yes, though I could download before, I couldn't really listen while doing other computery things. 200MHz processor! A friend correctly identified this as masochistic, and, with the death of ye old laptop and the introduction of laptop-manna from heaven, I must agree.)) Injury story... I seem to get minor injuries fairly often, mostly bruises and small cuts from bike riding, running into table edges, cutting limes while drunk, etc... Once I fell off a skateboard after drinking half a litre of red wine at the beach. The next morning I stood up to get out of bed and immediately fell down due to the *pain*. Having never broken a bone before, I assumed that this was the major pain everyone had been talking about re: broken bones. However, the emerg doctor said I'd torn pretty much all the ligaments in my right foot, and there was nothing he could do about it. Oh, maybe my hangover coloured his tone cruel and mocking, but still. It took a month for my foot to feel right again. A few years later when I broke my wrist snowboarding (not drunk), the pain seemed less severe, yet I was treated with nothing but kindness and a plaster cast (and codeine). Thinking about the broken wrist now (not from the draft folder), I remember when the cast came off and feeling as if the part of my arm that had been in the cast did not really belong to me, as it seemed to simply sit there off the end of my elbow, all soft and pale and weak, like some abandoned animal I had to take care of. It's funny how quickly our bodies adapt to change, forget about what was and move on with the show. Mentally, of course, I wanted my arm back. So when it did come back I'm sure some part of my body was, like, "oh, *this* again? eesh." And then that part was crushed by Arm Power. What is this a metaphor for? I'm sure it's a metaphor for something because why else would I think it? I'd say it's a metaphor for things you sometimes forget about but still want in your life because they've got some kind of necessary power, a place in your life that makes things better. So, hey, Sinister, I notice that you're still 1500-odd strong. Different, but still kicking. Not a blip in time, but time itself, I say. Both measurable and something I don't want to measure, with evenings, mornings, afternoons or otherwise. I'm obviously having a Being day (, dude.) blip-blip, Robyn ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden@yahoo.com Montreal, QC __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - You care about security. So do we. http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+
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