strange things afoot had a tutorial this morning and one of the guys in the class was arguing that all criminals should be kept in prison until they have been rehabilitated by brainwashing methods (he was serious not just talking for the sake of it) and that if they could not be rehabilitated then they should just be killed cos it's expensive to keep them locked up. Obviously I spent most of the tutorial taking the piss out of him and making sure that everyone was laughing at him, which was good cos one particularly cute girl who I'd never talked to before found me particularly amusing and talked to me for a while afterwards. What's the point of this story, well someone was just talking about being able to take to bed anyone who you can make laugh, I am planning to test this theory. went shopping yesterday and found a copy of the flaming lips' soft bulletin for 7 pound. I'm mightily dissapointed with it, best album of 99? no chance. "Did anyone else have their life changed by the flaming lips?" asked stuart at the bowlie, well they must be a lot better live than they are on that record (though I did quite like some of their earlier stuff). Anyway, the other thing I wanted to rant about was the Virgin store in Stirling, no Godspeed You Black Emperor, no Go Kart Mozart, in fact nothing that I wanted to buy except ridiculously pricey stuff. for example a Sparklehorse EP for only 10 pound, or how about 8 track sound system by fonda 500, last week it was 12 pound, this week they decided to sell it for 16, cunts. do I sound a bit uptight, oh dear, probably something to do with the 30,000 words that I have due in in the next month, well I've got a week off now so I'm gonna (hopefully) do the two 6,000 word essays that I have while at home. This will have two effects, 1) I will be away from uni and thus computerless so you luckythings won't have to put up with me for a while. 2) I will have three weeks to write an 18,000 word dissertation when I get back, oh shit. before I go 'd just like to remind you all that the Pastels said (and it's true) that "every smile is the promise of sex on a sunny day" love and smiles owen With that the narrow wizard waggled his bushy eyebrows and disappeared in a flash of blue flame leaving behind only a faint smell of cinnamon +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+