Sinister, Allright, so this film Storytelling is out: I've heard some seriously mixed reviews about the film. Two of my friends said it was one of the best movies ever made. Another friend said it was truly terrible. I also heard a rumor that there is a wanking scene to "The State That I Am In": confirm rumors, folks. I can't sleep at night over here, tossing and turning over this bizness. Also, another question: How is it that my last post, which was truly crap, generated *two* crush votes? My mind boggles. I just finished reading a post by Baker, baker and found it truly engaging. Good show, ma'am/mister. She/he asked us to describe our homes; it's odd, because as much as I pretend to despise Colorado, sometimes I really love it here. It's home, I guess. It's hard for me to prescribe the word "Home" because I seem to behave and see everything with a Tourist's eye. A few years ago I was out for the afternoon with some friends and I realized that I act like a tourist wherever I go. Nearly everything seems fun and charming and distanced from myself. Even at the mall, the store displays at the Limited Too, even though completely ridiculous, I find myself ordering around people to take pictures of me in front of such window displays. Even at my local grocery store, I buy souvenirs from vending machines. This morning I drove home from Denver, and I remarked at the dust flying around like a tourist would: "My, it's windy here," as if I come from some place where it isn't windy--does this mean I'm from nowhere? Hm, who knows--either that, or it merely accentuates the fact that I'm a "schizotypal" freakazoid (Editor's note: the author recently took a "personality disorder's" test and was deemed "highly" schizotypal). I think, really, though, that this phenomenon merely boils down to the fact that I am pretty much amused by making fun of nearly everything. I recently revisited the film "Ghost World"; I kept finding myself irked at the nihilistic nature of Enid Coleslaw's commentary--but then--I realized that I am oh-so-guilty of this same thing! Now I find that I am ultra-sensitive to my own commentary and speech. The other night I ran into a kid I sort of knew last year. I was sitting at a coffee house, trying to read Greek Mythology and he decided to sit down with me and CHIT CHAT for a little while. I innocently talked with him, and sooner or later my bullshitter persona took over and I found myself sort of behaving like a hybrid of a valley girl and Phil Hartman; I told him a story about the fact that my computer monitor at work is blue and how people walk by my desk and say, "How's ole' BLUE doin?" and then, after I was done telling the story, I started cackling. He looked at me, confused, and said: "How is that funny? I don't understand how that's funny." And... I couldn't explain how it was funny. As for what Gina and Baker, Baker were talking about--I feel incredibly jealous I cannot attend picnics and drink-a-thons and gigs. I really don't prefer anonymity; I'd rather meet the lot of you in person than hide in front of my computer, basking in pastifying monitor light. Have a nice Saturday, kids, Mandee xxxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+