Hey Sinisterines... Fireworks are better than sex because they go off with a bang... REPEATEDLY. FluffyStarry said something about mamas and shite awhile back, which wasn't very nice at all. She said it was Japanese, but I always thought people in that culture had a bit more respect than to talk bad 'bout their mamas. Someone outside London, give her a slap upside her haid. She also talked about Iggy Pop -- I could have run him over last year, in front of the Virgin Megastore in NYC. He was limping though and it wouldn't have been much sport. Iggy needs to go in a blaze of glory, run down by something better than a Nissan. I see Matt passed on another missive from the Squirrel Liberation Front. Now we've done it -- damn. I knew there was a reason we should have paid the ransom. Little Isobel has cracked and turned Patty Hearst on us, no good will come of this. Another cd will come of this. Burning up the airwaves with rodent protest songs. I suppose she'll start calling herself by some radical alias like "Nutella de Ville" or something and hold up the local bank brandishing a semi-automatic oak branch. No, that is NOT what she has now, that's a CELLO. On a related note, I got this sent to me at work. I was embarrassed to pass it on, but since we've decended into smut I guess it might shed a little light on Isobel's conversion... no, I'm not going to say another thing, just pass it on... http://www.texnet.net/golem/nsd/ ... and move along. Briskly. And say it wasn't me. I saw Patty Hearst in the local supermarket years back, after she'd been reintroduced to polite society -- with a vengeance. I was in the deli line and heard someone ask for Lorraine cheese in the most plummy finishing school voice I'd ever head. I turned around to smirk and there was Patty/Tanya in her best Gold-Coast matron outfit buying sandwich fixings. She looked a lot better in the beret and ammo belt, on the arm of Commander Cinque. I sigh for the failed Revolutions, I really do. Stylistically speaking. Bet she does too. Enough name dropping. I was SHOCKED to read today that there is a book called "The Anti-Christ and a Cup of Tea" which claims Prince Charles is the eponymous devil's spawn. Not the cup of tea, there's only one handle on the side of a teacup. Some other religious case says Satan could do better than that. I WISH Chris Leonard would come back. Maybe we could all join hands, click our heels together and say, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home," and he'd come back to us like the biblical Prodigal Son. Or a sheep. Either that or we kidnap his boss and find him one who is a bit more cyber-friendly. Is there a saying, "Better to be hung for a sheep as for a goat?" Goats are pretty well... nevermind. (No Matt, it was NOT me at all, I keep telling you.) I can commiserate with Lana and her pole incident. Once I was walking down a crowded sidewalk -- looking at nothing off to the side and daydreaming -- and bumped into an obstacle in my path. Being mortified and assuming people thought I was a clumsy oaf, I tried to save myself by rapidly turning and apologizing profusely -- to a parking meter. That's when the shoppers all began to guffaw loudly. When you do something like that, is it better to pretend it didn't happen, maintaining your cool and just Honey mentioned penis-shaped guns. Ask Honey about penis-shaped cat toys. Which are NOT at all. I think Honey has penises on the brain. Someone send one along please. That's more than enough of this. --michele +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+