Sinister: Dirty Dirty Fingernails
I have this compelling urge to post something. Which is really unfortunate because I have little to say and took much space to do it in. I only now got the ambition to say it and the subject was ages ago, but I wanna recommend "Another Roadside Attraction" by the illustrious Tom Robbins to each and every one of you. With no one to credit my good opinion I don't know what to say about it to make you run to your library and check it out. It has a baboon! Really! If for no other reason (because I certainly haven't given you anything concrete) everyone should read it because of MonCul, the baboon. He knows the secret of what rhymes whith "orange". But he won't tell you. I'm going to write a story for the Sinister Midnight Lending Library. It's going to be a social commentary on life inside a mailing list. The rise. The fall. The devolution of it all. Or maybe not. I've never stuck anything up my nose or ears, but my mouth is a different story. I have no gag reflexes, thanx to some monstrous and frequent cases of tonsilitis that numbed the inside of my throat for good. I can use my toothbrush to scrub my tonsils if I so wish. And I do! (wish to have sparkly clean tonsils) I used to stick pencils and other long things down my throat in the third grade, when we were supposed to be reading. I needed practice because I was hoping I could make a career out of it. Nothing's come up yet. My friend stuck a toilet plunger on her face once and passed out after she couldn't pull it off. And my dad cut off his ear last year on Valentine's Day and almost had to get a new one. They sewed it back on and it stuck out and looked funny for a long time. It was all bloody and crusty too. I tried the archive but it was sick. In CHICKFACTOR they're in New York, righty? the line "my little girl I can't find/she's five hours behind" Shouldn't it be five hours AHEAD? (that was my "content" I've been saving it up) Mmmmm MSG. I have a big fat bag of fortune cookies which I have been subsiding on for the past three days. If my fate lies in a fortune cookie (and the cookie confirms this, though I have my doubts) then it is in a pile before me. What I have learned so far: My fates predict that my best success will come through a life of trade, the next favor I ask for will be granted, a friend asks only for my time, not my monkey, many receive advice, only the wise profit from it, I am the center of every groups attention, the eyes believe themselve/the ear believe other people, I will find release from my cares and have a good time, and I will overcome many harships. the coup de grace: "There are always more fish in the sea, not as cute, nor as rich, but fish nevertheless" (????? Who let Ann Landers into the fortune factory?) I can't figure it out. Some people's posts make me wanna look at every syllable and others I can only skim. I just wrote all this and I can't even bring myself to read more than the first and last word of each paragraph. maybe the secret is writing like this. I doubt it. TaTa, Molly +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
Well I had several things I wanted to say in response to various posts, but we lost email / web access for a couple of days, and when it came back all the mails arrived in the wrong order so I'm now hopelessly confused as to what people have been talking about. For some reason, the university's internet link with the outside world broke, and Cable and Wireless took tw days to fix it. Our favourite updates we received on their progress were "An engineer has gone down to London to check the switch", and the classic "C&W engineers went to investigate the fault, but couldn't get into their building". On Mon, 24 May 1999, molly wrote:
I tried the archive but it was sick. In CHICKFACTOR they're in New York, righty? the line "my little girl I can't find/she's five hours behind" Shouldn't it be five hours AHEAD? (that was my "content" I've been saving it up)
Well yes, it should, but it would make it a bit harder to come up with a decent rhyme for it... How about "my little girl's asleep in bed / she's five hours ahead"? Or perhaps "my little dog's dead / they're five hours ahead"? Not quite got the same ring to it somehow... Like Tim, I also had a very B&S weekend. An old friend, Simon Laborg (or Si for short) was visiting with his 18-year-old sister Judy. We went to see a parade through town, and were all very impressed by the man dressed in a Scooby Doo costume riding a bicycle on its back wheel only (yep, you've guessed it, a Dog On Wheelie). After dinner (he didn't like it, so I ended up eating most of Laborg's Pasty), we went to see a fireworks display, which was a bit disappointing - a short flash of light, then another about twice as long, then a third even longer flash. Judy was feeling tired, so she ended up sitting on my lap, much to the worry of Simon - he threatened me with all sorts of physical violence if my hands were touching Si's sister in the wrong places. Honestly, he thinks I'm the kind of lad who still never does anything right. Then we went home and had a glass of milk from a large Bengali yellow-and-black striped big cat. And apparently Judy had a very peaceful night's sleep. (And in case any animal rights activists are out there reading this, I'd like to reassure you that we did not keep the afore-mentioned tiger in our kitchen so we could get the milk from it fresh. That would be cruel and dangerous. We left it outside in the garden.) It seems to have worked for Ailsa, so can I just ask you all to vote for me as your list crush? When I looked at the latest standings earlier, I was under Isobel Campbell. Actually, come to think of it, I can think of worse places to be... Oh, and could the one person who has voted 12 times for Trousers please stop now? Big Stu PS: Did you know that 75% of the world's rhubarb is grown in North Yorkshire? +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
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