Ouch. I got my yearly flu shot today. It didn't hurt really, but there's a sort of dull ache in the muscle now that's letting me know my arm's a bit annoyed at being used for typing. Anyways, onto things that matter. I love it when people talk about what B&S songs mean to them or what they think are meant by the lyrics, because a big appeal of B&S are their lyrics, and the many ways they can be taken. Youn mentioned "Judy and the Dream of Horses", which is one of my favorite songs really, and said: "If you show me everything, then it will be as though, all along, I didn't know you." So it could be a wish to be spared confessions, but perhaps, more than that, a comment on the impossibility of ever completely knowing another person" So, I have to chime in with what Judy means to me. The narrator (the singer) is talking about a girl the singer knew (judy) and how she used to make him laugh when they were younger, maybe when they were children, but now it's later and Judy isn't making him laugh, she's writing sad songs and showing them to other boys (or maybe, to him, maybe he's the boy in school she shows it to). So, Judy steals a book and has a dream about stealing horses and riding away (away from her life? away from school?), so I take it that Judy isn't very happy. She's walking the streets and there's no boys or girls that can make her happy, and she wants to be away from it all because she dreams of stealing a horse and getting away. The boy doesn't want sad Judy, he wants the girl he used to know (or thought he knew), because he wants her to make him happy. He's built this image up in his mind of who Judy is/should be, and he wants her to be his friend and make him happy, and he doesn't even seem to want Judy to be his lover because nothing will happen on the picnic. Poor bugger's built this image of Judy in his head, a Judy he's sure he knows, and if the real Judy pours out all her unhappiness, tells him how she really feels, then his image gets shattered, and he never really knew her. It's a failing we all have. We build these images of lovers/friends/strangers in our heads and it just shatters us when we find out they aren't true. That the sweet girl isn't as sweet as you thought she was, that the nice boy wasn't as nice as you thought he was, that the person that you thought believed in true love was just another user, etc. Which I suppose leads me into the area of list crushes. I think they're a bit silly myself, but there's no doubting that wonderful people who are perfect for each other who might have never of met have been brought together by the list. Whether as friends or something more, it doesn't matter, I know I've made some great friends because of the list, a few I haven't even met. Here's the rub though, it's hard enough to find someone you're compatible with in real life, on the web I'd think it be even harder. Plus, when I think about the things that attract me to people I've loved in the past, a lot of it is stuff I'd never know from the rather impersonal nature of the net. There was one girl I fell madly in love with because of the way she smiled, and the impression of Kimba from THE LION KING that'd she'd do. I'd always liked her alright, but when I heard her laugh and she gave a growl and did that Kimba, ouch, I was head over heels. Hell, I once had a girl tell me she fell in love with me because of the way I held hands. Those are the things you can't explain, that's where the love is, trying to explain to strangers why something as silly as a Kimba impersonation should make you fall in love with someone is useless, because it doesn't make sense. That's the really brilliant thing about love. It's the little things that really make you fall in love with a person, the real things, and on the net I've seen too many people build up an image of someone they fancied over email only to have it shattered when they hit the real life things, as Amy Longcore said: "nothing prepares you for the persons glance, religous stances, political beliefs, belching, farting, secret blue oyster cult obsessions ...". I pretty much concur with Miss Longcore's feelings on the crush list. Everyone's looking to find a bloody epic love story, and sometimes you do, but most times love's a quiet thing, not as epic as you've been told. All you people going on about how you've never felt REAL love, sure you have. Real love isn't fireworks and thunder, it's Kimba impersonations and holding hands, and just bloody getting on. Rachel Fruitloop said; "Jim...you are REALLY SWEET, you know! I'm a fan!" Ahh, I do feel like a star now, and I even have my first fan. Your fanclub t-shirt and membership badge/secret decoder ring will go out in the post tomorrow :P Shouts out to the lovely Elise, her brilliant other half Sean, ~stine, Nikki, and the rest of the Chicago crew, and a loud shout to our long absent lovely Llew. oh, and a 'meepmeep' to Miss Kenyon out there at her new job. Today's amusing webpage: "Cleaning the fucking kitchen...For Dummies" http://www.fridgemagnet.org.uk/kitchen.html Punk Rock \m/ Jim _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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. 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