Hello Sinistereens, I'm not 35, not 30, 25, or even 69. I turned 21 about an hour ands a half ago. I wonder when exactly it was that I woke up and started writing e-mails as if I was 35. Hm, oh well. I'm still mad that I can't make my birthday complete by picking up a copy of Tigermilk. I'd wager it sounds much nicer than my old beloved tape copy. But, I don't think I'll be donating my copy to be used to make a kilt to be worn at next year's Brit Awards. There are several reasons you might consider keeping your old tape copies: 1) Sentimentality 2) If you don't have a CD player in your car, or a discman, you can listen to your tape copy in either of those lovely locales. Personally I think listening to music whilst driving is the Ultimate Listening Experience (tm). 3) If you have anything else on side 2, you'd have to give that up. I'm certainly not ready to. Anyway, I'm going to wildly diverge in topic so as to confuse you. I had a nice time at the NYC picnic yesterday. Megan and I sat around at the bottom of the hill with a TWATTYBUS flat looking at passersby. Unfortunately no one pointed at us and squealed. I sat for a little while in a sunny meadow reading George Orwell's 1984, which is honestly about the strangest contrast of reading material/locale I can remember being in. So we combed the entire park looking for the other picnickers, and met with no success. We sat down for a bit and were considering giving up and having our own picnic when we saw Ben, who pointed us in the right direction. On the way we ran into Emanuel and Marie, and we found Laurel in a spot we'd looked at some time earlier. On the whole I had quite a nice picnic, even though we didn't really have any drinks and I think everyone mainly ate their own food, except for the very popular peaches. I think the quality of the picnic was due in large part to the park's ban on bikes. Thus, none of us had to fear that our ankles would be viciously assaulted by anything whatsoever, unlike the last picnic I attended. Ben and Laurel had to go, so we went to see lots of medieval art and tapestries involving the slaughtering of unicorns. Quite nice, except the slaughtering bit. Well in the end we all had to part ways, but it was a nice time. I heard Lady Penelope and someone named Matt were at the park but couldn't find us. That's a huge shame, because Lady Penelope sounded so interesting from the posts I'd read, and I'm sure Matt was equally so. Maybe we can all meet up before the Looper gig. Yes, so in the end Megan and I went home to be poor, which is actually a rather time-consuming and costly undertaking. So Megan paid the leccy bill and got the shopping and she still had some for the cinema, so we all went out. Er, out to the video store anyway, which is a cinema, in a poetic kinda way. You know when you grope for Luna. Right, and if anyone's the least bit interested in what I'm doing, just imagine lots of expletives and the words "Tigermilk," "tomrrow," and "damn," exiting my mouth at seemingly random intervals, gratuitous playing of the Montgolfier Brothers album, and turning some multiple of 7. It could be 21, or 28, or even 35. /"\_/"\_/"\ Brian Pennington, a.k.a. Mick McMick; Sandcastle Records \ / bp224996@ohiou.edu ICQ#5056758 | | Sandcastle Recs Homepage: http://www.frognet.net/~mick/ | | "I am always wishing to make people | | in the world happy with my smiles." | | -Mr. Friendly +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+