Playing darts is fun. I bought myself a dartboard the other day and played darts for ages and I was playing so well the dartboard fell down and so I can't play darts anymore until I fix it. On a hungover sunday morning the best thing to do is to sit down and listen to music and eat greasy hungover curing breakfast, I am doing two of the three things because I have no food to make breakfast with. I need to go and buy some food but no idea what to get. Since I got so bored being not able to play darts I started writing postmodern literature, it's quite a task without actually knowing what postmodern literature is, so I just wrong pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages. The most favourite food of mine is probably eggs, so tasty. And you can do so much with it, there are these adverts in the UK TV in which they give you loads of easy recipes for eggs and at the end the slogan was "Eggs - fast food and good for you" and they're right. For some reason my flatmate hates eggs though and thinks that I'm a freak for eating so many eggs. You'd think they'd think I'm a freak for other reasons... My postmodern novel ended up as pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages consisting of words that always drive me to sleep. I am guessing that that makes it a piece of postmodern literature. Because I remember listening to some bands at ATP who I was told were "postmodern rock bands", and they drove me to sleep. I needed to research some more. Oh I'm really missing my dartboard, well, not missing, because it's right here lying by the wall like a spare wheel in a mechanic's garage. I need to get some of those screw holding things that help secure a screw to a wall. Or else I'll have to think of alternative entertainment. Disorientation apparently is often a prominent feature in postmodern literature, like, the author would try and confuse the reader and often the reader won't be able to understand the text in one go and will have to go back and read things again. Eastenders is on in a bit at least, but Trevor's dead now and that Irish bloke, too, Little Mo is getting annoying now, there's only so much of that sulking look I can take, actually if it came from girls not 15 years my senior it would be fine. Eastenders need to get some good looking actors and actresses. And why aren't there Shoreditch tossers in Eastenders? Really doesn't sound fun to me this postmodernism malarky. Give me THE SUN everyday. Actually the sun would be a bloody nice change with this crappy weather at the moment. Nachos. I've decided, with salsa and eggs, and red bull. Ken _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+