In the spirit of "Storytelling", this e-mail is in two parties... Party over Here ============== Hello, Those who know me well (basically just me), would know that I ritually read through all my sinister e-mails the first thing at work, to relief my boredom. Now that you all know of my ritual, you can imagine my horror when, only one person seemed to have posted between the time when I went to bed and when I got to work (which incidentally makes erin now my best friend). So I was e-mailless from 9:30am - leaving 7 hours of 30 minutes of OBH - Office Boredom Hell staring me straight in the face. Then, like the apple that struck Newton's head, an idea hit me. So I typed in http://www.missprint.org/sinister and without a pimper or a whore, 4 years' worth of archived written words were suddenly at my mercy. And is having a good memory a good thing? I've asked myself that question many times, but I could never remember the answer. As I luxuriated inside the sinister chronicles, every time I click on a link I seem to get a case of "nostalja vu" - "hey I think I've read this one before!"; "Haha how did I forget someone saying that"; "oh those were the days"; etc. Those were the days indeed. Last year, someone mentioned this almost straight away (heh, check the archives); This year, I am appalled that nobody has mentioned it, so I'm going do it right now. Oooh, http://www.missprint.org/sinister is now *sn*ow*in*g!* Isn't that nice? <The End> Fuck you over there ================= So yes, we meat again, Now, I know that I look quite passable (the many ambiguities of the word in this occasion was deliberate, make of it what you will) in my suit and tie, but I appear to be attracting quite the suitors that I had not bargained for. For the past few days I have noticed that whenever I walked through the corridor of my office I would see this guy who would keep looking at me, in a rather camp and tentative way. At first I thought maybe I'd put my glasses on the wrong way round, or maybe my flies were undone, but over time I am starting to believe that I have procured myself an office crush, but now with the flattery over I am beginning to get a little worried - what if he askes me out to "do lunch"? Would it be rude to say no? What's the equvalent of "I'm washing my hair" during lunchtime? I'm combing my hair? I don't know. What if we, meet, at the toilet? I've had a track record you know - strangers kept wanting talk to me in the loo. What is the secret of my sudden charm at the washroom? Maybe they caught a glimpse, and admired the length of my hair? Good heavens. There won't be much I can do would there? Maybe I can finally utilise my years of pratice, and make a giant discharge of, spit, and elegantly splash it into the urinal in the ugliest possible manner - yes, that'd surely be a turn off? Unless he may begin to admire my phlegmbuoyancy.. oh that'd be the end of me. <The End> Crushes and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: God's sake, just as I was about to post about the list archive Madeleine beat me to it. P.S.2.: God's sake, just as I was about to post about the fact that someone wants my ass Archel beat me to it. _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+