my oh my: it is my third post, and do you have any idea what that means??? do you? do you really? it means i am just not going to go away. it means i will continue to turn up like a bad penny or a misspelled vegetable... oh dear, that was a very bad pun wasn't it? so it's monday night and i have a zillion more important things to do that are due much too soon, so of course the only logical thing to do was to sit at my computer and catch up with sinister.. even spent some time in #sinister, which, if you're one of the regulars there, you'll know is rare. oh well, i am feuding with my best friend at the moment, so its nice to spend some time in such a comfortable and (usually) non-feudal atmosphere. (with exceptions going to the napster debate, notably) my own private feud hopefully will end soon, since it really is over the most retarded issue... we fought over movies, which makes sense only if you know one or two pertinent facts: 1)my friend can never be wrong 2)i am tolerant and meek most times 3)i am not tolerant and meek when i am tired and hungover 4)it was saturday. 5)saturday comes directly after friday but it was monday today which was better, even despite the 8:30 english class. it was so very early when i woke up (having work yet to do on my essay due in said english class) that i was able to fool myself into believing it was not actually morning at all, but rather the middle of a lovely dark night with no classes looming on the horizon for hours yet... its a sort of sad delusion, but it got me out of bed. content: i have some! (but i'm not going to tell you unless you give me your lunch money) yes, i am. i can't resist, it involves sequins and opera and police caps. so. there i am, sitting in the costume shop, toiling away at my practical work hours, sewing sequins on a police cap for a wonderful play called Gloria Star, while stabbing myself repeatedly with the needle and growing irritable at the opera music which plays perpetually while we sweatshoppers sweat and swear into our needle-pricked hands. so i take out my discman, which just happens to have fishyclap inside, put on my headphones, and descend into a sort of twee-ish, existential bliss. I skip the first three songs which i have heard on the walk over. i am happily sewing away in oblivion, when halfway through nice day for a sulk, a tap on the shoulder brings me back into the cruel world and i look up to see seven incredulous faces watching me as i realize that my cheap headphones have been blessing everyone within ten or twelve metres with the lovely melodies of belle & sebastian. and what's more, they are not impressed. i press the off button and hide my head in shame. WHAT are you LIStening to, Rachel, one asks. i hear echoes of Yeah, what the HELL was THAT? it is a malevolent chorus of sneers that serenades the last minutes of my time in costumes. and then i went home and put on 3..6..9 seconds of light and in seconds my mood improves and everything is happily ever after. well, my subject title really does seem to be appropriate today, doesn't it? Sorry, sorry, i know, we have better things to do with our lives than contemplate my bad prose. so i will end here, except for my final note to anyone interested about a lovely lovely song i found on (insert expletive or praise, you know what i'm talkin bout) the other day, called Pure, by Pulling Jessica's Hair. I urge you all to find and listen. There is something about it that is just.... well, if it were a book it would be un-put-down-able. au revoir, Rachel ACADEME, n. An ancient school where morality and philosophy were taught. ACADEMY, n. [from ACADEME] A modern school where football is taught. - Ambrose Bierce, the Devil's Dictionary ----------------------------- Check out the latest in Z.com entertainment, produced exclusively for the net! http://www.z.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+