Hullo all you small, furry animals, and relatively large, hairless bipeds... This all started 'cos I wanted a list-crush. A person over whom I could fawn from afar, gushing about how dreamy or foxy or marvy they are, to take a little bit of the monotony from out of my life. But I'm awfully new to the list (I still smell of the nursery, I'm sure), so I didn't want to make a fool of myself by committing myself to somebody who could turn out to be a rapist, an accountant, or both. So I resolved to play Pygmalion; to go to the list body-part repository, and harvest enough pieces to create the perfect Sinisterine, and therefore my ideal list-crush. The preliminary trouble with that was that it seemed like it would be too narcissistic (although I always Galatea would have made a marvellous conversationalist), and then, when I assembled assorted body parts (unfortunately needing to use legs for arms as well as legs, etc..), it fell something short of my dream. I'm not much of a digital sculptor, I suppose. Not despairing entirely, I surrendered my neck to the group, and I may donate more of me later, if I can get the digital camera to work consistently. It seems doubtful, though... When I was a child, I was picked quickly for kick-ball, and the team that I pitched (or bowled, or whatever you'd call it) was the best for our grade. At the time, I thought I did so well 'cos it seemed like a good idea for everybody to have a good chance at kicking the ball; I tried to roll it as straight as possible. Having since spent hours throwing baseballs, footballs (US ones too), and other round objects, I realise that nobody kicked the ball when I hurled it as it was rolled quite poorly. But I was a fairly good bowler and volleyballer. Go figure. Erm... and as for Belle and Sebastian related content, I envy all of you who have B&S friends, family-members, and the like. I've tried showing most everybody I know the lurveliness of it all, but it's failed so miserably that the words "Belle & Sebastian" have become something of a keyword among my co-workers and immediate family for what's perceived as my awful music taste. My brother half-heartedly believes that I actually go into record-shoppes and ask for the most poorly-selling albums they have... I suppose that's about it. Hullo list, you've found a friend in me. A hyper-active, dull, narcissistic, student, boy, friend, but a friend nonetheless. It could be worse, couldn't it? I could be a rapist. Or an accountant. Or both. Paralis. PS - I don't have any established prejudice against accountancy and it's practitioners. It's just that an acquaintance of mine is determined to become one, and I've not quite taken off my weeds yet. I hope I've not offended anybody. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+