greetings sinizens gentle and perverse, earlier, Mark *thinking outside the box* C noted that << anyone selling a mailing list of the members of Sinister could expect top whack for it - over a thousand educated, computer-literate, mostly young punters, a marketeer's dream.>> which caused me a moment of reflective amusement pondering some of various manifestations of value that "top whack" holds across this spinning orb... believe you me, some mental pictures, regardless of the profundity of their perversity, are likely best left to dwell in reverie... but TOP WHACK conjures visions of excutive-level booty smacks, or dare I say it, a reverently firm spank upon the derriere of the deity. the highknee of the most high, if you will. on a scarier note, i learned today that in the world of tommorrow, (which as that scarlet afroed orphan is so fond of singing, is only a day away) those geniuses behind cable television will have sufficient demographic information on every amerikan household to individually taylor what adverts are piped into yr boob tube. when this marvel of marketing prowess comes to pass, i can scarcely imagine what sorts of tripe will come streaming out of my idiot box during simpsons commercial breaks. aside from the no brainers - babelaiden beer commercials, credit repair infomercials, and harranging pleas from the Dr. Gene Scott ministeries to send them a box of greenbacks poste haste or suffer immediate and extra uncomfortable damnation- (indian burns, wedgies,titty-twisters, and worse) i'm actually scared to see what sort of filth my demographic profile dredges up... ...fuzzy wuzzy animated characters extolling the virtues of controlled substances, the complimentary best-of box set complete with early demos that comes with every hedge trimming from the Billy Idol lawn care service, and outcall service from the Major Badass chain of short-term personal drill seargants who - as their jingle refrains - will help you get your shit together or feel the love of steel-toed boot leather across that lilly white ass you pantywaist nancy boy, now drop and give me fifty, hup hup hup.... needless to say, boob to the business world on this development. ---------------------- sin-city all this chatter about the sinister hooville makes me pine for bike lanes, cobblestones, open-air rummage sales, a rolling munchie wagon brimming with tomato pesto brie sandwiches farmhouse beer and decriminalized cannibus, friendly bums who can talk for hours about the golden age of hoboing, a bar with a fire pole inside, lots of lovely folks with sly mischevious grins always on their face and romance never far from their minds, happy elderly couples strolling hand in hand and chuckling about how the follies of youth are the fodder for growing old gracefully, community cats that frolic wherever they please and outnumber the tailless two-legged fools who feed them, a real live jug band with washboard and spoon percussion, lots of dodgy-looking alleys that empty out into idyllic meadows and streams, daily columns from nick currie on the diner's placemats, and an innovative calendar that makes everyday both saturday and payday. ---- at any rate, i'm outta steam, so you'll be spared the irono-poetic description of the pigeon's i saw making love on the way to work monday morning. and yes, bob is my uncle windisch ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+