Hello darlings one and all. It's that time of year again when all the children of Sinisteria gather round my feet and listen to my long-winded and not very interesting retelling of the story of the Great Midwest Picnic. So do as I say, sit down for chrissake, shut yer trap, and let me talk. We had a picnic in Madison Wisconsin. Yes, there really are civilized people here in Wisconsin. We have running water and everything! Cheese abounds, naturalment, and Tim Hopkins was there in spirit. At least I could feel him eyeing the garlic flavored cheese food. Yes, you heard me: GARLIC FLAVORED CHEESE FOOD. If it's good enough for cheese to eat, it's good enough for me. There were 6 people in attendance (a huge 50% increase over last year's shindig), including the mysterious John F. Monroe. Mark Kolmar came all the way from exotic Schaumburg Illinois to join the festivities. Cathy, Lance and Doug E. Fresh were there as well. You are all jealous by now because you've missed the cow shaped cookies and pixy stix. Did you know that the serving size for pixy stix is 7 sticks? Fact. A smashing game of Jarts was played. Jarts are illegal you know. None of that twee-as-fuck law abiding shit around these parts. We are not jelly-filled danishes, we are tough as hell and we hate the pigs. We divided into teams of 3. In an attempt to boost team morale, we came up with a name: Manic Street Jarters. But like our namesakes, the more jarts we threw, the more crap we became. After falling behind by a few points, I adopted a new strategy: Aim directly for the opposing team members. I nearly got Mark in the noggin. My team emerged victorious, and I won't be modest....we RAWKED. John F. Monroe supplied the prize (a TBWTAS promo flat), which, instead of going to Doug and Lance's Jart Lodge, now adorns my bathroom door. Thanks John! After jarting around for a bit, we all went to buy cds and drink beer. I bought the new Lilys cd. It's perfect for sunny afternoons, but I really don't know what the singer is going on about. Then more beer. Then even more. So, that was it basically. It was a lovely time, and I know that all of you people in surrounding states like Indiana, Minnesota, and Iowa are all kicking yourselves for not coming. And too bad for you. :) ***How come no one on this list ever talks about POP ROMANTIQUE? *****The Onion. You know it, you love it. Satirical newsgiant/website based in Madison, WI. They had a signing for their new book, Our Dumb Century, a few weeks ago at Borders. The fellow who is Smoove B signed my book "I will sex you until the break of dawn. Love, Smoooove". Uh huh. True story. *******Also let me just say that it was not I who voted 18 times for Trousers. 18 TIMES? Good god. That's what happens when you go around showing everyone your winky. Would anyone like to see mine? harhar. But seriously folks, anyone who knows me knows that I voted for Isobel Campbell. If someone would like to come forward as the person who voted for me, come forward and let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Ok, I'll see you around in a few months, you carriage full of pishrogues. much love, jenn pb xo +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+