Hello darkness my old friends. I've come to post to you again… I know, I know. You all hungrily sign on to your e-mail accounts and greedily go down the list of your 50 something messages in search of your favorite listee's post. Eagerly you click on that link to send you to a letter full of meaning, full of wit, full of fun and cheer. Well, too bad - just my tripe for now.... But thats ok since I send you cheery greetings from Northern Calipornia! Now, I know what you're thinking. As you scratch your head, you're wondering, "Why, Laura Llew, California isn't on the way from Utah to North Carolina. Did they set you facing the wrong direction after they wound up the metal knob in your back?" Don't fret kiddies. My plans for a wondrous cross country road trip fell again and so I am ended up at relatives house in Fairfield until I can get a flight back to the promise land (September 8th). The 'Find Llew a Way Home' debacle of '99 has certainly proved to be interesting. Then again it should surprised anyone. I mean, my plans to prove that North Dakota really doesn't exist but it is a falsehood perpetuated by the government to serve their evil purpose were thwarted once again. Coincidence? Ohhhhh, I think not. At least I'm no longer living with my roomies. I loved them dearly but it was akin to living with a plague of locusts. Though, locusts are most likely cleaner. The dreamy Alasdair said, "yada yada yada." Ok, so I stopped listening to the actual words. Everyone (well besides Timmy Hopkins) knows that you don't actually listen to Al's words just to his dream accent for which the women swoon. The other day, my sister told me that she was moving to Scotland and marrying the first guy that came along who had that accent which seems to have that wicked witch of the west (definitely not of the south) melting effect. She doesn't care if he's old, balding, toothless, or skinny (don't ask me those are the exact words she used) - so Xavier it seems as if you do have a chance! ahaha On the road trip out here to Cali, I got the opportunity to introduce my brother to both IYFS and BWTAS (which sound like military abbreviations). Of course, this was after suffering through his requests of something catchy like Third Eye Blind or the such. I played him Billy Joel, The Beautiful South and Fountains of Wayne - slowly but surely easing him out of the stagnated pool of radio play. While he was listening to b&s I thought I saw him go through a change of heart. He seemed to be happily pondering his own thoughts while listening to the music. I was sure that he had fallen in love with them and was being taken to whole new worlds of thought and enjoyment. Then he turns to me and says, "What did the dog say to the other dog as he lifted his hind leg." I gullibly answered, "What?" To which he replied, "From a scale of 1 to 10, you're an 8." I'll pause for a second to let the stupidity of the joke sink in… I'm sure my face was a mask of pure horror and disgust. Here I thought he was being seriously effected by my selection of pure ear candy. Instead, some muse that I have never heard of nor am in interesting of ever meeting is inspiring him. In retrospect, I believe that is was just the fact that we had been on the road for so long because then he started to mindlessly babble about the evil of sweater girl (a girl that we nicknamed so because of her tendency to wear a sweater around her shoulders. He thought she was bearing false witness since she had the sweater but had no intentions of wearing it. Plus, the past few times he had seen her there had been no sweater. He seemed quite perturbed by this whole situation.) Yes, I'm blaming the heat. If you're travelling through Utah, Nevada, and California during the summer may I suggest that you have ac in your car that actually works. A novel idea I know. My sponsor a musically impoverished Laura program is coming along quite well. This list is full of charitable, generous, lovely souls namely ta ra martin robinson, simple p. pete ramsdale, etr327, and terrific tom yosomethingorother. I will get back to you all tomorrow or so when I have more extensive use of the computer. I just wanted to send out my deep heart felt thanks for your thoughts and generosity. That and to guilt trip other list members into being more generous to wide eye Laura's everywhere... I don't think it will work though. Well, I'm off like bell bottoms in the 80's. I too will be back. I love you all - that other mailing list mean nothing to me. You must believe me Laura "Filling all your Laura Llew needs since 1977." _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+