Dearest Sinister, This is a tribute to thou. I’ve come to realize what I’ve always known, but yet kept quiet with. I really love sinister. I do. I know it’s supposed to be this place where cool people hang and all, and I don’t think that it is meant for sixteen year old girls to love it. But I do. You’re all so wonderful and funny. Just when I’m about to give up on everything and go hide under my duvet for the rest of my life, only coming out once in a while to get more chocolate, you cheer me up again and it’s all so lovely. I’m not trying to kiss some twee arses here, this is just how I feel. Ah. I hope you don’t think I’m too pathetic. But yesterday, after a horrendously bad hair day (that really ruins my entire day, I know it’s superficial, but when my hair is really bad I feel really bad too. Not that I care much about it usually, but, er, yes. I don’t know. It’s just how it is), I came home. I was hoping for a letter from Miss Alex in Australia. But no, just boring mail for my mum. But then I went into the kitchen, and there, on the table, there it was! A lovely little parcel, with nice little stickers on it! For me! Hurrah! It contained a nice letter, a GREAT mixtape and Miss Alex’s zine Unintentionally Lo-Fi. It totally made my day! Hurrah again for Miss Alex! She’s the queen of Indie Cool. Yay for her! Today, I am at home again. I’m wearing my black cords and my pink baseball-shirt or what the hell they’re called. It’s nice, because the main part on it is pastel pink with deep pink stars, and the sleeves are just deep pink. I feel sort of pretty, except that I look like I’d been hiding in a closet for 300 years or something. Shall we say I look tired. Ok. I love this Swedish cereal called Kalaspuffar. That’s like, er, PartyPuffs in English. It’s such a god name for cereal. At least the Swedish version. PartyPuffs sounds like something that has to do with drugs. Maybe you’ve got something similar. But still, it is God’s creation. Sugary, good as snacks and actual cereal. YUM. I’m looking at the box right now, therefore I felt the need to tell you. Does anyone else have a fascination for daytime television? I love it. First, there’s the sort of stuff like Days of Our Lives, ah, how wonderfully crap! Always someone possessed by the devil, or you think that you’re watching a normal conversation between two of the lousy actors, until you see the supposed-to-be red scary eyes in the tree or something. Always really weird supernatural things. But I can’t stand watching more than a minute of it, though. Because it truly is awful. Then there’s stuff like Full House, Blossom and Step by Step. AH. So cheesy, and not even funny. And in Step by Step, there’s the Pervs also known as the Parents who are always talking about sex. They sort of scare me, because they keep talking about nurse outfits and stuff like that. Eeeeew! Leave me out of it you devil family! Dawson’s Creek has to get its space in this post too. Dawson and his family is my favourite thing to hate about the series. Really, have you ever seen anyone with such an asymmetric face? It’s been bugging me since it started here, when I was twelve. He’s weirdly ugly, as if that’s his excuse for being sensitive or something, and then he had this freaky dad, who thank God “died”. The dad was the worst part. Always, especially in the beginning, a typical conversation between them would go like this: The dad enters Dawson’s room. Dad: Hello Dawson, what are you doing? Dawson: Oh, I’m just editing my new movie. Dad: You know, son, making love to a woman is something special. Like me and your mother, for example, we made love on the living room table yesterday. But a woman is something special Dawson. Always be gentle to her [insert cliché talk] Dawson: Wow, thanks for your great advice dad! Ok. I’m not even going to start on this one. But what the hell?! Father and son talking, not even slightly bothered, about sex? Dawson not being disturbed by the fact that his dad tells him that he and his mother has sex? ON THE GOD DAMN LIVING ROOM TABLE? Last week, I brought up the topic of the fact that parents have sex and how you really don’t want to think about that, amongst my friends, which resulted in us all laughing panicky screaming “AHHHH MENTAL PICTURES MENTAL PICTURES MENTAL PICTURES!”. Oh, when browsing through old posts, I found this from a post by Toy Stephen: “Perhaps you're Astrid and you've been dancing with the Belles Your star so lovely, that your age they cannot tell Your obsessions get you known throughout Sinister for being strange Crushing Bobby, and whispering him 'Jag älskar dig.'” That’s very funny and very sweet. It was from the post called sexpecations, and that was like a verse of it. I’m impressed with the Swedish though! But dear sinister, am I known throughout sinister for being strange..? Oh. Well, take care all of you, I love you all. (Ah, cheesy.) Sorry for this v. long post. Handclaps and tambourines and love Astrid x --------------------------------------------------- Who would you rather be - Ted Danson or Kevin Costner? Fab: Who the fuck is Ted Dancer? Ted Danson. Fab: Oh, Danson. Nick: I think Ted Danson wears a toupee. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname@nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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. 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