digests this afternoon, and now my brain has started leaking out my ears. I want sympathy! NOW! How do you people manage to get anything done? I have visions (not frequently, thank goodness) of all you pallid students and secret office misfits crouched over your computers in the early hours typing feverishly. Not a nice thought. I, however, have a REALLY full-time Foundation Course to occupy my time 5 days a week (and then some). Shame on you! Write an essay or audit your accounts or something while I'm slaving over a hot paintbrush. Show that you care. Or not, as the case may be... LIZ'S BOOK OF THE MONTH is: Microserfs by Douglas Coupland (or, indeed, ANY book by Douglas Coupland, although Polaroids From The Dead is rather too Gerry Garcia-obsessed for my liking). Try to ignore all that overblown shite about Generation X, and read some of his wonderfully unsentimental, involving, genuinely moving and very VERY funny prose. Woohoo! Phew! Thank the Lord (ie. HoneyGrumps. Hey, no need to be grumpy - we all love you and would still be glad to give you babies) for the end to Multiple Mailing Syndrome. That piece on Northern Soul was starting to really annoy me, and if it'd continued I would have excercised my secret magic word to cast a hex on the server, thus blightling the life of all listees. Lucky it stopped, eh? Oh, and can I have permission to talk about household pets too, sir? The Espedair Street thing on Radio 4 is quite good, although not nearly as good as the Crow Road thing on BBC 2. There isnae any background noise or anything, and the characterisation of Rick Tumber is just pathetic. Apple'n'pears, plates of meat, any old cliches? I dunno, the radio doesn't seem to really do much for the dramatic arts. I mean, just look at The Archers. What a big pile of poo that is. I shall outline what I attribute this to in my revolutionary new theory: You Can't Do Porn On The Radio. Let me explain: as TV has become more liberal in what it is possible to show, the radio has lost out on innovative production because you can't get the full prurient doses of tits'n'bums on the radio. You can get the comedy twangy soundtracks all right, but these just aren't the same, darlings. Creative media types go straight to TV because they want to show nekkid bodies (for artistic purposes only, of course). I realise this is appallingly generalistic, so don't flame me or anything if you happen to be a pure and virtuous TV producer (yeah, right). Ho hum. STOP GOING ON ABOUT HOUSE OF LOVE! I KNOW NOTHING OF THEM! I DON'T CARE EITHER! AARGH! Sorry about that, I just have ignorance-overload at the moment. Tata. Arrivederci, Liz (edaplynr3n00297@kiadroch.kiad.ac.uk) ******************************************* The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost ****************************************** ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------