Hello people, long time, no see. Hope you're all ok. Lots of great stuff has happened since the last time I wrote. I've met The White Stripes for instance, they were super nice. And Jack was really good looking, for a boy. Eh. Yeah. He was gorgeous. And Meg was really sweet. Other from that, I recieved an e-mail from Stephen Chbosky (author, one of my absolute favourites) the other day too. He wrote the most beautiful e-mail I've ever recieved, or rather, the most beautiful WORDS anyone has even written about me. Oh my. I've been in contact with Shirley Lee and Wiz Kid Management too. Cool stuff. Fuck. I turned into a namedropper. I've always despised them. Anyways. I was out wandering about in the big forest surrounding this huge mountain outside my appartment building a couple of days ago. And it was just so painfully beautiful. Everything is green now, and I love that. I mean, in the summer, everything is equally green but spring shows every shade of green that you could think of. But, as another sinisterbite pointed out a while ago, spring also seems like the invisible invitation for overweight middle-aged balding men in khaki shorts to take off their shirts. I saw one just the other day, and that was during a walk when I saw about five people. So one out of five in that area are that kind of men. It doesn't matter how many they are, every single one is equally unpleasant to encounter. Hrrrr. I'm going to a crazy woman soon. Well, I'm the crazy one, really. It's one of them phobia-psychiatrists. My mum is paying her good money. And we don't have a lot of money. And my phobia is so stupid that it's alsmo amazing. I'm afraid of... wasps. Little, striped, innocent wasps, for you maybe. Evil, aggressive, darkminded wasp-fuckers for me. I HATE THEM SO MUCH! Today, the plan is that I'm supposed to spend some time with a wasp. Get to know him, his interests. Well no, but the spend some time thing was true. Apparently, the body doesn't calm itself down until after twenty minutes. AH! I spend as little time as possible with wasps. They're so awful. I can handle small spaces. I can handle clowns. Well, they're a bit fucked-up and I wouldn't want to meet one in an alley on a late night, but then, who would? I'm ok with dogs, and I'm ok with... er... yeah. But I'm not the freakiest one though. You can be afraid of tons of things. For example (these are real phobias): -Fear of the colour white -Fear for ugly people (...) -Fear for people who've amputated something -Fear for really long words -Fear of flutes (!) -Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth (Well just DON'T EAT IT THEN!) -Fear of food (I think I've got some sort of anti-phobia to that) -fear of memories -fear of bald people to name a few. I'm sure they're real troublesome to have. AH. I feel very sane right now, how lovely. I have to go now because I'm going to be late for my meeting with The Wasp otherwise. Urgh. I have a stomachache out out pure nervousness. If it's called that. Well, take care and look out for wasps. And that might be the last time I'm saying that. (Wohoo) Astrid P.S I will meet my first sinisterbite in June, maybe. He's called Anders and he's from Oslo, Norway and he's great. Yay! ______________________________________________________________ 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. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+