Sinister: intros, dreams, and love advice from Pat Boone

[jkrze at xxx.net]

Hello Everyone,

I've noticed the list has been lacking posts lately so I've taken it
upon myself to cram up everyone's mailboxes.  I suppose I should start
by introducing myself seeing this is my first post.  My name is JoAnn
and I am from Detroit, a city recognized globally for its cars and
music, but in my humble little heart it will always rekindle memories of
steaming sewers, dirty alleys, and broken glass (something I
affectionately have grown to name "city glitter"). You can imagine my
jealousy when reading other's posts from the list which speak of taking
walks down to rivers, climbing hills, running in fields....maybe someday
I'll be fortunate enough to have such surroundings.  However, until then
I'll take a nice deep breath of the smell of burning rubber and try to
imagine I'm LLPainter Jane running and running and running to the edge
of town getting pollen on the cuffs of my pants.  

So I had a B&S dream the other night.  From what I've read it seems to
happen to a lot of listees.  Anyway, I was at a B&S concert, but they
were playing songs I've never heard before.  Next thing I know (you know
how in dreams sometimes you're just transported somewhere without
actually moving), I am sitting on a ledge right in front of the stage.
Stuart comes up to me and says, "Hey, that's a cool shirt.  How much did
it cost?"  I look down to discover I am wearing an Elvis t-shirt.  Out
of nowhere, my little sister appears next to me on the ledge which is
fitting because she is in real life obsessed with Elvis.  So I ask her,
"how much did this shirt cost?"  and she answered, "about twenty
minutes".  Well, Stuart gets a big kick out of her saying "minutes"
rather than "dollars" and starts cracking up.  Then he says to me,
"JoAnn, do you mind if I break your back?".   I woke up before I could
answer.

In my subject line I promised some love advice from the legendary pop
crooner Pat Boone.  No, it wasn't given to me personally, I read it in a
book I picked up at a rummage sale written by the man himself in the
1950's.  The book was originally intended as a guide on life and love
for teenagers, but now it serves pretty well for laughs.  I tempt no
longer, here is an actual quote, "Kissing is not a game....Kissing for
fun is like playing with a beautiful candle in a roomful of dynamite!"
Pat suggests going bowling or watching a TV program as an alternative.
So remember kids, when you are out this weekend enjoying the sun with
your special someone ---- NO Kissing For Fun!!!  Kiss for your local
charity, kiss just for practice, but by god, don't let me hear of you
kissing just for fun!

Goodbye.  Take care one and all,
JoAnn



"I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance" --- e.e. cummings

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