Sinister: singing, knitting, bowling, sleeping

[Rachel Playforth]

aw look, sinister's hibernating for christmas.  shhh...  i don't really
like to break into this silence with a boring 'non-post', but i need a
break from cataloging grammar books.  (is that how you spell the present
participle of 'to catalogue'?  or is it 'cataloguing'?  maybe one of
these lovely grammar books will tell me.)

bored though i am, at least all the students have gone home so i can
stop being smiley receptionist girl and play cds through my pooter at
will.  had a nice singalong to tigermilk yesterday, despite competition
from the technicians next door and their rawk.

normally at this time of year i'd be starting my annual knitting phase,
but imagine my distress to discover that my knitting needles have
vanished.  i rather suspect that my housemate has stolen them to murder
her boyfriend with.  how am i going to impress anyone with my earthy
creativity now?  my christmas cards are home-made, i suppose, but i have
a less than cordial relationship with Pritt-Stick so they're not too
professional.

the process of moving to a new flat is proving interesting.  captivated
by it though i am (think jane fonda in 'barefoot in the park'), the lack
of a freezer has led to some problems getting my reccommended daily
amount of ice-cream.  we resorted to dangling a tub of hagen daz out of
the window in a carrier bag secured with wool (i think kirsten mentioned
something similar), which i doubt would have ultimately worked, but
luckily i decided to eat it all that evening.

i'm tempted by this bowling lark now, i must admit.  but there were no
girl bowlers in the big lebowski, and thus no role model, though i dare
say i could knock up a nice purple outfit like john turturro's, if i
find my knitting needles...  anyway, if anyone is in the south-east and
can't cope with the fierce competition in london i'll arrange a sesh in
brighton (the bowling alley is right by the sea so afterwards we can
re-create those bowlie beach moments - though probably with snow instead
of sand).

finally saw ghost world, which was great.  it made me consider how you
can either deal with outsider status by exaggerating it (and still being
unhappy) or by trying to make yourself invisible (and still being
unhappy).  i did the latter when i was a teenager.  i'm still not sure
whether i would have been better off making myself a caricature like
enid - at least i might have made an impression.  is there a middle way?
 come on, some of you wee sinistereenies must be well-adjusted.

well, after six uninteresting and unconnected paragraphs, i feel i've
done my bit to lull sinister off into our winter sleep.  may festive
flights of arch(ang)els sing you to your rest.

luv archel xxx    

ps. i'm re-reading the fellowship of the ring at the moment, and every
time i come across a reference to 'archet' i do a double take... 
spooky.




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