Sinister: Special today -- no ice cream.

[JohaN HUGO]

hallo hallowed all
dear list (and that includes the listless listed, and even the lascivious...)

i won't send this now (note: this "now" connotes a moment  forever 
frowzen in time from now on) since there are still a few mails i want to 
get through, but i had to start it now, since the nicest thing have just 
happened. this being someone who has brought a sound system to the 
HUGE varsity l.a.n (where i am) and put on some grate (if completely 
unrecognisable) music. nice geture, and thoroughly worth it just to see 
the people's faces as they walk in. ooo, wait... yes, there they've come 
to tell him/her to switch it off, and... there it goes: depressing silence 
and keyboard clicks reign again. always trust the Man (the Lan-Man? 
Stan? i don't know, i just don't know (the truth, why else should i 
lie?))  not to allow something pretty (so do it while you can!)
YAY! it's back again. HOORAY, while being horribly cynical, i was 
also horribly WRONG!!! it's the Lan-Man playing it! apparently 
they're testing the pa system. hope they leave it on. will keep you 
posted, of course, hee-hee: no such thing as consent on the internet, i 
love it.

okay, so still not about to post, but another little snippet which i can't 
resist (busy reading madeleine's post, with her referring to her "loved 
one"). do you know evelyn waugh's novel "the loved one"? bit of a 
different connotation you'd have to the phrase then, i can tell you (and 
then leave off in enigmatic silence...)

... now THIS is really becoming a work-in-progress (the third day's 
segment now to follow): a propos of astrid and andre's mishearings, 
here is a rather salacious one which i've just discovered yesterday, and 
it made my ears burn a little pink (i'm too young to be a dirty old 
man, dammit!).
i was going through the tabs on the jeepster site (if anyone knows 
andreas karlson, or if he's reading: kudo's - and i don't mean the curly-
horned antelope!), and discovered that the REAL lyrics at the end of 
one of the verses of "she's losing it" SHOULD go:
"inch for inch and pound for pound
who needs boys with LISA around."
well, think of it what you may, but i think it did make a pervy kind of 
sense (or a groovy kind of love) to substitute, as i had always done 
"LEEKS" for "LISA". 
what does that say about me, i wonder? and had i cheapened the song 
and what it was about? i didn't know - only time would tell.

another odd little bit from another time-zone (i really will have to let 
go of this mail sometime!). archel toast quoted kurt vonnegut on love: 
there's another similar one, in the intro to timequake where he writes 
about receiving a postcard from a fan that sums up his entire oeuvre 
with the phrase:
"love may fail, but courtesy will prevail" (... sometimes we can only 
hope, i guess...)

AND SO, the moment has arrived, somewhat like the season, only 
not quite - i've finally caught up to my backlog again, and can now 
post in disappointingly good conscience (oh, how i'd love to give myself 
to sin, if only she would have me...!)

i was going to write a whole big report-back type thingy on halloween 
as well, but it seems like remembrances of things past now. suffice to 
say that the stellenbosch pseudo-sinister massive had struck again 
("sinister" because that's how i think of it, "pseudo" because hardly 
anyone in it would have the faintest idea what i'm alking about, 
although i did make a friend of mine a mix-tape for her birthday, and 
she did, quite spontaneously remark that "the fox in the snow" was her 
favourite song on it! my best friend liezl is also firmly converted, and 
recently insisted on having copies of all my b&s records for her 
walkman on the long bustrip she had to make, so that's 2 for the home-
team, yippee!!!)

actually, no, on second thoughts, it doesn't suffice to say that (well, it 
might for the nebulous many-tentacled "you" out there, but not for 
ME, and this is MY post (and i'll... okay sorry, but i'm still going to)
we made jack o'lanterns, and pretty good they were too, and then 
distributed them around the town, at strategic spots where they would 
be optimally visible to traffic. my favourite was the one i perched on 
top of the traffic lights at a busy intersection. how i wish belle the 
grown-up dog had been there to see me shimmy up the pole, how 
amazed she would have been! (good luck with the new place and the 
job, "the girl"). or, alternatively, some more unattached girls, to marvel 
at the way my sinuous thighs curled and contracted lovingly around 
the slim pale body of the naked pole planted forlornly on the 
streetcorner, as i heaved and wriggled myself up it, until... alright 
enough (in deference to the impressionable minds of the u/18's club)

well, that's it then: the usual vague (but heartfelt) thanks' to all for all 
the wonderful posts of the last while. i don't know how i'd get through 
the week without my little opiate. and congrats to those who feel they 
merit them - even if it's just for being you!
be like astrid, be nice to foxes and other animals (by that i mean 
people too!)

love

JohaN 

ps. can't wait for Xmas thingy to get underway, my pillowcase is 
washed and waiting... and my little mind a-thinking of nice things to 
send, so ask yourself: are you feeling lucky, punk (rock!)

pps. have just for the first time really looked through the marvellous 
sinister galleries. beautiful! i'm in love with sillustrations!
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