Sinister: Call it whatever you like. . .

[Intellectualvoid at xxx.com]

Good evening, dears!  Or morning/afternoon, as it were.  You're everywhere, 
scattered strategically round the world!  

I've been made famous!  By the illustrious Rachel Fruitloop!  Well, okay.  
Maybe not.  Certainly, not everyone can reach the Ken Chu levels of notoriety 
in life; I don't know that I dare aspire to it, even.  But, thanks Rachel 
Fruitloop!  I am basking in your warm glow!  Really. Big long-distance 
smooches.

It's been a . . .  weekend, and since you asked so kindly, yes, I will tell 
you all about it.  I receieved a stunning package in the mail on Saturday*.  
It contained FOUR tapes, yes, count them.  And more.  And I must say, it was 
brilliantly done, as was all the accompanying writing.  Mmmmm.  I'm still 
pouring over them, avidly.  You know how it is.  I'll be doing that for 
months.  I have a perma-grin.  My face actually hurts.  Well.  Moving along.

It rained!  Sadly, this is probably the second most interesting thing that 
happened over the past couple of days, the long-awaited arrival of 
aforementioned package ranking first, of course.  So, maybe it wasn't that 
interesting of a weekend.  Hush.  Not only has summer slid quietly into 
autumn, leaving the nights and mornings cool and lush, but clouds are still 
hanging low in the sky, the moon just a faint outline behind them.  While 
it's not raining now, the air is thick and heavy, and surely it will during 
the night.  I hope I wake to thunder, and raindrops pattering on the window.  
That would be perfect.  Even more perfect than right now, that is.  

So what else?  Well, I've tossed together a mixed tape for a friend of mine 
tonight.  It lacks all pretense of artistry; I just went for the sampler 
concept.  Apparantly, she is too busy making music to listen to it, which is 
fine, and where I come in.  See, anyone within a 50 mile vicinity who has not 
heard of B&S, Nick Drake, The Clientele, etc etc, well, they're fair game 
once they fall into my clutches.  She will be educated.  Indeed.  You may 
sleep easy.  I certainly will.  Sigh.

Speaking of which, I suppose that's what I'm going to do now.  After my 
rendevous with a smooth Turkish blend called Camel Light.  Right.  I'm off.  

Much, much love and sweet dreams,
Shannon.

* I'm writing a full report now, Sam, but it's going to be LONG.  Hold tight 
;-)
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