From patchworkz7 at xxx.com Fri Feb 1 01:52:11 2002 From: patchworkz7 at xxx.com (JAMES GILMER) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 20:52:11 -0500 Subject: Sinister: The sky's a hazy shade of winter Message-ID: Snow. I�m a bit tired of winter, and I�d quite like to see the sunshine and green grass of spring soon, but we�ve a couple more months of winter to trudge through. Madison (and things are quite toadie up here ~stine, thanks for asking) didn�t get hit as hard as Chicago did, only a few inches if that to be honest, but I�d still be quite happy to see the back of winter. The cold thickens the blood, makes me feel a bit sluggish when I�d rather be out running about, taking stock of the new city with its streets beneath my feet. Getting lost in a new city is one of my favorite past times. Every city has a different feel, a different vibe. I like to cut loose, get the city under my feet and walk aimlessly until I get used to the city, get to know it and let it get to know me, then I can be comfortable. It�s too bloody cold for a decent ramble though. The Situationists had a term, derive, for the act of walking a city, making it new and strange. Fancy that, the Paris intellectuals had a term for something I�d been doing all my life out of habit. I�ve been domesticated, as Elise pointed out in her email a while ago, and yes, much to my pleasure it is indeed bliss. Domestication suits me far better than I ever thought it would. I�d have never guessed six months ago that this is where�d I�d be right now, in the best place I�ve ever been in in my life. Hell, just a few months ago I�d been thinking about fucking off from going to grad school or back to college and taking another trip; maybe overseas in the other direction. Japan or India (obviously before the war and such) or somewhere and racking up some debt exploring the world. Now I�m working for the Man (actually the VA hospital here in Madison) and working 9-5 and coming home to the girl who�s more perfect for me than anyone has a right to be. I�ll spare you all any gushing about how wonderful Elise is, I�ve already said all the important things to her and I don�t want to bore you. I will say that I�ve found a lot more novelty, a lot more challenges and thrills and emotions and real fucking life in the few weeks of domestication than I�ve had then in every trip, every club, every night of drinking, every drug, and every other experience thus far. You want to experience the whole universe? It�s all there in the interactions of two people�s lives. Quantum love. We just found out the Moldy Peaches are playing Madison tomorrow, and a free show as well, so it looks like we�ll finally get to experience the joy that is a live Peaches show. If you haven�t checked them out yet, you really should. I do believe I have a new favorite movie of all time: SIX STRING SAMURAI Dear lord, it�s brilliant. No really. It is. And if any of your artsy friends give you grief when you go to rent it, just tell them it�s all a metaphor, them artsy types like words like that. Toss in the words �transcendent�, �allegory�, and (and this one�s the deal breaker) �edgy�. They love bullshit like that. Seriously, it�s a movie about a Buddy Holly lookalike in a post-nuclear war wasteland who�s trying to get to Las Vegas and be crowned the king of rock and roll. It also features such stunning dialogue as: �Nice tuxedo...nice tuxedo to DIE IN!� Best movie of 2001? I think so. Does Amelie have sword fighting? The Russian army? The final showdown between Rock and Roll and Heavy Metal? Didn�t think so. Though, I�ll cop to the fact that I really did like Amelie, and I strongly recommend it. Elise took me to see it and I was a little worried when it started; my pretentiousness alarms were going off, but it turned out to be an utterly charming movie. But still, SIX STRING SAMURAI has cannibals. A lot of people have brought up �The Perks of being a Wallflower�, and since Elise just read it, I asked her what she thought: �It�s an okay book, but I don�t think you�d like it� �Why not? I like a lot of different things. Is it because it�s twee?� �Well, yeah...it�s twee...really twee...� �I�ve seen it called �twee as fuck�, is it that twee?� �It gets less twee as it goes on...but...� �Is it just like a really long Sinister post?� �Yeah...but a really long Sinister post written by a total pussy� �Jesus, that�s twee...but you liked it, so I�ll try it...by the way, can I quote you?� �Errr...yeah...but *only* if you say that I liked the book� So, I intend to read �perks of being a wallflower� this week and see for myself whether or not I like it...or if the shear tweeness will overcome me. Hmmm, music....not really listening to much new stuff. I think I�ve mentioned The Wonder Stuff before, some very cool old school indie Brit stuff, and thanks to Elise I�ve been listening to Tram and the O, Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack. Otherwise, not much new on the music front for me. Oh, I should mention that absolutely *everyone* needs to listen to Bran Van 3000. They�re nothing less than genius. Momus does a guest spot on a very cool track as well as some other hip hop artists and such. If there were more music like Bran Van 3000, I�d be a happy man. The whole love and loss and shyness and depression thing has popped up again on the list (though it�s never really gone is it? On the list or in real life) and I had a few things on my mind that I wanted to say. I know what it�s like to be depressed and down and just fucking crushed under the day to day shitstorm that life can be; but I think too many of us don�t realize that it�s far easier than we�d have thought to get out from under that. (Quick aside; everyone should read Bertrand Russell�s THE CONQUEST OF HAPPINESS, it�s the best book on life and happiness and living ever written. Period.) I think too many of us use our pain, our shyness, our anger, our whatever as safety blankets and it annoys me enough when I see teenagers doing it; I really can�t stand it when people who are supposed to be adults do it. Because I don�t think we realize we aren�t our pain. We aren�t our sadness or our shyness or even our happiness. Those are all things we can feel and ways we can see the world, and none of those things make us special or different or anything. I mean, look at the list, you�ve all read posts from hundreds of people. You�ve all watched them go up and down the roller coaster ride. You�ve all read about them falling in and out of love and going places and doing things and laughing and crying and the whole lot. When you�re seeing the world through those glasses of loneliness or sadness or anger then the world looks like a pretty fucked place. You look at yourself and you don�t like what you see, you look at other people and you don�t like what you see. But you don�t realize you can take the glasses off. That you�re not your loneliness and you�re not your sadness or any of that. I�m getting into Zen territory aren�t I? Well, I do respect a lot of the Zen ideas, because I think there�s a lot to take away from them. Not too much mind you, sitting on a mountain and staring at your belly button isn�t much of a living either, but I do think there are lessons to be learned. You�re not your sexual preference or your sadness or what bands you listen to or what clothes you wear. The hardest part of life is just living, and accepting. You won�t be able to truely be comfortable with anyone until you�re comfortable with yourself...which is a cliche, but cliches are cliches because they tend to be true. I see so many people using their sadness or anger as a pose and it�s just so fucking tiring. Little latch key kids listening to Limp Bizkit and trying to act hard and pushing their anger and boring fucking goth wanna-be�s and twee prats wearing their sadness like a set of clothes. It�s childish, and it�s sad, and it doesn�t have to be that way. Which isn�t to make light of depression or sadness or loneliness; but instead I really think too many of us don�t understand how beautiful we are, and we let ourselves be defined by this crap because that�s the way it goes. We play a role when we don�t realize we can be anything. Quantum love. How do you want to see the world? Who do you want to be? Take the sad glasses off and see the world through new eyes. It�s observer theory. Matters of perception. Don�t use your pain as an armor if you really want to live. Don�t make a flimsy excuse. You can be anything you want. Grant Morrison said it best; "I haven't feel geeky or dumb since I was 17. I don't feel marginalised or outmoded and neither should anyone else in this thriving, multiplex society. When will successful, creative, intelligent people stop thinking of themselves as childlike outsiders and start engaging with the real high-stakes world? Wake up fanboy, wake up fangirl. Don't you want to rule the world?" - Grant Morrison _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From benapps at xxx.com Fri Feb 1 08:43:15 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Fri, 01 Feb 2002 08:43:15 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Five and Nine........the Brighton Line Message-ID: Attention all London (and surrounding Hamlets) sinister-type peeples. (others need only read for sheer aesthetic pleasure) Archel and Ben's (other Ben - hey we could make a mixtape!), Brighton meet is only Garden Gate (8) days away. Miss Playforth has requested our presence at around 2:30pm (One little duck, dirty gertie). Assuming we're going to make the trip together, rather in the vein of the the jolly boys outing to Margate in Only Fools and Horses, only with girls too, and on a train not a coach, may I be so bold as to suggest the following plan of action: Meet at Kelly's Eye, 1pm outside, or more probably, 'in' the pub at Victoria Station (Rail NOT coach). The name of the establishment escapes me. Boozers please advise. Depart on time (what are the chances?) at Unlucky for for some 13:38 (Chrismas cake)pm on the South Central Trains service to, conveniently, Brighton. Where we will alight at precisely 14:27(gateway to heaven). I have gleaned the following ticketing details: Standard Single (Adult) �14.90 (Valentines day, Top of the shop) First Class Single (Adult) �20.60 Network Awaybreak Return (Adult) �20.10 (Return within 5 days) Saver Return (Adult) �24.10 (Return within a month) A young persons, family, or senior citizens railcard is valid with any of these tickets to obtain the appropriate discount. I am advised there is no need to book in advance for any of these fares. Well it's just a preliminary plan, so whaddaya think? Archel is this OK with you? And how many people can be accommodated overnight in your "HOUSE!"? Thank you for calling national rail enquiries. Talking of tickets, I got mine for London :) , but have my eye on Denmark too, has anyone booked tickets for there from the UK? I think I may have bingo-ing mad. Bapps x-x-x _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From neil at xxx.net Fri Feb 1 09:05:51 2002 From: neil at xxx.net (Neil Robertson) Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2002 09:05:51 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Belfast Message-ID: <002c01c1aaff$a68b1640$7104fd3e@neil> The Belfast gig will be up on Radio 1's ste from today for 10 days. You can't download it, but you can have a listen. It's: www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/alt/lamacq.shtml Rock on Neil +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sophiakatrina at xxx.com Fri Feb 1 12:07:22 2002 From: sophiakatrina at xxx.com (sophia katrina) Date: Fri, 01 Feb 2002 12:07:22 +0000 Subject: Sinister: life imitates looper Message-ID: thank you to all of you who pointed out what i could very easily have looked up for myself - the song i was referring to is called 'dave the moon man.' (and no one took me up on my offer and offended my cultural heritage - you're all so gosh darn nice! surely niceness deserves matzoh ball soup.) anyway, i got so much puerile amusement from that fact that i had to share with 1500 people that my ex's name is actually - drum roll please - dave! ha ha ha! better stop laughing now, my cat is looking confused. sophia X _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk Fri Feb 1 12:54:31 2002 From: mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk (fiona) Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2002 12:54:31 BST Subject: Sinister: There's monkeys on the dancefloor In-Reply-To: <200202010923.g119NjG19841@vummath.ma.man.ac.uk> Message-ID: <5502B325D60@mail1.mcc.ac.uk> I have tickets for Manchester!! well not in real life, but i have an order confirming email and thats good enough for me. i also have a comedy email from the security department at my university: To be circulated to all staff and students: There have been incidents of people selling laptop computers from a vehicle on campus. These people are involved in a scam where they show you a working laptop computer and after you have withdrawn the cash from a nearby cash machine they hand over a laptop case which in some cases is glued shut or has a faulty zip, by the time you have opened the case and found out it contains anything from a house brick to bottles of water they have left the scene. Please beware and report all incidents to the Security staff by calling 275 2730 or internally 52730. Vehicle Registration number - R718 XNG , Blue coloured saloon. Four Male occupants. No further details available. ...well i thought it was funny anyway but then again i'm grasping at anything to brighten my days at the moment, as i have almost certainly failed my exams and so am going to go and discuss with my tutor what my options are (if any) wish me luck. what does one do when they fail their degree half way through the third year, i'm not sure i can face staying any longer. although just to spite them i have a feeling that the direct debit for my fees will bounce now that i've bought b+s tickets hehehe. on a lighter note, i have recently come to the conclusion that i have almost all the shoes i ever wanted. i have lived most of my life in a permenant state of desiring a particular shoe, but just now i have shoes to suit just about every outfit i own and some that i don't . its a good feeling being confident in the knowledge that you are wearing good shoes. yesterday i made mashed potatoes from real potatoes. it was good. despite the fact that i had had a couple two many beers before endeavouring to mash i think the project was a success. the best thing was that i actually have a masher. i have lots of utensils all of my own, including some tongs for turning things over that i went round every shop in the world to find. i also have my very own microwave and a toaster designed in a fifties style, its yellow. just thought you'd like to know. more updates on stuff i own later, but love and lollipops for now sinistereenies, fiona. ******************************************************************** * **** * Peter J. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rob_brennan at xxx.uk Fri Feb 1 13:05:39 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2002 13:05:39 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Heads & Tails Message-ID: <20020201130539.96872.qmail@web10503.mail.yahoo.com> Matt Henderson said B&S should be stopped before they make Combat Rock. But surely Legal Man was their Rock the Casbah? I have no idea what that meant either. It's February and I still have the January blues. This is almost certainly a good thing as I realised I haven't made any significant changes to my life in about two years. Nothing unusual for anyone but the idea of settling into a routine right now scares the shit out of me. It's called being 'in a rut' but really it's a really comfortable prison cell with a wide-screen telly. The door is wide open but I can't see what's outside. Last time I felt too 'settled' was a few years ago. At that time I was pushed out the door by virtue of losing my job. I somehow ended up in Scotland and had the time of my life for about half a year before reaching my current safe, secure position. Now I'm bored of the scenery again but this time I'm gonna have to kick myself out. Oh but that sofa's sooo comfy... And Countdown's on. So um... the moral is: If you want to do something do it. No it isn't, it's: If you're fed up with what you're doing, do something else. Yes. Ages ago, Robin Stout (I think) mentioned arthurbostrom.com. Fantastic! I want to hire the chap to come round my house and mispronounce English words in a bad French accent and cheer me up. Do you think he still has his gendarme outfit? I made a similar discovery the other day thanks to TV Cream... http://www.derekgriffiths.co.uk DEREK GRIFFITHS! (for non-uk listees or anyone too young to remember Play School, Derek was/is an actor and childrens' TV presenter who was also a bit of a guitarist. For 70s/early 80s pre-schoolers it was like an having an extra dad on weekday afternoons.) Have a look and find out what he's doing now. And if you work in telly, give him a job. I've got a ticket for the Brixton soiree. Wheeeee! Thanks to everyone who posted wonderful posts over the past few weeks. Will and Dimitra especially. Yay! Brighton! The London to Brighton Sinister Express sounds fantastic but I won't be on it cos I'm coming from a completely different direction. There's a metaphor for life there. What a shite post! Robster http://robster75.tripod.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From cheesebunhead at xxx.uk Fri Feb 1 14:39:36 2002 From: cheesebunhead at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?eric=20the=20half=20a=20bee?=) Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2002 14:39:36 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Harmonic Ranch Message-ID: <20020201143936.50891.qmail@web10308.mail.yahoo.com> Dearest Sinister, The road is long and the pavement is wet, but we're making good time on our cross-country trip across town. That's the sort of shit I write when I've had three and a half hours sleep; I apologize profusely. Did I even spell "profusely" correctly? I suppose it's possibel. Ooh, I'm tearing into the jokes to-night! Even if it is 9:26AM. I really have no reason to be writing, except that I haven't in a while and felt that I should reaffirm my existence. So look! I'm here! I'm waving my arms wildly, in a vain attempt to be noticed! I haven't been listening to Belle & Sebastian very much recently. I have been listening to a lot of Johnny Cash recently. I think B&S should do a prison tour; I bet that would go over smashingly. In every sense of the word. I suppose Mr. Cash was able to do it because, well, he's fucking Johnny Cash and every man who's ever even thought about robbing the local post office and killing the clerk listened to him while drinking beer and doing doughnuts on the governor's lawn. This would, of course, happen in Kentucky. Bowling Green, if you want to get all precise about it. I didn't have anything to do with it. Really. So someone (too lazy to attribute it, sorry) said this: c)Amy Longcore said:- "My friend Christopher called me up and said, "amy, we are relatively attractive, Smart and outgoing people. Why are we such social misfits in the dating Department?" I still can't answer you, Christopher, dear. But I sure can Relate to the roots of the questioning. I have rather this same conversation with two of my friends (seperately, of course) several times each month. I don't know why this happens to so many people, but I've just taken to going around with six days' stubble, needing a haircut, and wearing the same clothes for a week. If I'm not getting any dates, I may as well use the time I would spend grooming myself for something with more obvious value, such as extra sleep, or smoking. Anyone need a boyfriend? I'm available, and I won't even cause you much unneeded grief. Boys only, please. All replies at the usual address. This has gone on for too long, I suppose. I need coffee. Ta ta, Eric __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From booga14 at xxx.com Fri Feb 1 15:23:58 2002 From: booga14 at xxx.com ('Baby face' Bambino) Date: Fri, 01 Feb 2002 15:23:58 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I left that room on fire and I never went back Message-ID: Hot, hot, hot. In a drunken moment during one of the recent Belle and Sebastian concerts, a close friend of mine confided that if he had to go to bed with a man, like if his life depended on it, it would definitely be Stuart Murdoch. I didn�t really think much of what he said at the time. I was being happily distracted by the sight of Isobel Campbell and the sounds of Belle and Sebastian. But lately, I�ve been mulling it over. And I think Diego Maradona is probably a safer option. What with that half inch penis and rapidly expanding waist line, he probably wouldn�t be able to get anywhere near your ass. Hehe. Cunning like a fox, that�s me. If I�ve crossed the boundaries of good taste, I apologise. Reading Ken�s posts has probably corrupted my fragile little mind. _________________________________________ Pulp, shmulp rant. Over the past few months, Jarvis cocker and Pulp have been mentioned in numerous posts. I hope I�m not commiting sinister suicide here, but I really don�t care for them any more. I liked �Intro� and �His n� hers� and even went to see them in concert but at some point during �Different class�, all their lyrics started to sound like �I�m selling out, uh-huh huh and sucking corporate cock, uh-huh huh.� To start off, I didn�t appreciate it when thay began releasing variant copies of the same single (as with Disco 2000) in shameless and transparent attempts to get to number 1. Surely, this was exploitation of the fans. I also think that they let themselves become overexposed. In 1995 and 1996, it was practically impossible to buy a newspaper or magazine without a Pulp feature or interview. And like Tony Slattery and Spice girl, Mel. �agenda of rage� C., I think they have paid the price. Also, when they got in trouble over their �Sorted for E.s and whizz� single cover, did they show backbone and stand their ground? No, they withdrew it and started pointing fingers at The Shamen for �Ebeneezer Good�. And surely, �Help the aged� even on a tongue in cheek level is just nauseatingly wet. In summary, I think Pulp have lost their way. That said,...... I could be wrong. I mean, what do I know? Just recently, I�ve found myself enjoying �This train don�t stop there anymore� by Elton John. That can�t be a good sign. ___________________________________________ Umbrellaphobia Being a resident of the U.K. (and Scotland, no less) I think I chose the wrong week to buy my first umbrella. It�s something I had always put off buying. They�re just not cool, are they? Not even remotely punk rock, I can hear Toadie saying. But, I�ve started demonstrating to the undergraduates at the university and it looks bad if I come in sopping wet. I�ve found umbrellas to be much more complicated than they look. Mine blew inside out five times on my way into work before breaking. In the end, I was quite relieved when it did because I was terrifed of it collapsing around my head like a giant Venus fly trap and poking my eyes out. Maybe, Mary Poppins could open up a school for umbrella etiquette. The woman�s got miraculous technique. *************************************************************************************** 'Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle.' from Catch 22 by Joseph Heller (1923-1999) _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tsong at xxx.edu Fri Feb 1 04:25:26 2002 From: tsong at xxx.edu (Elsa Chiao) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 23:25:26 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Reading Ken Message-ID: <001b01c1aad8$79974860$7062e6a5@rutgers.edu> Hey, sorry I'm not one of those familiar people who've posted much. I was just reading Baby Face Bambino's post, and it mentioned Reading Ken... I am kind of feeling nostalgic right now about Reading, since I lived there for a better part of last year. Even though the town is full of what we Americans call "yuppies"..., the town is pretty much carved in my mind, especially the Purple Turtle... I would just like to say hi to Reading Ken and the Reading Sinisters... -Elsa +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mariposa403 at xxx.com Fri Feb 1 16:45:55 2002 From: mariposa403 at xxx.com (Lindsay Mae) Date: Fri, 01 Feb 2002 08:45:55 -0800 Subject: Sinister: southern california Message-ID: hello. i wanted to let those of you living in southern california (or visiting toward the end of feb.) aware that neil halsted of mojave 3 will be playing at largo in los angeles on feb. 21st. should be an excellent show and one i have been looking forward to. otherwise, hope the rest of you have a fabulous day, and hope you have someone to wake up to. -lindsay mae _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From toadie291 at xxx.com Fri Feb 1 16:12:21 2002 From: toadie291 at xxx.com (toadie291 at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 01 Feb 2002 16:12:21 +0000 Subject: Sinister: they let lisa go blind Message-ID: <20020201161221.UOLK7443.rwcrmhc54.attbi.com@rwcrwbc56> hi everyone. i wish i could come up with some witty greeting, i just dont have it in me right now i suppose. hmm. at any rate, i was listening to my mp3's on shuffle this morning whilst getting ready for work. all the sudden "beautiful" by our beloveds came on. this got me to thinking of a post from a couple of months back. perhaps you remember it to;let me synopsise for you. this girl posted about her family and how the song beautiful reminded her of herself and her relationships and the like. her family had a difficult time understanding where she was coming from to the point that they decided to medicate her and now she is just this numb being. i remember when i read it it made me cry. this morning when thinking of her it made me cry again. i cant recall who it was that posted it,i dont think it was a "regular". anyway, if you are reading this, i hope you are feeling better :o) what else? ah yes. boys. well its funny really. there have been a couple of posts recently about "why dont i have someone? i dont look like a toad and im not into recreational cannibalism?" reminds me a bit of me. i dont really want a boyfriend mind you. in fact i say no to 99% of the people that ask me out so i really have no room to complain. its just funny. i went to get a manicure a few weeks ago with a friend of mine, sharon is her name. we walked into the salon and there stood my archrival from high school. oh how i loathed her. she was one of those know it all types, which is annoying enough when the person is always right, but this girl was always wrong. ick. anyway. she is younger than i, i think she is 23..a year younger? i dunno, its a nonissue i suppose. she in all of her 400 pound glory was telling me how happily married she was. i mention her weight only because its nice to see people you dont like look worse than you, sort of validating in a shallow way. those of you that deny it are all lying! anyway. i was thinking: "self, perhaps we have set our standards too high? perhaps we should not only date famous musicians...esp taking into account where that has gotten us in the past." quite right. and enough of my speaking in the third person. well now i have my sights set on a fireman. he came to help me when i was in a car accident in december. i thought he was sooooo cute but then chalked it up to me being a wreck and just imagining him to be so. then a week or two ago i was at a traffic light. i looked up at the fire engine next to me and there was MY cute fireman waving at me :o) and he really is sooooooo cute. :o) so last saturday my suave self took my niece to the firestation. when i finally figured out how to get in (they have a doorbell....an invisible one i am convinced)...so i said to the man who answered to door "my niece wants to see the fire station, is that okay?" to which my niece said "but you wanted to...." thats when i interupted her and said "is this a good time?" fireman joe said that on his way down the stairs they got a call and if we could come back later that would be great. so we walked to the car. then fireman joe came running to my car explaining that another ambulance had been sent to the scene of whatever had happened so we could come in. he then said that there were only 2 guys there, as the others were out on a call with the fire engine. damn! my boy wasnt there! i was so depressed. so i keep praying ill see him again. i dont even know his name :o( reminds me of the cure song "i sometimes used to try to catch your face, but never even caught your name." its not fair. i cant even find out my cute firemans name but 400 lb becky is married. ewwwww. oh well. say la vee and all that jazz. well i have a hunch olivia (the baby i take care of) will be waking from her slumbers soon so i shall away to practice my guitar. i hope you are all toadie. if any of you love me at all youll start yourselves on fire in downers grove so i can help you and even call 911? let me know if youre game! :o) "when youre in the company of strangers, or just the strangers you call friends, you know before it starts just how its going to end." ~~stine +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From littleblackfox at xxx.com Sat Feb 2 00:42:42 2002 From: littleblackfox at xxx.com (Jules Markham) Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 00:42:42 +0000 Subject: Sinister: new fable Message-ID: greetings and salutations! So what have persil, batchelors supernoodles and Offbeat got in common? They've all been advertised by John 'God' Peel I was supposed to be going to offbeat tonight, with it's free stickers and penchant for 1/2 man 1/2 biscuit songs and gills perpetual pulp embargo. But I was in a bit of a spirit ditch, and even though I'd managed to find chris a fox badge to give him, I stayed home and baked a chocolate cake for mikeys birthday. It looks pretty impressive. I covered in with melted chocolate and made a heart out of smarties in the middle. I wanted to get more for him for his birthday, but it kinda snuck up on me, and so I'm just taking him out to our 2nd fave pub in sheffield to spend all day drinking. We heard that B&S are touring again, and after much discussion, we've decided not to go. For one thing, money is pretty tight, and for another thing, we both end up crying through most of the songs. we remember listening to them late at night, alone in the darkness and finding meaning in every word, every sigh. I miss the stories on the sleeves, I used to buy 12" versions just for reading them. well, I'll pootle off now, and just add that anyone who misses the black fox can find her at www.theblackfox.co.uk, where there's a new story and illustration. sleep well Jules _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Sat Feb 2 01:56:13 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 01:56:13 Subject: Sinister: Get Your Muthaf**kin' 9lb Cock On (hic) Message-ID: Howdy Sinister. ASM: It's technically Saturday morning. I'm very sad to be posting email of any description at this juncture, but this is a special occasion. To my right is Feather Boa, opposite her is Mr Stuart Hallifax, but the big occasion for this is that Ms Archel Playforth, legendary in this parish, is sitting opposite me... Here comes a group post... We've had a very entertaining night. We've discovered that Asm's middle names are (arguably) very embarrassing. Although they're not really. They're actually fucking cool. ;-) Archel has graced us with her presence: ARCHEL: i have spent most of the night suffering from chronic hiccups which suggests that i am far more drunk than i actually am. (The fact that it took her 5 minutes to type this sentence suggests that she's in fact more drunk than she actually is - Asm)... ARCHEL: ok so i am drunk but i get hiccups anyway - it's genetic. it has been very weird to be back here in york (my alma mater). but i can still buy cheap guinness which is something. i am correcting my typos as i go which proves what a good editor i am - see http://www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for more evidence... ASM: Hmm, it's my post (technically) but I seem to have had the mantle stolen from me rather viciously by the Queen Of Smut herself. However, everybody seems to know that she's on campus, and obviously want a piece of her: people are at the windows of the 'pooter room, screaming "I want your cock" - her response to that (and I quote) "well, y'know, it could be a fake one". Queen Of Smut? Oh yes. FEATHER BOA: hulllo, i walked in a puddle and mr walton gave me a fireman's lift. then he made some joke about how he hardly ever got to pick up girls nowadays. *bless*. sorry for being drunk last time i posted, and indeed this time. i promise next time i'll be sober and i'll say all the stuff i want to say about spring being sprung and sinister being in love. Mr Stuart Hallifax noted that he didn't have anything more humourous to add than the fact that Feather Boa walked in a puddle, and that Archel has a strap-on. And so it seems that this is to where the post is degenerating: Smut. It seems that it's all you can expect when even in the presence of Archel, and any collective of sinister people in one space. We will abandon ship, only to view this post in the cold light of day, when cliche is cliche, and we understand the true horror of what we have actually done. Yours, with love, honourary Red Bulls, ducks and all rest of that twee crappola that goes along with this bizarre community (pip pip), Asm, Archel, FB and Stuart Hallifax (P.S. Archel still hiccups after the sign-off) P.P.S. I hope you all appreciate the P.S. in brackets - nearly as pretentious as Radiohead's track, entitled "(Nice Dream)"... ;-( P.P.P.S. ARCHEL: Hic. ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From foranotherdream at xxx.com Sat Feb 2 05:30:54 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2002 21:30:54 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: rolling green hills and cigarettes Message-ID: <20020202053054.9839.qmail@web12402.mail.yahoo.com> greetings and salutations... i am bored and it's friday night. so i thought i would post. plus i have some stuff to vent out and no friends near by in the human form. you peoples all get subjected instead. here's my version of storytelling, only it's all nonfiction. and it's a little less awkward and a bit more sad. my grandmother died a year ago last halloween. it was sudden and it was a shock. i had just moved out on my own three days previous. that halloween my roommate took me to downtown san diego so that we could gawk at all the freaks. it was my first celebration of newfound freedom. mikey and i got home and there were five messages from my mom. "sara, are you sitting down?" "no. what are you talking about?" "your grandma kojaku died today." i don't really remember much after that. there was the viewing, the funeral, the reception. since i was the oldest of all the grandchildren, i had to be the strong one, the one to greet most of the other funeral goers on behalf of the grandchildren. blah blah blah. about a few months later, it was diagnosed that my grandfather had dementia. well, alzheimer's to be exact. i was in san diego and he was in l.a. i had two jobs and an old volvo who didn't like the freeway. i couldn't really visit him and i got shit from my parent's all the time. then after a year in san diego, i decided to move to l.a. and take care of grandpa. he was getting worser by the day, and my uncle didn't want to deal with it anymore. i moved in with my other grandparents and would go over there twice a day. everything was going okay. he seemed to be doing okay. not really getting better, as there is no cure, but he was getting into a routine and liked having me around for company. if you know anything about the disease, i don't really have to say what kind of craziness went on. it was just elevated to a whole other level when my dad and his two brothers started in on what i assume has been years and years of pented up grudges. my uncle that didn't want to deal anymore, was even talking trash about me behind my back. it got bad. i don't even know what the fuck was going on. then grandpa went into the hospital. he was anemic and we didn't know and some dialysis stuff too. he stopped eating and one night i even had to call 911. that was the scariest. after that we hired a real caregiver. i couldn't handle it anymore, emotionally or physically. i couldn't handle the family drama either. sigh. anyway, i haven't seen my grandfather since new year's day. after seeing him on new year's i realized that i wasn't as strong as i thought. i even made my mom take me back to my other grandparent's house because i couldn't stand to be in the house. should i feel bad? guilty? or should i feel bad and guilty about not feeling as bad and guilty as i should...? i have already accepted my grandmother's death. i have accepted that my grandfather is dying. i have accepted that i am not the strong, emotionally stable person i often wish i was. but when i was sitting at the green hills cemetary this afternoon, i don't know. it made me forget everything that i had told myself that i knew. i used to be one of those skeptics that thought it was weird when people went and talked to dead relatives and stuff. i talked to my grandma today. and in her own heavenly way, she reassured me that everything would be okay. grandpa would be fine. my uncles would be alright. my dad would get better. and that i was fine. even though it was a good experience, i couldn't help leaving the plot feeling a bit...down... i just needed to get that all out. my apologies for the length and whatnot...but thank you for listening. tears and hankies, sara __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Great stuff seeking new owners in Yahoo! Auctions! http://auctions.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From fezzywig at xxx.com Sat Feb 2 07:34:44 2002 From: fezzywig at xxx.com (Tim Banning) Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 07:34:44 Subject: Sinister: waiting for the man Message-ID: Holy god. Whom ever went to the belfast gig is a lucky fellow. I just have one question...who is singing "waiting for the man" It's just amazing. The band was sooo tight and sounded great. Does anyone know where I can make an actual download of the gig. or can you dowload somehow off of realplayer. I was also thinking of how the band has been playing a bunch (sorta) of gigs lately. Stuarts (not to mention stevie's) singing voice is getting much stronger as result. I'm wondering if this is going to have an effect on the way the record sounds. Not that it's a bad thing if it does happen because I really like the way IWUTU sounds. just a thought. anyway take care all. tim _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tompettinger at xxx.uk Sat Feb 2 13:09:37 2002 From: tompettinger at xxx.uk (Tom Pettinger) Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2002 13:09:37 -0000 Subject: Sinister: cake and balloons! Offbeat! Message-ID: <005c01c1abea$dff8b540$0e2d3c3e@pbncomputer> Hello assorted people, ....confusion about my time of waking, this can only mean one thing...Offbeat last night. And what an Offbeat it was! We had a lovely cake and balloons and party poppers (the little bottle shaped things that spew mini-streamers, before you ask) and I had a request done (Le Pastie.) Actually I had two (Panic) but I think he was going to play them anyway because Chris is such a darn good DJ. Gill is too. We also got little sticker albums for our collectable Offbeat "A-Z of Indie" stickers, I shall be collecting all of them and selling them in 20 years for an immense sum of money. Jules, you should have come! Is anyone going to Leeds on the 9th? If you are, I hope to see you there but whereas most people when they say, "I hope to see you there" mean "I'm going too" this one's a genuine 50/50, it all depends on those small pieces of green and brown paper and how they arrange themselves. Had a lot of things wanted to comment on but I can't remember them now, which is probably for the best. Oh, yeah... B&S gigs, I like Rebecca miss them closely, but I'm not as annoyed as I expected to be honest. Wait, I had a delgados request granted as well... Another thing...although I don't mind the fifty pence increase to three pounds for offbeat entrance, you *no longer get the full can of red bull* when ordering Ken's favourite liquid. And if you are the guy who put his full pint of John Smiths on our table only to have money accidently dropped in it, have it decanted into two half pint glasses and then ladled and teemed back into the original glass, I'm sorry, very sorry! But you/he was very friendly and it just goes to show, 'cos in any other club in Sheffield you would have been slaughtered for that. Da da da, just biding my time, waiting for the memories of things I wanted to say flood back into my head. It's quite weird how long posts I write take no time at all and I still have to limit myself as to content, but short posts have me scratching my head for hours. Nope. Have fun Tom XX P.S. I saw most sinister/offbeat regulars last night, nice to see you. Amy, you weren't there, probably had exciting other things to do, hope you enjoyed your holiday. (the Christmas one) P.P.S. Actually, I had *another* request sort of granted, I requested The Primitives "Crash" and another Prims. one, he played one/two genuine Prims then a good cover of Crash. Nice one! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From borokitty at xxx.com Sat Feb 2 14:00:16 2002 From: borokitty at xxx.com (Amy Skelton) Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 14:00:16 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Cake or Death (or exams)! Message-ID: Hello everyone (take#2 - the save draft on Hotmail managed to mess up again)! Tom has managed to coax me out of lurkerdom for a little while. I did not go to Offbeat last night, unfortunately it wasn't because I was having a lovely weekend in the Cairngorms or anything instead I had an Engineering Management exam this morning - Saturday exams should be banned! I could be seen having a quick revision break disturbing people in the queue for Offbeat and making a gibbering fool of myself in front of - oh well never mind that.... I just keep having to thinks happy thoughts of all the things I've got to look forward to when I finish. My last exam is on Thursday and then I'm going to Abersoch for a surf kayaking weekend - yeah!! I love going there but I remember the first time I went and discovered that the bay we were going in had a name that roughly translates to English as 'Hell's Mouth' and being a wee bit concerned... I would love to make this a longer mail but I need to start revising for the next exam - it's just never ending! Take care... ...Amy P.S. To anyone else who has still got exams/coursework to contend with - chin up peeps... _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From the_cats_pajamas at xxx.com Sun Feb 3 04:54:02 2002 From: the_cats_pajamas at xxx.com (The Cat's Pajamas) Date: Sun, 03 Feb 2002 04:54:02 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Midwest picnics, dreaming of Honey Message-ID: Hi all, It's been a while since I posted, and the last time I did post, I didn't say anything particularly important. Keeping better track of my Sinister e-mails is my February 2nd resolution, since I really hate the idea of only being able to make long lasting changes in your life once a year... First off, MIDWEST/CHICAGO meeting! Our beloved Amy Applejacks has proposed a Sinister midwest gathering, and I'm all for it. I'm willing and eager to do a Sinister round up in the Chicagoland region and drive all the little doggies down the trail to wherever Ms. Applejacks wishes. Everyone should attend, really...I don't know a date, a place, or anything else, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't clear your calendar for the next 8 months, just in case:) I met Honey last night in my dream! I was in #sinister, and somebody was going to prison in the UK, and they asked for my help to escape. So I went over there to help break them out. I dressed in a suit because I realized that would prevent the guards from being suspicious about me...I went into the prison and I needed Honey's help to unlock the computer system doors. I found a great big office part of the prison, although it didn't look like a prison at all. It had wood paneling floor to ceiling, large picture windows, chandeliers and a very official feel to it. I found Honey and was just starting to say "I can't believe I'm meeting you!" and then woke up...How tragic :( So there, now I can say I've posted in the past 3 months...nothing terribly exciting, but if anyone's interested in Midwest gatherings, let me know ;) I've gotta bounce for now, bye all! Jason _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shrimpmagnet at xxx.com Sat Feb 2 15:13:11 2002 From: shrimpmagnet at xxx.com (Kate Keenan) Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2002 10:13:11 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Nice Day For a Sulk Message-ID: Hi Sinister, I just got all inspired by James Gilmer's terrific post and I want to add my two philosophical cents worth on happiness/sadness and zen things: I think James is so right when he says that "we aren't our pain. We aren't our sadness or our shyness or even our happiness." And also, "But you don't realize you can take the glasses off. That you're not your loneliness and you're not your sadness or any of that." But I've struggled a lot with the fact that I may know that my mood is self-imposed but I still can't seem to fucking get rid of it at times. I thought it was a lack of willpower on my part. Or lack of true desire to get rid of it. So that added guilt to powerlessness to the original mood and just made matters worse. I read a book about a type of Zen practice called Shambhala. Now, I'm loathe to try to be an expert on it to 1500 strangers but from what I gather, it's a secular type of Buddism. Anyway, I don't know much about zen at all but from what I learned about Shambhala it's not about detatchment so much (or "sitting on a mountain and staring at your belly button" which I never really understood about zen practice, myself.) but about totally being here in the world, not above or outside of the world at all. The part about it that I agree with the most is its suggestion that moods are moods. You will get them. They are like the weather. When you meditate you will think about your grocery list or have a bitchy thought. Even if you understand that you needn't be unhappy, you will get depressed and caught up in silly things from time to time. Once you think you are beyond impure thoughts and feelings, you're in big trouble. That's delusion. You can't beat yourself up over your moods. That's just more nasty energy. You have to have a light touch and a sense of humour about the whole thing. You've got to love yourself (sorry for the corniness) and love that you're such a loser. Be there in your failure to be a perfect person. Stick with yourself. Don't try to disown yourself like a friend you're ashamed of being seen with by the cool kids. Don't repress your moods but don't let them carry you away either. Ride them out like a tree in a storm. (think Tree Lullaby, if you were hoping for some content in this post) They can touch you and shake you - in fact it's BEST if they touch you. You're living in this world after all. You might as well experience it fully. Take everything as an opportunity to feel things more deeply. Be curious. This is not to say mope and wallow. Don't hang onto a mood or use it to thwack in other people's faces. Don't hide out in a mood or let it define you. But admit that you're feeling it. Don't be ashamed to feel it. As soon as you get the strength to open up within a mood, the strength to break free of it will naturally follow. Anyway, that's what Shambhala suggests and I've never read a philosophy that suited me more. One more thing: When my dad died, a friend of mine gave me a piece of paper with a story on it he'd written about a King whose son goes away to fight and never ever returns. The King is distraught and nothing will console him. The people try everything they can think of but nothing will lift the King's sorrow. One day an old man turns up and gives him a ring engraved with four words. He tells the King that these four words have the power to make sad people happy and happy people sad. That was the end of the story. Then my friend gave me a box. Inside was a ring engraved with the words "This too shall pass". The ring catched my attention in little silver flashes in my saddest and happiest moments. It's a good reminder and a good wake up call. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From breamsi at xxx.com Sun Feb 3 01:05:04 2002 From: breamsi at xxx.com (breams plural) Date: Sun, 03 Feb 2002 01:05:04 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Fabruary, Here I Come! Message-ID: Hello to all... I've been out of the loop for a while. I've come to London and found a job and tried to get my life sorted out and I now realise that "the world has turned and left me here" so to speak. Though the only way I can honestly tell that is the length of daylight increasing ever so slightly by comparison to what I remember from last time I noticed it. ***Pointless-ramble-about-something-that-must've-meant-something-to-me-sometime-but-now-appears-to-just-be-taking-up-valuable-space-in-my-already-clogged-and-badly-managed-mind: Part 1 (or, "stuff about flats and jobs") My sister is moving to back to Perth with her fiance� in 15 days. This makes me feel sad and lonely, though I know that I'm just being self-centred. As a result, I've gone out and found a room in a houseshare in London (Hackney Downs), and attached myself to a temping agency (though the work I'm actually doing is with the London Borough of Camden in their finance department, which deals mainly with parking tickets and associated enquiries) so that I can stay and do "stuff" rather than having to deport myself. It does help having employment too though, so if I combine my working and moving, I come out somewhat resembling the only living boy in Blackheath. I haven't moved in yet, but the flat's nice. It's got wooden floorboards throughout. What more must one say? So, good stuff is happening there. I went out last night for work drinks for only the second time in my entire (yet meagre) era of worldwide employment. We went to a pub in Camden, near work, and all had a few. Blood flowed and drink was spilt, but not the reverse. Plus I was referred to as an "old boy" for rolling my own cigarettes. Although, amongst a pack of Marlboro Lights smokers I did come across as a little eccentric. I also had to work today, but had the wonderful benefit of my CD walkman to keep me company. So, I've started on the impossible task of attempting to convince the aged ears of my colleagues to appreciate the youthful strains of Belle & Sebastian, Kings Of Convenience, Camera Obscura and others. Thus far I've convinced a nice Finnish girl that Kings Of Convenience is "definitely worth buying" and a West Ham supporting "geezer" that Belle & Sebastian are "great! you should look into them!". I'm not sure any of this constitutes a victory over the evils of middle aged radio listeners, but it certainly makes for something else to talk about other than parking tickets. I'm currently attempting to convince myself that I should start writing more songs and consider recording them somewhere, though I'll be the first one to point out that I can only fabricate so much as far as justification and belief go. I'm sticking at it, just because one or two of you would kick my arse for saying I was doing otherwise, but I doubt whether I'm actually going to achieve much from it. It's just a grand scheme. So it looks as though my year is going to consist of little variety. just the usual suspects: 1) Complaining that it "doesn't rain properly in London!" 2) Attempting to convince myself that the idea I have at that time is a wonderful and somewhat original one that deserves all my available time and energy, and will NOT go the way of my last wonderful and somewhat original idea that deserved all my...(etc) 3) Intending to "sort myself out a bit" but doing nothing about it 4) Neglecting a friend or two because of repeatedly "Attempting to convince myself...etc...etc..." 5) Being a matron of honour at my sisters wedding Basically, that's my plan for this year. And it all starts here and now. It's already February and I've got to show for it is a list of times and places that I got drunk with Ken that he won't let me forget, even though I can't even remember. Funnily enough, that leave me with another 4.5 months to fill, that remain completely empty. Oh yeah...I know I saw a film or two in that time too. So, basically...I've got no point here whatsoever and I'm not being the least bit entertaining, and I should really have just sent the subject line and left the rest blank as it would've had more entertainment value. ***Content*** I'm going to the London and Edinburgh gigs. Nothing of REAL content in that, I know...but it makes me feel like less of a waste of good server space if I put that in there. ***End Of Content*** Well, sorry I can't make Brighton next weekend, but I'll be moving into my new place and trying to get the hang of living on my own properly. But I WILL endeavour to attend the Track & Field night on Friday. So if you're around then, I will be too. g'night and g'day to all *waves* Jeremy _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dirtyvicar at xxx.net Sun Feb 3 13:30:02 2002 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Sun, 03 Feb 2002 13:30:02 +0000 Subject: Sinister: so who did sing "waiting for the man" in Belfast? In-Reply-To: Message-ID: now I will send a mail which is mainly a reply to a mail sent by another listee. on 2/2/02 07:34, Tim Banning at fezzywig at hotmail.com wrote: > Whom ever went to the belfast gig is a lucky fellow. I just have one > question...who is singing "waiting for the man" It's just amazing. The > band was sooo tight and sounded great. the guy singing 'Waiting For The Man' was some bloke from the audience. His name was Barry. did they leave the crowd chants of "Bar-ry! Bar-ry ! Bar-ry!" on the broadcast version of the gig? We were all very impressed by his stage presence and ability to sing with a band and stuff. Afterwards I asked him was he in a band or anything, and he said he was in a Dublin based band called Da Capo. I bought a single by them a few days later and they seemed to be pretty good. mmmm, must dig it up and listen to it again. And maybe keep an eye out for if they're playing gigs and go see them or something. amusingly, in proof that there really are only one hundred people living in Ireland (north and south) when I was talking to Mr Da Capo he commented that he'd seen me around before. > Does anyone know where I can make an > actual download of the gig. or can you dowload somehow off of realplayer. didn't someone say it's on the interweb somewhere for a limited period? I think someone mentioned Missy Elliot a while back and how she's great, didn't they? On a whim yesterday I bought her "so addictive" album, and I must say it's proved a bit of a hit down the Vicarage. Great music for writing sermons to. It would be great if B&S collaborated with Missy Elliot. She could sing about how hot she is and Stevie and Stuart could sing about how frightened of her they are, and then Isobel & Sarah could pop up and sing a 'hey, remember us boys?' line. I'm also enjoying the "In the beginning there was rhythm" various artists compilation from Soul Jazz Recordings. It's a compi of avant funk post punk stuff from the early '80s, you know, stuff like A Certain Ratio, Cabaret Voltaire, the Gang of Four, 23 Skidoo, and other household names. any Dublin listees going to Gorky's Zygotic Mynci next friday then? also, has anyone onlist ever gone on holidays to the Lebanon? visiting the land of the cedars is my current imaginary holiday of choice. right, better go back to my zine writing then. bless, DV +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From figure2 at xxx.net Sun Feb 3 16:54:09 2002 From: figure2 at xxx.net (figure2 at xxx.net) Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2002 17:54:09 +0100 Subject: Sinister: 2 cups black treacle; 12oz (300g) bulgur wheat; an airport Message-ID: <20020203165410.DWEK22946.fep04-svc.ttyl.com@localhost> In the volume house building business, each site is a development of lots of houses arranged with a casual artiness along curvilinear roadways and cul-de-sacs, the latter being from the French: say, a vessel closed at one end; a wee suburban balloon. In order to satisfy the local authorities that our proposals are thoroughly in line with expected mediocrity: in order for us to mutter a queazy agreement about it all, we produce 'street scenes'. I have computer design files of various elevations of houses designed a long time ago in London but given local names, say, 'Ravelston', 'Dunedin', 'Crail', Leven', 'Kinghorn' etc. With the aid of text files listing plot numbers and an overall plan and coloured pencils and scribbles I can calculate that, say, plot 147 is a 'Ravelston' with grey tiles and red bricks and plot 148 is a 'Kinghorn' with different tiles and different bricks and perhaps quoins (corner stones) in a contrasting texture or colour. How pretty. Anyway, the exercise of producing the 'street scenes' I desire to make hot-house fast, to stave off the boredom, so I'm rattling around the copy and paste and scale and orthogonal snap functions whispering the cache memory of my own brain which reads 'Dun Rav Lev (A) Rav Lev (B... different tiles and bricks to (A)) Dun Kin Duncan Drookit Docket...' celebrating the plot 363 edge of phases three and two by adding a flagpole and decorative extras to the built-in garage of a 'Ravelston' which I draw on a layer that I will later freeze, so as nobody else will see it. Angels, flying donkeys and 3m thick insulation can be added, as appropriate, after a similar fashion. So that's the day. At the train station, the train is always late but, if it arrives and it's not a juddering cattle truck, one is grateful. There are lots of people on the platform waiting to rush into its confines, and the canny ones stand staring at the shit and toilet paper on the tracks because shit = toilets= end of carriage= doors into carriage= possibility of a seat, even a seat by the window. Even if, by this time, it is long since dark. One can stare at one's reflection in silhouette, which has the charming effect of removing one's complexional problematics and thus constitutes a boost to the ego along with the having been canny and got a seat in the first place. Time to read the 'jobs vacant' section of two or three newspapers or, if one is lucky, someone has left a tabloid full of gossip and horoscopes. I'm trying to think of a short-cut to the internal attitude of your average aristocrat. In the name of democracy, of course. I was watching Raoul Ruiz's 'Time Regained', based on the final volume of the Proust trilogy and hailed as 'A cine-literary miracle' by the Evening Standard. I was chatting about this in sini to some Proust experts (I digress here) who, quite plausibly suggested that cinema and Proust couldn't profit from a connection. My contention is that this particular film is highly unusual as it leaves a great deal in the gaps and overloads the content with multiple layers. For example, the narrator frequently appears in both younger and older guises simultaneously in the shot, whilst maintaining seperate spaces, and the shift from reportage to surrealism is more deft than leaping. Returning to my psychological parlour games, it was a scene in the above film that got me thinking. Aristocrats are rather sure of themselves, mainly because they are infused with a palpable sense of lineage. Ignoring, for a moment, that this lineage is also conceived as being superior to that of the 'common herd' one can take the basic fact that here are people who sit, on a daily basis and at leisure, surrounded by rather large pictures of their grannies, dads, uncles, deceased dogs and horses owned by great-grandfathers and so on, in a big room. In this very straightforward circumstance they have both the challenge to live up to the expectations of their phantom imaginations and therein also form the character of difference to those who do not share the noses, gazes and landscape settings of these guys set up in oil paint. John Berger who, I think, is married to Isabel Allende who, I think further, is the daughter of an ex-president of Argentina, wrote in his 'Ways of Seeing' that most conventional portraiture was a means of describing property... a sort of pictogrammic inventory, if you like. Witness all these stray guns, plates, skulls, fields, mirrors in a pre-20th century portrait. Just a thought. The sinister crowd are a mobile bunch, huh? Seemingly some folks are moving to Scotland, there seems to be a Greek exchange thing going on and New York gets lots of visitors. Which kind of leaves San Fran, Brazil, Norway, Poland and Singapore out a bit, to name some almost random places. I was once a player in organising international meet-ups of architecture students... I'm getting wanderlust. Maybe it's all the talk of settling: my mortgage and garden speculations, that did it. What about 500 of us, from all over the world, camping in a circus big top for a week? We could do some useful community project, say, and invite belle and seb to take part in the evening revelries. Mmm... just another thought. But one that I've seen happen before, so it's possible. The big top was in Belgium. I'll send you pictures if you want. Gordon _______________________________________________________________________ Never pay another Internet phone bill! 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From antipopconsortium at xxx.com Sun Feb 3 22:55:03 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Sun, 03 Feb 2002 22:55:03 +0000 Subject: Sinister: The Ringing Hand Message-ID: 1) He is an American but has lost the accent after travelling and living in England for a few years. 2) He wants to present, and has passed numerous screen tests, both for Carlton (the ITV people) and MTV - only three more screen tests and he's 'on'. Presenting is what he really wants to do. What did he find most difficult during the screen tests? a) The way that you have to act as though you've known someone all your life when the cameras are rolling, when in fact you've only just met them. b) The earpiece. At first it was difficult to talk and be talked to at the same time, hard to differentiate between receiving an instruction and carrying out an instruction simultaneously. c) The way some people just freeze up when they have cameras on them was annoying - that doesn't happen to him. 3) He could never 'do Blue Peter' because it's all scripted - he could handle jumping out of planes and all the other traditional Blue Peter fare, but spontanaiety of speech is what he craves. 4) Thinking long term he'd really like to do a show where he gets to 'just paint and talk' in front of the cameras (at this point I interjected, he wasn't talking to me, with "Like Bob Ross?" his reply was "Who?"). Thats what he wants to do. 5) His girlfriend is a model back in the states. She is soon to be seen on 'trashy' American soap 'Days of our Lives' (I'm not familiar with this, but I have seen 'The Bold and the Beautiful' which, I'm told, is similar). 6) He wants to 'travel' - "You learn so much more during a year travelling than you ever would during a year at school." He has been all over the place already. 7) He doesn't want to be tied down to one thing - "That would be boring." Life, for him it seems, is all about variety. "So why are you training to be an art teacher?" the boy he was talking to asked, "It's just something else - so i *can* teach at the end of it." he answered, with a faraway look. 8) He could spend his whole life just painting, he could paint solidly for a day - a week, "... just have loads of canvases on the go at once..." "Thats how Kerouac wrote 'On The Road' isn't it?" I again interjected, "I don't know." He answered, bemused. 9) He has sold his work before, and reckons that the best way to get your work exhibited at a gallery is just to go to the owner, or person in charge and show them something you've done and ask if they're interested - "He might see three people in a week, and take on two, or maybe three.." 10) He thinks i need more 'texture' in my work because "When you first look at it, it suggests texture, but then when you actually touch it, it's smooth." The first time he said that I said that I liked that idea, the discord. But now I haven't the heart to disagree, so I just nod, knowing full well the deadline was weeks ago. 11) He didn't like this years Turner Prize winner because the artist couldn't justify what he had done when he was interviewed, couldn't intellectualise about his art. Graham Greene said that no human being can ever truly know another human being. Remember Pyle, the quiet American, so much lay below the surface there didn't it? _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chinacat81 at xxx.com Mon Feb 4 00:14:18 2002 From: chinacat81 at xxx.com (Kirsten Kenyon) Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2002 18:14:18 -0600 Subject: Sinister: it's a barnum and bailey world Message-ID: to stay inside today would have been to sin. i've been told that "to sin" is "to miss the mark," and while i'm unsure as to the consequences that may befall the archer whose arrow is embedded in the brush, i decided not to take any chances. i rolled out of bed relatively early and was sitting on my footboard, enjoying the sunday morning public radio and cheerfully applying a layer of red lipstick, when the door creaked. "ohmygod, kirsten. you're completely stuck in the forties." i peered at my sister over the rims of my glasses. she was leaning against the doorframe, cradling our sweet little sophie in one hand (yes, she can be held in one hand) and adjusting her perfect blonde hair with the other. i didn't see how i could be "stuck" anywhere except where i was, and i told her so. she shook her head. "you were born in the eighties. you made it into the nineties, like everyone else. then you slid back into the sixties, and now...well, look at what you're wearing. what's next, a powdered wig?" i stuck out my tongue and threw a pillow. there really wasn't anything else to do. my sister laughed and disappeared, and soon my radio was drowned by the rentals. i sighed. oh well. i was supposed to go out today, anyway. i grabbed my hat and my handbag and a stack of books and took my seat behind the wheel. the sun glared at me, reflecting off the shiny steel cylinders of the brewery as i sped over the bridge. i donned my large, black sunglasses, a recent purchase from an overpriced vintage shop, and smiled. i must have looked like i was en route to some sort of james bond-themed superbowl party. i've been looking for a book. "egalia's daughters," written by a gerd brantenberg, first published in 1941. it's required reading for an anthropology course i'm taking, and the campus bookstore has been of no help whatsoever. i've called every bookshop in the greater milwaukee area, save a handful of dusty corner shops with names like "jezebel's oracle." i called all of the waukesha county libraries, too, and found nothing. so today, as a last resort, i parked outside milwaukee's central library and resolved to spend the afternoon reading in a quiet corner. if the book was there, i wouldn't be able to check it out because i'm no longer a resident of milwaukee county. central library is something of a marvel...a great, white, domed structure nestled amongst towering cathedrals and run-down hotels. i pushed on the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. the walls, the floor, the stairs, the ceiling, all constructed of a rich, caramel- swirled marble...i felt like i was standing in a bucket of ice cream. i mean, i wasn't cold, and my feet weren't sticking to the floor, but...bah. you know. so...egalia's daughters. it was there, of course. the card inside the front cover indicated that nobody has checked it out since it was shelved in 1984. i hugged the lonely book to my chest and found a vacant table near a window, and summoned all of my motivation to read the entire novel in the hour and thirteen minutes before the library closed. i had covered roughly seventy-two pages when i was disturbed by a loudly-whispered conversation several feet away. "fuckin hell! i haven't touched a rock in a week, and i've been off the smack for two days now!" "lies, man. if you'd been off the smack for two days, you wouldn't be sitting there grinning like a fuckin asshole." despite my best efforts, i glanced up from the explicit sex scene i'd been contentedly absorbing. two skinny men in dirty jackets were seated at the next table. one was hunched over on his elbows, spitting profanities at the other, who was balancing his chair on the rear two legs and staring at the wall. i must have been looking for longer than i'd intended, because i suddenly found that the one who'd been gazing at the wall was now looking me straight in the eyes. his mouth twisted into an ugly smirk, and he mouthed something at me and licked his thin lips. the other was still mouthing off. i scowled, then shuddered and gathered up my belongings, returned the book to the shelf, and marched towards the door, my heels clattering over the cold marble. only seventy-two pages. it looks like i'll be placing an order at amazon. it's six thirty on a sunday night, and i have an essay due tomorrow. before i go to bed, i must read the second half of "motiba's tattoos" and two chapters of my history textbook, then regurgitate the information into three to five pages, stapled together with my name in the upper right-hand corner. i haven't posted in awhile. this was boring. apologies. love kirsten Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Mon Feb 4 02:58:51 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Sun, 03 Feb 2002 20:58:51 -0600 Subject: Sinister: you never did like the way the world stretched out Message-ID: hello sinister. this past week, i got snowed in and discovered why my college radio station is such, and why it isn't so bad after all. i wanted to know if classes were cancelled, and turning on old krnu, i happened upon the middle of 'i love my car.' i don't think i was ever more proud of my university. the song was apparently preceeded by radiohead and followed by superchunk, and has earned itself the heady position of alarm clock radio setting. so this morning i woke up to now it's overhead, and fell out of bed, again with happiness. i have spent part of the afternoon looking at various internet homes of various bands i like (hmmm...i feel geeky about that) and spent [art of that time perusing through various band diary entries. tour diaries, to be specific, because of late i have become increasingly obsessed with what, exactly, a band does on tour. i think i am both grateful for my stationary life and jealous of a mobile one. maybe i just miss him. the fortune in my fortune cookie tonight said my love of life would carry me through any circumstance, and for once, i think it might be true. i have wondered what it would be like to keep a real, i suppose, non-tour diary many times in my life, and have often tried to do the deed but to no avail. i remember in elementary school i had a pick diary with ballet shoes on the cover. and i filled the pastel pages with my dreams, mostly of boys (hmmm..still doing that) and whatnot. in fifth grade, i taped the valentine i got from my first boyfriend to the inside of the back cover, so i wouldn't lose it. and i kept the book underneath my mattress, as i knew girls were supposed to hide diaries in such appropriate places. but i never finished a diary, and i think maybe it is because i grow bored with the process of writing down what i do every day. odd, because i can read other people's daily activities and thoughts on those activites and compare and contrast them with my own life, thus living vicariously to some extent. and in a way, sinister is a bit like a diary for me, each post an entry to a hidden book. but then it gets discovered by mummy, and everybody reads it. maybe i have an anne frank complex. does that exist? you go through the motions of every day, and hope they're interesting to someone. because they probably are only minimally interesting to yourself. sunday, february 3, 2002. got home this morning at 3 a.m. after a newspaper party. had an illegal bottle of vodka in my possession, and discovered that i had actually drunk all of the missing amount and that the remaining amount was in a bottle too large to fit in any of my kitchen cabinets. not thinking my roomie would be too happy to discover illegal booze in our abode, i stashed the bottle on the top shelf of my closet and decided i would break it out again on one or both of the following occasions: mandee and kirsten hit nebraska and the homecoming of the boy. brushed my teeth and went to bed. woke up at 9:45 a.m. to now it's overhead. turned off the radio and got up at 1 p.m. showered and completed the arduous, hour-long process of Getting Ready. went to the bank. paid credit card bill one day late. got dropped off at the newspaper as my own car was in an accident yesterday and is now not so drivable. have been here ever since, reading tour diaries and saying goodbye to my now it's overhead addiction and hello to my superchunk addiction. not so cool. or interesting. it's the added bits of diaries that are interesting (or maybe just the almost sleazy bits). it's the stuff in between, i think, that makes the writing down of events worth the while. the saying that today wasn't boring because in between the mundane stuff i realized again that i am not alone anymore. and that i never really was. i am connected to more people than i can count on both hands, and one in particular resides everywhere even when he isn't here. everything this week has reminded me of something else, someone else, and i like it that way. i like it that when i wake up to a certain song i think of a day or an event or a smell or a sound, and the moments of each day become weighted with meaning. the bottle of vodka will always be a party or a person or two and the first bottle of booze ever to reside in my apartment. the boy will always be the superchunk will always be the radio will always be the snow day will always be the unexpected b&s will always be sinister. i like that. maybe i don't need to roam around after all. love and tour vans, your lindseylou _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Mon Feb 4 16:51:03 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 04 Feb 2002 16:51:03 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Shit could have been still savourier Message-ID: Hello, De-lurk time, actaully, does not posting for a week count as lurking? Well well, I see that my temporary halt in posting had resulted in the average seriousness of a sinister post being rocketed ten-folds - with posts about life! and love! and decisions! and things! and goodness me, B&S contents that aren't made up! It's time to get to work, I think. However, I took great solace in Gordon's last post, because he talked about shit on rail tracks - that's more like it. Another thing that was nice to read was that Mr Jeremy Tweedle has now a new home! And speaking of Mr Tweedle himself... Whereever I go, I always seem to hear debates about whether "David Bowie" is pronunced "David Bowl-wee" or "David B-ow-wee", and I have figured it out the other day that it is indeed the latter. For no-one without a last name such as "Bowel-wee" would be able to come up with the scatological contents that seem to fill up the abdomen of the song "Space Oddity"... "and I'm floating in the most peculiar way, and the 'star' looks very different today. For heeeere am I floating round my tin can, far above the 'moon' planet earth is blue and there's nothing i can do" ... this poetic monologue from the eyes of a floater are quite disturbingly some of the most beautiful words ever written. It is almost as good as that song by the Cranberries about breaking aromatic wind called "linger". Mark C mentioned farting in his last post, and also stated that I was being simultaneously modest and arrogant, in parallel. Does that make me an oxymoron? Or just oxy? hmm, yes. And speaking of morons, has anyone else already worked out Belle and Sebastian's plans for their UK gig in Edinburgh? It doesn't take a fool to work out that at the Edinburgh gig they are going to play the following songs. - It could have been a brilliant career - Mayfly - Photo Jenny - Family Tree - We rule the school - A century of fakers* - Don't leave the light on baby* - The state I'm in* - String Bean Jean* - I could be dreaming+ WHAT DRUGS ARE YOU ON KEN? Some of you may ask, but when Stuart sings the lyrics to these songs come April 1st at the gig, you too would start giggling like a fool. -> talked about poo -> made up fake b&s contents -> avoided any kind of useful information/rational thoughts My work here is done. Fools and Red Bulls Ken * stupid + moron _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From LilGrape25 at xxx.com Mon Feb 4 18:36:50 2002 From: LilGrape25 at xxx.com (LilGrape25 at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 04 Feb 2002 13:36:50 EST Subject: Sinister: The time has come Message-ID: And again I rise from lurking pits, has anyone missed me? most probably not. I spend a lot of time at school lurking as well, wandering around with not enough time to do anything really, so I just wander to make myself look busy. From the computer lab to the bathroom to the cafeteria to the deans office, sometimes just wandering around in circles, humming music to myself or, before my headphones broke, listening to music. I should get new headphones. Sometimes I really appreciate being alone, it is, most often, by choice..there are people I could sit with and talk to and pretend to be interested in, but I don't want to. On good days I have long enough chunks of time that I can go and paint. Alone too, but happy. Today, though, I am truely lonely. But still, I don't want to talk to anyone, I do not want to speak. Don't you ever feel like you are sad, and theres nothing that we can do about it, so you might as well find content in your sadness? Its definately one of those days. I'm not going to be happy, but thats okay. I think I'll go see if ! there are any more brownies in the cafeteria. Another question to pose: what exactly is "list abuse"? Yes, I know the technical definiton, but why must we all make up something about belle and sebastian for every post, when everyone knows that it is not really the belle and sebastian related content that makes the list so worthwhile. List abuse is writing someone a personal message, trying to find a roomate or a ride to such and such town or other place..but not necisarily talking about things that don't relate to belle and sebastian, don't you agree? love, Rachel Grapenut +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jpayne at xxx.org Mon Feb 4 18:18:16 2002 From: jpayne at xxx.org (Jenny Payne) Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2002 13:18:16 -0500 (EST) Subject: Sinister: xoxoxoxo In-Reply-To: Message-ID: Hello, I mentioned the possibility of doing SinisterValentines awhile back and had some responses, so here we go. If you'd like to participate, please fill out the below questionnaire and e-mail it to me (jpayne at mail.wrl.org) offlist by Wednesday (6th) evening. I'll put the printed-out e-mails in hats and your SinisterValentine will be chosen randomly on Thursday morning. You can decide on what to send your Valentine... some suggestions might be mixed tapes or CDs, candy, poetry, drawings, cards or other Valentine's treats. Be creative! I think this will be a lot of fun. Oh, and please keep the subject line as 'xoxoxoxo' so I'll know which e-mails they are. Any questions? (Those in the nursery can participate too.) Jenny * * * SinisterValentines xoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxo * * * name: age: address: country: e-mail: I would like a (choose one): boy / girl Valentine. Do you prefer that your Valentine be in the same country as yourself? (This question is here for those who prefer to mail the package within their own country.) yes / no Any other comments? (Is there anything you prefer *not* to receive, etc...) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From opaline_moon at xxx.com Mon Feb 4 21:44:14 2002 From: opaline_moon at xxx.com (caleb ben moore) Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2002 13:44:14 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: oh the longest nights and longer days of youth Message-ID: <20020204214414.49903.qmail@web13804.mail.yahoo.com> hello sinisters! sounds like you all are doing quite well. thats good. i'm well too. my life is basically very nice. i have a lovely family, a beautiful woman who loves me, loads of ace cd's to listen to, a few extra bucks for a 40oz bottle of refreshment, and some tasty couscous ready to eat at home. so yeah, its all cherry. and it sounds like all you UK folk will soon be having a bit of a treasure hunt! that will be fun.......it reminds me of "willy wonka and the chocolate factory" and the contest to see who can find the golden tickets. i love that film. i've been listening to "beautiful" alot today, and its got me in a sort of melancholic-sentimental mood. and that of course is not a bad thing, its a mood i quite like at times. sometimes it feels good to hear a song like that. suddenly i'm catapulted back through time to my junior high school years. i got pushed around and threatened at school all day and i would come home and cry into my pillow and listen to morrissey whilst reading those biblical scriptures about God comforting those crushed in spirit. and even then, i sort of looked at the whole situation from outside myself, and i realized that it was quite a lovely, sad picture. i realized that i was just playing that particular part in the film of life, and that soon i'd play a different role. fastforward 10 years and i'm here, in an office 10 stories up, staring at a screen, writing my feelings out to over 1500 people, most of whom know nothing of me. mind you, i am NOT feeling crushed in spirit at all, just a tad reflective. yeah......its good to reflect sometimes. ---caleb ben ===== "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle." ~Plato "Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction." -Antoine de Saint-Exupery __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Patrick.Doyle at xxx.uk Mon Feb 4 22:23:11 2002 From: Patrick.Doyle at xxx.uk (Doyle Patrick) Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2002 22:23:11 GMT Subject: Sinister: Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2002 15:12:55 -0000 Message-ID: Hello, iam re-subscribing just to do this post as i got caught by my school using sinister and therefore cannot subscribe-longterm again ooooooppss!!! Thought you might like to hear about the funny thing that happened at school a few days ago. In PE the student teacher noticed i was wearing the "russian dolls" T-shirt and decided to try and be cool by pointing out that "they new who they were!" "they're from the 70s aren't they?" he said "No"i said "80's?" "No" "yes hey are, my mum likes them, one of them has curly hair right??" "i think you'll find that's Simon and Garfunkel" I said "oh yeah,,,,,,,is that not the same band then??" mmmmmm awell, i thought it was funny anyways,,,,,any1 going to the Edinburgh Usher Hall gig o the 1st of April,,,if so get, in touch,,,,see you all there anyway Laters Patrick, the kid with the crimped and overheated hair +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amy.longcore at xxx.com Tue Feb 5 01:09:51 2002 From: amy.longcore at xxx.com (amy.longcore at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2002 20:09:51 -0500 Subject: Sinister: meet me in ..... michigan? Message-ID: midwest meetup. yum! i've left the plans for this so open and sketchy because i've wanted to gauge how many people would be interested/how far they are willing to go. (first base on the first date for me! hee) how far people are willing to travel for this, i mean. so, yeah. some of you have discussed it with me in #sinister. no one has emailed with ideas or anything... so i'm left wondering. do i go ahead and plan something and just hope for the best? or. do i keep waiting and seeing? i'm going to keep waiting and seeing for a good month, atleast. for, you see, as i've mentioned in the past, i'd quite like to sell my home and get the eff out of dodge. i'd hate for my home to sell the very week y'all are coming. see what i mean? time is needed for definates. i've been thinking independance day weekend would be good for the meet up. more people are likely to have that thursday/friday off of work. or, do you think that would hinder people from coming 'cuz they may have familial engagements? who actually spends time wiff their family for 4th of july anyway? hmmmm i'm looking for quantity as well as quality here. bring all your friends, your friends' bands, and aunts and uncles too. i want mass summer sini fun! ok. there's an update. cats pjs is love. so are a lot of other people. write me. *smooch* amy +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lokar20 at xxx.com Tue Feb 5 04:40:27 2002 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Mon, 04 Feb 2002 22:40:27 -0600 Subject: Sinister: I've been beat up, I've been thrown down, but I'M NOT DOWN Message-ID: Hello sinister, The most depressing thing in life is hopelesness. The thought that there is no way out. That it won't end. I can take on a lot of things, as long as I know they will end. I've been drowning in hopelesness for some strange reason for weeks now. Hope is usually the only way I can make it through the day with a smile on my face. And, well, I haven't really been smiling very much recently. Everything has an opposite. Every coin has a flip-side. Some people hate to think of when good things end. I remember when I went out with a girl a few years ago, I was very sad because I knew it would end. It had to. I was having so much fun. but it was high school. And those things have a way of ending. In december, I was in Glasgow and Belfast. I knew they would end. I still had a blast, but I knew, back in my mind, they would end. Why was I letting this thought beat down my good times, but not lift up the bad times? If all good things come to an end, surely all bad things do to? I think the key to beating depression is finding that end, or at least knowing it's out there. I found my end. I know it will end. All of this. It's going to end. And relatively soon. And there is the possibility it will get better. People will still annoy me, I'll still be bored all the time, school will still worry me, but only now, it's going to be a little easier. There will be this nice, warm glow surrounding everything. All the pain and sorrow won't be so bad, because there seems to be a voice whispering in my ear "it's almost over. don't worry. something new will come along." Thank fucking Christ. It's almost over. Keep your hopes up kids, -Matt _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jpayne at xxx.org Tue Feb 5 04:46:53 2002 From: jpayne at xxx.org (Jenny Payne) Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2002 23:46:53 -0500 (EST) Subject: Sinister: SinisterValentines In-Reply-To: <20020131230032.59709.qmail@web11707.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: *Lots* of responses on Valentines... thank you all.... *Hint* - do some more Sinister BOYS need Valentines? :) Don't be shy, fellas, send in your questionnaires. Also - if you have a unique name, please let me know if you're a boy or girl - as I've had a little bit of trouble with a few names so far. Interestingly enough, ALL of our Valentines so far are from the US. C'mon, it's fun. Jenny +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From bakerbaker13 at xxx.com Tue Feb 5 06:40:41 2002 From: bakerbaker13 at xxx.com (baker,baker) Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2002 22:40:41 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: red wine and oil refineries (and red bulls, sure) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020205064041.51898.qmail@web10108.mail.yahoo.com> sorry in advance for the huge long senseless post, but i think james touched on something important when he talked about our emotions not making us special. i know this is going back a bit, but i wanted to talk about it right away and didn't have the time... i agree with james on this, at least to a certain degree. we've all had times when the giant bluntness of someone else's gloom has been overwhelming -- certainly the intense sadness or frustration or jealousies that we feel are universal. my depression is your depression is his depression etc... i think what makes us human is our emotion -- and what makes us individuals is the complexity of those emotions. to surrender to your feelings of sadness is to let yourself be washed away into the blandest version of being alive. however i don't believe the best escape from depression is the one that james describes. i agree insomuch as to say that seizing control of how you feel is something everyone is at least partially capable of, but thrusting yourself straight upwards when you're miserable is like shoving the heaviest end of a teeter-totter up into the air over your head -- it'll only come crashing back down on you if the weight doesn't first get shifted toward the other end. i don't want to sound like a shrink, though. i'm really not trying to offer anyone advice -- i battle with depression as much as anyone, i think, and i don't claim to be a success story. far from it, in fact. childishly, i cope with my sadness by using it as a great big magnifying lens for other things, like music. or movies, or art. gosh. ...have you ever considered how insignificant music and art would be in your life if you'd never ever felt terribly sad once in your life? i'm trying to think of rich businessmen with happily married parents and luxury automobiles and how they listen to elevator music and hang artwork with big imaginary pricetags over their leather couches -- pleasant people who smile because they really have no idea what they're missing. people who could be driving down the expressway and when "Asleep" by the Smiths comes on over the radio, they never sigh once, never remember listening to that song in the dark, never feel the butterfly of old, lost love rolling over bitterly in the coccoon of their stomachs. they might even change the station in favor of "smooth jazz," "adult contemporary," or "light rock." i feel sorry for these fellows, if they indeed exist. (oh, jeez. i was saying something else though, and now i've forgotten it...) i was in missouri this whole last week -- visiting my father. i drove home late last night. five hours in the car by yourself on I-55 is heavenly. i like to ride with my left leg pulled up on the seat so i can rest my chin on my knee, and i grab the wheel from the bottom & put my other hand on my stomach and listen to quiet music. i take my shoes off and watch the stars... in chicago, you don't see many stars. the air is too thick with the dead skin off of our cars and the warm breath of our factories making the sky steamy and dusty, like dirty glasses that you've touched too much and then come inside out of the cold with. instead of stars, we have airplanes. last time i checked, o'hare was still the busiest airport in the world, and we have lots of beautiful, blinking stars that race each other around the sky. when you get near joliet, there's this big huge factory thing -- i think it's a refinery for Mobil Oil or some such nonsense -- but it's so great, it's like this big smoking city of dingy orange lights on skyscrapers and flames on top, like giant candles burning. there's always big billowing clouds coming out of it, lazy and dreamlike... and i know that it's supposed to be evil -- killing the environment, choking the baby harp seals, etc... but everytime i see it i can't help but think, "god, that is so beautiful..." maybe i'm a sinner. i just think ... i mean, wow. there's this beautiful and complex cult of specific things that make up this universe, and i think that the networkings of our own hearts and thoughts are just as complex, and just as beautiful. maybe somewhere inside me there's an oil refinery that i can't get rid of. hopefully it's as pretty as this one. if i were a religious person, perhaps i'd use this time to also mention the ways that good and evil present themselves in a world that appears from a distance to be haphazardly silent. i'm not religious, of course, but i do think that the metaphor is a nice one when you're feeling a bit sad or disappointed. the truth is that each disappointment happens in one facet of Who We Are and What We Want -- and while the students in room A212 are flunking their midterms, B101 is getting straight A's. when the bell rings they all run out into the same halls and they mingle like red and white blood cells. there are other facets of you, and if you look beyond your sadness -- not outward, but inward -- you can find a richness and depth of color and contrast that far outshines any singular emotion you'll experience. you have a flavor like a deep red wine -- the bitter earth and the sweet rain and all the musics of the wind go into your grapes. the bare feet kissing you down and the oak and chestnut barrels squeezing you in and the yeasts nibbling you and the year of your release... all of these things are the benefactors that finance your flavor. this is where people are the Most Beautiful. maybe it's crazy to think that beauty helps us much when we're miserable. i like it all the same. all of you on the list who've been writing about their sadness -- if it's worth anything, i'd tell you you're beautiful, because you are. you're delicious, even when you're depressed. "i drink you up." love, baker,baker __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Patrick.Doyle at xxx.uk Tue Feb 5 13:59:34 2002 From: Patrick.Doyle at xxx.uk (Doyle Patrick) Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 13:59:34 GMT Subject: Sinister: Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 12:59:52 -0000 Message-ID: Hey there, just thought i'd tell you all about a funny thing that happened to me the other day at school, before i have to unsubscribe fro fear of getting caught,,,,,,,,,again! I was in PE and the student teacher noticed i had a Belle and Sebastian T-shirt on ( Russian Dolls to be precise!) "Their from the 60s aren't they" he said "No" i said "70s?" "no" "80s then?" "nope" "yes they are" he said "my mum likes them, one of them has curly hair, right?" "i think you'll find thats Simon and Garfunkel" I said "thats it.........isn't that the same band then?" he said oh deary me! Oh well back to exam revision for me then! so who's all going to the Edinburgh Usher Hall gig on the 1st of April? If so get in touch, id love to see you all there Laters Patrick, the kid with the crimped and overheated hair +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Tue Feb 5 13:45:01 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 13:45:01 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: additional Message-ID: hm, somehow ben apps (aka 'captain sensible') posted without me noticing and already mentioned that the sinister express arrives at 2.27. so, all being in agreement, that's when we're meeting. sorry. archel x ps. sorry ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Tue Feb 5 13:33:51 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 13:33:51 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: east, west, home's best Message-ID: well, i'm back from the grim north, where as friday's post suggested, i did indeed get drunk with the york sinister massive (ysm), plus some non-sinister people who probably thought we should be sectioned. in fact, before i even left for campus one of my hosts asked me how i knew the people i was meeting. the silence after i replied 'well, i don't actually know them, as such, technically', spoke volumes. anyway, as Reporting Back goes this will be sketchy, because i find as i sit down to type that i can remember very little (apart from asm's middle name which i will probably never forget - oh, it's not 'studmuffin' by the way). guinness was drunk. sinister gossip was exchanged. i listened to the official ysm band through a computer. we tried to get onto #sinister and failed. i hiccuped. there was that strap-on incident. i have a feeling that the meaning of life was discussed in a kitchen, though i couldn't swear to it. i do recall that everyone was simply lovely, and not twee as fuck at all. apart from chris, who was, though in the best possible way :) the rest of my weekend was marked by a) more drinking, b) enormous amounts of food, all of it consumed as a hangover cure, and c) guitars. there were four guitars in the house where i was staying, and none of them lay idle for more than 10 minutes at a time. luckily three out of the four were played very well. i also visited my married friends which was terrifying. i mean, i know i'm already co-habiting, but compared to their domestic bliss i look like bridget jones. it was like there wasn't a single chink in the armour of the marriage where their single selves still poked through. so, i left their flat while i could still breathe and went off to get drunk again. on sunday i went across to leeds for the afternoon and ended up in a cafe where the proprietor, a large italian lady, felt it her duty to start belting out 'o sole mio' and 'amore' as soon as a customer appeared. she also only spoke in italian, despite understanding english perfectly, so no-one could tell if she was asking if you wanted milk or telling you that the special spaghetti was off the menu. it was quite bizarre, and i was relieved to come out and see borders and marks and spencer rather than the leaning tower of pisa. although then i saw stuart murdoch which freaked me out again. of course, it wasn't actually him, but it was only the fact that he was accompanied by a group of what i suppose could be described as 'neds' that convinced me it wasn't. i finally got home yesterday and remembered that in 5 days i'll be welcoming yet more sinisterines into my lair, i mean my lovely home town of brighton. yay! the plan as far as it goes is to meet at brighton station at 2.30, or whenever the sinister london-brighton express arrives (?). i propose that we then retire for a while to the george pub at the bottom end of trafalgar street (sharp left and downhill under the road bridge outside the station). so that's where we should be if you arrive later/not at the station. lost souls can ring me on 07944 074873. i'll say all this again on friday, because let's face it, the rest of this post has 'delete me' written all over it. see you soon! luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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Belle and Sebastian are playing in paris on 9th april (at the grand rex, for those of you who know paris...) katrina, neil, wake up! tell us more about these european gigs! _________________________________________________________________ Rejoignez le plus grand service de messagerie au monde avec MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com/fr +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stevenrhodes at xxx.com Tue Feb 5 08:12:35 2002 From: stevenrhodes at xxx.com (Steven M Rhodes) Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 18:12:35 +1000 Subject: Sinister: :tcejbuS (Now that's a riddle) Message-ID: <001b01c1ae23$cbca3680$efa6868b@c5b9f6> Hello ahain (Note to Self: ahain should be spelt AGAIN) (Self: Roger that.) Hello Again, Last week I was making a cup coffee and after pouring in the milk, I had this momentary lapse of reason and instead of putting the milk back in the fridge, I put it in the cupboard. Have you ever done this? I actually did a similar thing the other day. I was driving home from work and instead of driving home I flew to Geraldton, Western Australia. It was really embarrassing. Another time I went to hang the washing on the line and I ended up driving a bullock plough across a rice paddock in the mountains of Cambodia. Boy, was my face red. I was walking near my house and I walked past this grass paddock that had a sign on the fence that said "CAUTION HORSES. DO NOT ENTER" And I thought "what a shame that horses can't go in there because it was a perfect horse paddock. It had hay bales and stables and water troughs. How inappropriate. Here is a perfect horse enclosure and they're not allowed in. I mean, that's ludicrous. I felt personally offended by that. Although as I walked past a little bit more, I noticed that a couple of horses had actually snuck in and were eating a bit of the hay, so that cheered me up a bit. Aren't jellyfish weird? When God was making all the animals he was famished and so went on a lunch break. He took a bit of chill time and he had a snack, and everyone knows that God was quite partial to a jelly-based treat. And he was looking at it and thought "I like this jelly. Thy jelly speaks to thee." And I'm quoting this from the Bible, it's from the original texts. And God said "I will make thee into an animal," So he brought it to life and he sat and looked at his creation but he felt it lacked something. Just then Moses wandered into the holy snack room and fixed himself some rice pudding for he was famished from having parted thy sea. And Moses said to God "I know what it's lacking. It needs arms and legs and eyes and ears and a mouth and a nose." And hearing this God said unto Moses "Moses, why don't you just get the hell out of here. You've made me lose my train of thought." After looking at the jellyfish for a long while God said "I know, I've got it! What this jellyfish needs is thousands upon thousands of poisonous stinging tentacles. Of course! Not another thing." And Moses said "But God, what about a brain. Everything needs a brain?" And God slowly pointed his finger at Moses and said "Moses, I'm telling you for the last time, just back off. I make the animals here. I decide whom will get a brain and you part the seas and do things relating the parting of seas." And that's a true story kids. You probably never heard that story growing up at Sunday school and I think that's a real shame. The world's all the more poorer for the lack of it. I think one of the most optimistic animals is the ant. When you're standing in you're garden, these little things the size of a pin head just charge up to you and bite you between the toes as hard as they can. What do they think they're actually doing? They're saying "You're going down buddy. Come on, bring it on. I wanna see what you got! What are you scared? C'mon!" Very optimistic. Because of course you then reach down and kill them. I think it's a pretty well known fact that cats don't like the beach. They don't like the ocean, they don't like the sand and I think I know why. When we look at the sand, we simply see a beach. When a cat looks at the sand, all it sees is a giant kitty litter box and this intimidates them. This amount of diversity of choice of places to shit is all too confronting for them, too much to comprehend and quite frankly, they don't feel comfortable with it. Well there, I think all the important issues have been covered..........oh wait, yeah. Belle & Sebastian. Right, of course. What a great band. They're definately my favourite. That Stuart character; what a guy. Isobel? Isn't she delightfully foxy. Indeed. Best (and worst dressed) wishes, Steven +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chinacat81 at xxx.com Tue Feb 5 14:48:29 2002 From: chinacat81 at xxx.com (Kirsten Kenyon) Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 08:48:29 -0600 Subject: Sinister: when in doubt, say "spacepet" Message-ID: <0591E4A74E2B07C428E627D72194900E@chinacat81.wildmail.com> yesterday's wind was so dry and so bitterly cold that a warm drag of my cigarette felt significantly healthier than the fresh, unfiltered air that froze my lungs as i made my way up the hill to my first class. i just looked out the window, and today doesn't look much better. in the summer, i usually long for winter. in the winter, i don't long for summer but i do long to regain the feeling in my toes. i've had an exciting revelation. if i relate NUMBERS to WORDS, i am not half bad at mathematics. this occurred to me roughly fifteen minutes into yesterday's lecture. it was glorious. i sat there, beaming, as a shaft of exuberant light broke from the heavens, bathing my little desk in golden brilliance and engulfing me in a warm embrace. i could be mistaken, but it seems to me that the entire episode was accompanied by several passages of handel's "messiah." **a bit of family shame: my father, for as long as i can remember, has insisted that we listen to the "messiah" in its entirety on the way to my grandparents' house each christmas. over the years of restless cartrips (and brief engagements with various chorales) every member of my family has learned virtually every word and note of the whole damn thing, not excluding the complicated arias. when you know the words, it can be hard not to sing along...yeah. painfully lame. and almost creepy.. i can recall an afternoon...i must have been nine or ten, my brother being seven or eight. it was summertime, and we were in the car in the parking lot of pick'n'save (i cringe even as i type that most loathesome of names). okay i lost it. OH. in the car, listening to some vivaldi dad had put on for us and waiting impatiently for him (dad, not mister antonio v.) to emerge and whisk us away to a fun-filled afternoon at the whitnall botanical gardens. i loved to look at the roses, and my brother loved to chase the squirrels. dad must have been in the supermarket for half an hour. sometime during his absence, we grew restless and began belting out the hallelujah chorus over the strains of the four seasons. we were getting to a really good part (and quite enjoying the dissonance we were creating by singing one piece over another) when our father opened the car door. my little brother and i looked at each other, then stared at our dad and gleefully adapted the lyrics "...and we shall wait and we shall wait and we shall wai- ayayait AND WE SHALL WAIT FOR-EV-ER AND E-E-EVER!" my goodness. looking back, it's now quite clear that my present state of dorkiness is the cruel denouement of years of...dork training. right. class. love kirsten Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From brazilp at xxx.ie Tue Feb 5 15:34:08 2002 From: brazilp at xxx.ie (trish delish) Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 15:34:08 +0000 Subject: Sinister: boo!hiss! Big Brother *is* watching Message-ID: <3C6633A8@ntserver-e2w2.tcd.ie> toodle pip, squeaks not wanting to pre-empt david white (that is his name, isn't it?)(the guy who runs belleandsebastian.freeserve.co.uk) and i'm sure he will, and indeed should, post to give us the whole story, but basically it seems he's had to take down the entire downloads section because of threats from some nonsense british antipiracy watchdog.... now this makes me cross because a) my friends were just getting used to be bopping manically around the room to "poupee de circe" just before we head out for the night, that song never once failed to make me smile b) if i remember this right, the band were well aware of the site and its downloads, cos i remember at one stage they asked him to take down some stuff that they were planning on releasing, or something like that. surely that means they didn't object to the rest of the stuff being on there? how sucky is that? the site had all the latest peel session as well, and it was my only way of hearing it because for some reason, we poor irish kids are also deprived of any decent radio stations....our "youth" station, 2fm, is the best we have, and the highlight of its day is a guy called larry gogan who's long turned 60, playing his "golden hour" of songs from the 60's, 70's and 80's between noon and one on weekdays. and by "golden" i can only guess that they are severely vocabularily challenged....golden it ain't. david white suggests people who are (rightly) teed off about the BB strong-arming suggest we bang off an email to the organisation concerned. being as i am in a foul mood anyway today, i would just like to say that they have just been on the receiving end of a rather cross email, but i do think we shouldn't leave it there. is there anything neil or anyone can do? i might be forced to stamp my feet, and believe me, it's not a pretty sight well, i have absolutely nothing to say other than that, except also to say to david that i really enjoyed the site for the last year or so since i discovered it, and a big thanks are owed to him indeed. let's get cross! trish delish ps the email address to give off to is antipiracy at bpi.co.uk we all know what sinister can do in terms of email campaigns, so let's get flexing those giving-out-muscles (to start, try gently shaking extended forefinger with furrowed brow...repeat x10 - it's harder than it looks!) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Tue Feb 5 16:32:48 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Tue, 05 Feb 2002 10:32:48 -0600 Subject: Sinister: the opiate of the populace Message-ID: hello sinister. i think i shall try this again, in light of recent postings and states of mind. february 5, 2002. (i accidentally put 2003 there. freudian slip, perhaps, taking into account of where i am supposed to be in approximately one year. in other interpretations, i suppose it, too, was me trying to speed time along, as i usually do, to something. another day.) woke up early, not by my own doing. today by the little beeping alarm, which regularly goes off about a half hour before the big radio alarm kicks in. got ready in half the usual time, because earliness does not equal getting ready happiness. cleared out all the sweaters and half-crocheted potholders from my beloved car (found my wutu single!!! joy ensued, as did content), and drove it to the body shop. got dropped off by body shop man at the newspaper, which put me here at 8:55 a.m. put in desa and tried valiently to waste time. took five minutes to make calls about the story i am supposed to write today. got call from insurance company. boy who hit me still probably doesn't have insurance. called father. settled in for a long fight in small claims court and potentially weeks without my little blue baby escort.missing missing missing many things at this point. how is it that people make it through some days? oh yes. grapenut told me. brownies. and now, canadian fiction. who doesn't heart duddy kravitz?* xxx lovelou *me _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Tue Feb 5 17:17:19 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 17:17:19 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: unmentionable gunk Message-ID: <20020205171719.80116.qmail@web10407.mail.yahoo.com> Afternoon, Sinister list, The. Today I have mostly (I know, I know, it's so 1996, but it's a good phrase, humour me) been downloading stuff from the internet. Which takes an age on my modem, but that's alright, as I have an age. Ages, even. I have been mostly downloading "Bizarre Love Triangle" from Audiogalaxy. New Order must be gutted to know that out of the 4 I've got so far, theirs is the 4th best. Top of the pile comes featured-once-on-"Neighbours" popsters Frente!, whose singer has one of those gorgeously uncluttered voices. Second is Devine and Statton, who I don't know so much about, except that I heard their version about 10 years ago and have only just got around to tracking it down. 3rd are the also-Australian Even as we Speak (they are, aren't they? Insanely interesting fact - the only Sarah record I own is by EawS), who do a jangly, indie-style version which falls between stools, really. And 4th comes the 'Order. I've not been much of a fan, but I always thought Barney was a bit monotone. However, in comparison to the others, his vocal part is almost R!O!C!K! in its mannerisms. Still good, but Oh! the beauty of Frente! wins me over every time. That Stephen M Rhodes is a funny chap. Does he ever publish his creative writng? (No doubt he's been hailed as the new JD fucking Salinger and you all know and I don't) Tomas Repka out of West ham is the new Stuart Murdoch, only rock 'ard. Check him out. Further proof that I'm nothing but a big GURL - I broke my nail! Well, it's sort of split down the middle really. But it's the most exciting thing that's happened today, and no mistake guvnor. Trish mentioned the nasty antipiracy people. Assuming that the band and their label have no problem with the downloads being on the website, I suggest everyone kick their arses as discussed. But a confirmatory message from jeepster/banchory should probably come first, I think... That address again - antipiracy at bpi.co.uk Brighton picnic - I'll be there, so come along and throw wet sponges at me. I'll be wearing a white t-shirt specially, rowr! Household tip of the day - don't let girls use your shower, or you'll be picking skanky bits of hair and unmentionable gunk out of the plughole on a weekly basis ;-) Mark xxx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From daftpunk at xxx.au Tue Feb 5 18:00:36 2002 From: daftpunk at xxx.au (Kin Woo) Date: Wed, 06 Feb 2002 02:00:36 +0800 (WST) Subject: Sinister: OFFTOPIC: plea to London listees going to Tanya Donelly gig:) Message-ID: <1012932036.3c601dc494970@nonsecure.uwa.edu.au> hey guys am continuing to have fab time here in London (despite thwarted attempt to meet other Sinisterinies for Bill Janovitz gig-ah well mebbe next time:)) Have caught loads of great bands (Lo-fidelity Allstars-superb!, Bill Janovitz, Beta Band, Minotaur Shock and Neil Halstead), plays (Cat on Hot Tin Roof, soon Stones in his Pocket, Lady Windermere's Fan and Play What I Wrote), clubs (Trash-fab indie night and Fabric) and art exhibitions (Nan Goldin, Turner Prize, Sam Taylor Wood and soon Warhol) -phew! No wonder I can't fit in any time at the hospital (where I'm meant to be working as med student)!:)) Am absolutely crushed I miss out on seeing Spiritualized, Alfie, B&S and most of all Tanya Donelly (ie the goddess outta Belly and Throwing Muses) cos I leave for home (australia) days before the gigs. Those are bands I'd sell my grandma for to see:) So please this is a plea to any London listees lucky enough to be going to the Tanya Donelly gigs and are planning to bootleg it, please contact me cos am desperate to get a good quality bootleg so I can live vicariously thru it and revel in the beauty that is Tanya D! Please email me privately off the list at either this address (daftpunk at tartarus.uwa.edu.au) or kin_woo at hotmail.com (.) I have absolutely loads to trade with-rare, utterly desirable, unreleased live stuff by all the aforementioned bands, Black Box Recorder (another band I'm dying to see), St Et, Dot Allison, One Dove, Tindersticks, Palace/Will Oldham, Lambchop and stacks more. Ok so hope to hear from some of you soon later Kin Woo +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From david at xxx.uk Tue Feb 5 21:39:47 2002 From: david at xxx.uk (David White) Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 21:39:47 -0000 Subject: Sinister: the MP3 Piracy Issue: Why the BPI are evil and should pick on somebody their own size. Message-ID: Hello there people, You may have read the post earlier from Trish Delish regarding the events surrounding www.belleandsebastian.freeserve.co.uk so here's the story from the top. As you're all probably well aware, my site has been hosting MP3s of the band for nearly 2 years now. All the tracks I had were either unreleased session tracks (the Peel tracks and the Black Sessions for example) or live tracks (Middle Distance Runner etc) so in terms of a commercial threat, they are/were virtually nil. In fact I would say that they did a hell of a lot to get the band exposure around the world where the bands CDs are not widely available. Anyway that's beside the point for now. Last Wednesday I received a rather serious looking email from Freeserve, my ISP who host the site, saying that after a complaint about the MP3s, I was in breach of my contract with them and that they were going to remove my site as of Friday afternoon. I sent them a reply pleading that I would remove the MP3s in order to save the site but to no avail and true to their word, the site disappeared. Obviously this did not please me much after spending so much time and effort on the thing and having reached a fairly respectable hit-rate of 200 per day, I didn't want to see my efforts go to waste. I sent a pleading email to Freeserve telling them that I would remove all the MP3s if they allowed me to have the site back which, I'm relieved to say they agreed to and the site returned after a weekend out, unfortunately without the MP3s though. At this point they told me who it was who had complained and kindly gave me the email address which I should correspond to the complainant with. It turns out the British Phonographic Institute (BPI) are the people who took it upon themselves to act as judge, jury and executioner with regard to my site. The BPI (www.bpi.co.uk) has a slogan "Protecting and Promoting British Music" and apparently they think it's their job to go around bullying people who have no means to defend themselves. They are apparently there to see that those who write music and sell it get the money they're due from their work. Fair enough, no harm in that and if I was selling hundreds of bootleg CDs down the local market I'd understand their desire to put me out of business. I'd also be mightily pissed off if I'd written music that people were stealing at my expense BUT let's not forget here that I wasn't actively letting people download the entire back-catalogue of Belle & Sebastian, I was letting them download a few rare and unreleased tracks. The Black Sessions: a French radio session (in other words it was broadcast to the entire French nation) which I myself received as a bootleg CD, so it's hardly a money-spinner for the band. The Peel Sessions: A British radio session which incidentally was available for download from the BBC's site after the first broadcast, (take note BPI, I expect www.bbc.co.uk to be shut down for this). Loneliness of a Middle Distance Runner: This track was broadcast live on British TV. Spot a pattern here anybody? It's not like I'd stolen the master tapes for the bands new album. The tracks had all been broadcast on mainstream media and anybody with a video recorder or cassette deck could have (shock, horror) illegally been listening to these for years if they were fortunate enough to be around to hear them. As to whether the band and record label encouraged/discouraged the presence of the MP3s on my site, I couldn't really say for sure. I've never had a complaint directed to me from either about the issue and both have had links to my site on their own sites, so I presume they are aware of it's existence. I'd be interested to hear from either party as to where they stand on this issue. By the way, it wasn't my site which the band asked for MP3s to be removed from, wasn't it somebody who had posted some duff quality MP3s of their Glasgow Uni gig which the band didn't want the world to hear because the sound was so bad. Anyway, it's antipiracy at bpi.co.uk for those of you who feel the need to vent your frustration. I can only hope that those of you who wanted to, managed to download all the tracks before this happened and can continue to enjoy them. In the meantime, the site is still alive and kicking (although rather quietly now!) and you can still enjoy all the usual features as they were before. If you've read this far, I appreciate it and I'm glad that the MP3s brought pleasure to those who heard them. Dave david at belleandsebastian.freeserve.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From annika.lindberg at xxx.se Tue Feb 5 22:48:51 2002 From: annika.lindberg at xxx.se (Annika Lindberg) Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 23:48:51 +0100 Subject: Sinister: BT phone home: Swede needs HELP Message-ID: <001601c1ae97$4897fee0$ac6ec6c3@Suravision> Sorry to bother you all with this, but I've got a problem I don't know how to solve. I'm kind of desperate! A year ago I bought a mobile phone during my stay in London. Now I've been back in Sweden for a while and want to unlock the phone from BT Cellnet. I thought I could transfer the £15 charge for the unlocking code to BT's bank account or something similar, but now BT tells me I must have the charge of £15 as call credit on the phone, which I don't have. Since I'm stuck in Sweden for the time being I've no chance of topping up the balance except by using a credit card via the net or telephone and I really don't wanna give away my visa number "just like that". So I wonder, does anyone know if it's possible to buy BT vouchers from England over the net and have them sent here to be paid for by cash-on-delivery or postal giro/account? I'm completely stuck with this so I'd be VERY grateful for advice/solutions! love n aliens -Annika +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From johnw at xxx.com Tue Feb 5 23:02:15 2002 From: johnw at xxx.com (John T. Cat, Esq.) Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 18:02:15 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Pineapple - Mango Salsa Recipie. No... really. Message-ID: <000c01c1ae99$2986e460$f909040a@ops.about.com> Get the hard mangos, not the really squishy ones. Firm to the touch. Chop. Get a fresh pineapple, and cut it up. Squeeze it to remove excess juice. Mix excess juice with vodka and ice. Yum. Drink vodka drink while completing recipie. Cut jalapenos lengthwise and remove seeds. Cut into small pieces. You may want to add other peppers for flavor and color. Also remove seeds. One white onion, add as much seems reasonable compared to the rest of the vegetables. Fresh cilantro. Salt, pepper. Maybe some crushed red pepper. The hardest part is to get the heat from the peppers to mix well with the mango and pineapple. You want to taste the heat, but not create a situation whereas you would be eating along quite swimmingly and then hit this clump of jetfuel. The easiest way to do this is to do it the night before and let it sit in the refrigerator. Or mix very well. You are trying to achieve a balance between the sweetness and the heat. Your brain doesn't come across those two tastes in the same place too often. So that surprise, along with the nuanced taste of the fresh fruit, vegetables and herbs is what makes it good. As far as chips, get the organic sesamie blues. They can be found in health food stores. They have been hard to find as of late. They are the only ones I know of that hold up when you try and scoop salsa. Serve with wine. Spend $15 on a chardonnay. Read this poem - Wine Ode By Pablo Neruda Wine the colour of day, wine the colour of night, wine with purple "legs" or topaz blood, wine, starry son of the soil, wine, smooth as a golden sword, suave as brushed velvet, wine swirling and suspended, loving, of the sea, never bounded by a glass, a song or man, choral, gregarious or intimate and shared. You may want to serve with raw (or raw-ish) tuna. Seared in a little soy sauce. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stankin_cooter at xxx.com Wed Feb 6 09:34:55 2002 From: stankin_cooter at xxx.com (Stankin' Cooter) Date: Wed, 06 Feb 2002 20:04:55 +1030 Subject: Sinister: i'm coming back to you, whoah Message-ID: My pretties: LIST ABUSE There�s been a lot of this going on lately, and I�m heartily sick and tired of it. What�s more, I�m taking a stand against it. People writing to this list and pestering 1500+ people by banging on about some Scottish musical duo? (Or is one a dog? Which one�s the dog? I can never remember.) Where will it end? It�s disappointing, and I think some of you really need to take a good long look at yourselves, and pull yourselves up by your bootstraps. You know who you are. There has been some smut, admittedly, which is lovely, but very little in the way of pointless, self-indulgent waffle about ME, which I find deeply disturbing. Where the hell is list mummy when you need her? I�ll try and redress the balance here, but really, I expect more from you in future. EXPLAINING SINISTER How many of you have tried? It�s not bloody easy, I can tell you. At first it�s reading material. Information, great; the odd bit of toilet humour, even better. Then it�s conversation and making your own bum jokes. Then it�s email addresses and photographs, and letting on more about yourself than you meant to. At some point it becomes something that you don�t talk about. You�re out with your mates, and you think about people you�ve not met. You find yourself about to quote them on something, and realise that you can�t. There are packages and phone calls, and sometimes plans. Then, you find yourself sitting out the front of a restaurant by the sea with your mother, under palm trees, enjoying the breeze, a fag and a glass of wine, trying to explain something that has (in one way or another) come to influence large decisions you�re now making about your life. How and when this happened, I have no idea. What the heck some of us would do without it? Also haven�t a clue, I�m sorry. I�m sure I�m not the only one that�s struggled with this, as I know for a fact that it�s impacted loads of other lives just as much as it�s impacted mine. There should be some sort of warning on the site. I know there�s some vague talk about pulling and getting into people�s underpants and so on, but really, I think that just encourages people. Stevie Trousers had a very good idea for a film. I don�t want to steal his thunder, so you should bug him to tell you about it. PEOPLE WHAT DON�T LIKE THE STUFF I LIKE Can�t stand �em. I WANT SOMETHING I�ve had a few sleepless nights lately, and last night was one of them. I found myself oddly regretting the fact that I�m an atheist. It seems that I need something to believe in at the moment. Other than, you know: aliens, love and pop music. This thought sort of snuck up on me, and rather surprised me, I guess. I attempted to figure out where it came from, and, perhaps somewhat unsurprisingly, it seems to stem from purely selfish motives. I think for the first time ever, I have something that I really want to ask for. This doesn�t sit too well with me. I�ve never been big on thanks or blame. I don�t think I share the nostalgia for childhood that seems to be a common theme on this list. There have been ups and downs at every stage, of course, but the overall trajectory of my life is still heading upwards. Things, on the whole, get better every year. I�ll be unstoppable at one hundred and three. Childhood was survived, and all the stuff that surrounded me eventually passed. I came out the other side of it uncertain and sort of shapeless, and got lost for quite a while. Having decided not to bow out, but to take some enjoyment and meaning where I could find it, I did the best I could, and stumbled from one thing to another. I measured my success by how well I could choose what to remember and what to forget. But that can�t last for long. Somewhere along the line I got some sort of idea about who I am, and started to become able to let other people have an idea about that as well. That helped. I think I can actually see further ahead than the next step now, though I�m still taking them. So it�s time to leap. Wish me luck. I�m overwhelmed and scared, of course, and probably a bit daft, but I�m clinging to hope and a sort of bloody-minded optimism that I�m due for this. Oh, and what I want most of all at the moment is a green card. So if any American listees want to marry me, please email. I�m fastidiously neat, I eat like a bird, I have a great record collection, I smell nice, and I�m polite and charming, though a bit scruffy. Also, I�m staggeringly handsome and hung like a Cretan bull.* WORKING, LOOKING FOR DIFFERENT WORK, GETTING ROBBED, COUGHING, MAKING EXPENSIVE PHONE CALLS AND GIVING CRAP RELATIONSHIP ADVICE IN #SINISTER Is what I�ve been doing since I last posted. Some sod broke into my house and stole my laptop. Which is a giant pain in my arse. What�s more, it looks like it must have happened while I was sleeping in the next room. Which is slightly terrifying. I�ve lost all the thoughts I�d written down over the last few months, other than those I�ve shared with you lot. My memory is crap, and my backup disc was in the drive, so that�s all gone. Sigh. I�ve been robbed twice in the last year. And this time they didn�t even go to the trouble of punching my lights out and breaking my spectacles. Standards are slipping. GODSPEED ALL THE BAKERS AT DAWN Baker, Baker asked: �have you ever considered how insignificant music and art would be in your life if you'd never ever felt terribly sad once in your life?� In a word, �yes�. I try to be a tolerant and accepting person, but really, I�m little more than a snob in many respects. I�m deeply suspicious of people that don�t have a passion for some form of art or expression, and I don�t think that I could be friends with them, if I�m totally honest with myself. I don�t mind what it IS specifically, but all the best people are passionate about something. I�m also one of those people that, if I�ve never been to your house before, will read the spines of your CDs and books while you�re doing a wee. Sorry. Baker, Lindsey asked: �how is it that people make it through some days?� Ask me tomorrow. Oh, and chins up, Miss Lindsey. You�re one of the good ones. Both Bakers also said some other stuff that I thought was good. So hats off to them, I think. I�ve written this in dribs and drabs all day, while I�ve been at work. It�s absolutely all over the shop, isn�t it? Sorry. That�s it for me for today, other than to remind you all how gorgeous each and every one of you are, and to insist you all take nothing but the very best possible care. Stay electronically tested for durability, with a pleasing coral tint. Bulk love, -David. *(This may very well not be entirely true.) _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jordi_trenzano at xxx.es Tue Feb 5 12:03:50 2002 From: jordi_trenzano at xxx.es (Jordi Trenzano) Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 13:03:50 +0100 Subject: Sinister: MP3 subject Message-ID: <003d01c1ae3d$30bb3da0$641a99c1@teleline.es> Hellooooo Regarding the recent facts about David´s Freeserve website, I think I won´t say anything new if I say that I find it completely nonsense. I heard once that everything that is being done against mp3 would be like coming back to the 50´s and have some official governments trying to forbid radio. Anyway, for those of you who still haven´t got the Peel Sessions (I bet there must be only a few on this list), the website of segundosdeluz hosts the 4 songs, actually the same mp3s that David hosted until this last week. For those of you subscribed to yahoogroups, just look for a spanish-list called "segundosdeluz", or write this url: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/segundosdeluz For those of you who aren´t, you have to get a yahoo ID, which is something that I never remember how its done properly. I don´t have more space on the website to get more mp3s, sadly. i´d love to have there either the Black Sessions or the mp3s from those pop saviours that are the Red Bull Dozers. Umm.....Paris gig ???? some news, pleeease..... 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From LilGrape25 at xxx.com Wed Feb 6 14:23:06 2002 From: LilGrape25 at xxx.com (LilGrape25 at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 06 Feb 2002 09:23:06 EST Subject: Sinister: Its high tide again Message-ID: Good Morning, First period free and I'm in the lab posting, trying to avoid the forced company of a particular twit named Reva. Oh, the joys of routine! David posted to reprimand us all on our consistant and shameful list abuse..and I couldn't tell whether or not I should hang my head in shame. He also said: "I don^Òt think I share the nostalgia for childhood that seems to be a common theme on this list. There have been ups and downs at every stage, of course, but the overall trajectory of my life is still heading upwards. Things, on the whole, get better every year. I^Òll be unstoppable at one hundred and three." My nostalgia (though some would consiter me a child, I do not!) is mostly for the opertunity to be childish, something that is discouraged past childhood, but really does not have to be and should not be. Why does a 6 year old have the priviledge of being creative and told everything that they produce is wonderful and beautiful, and not a 15 year old? or a 30 year old? or a 70 year old? Why are children encouraged to imagine, to have fantasies and dreams, while the rest of us are told that we have to be realistic? Children are treated the way all of us should be, that everything they do- accept for things that are mean to others- is worthwhile. They are praised for their basic abilities. They are encouraged to listen and observe the world around them, and are taken to all sorts of interesting places, for the reason that it is part of their world and they should experience it. When was the last time you went to a firestation or a police station or a post office or an aquar! ! ium or a museum? when was the last time you really had time to look at leaves or pumpkins or the color of everyone's clothing or number of pockets in everyone's pants. We don't stop benefiting from these experiences once we are able to handle more complicated ideas! I miss the opertunities of childhood, I miss being told that I am wonderful just the way I am, I miss being open minded enough to appreciate what everyone has to offer to the world. Last night I had my mother's terrible vegetable soup and a fig paste sandwich. It was one of the first truely painful vegetarian meals since I stopped eating meat a few weeks ago. The rest of my family were having turkey and roast beef sandwiches, and I wanted one too. I don't like cheese so there aren't many sandwich options for me any more. I started thinking of yummy sandwiches I could still eat to console myself, and here is my list. Does anyone have anything to add? peanut butter and/or jelly fig paste lettuce and/or onion and/or tomato bananna with or without chocolate sauce peanut butter and wheat germ mustard roast vegetables oh dear, out of ideas and out of time! Hope this wasn't list abuse! I love you all, Rachel Grapenut +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From p.carter at xxx.uk Wed Feb 6 16:15:06 2002 From: p.carter at xxx.uk (Peter Carter) Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2002 16:15:06 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Griffin and Satan Message-ID: <004901c1af29$75ceeda0$0dd887d9@oemcomputer> On February the 9th, 2002 I woke up in a bit of a panic because I was supposed to be in Brighton for the Sinister meet-up that day, and I hadn't even travelled from Blackpool to Bath the day before like I was supposed to. So, I went a bit mad at my dad until he agreed to give me a lift to Bath, so I could catch the train from there. He gave me a lift to the train station after much cajoling. By the time I got there, the only train they had was one of those old steam trains that looked like a rusty version of the one in Harry Potter. I got on that and chugged off to Brighton. As it happened I got there are little bit early, and in the park where we were meeting (which looked oddly like Primrose Hill) there were only a couple of people and I only recognised one, Asm, so I sat down with them for a while, then went to check into the hotel I was staying at that night, which overlooked the park. I did all my checking in stuff and sat looking out of the window for a while watching the Sinister people talk and thinking and occasionally waving to the people outside. Then, after a while the hotel owner came in through the window. He said this was standard practice, and he was just checking that the room was in order. I apologised because I hadn't had time to unpack properly, he said that was ok, them gave me the keys and walked off. I began looking through the window again, an I started feeling sad. I waved to the people outside the window, and they laughed at me, and said I'd been waving too much, and I should stop. That made me feel even sadder. I began looking out of the window and thinking again when I noticed that three or four of the people outside were crying, I asked them why and the said that Belle and Sebastian fans were really emotional, and there didn't really need to be a reason for them to cry. I waved at them again and they laughed at me again for waving too much. After I'd put all my stuff away in the hotel room I went outside and talked to the Sinister people for a little while. I felt a little bit odd, like everyone was waiting for me to do something wrong. After a while I noticed it was 6:30 pm and I'd been in my room for hours. I asked someone if there was still time to go to the pub, and they laughed at me and said there was ages of time in a kind of 'how could you be so stupid' way. We all started to get up to go to the pub when I noticed a couple of people at the upper windows of the hotel I was staying at. One of them might have been Lucy Alder. I waved at the one who might have been Lucy Alder, and she laughed at me for waving too much. Then I noticed the other girl was wearing a Pink Panther t-shirt, and I complemented her on her taste. She laughed at me, because she said I'd already said that loads of time. And then I woke up and it was all a dream. True story. I think a psychiatrist would have a field day. I also had a dream a few days ago where someone was trying to kill me, only they sent other people after me, and I could never ever find out who it was. I just kept having to live in fear and thwart each would-be-killer individually, which I didn't actually have much problem doing. This probably also says something about my psyche too. In other matter, did you know that Sabine from 'Griffin and Sabine' by Nick Bantock is supposed to be evil? Well, there is nothing conclusive, but I saw the following on Amazon.com, and it makes interesting reading, and seems to explain a lot of the unexplained aspects of the book, even if it isn't too well written. "This is not a tale of love in any conventional sense. Rather, this is a story of a predatory, perverted love, if about love at all. Indeed, I will concede that the artwork is truly extraordinary. The suspense is palatable, and the language is poetic. But they are mere distractions--window dressing--to what is really going on. The beauty and suspense are meant to throw the reader off, to make him want to read too quickly and not carefully. The author has created something that not only works on many levels, but can also appeal to many people on different levels. A very difficult task, to say the least. But there is a genuine disrespect in the way he tricks people into believing that this is a great 'love' story. At first glance, the trilogy seems to raise more questions than it answers. However, the answers are strewn amidst the prose of the postcards and letters. Without revealing the plot, the trilogy is replete with references to Yeats' "The Second Coming," even down to the reference to the sphinx. Yeats sees the sphinx rising up to bring forth the end of the world. The indignant "desert birds" (line 17, a.k.a. humans who foresee the Second Coming) try to stop the sphinx from bringing about the end of the world, but their task is impossible. In the end, Yeats reveals no hope for the continued existence of humanity. This is relevant because the character "Victor Frolatti" in G&S is the author's personification of a desert bird. Furthermore, one of the postcards, with the very symbolic picture of a child on it, has in the fine print at the bottom that says, "and what rough beast...slouches...to be born." Straight from Yeats' "Second Coming." This postcard is addressed to a new stranger no less, and it begins exactly as did the first one she sent to Griffin: "It's good to get in touch with you at last." Sabine signs her name "Sabine M. Strohem," not "Sabine Strohem-Moss" or "Sabine Moss." Some may think, mistakenly, that since she has included the 'M' she and griffin must be married and living happily ever-after. I think not. She's added the 'M' almost as if it's a trophy. And note that the stamp is the gold fish breaking out of the glass--the picture on the first postcard presented in the first book. By the way, "The Second Coming" is not about the resurrection of a kind, benevolent Christ, it's about the resurrection of an omnipotent judge with an iron fist. It's easy to be clouded by the muse of an apparent romantic love story to even worry about the discontinuity here. In short, and at its core, "The Griffin and Sabine Trilogy" is a study in deceit and evil. Griffin receives a postcard in the mail from a stranger. The stranger knows things about him that no one else knows via 'powers' that she somehow possesses. This stranger uses her cunning to evoke feelings from Griffin that he has never felt before. Griffin eventually surrenders himself to her, and in doing so, ultimately seals his own fate. Sabine feeds her own thirst by destroying her prey from the inside out; not metaphorically, but quite literally. She is the true personification of evil. And when she has finished with Griffin, she moves on to her next victim, ready to add him to her collection of vanquished souls. This is the only logical conclusion that can be drawn after examining all the evidence. She is a predator, and those she seeks out are her prey. She uses her powers to reveal the most vulnerable aspects of her victims, and then attacks using 'love' and 'passion' as her camouflage. "The Griffin and Sabine Trilogy" is not exceptional because it's a great love story; rather, it's an extraordinary study and presentation of the complexity of human nature disguised as a great love story." Weird eh. Well, this e-mail is already way too long, so I'll just finish by saying that I think the situation with David White's mp3s is appalling, and I have e-mail BPI to that effect. I hope they withdraw their complaint. www.fastcow.co.uk www.eurosexuals.co.uk Peter Carter p.s. Can't wait to see everyone in Brighton, just don't laugh at me if I wave too much. ;) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ola1212 at xxx.pl Wed Feb 6 15:59:58 2002 From: ola1212 at xxx.pl (ola szkudlapska) Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2002 16:59:58 +0100 Subject: Sinister: "it's not the weight of the world on your shoulders, it's just the weight of your head" Message-ID: <008501c1af27$a5585720$d1684cd5@default> why did i forget about that? tut tut yet the darkness is rising now, and, oh, it just feels so good ..thank you to everyone who helped.. :) dear sinister, this e-mail will basically be an attempt of re-telling the events of my Wonderful Weekend with Magical Miss Maja and James the Star (i ALWAYS read that far! :) oooh, where to start! *deep breath* on thursday evening i got on a bus from warsaw to szklarska poreba, equipped with little luggage and a walkman plus loads of tapes. a walkman was essential, as it is quite impossible to really sleep on buses. (i did try and devise some cunning sleeping positions but no matter how i tried to curl up on the 2 seats i had for myself, after about 30 minutes my neck would hurt/my arm would hurt/someone would turn on the light. ouch) i arrived in szklarska in the morning.. the town is truly lovely, situated in the mountains, mmm... maja's house is right near a ski-slope, so when you look out of the window you see all the skiiers criss-crossing the snow, brilliant! :) oh, it was so nice to meet again.. maja's leg is ok now, but she still keeps the plaster in her room - it looks like some modern sculpture! :) we talked and listened to music and played with the cats and recalled our visit to london and watched some monty python skits (maja has LOADS on her computer! fabbb!), and wondered whether james would arrive safely.. ..james' travel was far more exciting than mine, obviously. not only was it much longer and included numerous buses, he also had his phone card eaten by a public telephone, popped in the police station in szklarska poreba, and got sent to the tourist information centre, from where a nice lady called maja and poor james could be promptly saved. phew! i'll let him fill the story with details, though, and move on.. ..in the afternoon james was subjected to a great amount of polish music.. :) then we all went for a walk which included loads of climbing up and sliding down.. the snow had partially melted and it was really slippery.. it was already dark when we were coming back, so many stars in the sky.. *gets dreamy* oh, but then came the Eventful Evening! :) maja took james+me to her favourite pub, where we all got Happily Hammered = ) we played one of Ken Chu's Alcohol Games and decided we had been sold Liquid Lead instead of beer. un-tasty. Unbelievably Un-tasty. so we ordered some posh drinks. which were BLUE and *very* tasty, for a change. yum! however, then something strange happened... ..the music changed. happy mainstream radio suddenly turned into monotonous wailing, which could well suit some Meditating Monks, but somehow didn't seem fitting for a pub. we had some theories... 'it's whale music!' 'no, it's not, we're being hypnotised! can't you hear? this music is like: "go hooome... you are druuunk.. leave this plaaace!" ' 'hmm, it reminds me of david attenborough's wildlife programmes..' ..and then it happened. (moment of suspense) james saw dolphins in his drink! :)) 'look, look, how they're dodging the ice-cubes! ooh and there's a cameraman hanging from the straw!' 'oh yeah, i can see them as well! brilliant!' we were hypnotised then, no? ;)) on our way home we tried to dance the hoky koky, but didn't really succeed (too few people, baa). we also tried to sing some belle and sebastian songs, and kept failing miserably (double baa). we decided we must have been, like, the worst sinister people ever(!) first we would discuss for ages which song to choose, and when we'd finally agree, we would sing some 2 lines and forget the lyrics. (mind you, we were perfectly synchronised when it comes to that ;) so we thought up our own song instead. i won't include the text here, as it's going to be the next 'feel-good hit of the summer' ;) the evening climaxed in "majolajam"'s conspicuous visit to #sinister (we love life, we love dolphins, etc. repeated a lot of times, hmm :) so came day two.. on day two we went to a nearby city of jelenia góra, where maja+i dragged james to see harry potter. = ) the slight problem was that the film was dubbed into polish but, well, mr dancing-hatchback wants to learn the language, y'know! ;) we wandered round the town and came back to szklarska in the evening.. ..and threw a mini-party in secret from maja's parents = ) loads of good music was played and some alcohol was drunk and we even got round to drawing(!). numerous works of art came into existence, the most splendid of which were: The Sexual Harrassment Of Jarvis Cocker (by Majetta :) and The Magnificent Deformation Of Debbie Harry (by Jamesso). i cannot really draw, so i mostly contented myself with dancing+singing (i must have been quite annoying). the evening continued with The Great Escape Into The Wardrobe (ever listened to sigur rós when hidden in a wardrobe? no? well try it! ;)) and then we all went 'Oh, Let's Go Out&Get A 2nd Bottle Of Wine!' it was about 3am methinks. ah well.. we didn't go to sleep till about 5 or so = ) lalala.. and i had to leave on sunday.. *grrs at school* gorgeous sunshine outside and i'm spending the whole day on a train.. *grrs some more* anyway, i'd best be off... /waves at the people in szklarska+hugs :) cheerio! cheery-ola (lalala :) ps. miss ulla your picture is lovely and will be framed and exposed in my room paljon kiitoksia!! :) miss silvia your tape was a fab surprise, thank you thank you loads&loads :) mr secret, you'll see bel+seb soon enough, i'm sure.. in the meantime, keep smiling! *hugs* and i'll mail you all soon.. gosh, i'm so behind with things(!) -- Określ Swoje potrzeby - my znajdziemy ofertę za Ciebie! 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Wed Feb 6 16:59:26 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Wed, 06 Feb 2002 16:59:26 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I love my car (but I love God more.. and Jordi) Message-ID: Hi sinister, I have proved in the past couple of days that God loves me, since for the past few days I had to walk to work every day since my car was knackered and in need of repairs - and those in the UK will know that we are having a season of hurricane at the moment (yesterday afternoon there was a hailstorm was was so heavy that it formed a slurpee-like layer on the roads). Guess what.. I don't have an umbrella! So I was dreading walking to work - but miraculously, it never rained A DROP from 7:45am-8:30am and 5:00pm-6:00pm to on each of my walking days! (it rained throughout other times). God Loves Me! And I love God too. Speaking of religious matters, Did you know? Buddists all exclusively listen to Drum 'n Bass, Jazz and Easy Listening and no other forms of music, because they are too at ease with the world and thus aren't miserable enough to care for the whiny lyrics of Morrisey despite the beautiful melodic tunes that often go with them. Ask any buddists - you should see Dahli Llama, he has souped up his sandals like any boy-sandal-wearer would, with loud KENWOOD bass speakers fitted on, aluminium spikes coming out the side, etc. etc. My not very boy-racer car is ready for collection in half an hours time, in full health once again (hopefully), but last night I had a bad dream: I was driving to this place to see my girl in my car, but for some reason I forgot that I have been out drinking all day and was actually pissed, and I crashed the car that I just got fixed, and despite my crying and begging they refuted my driving licence, so I couldn't see my girl ever again. Then I woke up, and I wasn't drunk, my car is about to be fixed, and thus if I had a girl who lives within driving distance, I could drive to pick her up for a ride, and she'd love it cos my car's great and she can sing "I love my car" in it, even if she's buddist, cos it's not a miserable whiny song. God knows what I just wrote... see some of you in Brighton, hopefully! Divine Interventions and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: I love Jordi, he loves the Red Bull Dozers _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lilywhite at xxx.net Wed Feb 6 17:03:24 2002 From: lilywhite at xxx.net (LilyWhite) Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2002 12:03:24 -0500 Subject: Sinister: You May Needs Sweets to Swallow This Message-ID: <000a01c1af30$de847c00$e4623118@buf.adelphia.net> Allow me to apologise in advance for anyone who recieves this as a cross-post, though I don't reckon it will be many... Just a post from another list that I thought was particularly well put. To put a fine point on it... errr... ------------------------------------------------------------- Subject:Open Mouth, Insert Elitist Arse To:droneon at lists.no-fi.com Firstly- allow me to raise my glass to kicking a dead dog, you lot do it better than any. In fact, you almost make me wish I'd never joined the list. I might have known that allowing me to subscribe without being subjected to any severe hazing or beer ritual would be a clue in. I think being a member is punishment enough most days (I say this with love). Am I to understand that, whether it's U2 playing the SuperHole or The Ramones with Nissan it's generally accepted that it's taboo for professional musicians to get paid a wage (that constitutes a living)? If this is the sort of truth you maintain I beg you to take note of exactly how daft you look, you silly nay sayer you. At last glance the entire point of becoming a professional in any given endeavour is to make a living at it(granted some more substantial than others). Otherwise, we'd all just be the bloke sitting behind a laptop, tinkering that 37 minute loop to perfection with Pro Tools. I wouldn't like the world as much then. I more get the feeling that it's the level of integrity with which one accepts said payment that is of particular concern. In the event that I am right, I'd like all of you wee cogs, trapped behind desks, performing menial, mundane tasks- having the same exact phone conversation SEVERAL times a day, to the point of tedium, to stand up. Stand up before the direct deposit of your wage comes through and declare that this is the sum total of your life force and what was destined to become of you OR protest every task, every phone call, every sheet of paper or moment of your day that you feel was a wasteful, insignificant or in vain. Go on, put down your staplers, shove your mouse aside, put that call on hold and demand what your worth(and see if there's anyone in the world who agrees with you) or keep mouthing down every handful of shite that comes your way and be thankful that it keeps you fed, fuckwit. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jasonandreas at xxx.com Wed Feb 6 19:56:26 2002 From: jasonandreas at xxx.com (Jason Andreas) Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2002 19:56:26 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Heheheh. Message-ID: <005501c1af48$5d250d60$a59d7ad5@oemcomputer> I found this link, which is faintly amusing, yet faintly insulting at the same time. Ach well, enjoy... http://www.splishsplosh.co.uk/belleandsebastian/song.html - Jase x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jpayne at xxx.org Wed Feb 6 23:19:16 2002 From: jpayne at xxx.org (Jenny Payne) Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2002 18:19:16 -0500 (EST) Subject: Sinister: v a l e n t i n e s In-Reply-To: <005501c1af48$5d250d60$a59d7ad5@oemcomputer> Message-ID: Phew, Well all of the SinisterValentines have been sent out... so if you wanted to participate and didn't get a mail entitled "Your Valentine!"... then let me know. I made 12 matches and it took awhile... I tried to match things up as closely as possible to your requests. There were an even number, so, (sniff)... I ever-so unselfishly matched them up and I am now Valentine-less. Soooo who wants to be mine? :) Jen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lilywhite at xxx.net Thu Feb 7 06:23:05 2002 From: lilywhite at xxx.net (LilyWhite) Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2002 01:23:05 -0500 Subject: Sinister: You May Needs Sweets to Swallow This Message-ID: <000c01c1af9f$e8e272a0$e4623118@buf.adelphia.net> ----- Original Message ----- From: LilyWhite To: Sinister Sent: Wednesday, February 06, 2002 12:03 PM Subject: You May Needs Sweets to Swallow This Allow me to apologise in advance for anyone who recieves this as a cross-post, though I don't reckon it will be many... Just a post from another list that I thought was particularly well put. To put a fine point on it... errr... ------------------------------------------------------------- > Subject:Open Mouth, Insert Elitist Arse > > To:droneon at lists.no-fi.com > > > Firstly- allow me to raise my glass to kicking a dead dog, you lot do > it better than any. In fact, you almost make me wish I'd never joined > the list. I might have known that allowing me to subscribe without > being subjected to any severe hazing or beer ritual would be a clue in. > I think being a member is punishment enough most days (I say this with > love). > Am I to understand that, whether it's U2 playing the SuperHole or The > Ramones with Nissan it's generally accepted that it's taboo for > professional musicians to get paid a wage (that constitutes a living)? > If this is the sort of truth you maintain I beg you to take note of > exactly how daft you look, you silly nay sayer you. > At last glance the entire point of becoming a professional in any given > endeavour is to make a living at it(granted some more substantial than > others). Otherwise, we'd all just be the bloke sitting behind a laptop, > tinkering that 37 minute loop to perfection with Pro Tools. I wouldn't > like the world as much then. > I more get the feeling that it's the level of integrity with which one > accepts said payment that is of particular concern. > In the event that I am right, I'd like all of you wee cogs, trapped > behind desks, performing menial, mundane tasks- having the same exact > phone conversation SEVERAL times a day, to the point of tedium, to > stand up. Stand up before the direct deposit of your wage comes through > and declare that this is the sum total of your life force and what was > destined to become of you OR protest every task, every phone call, > every sheet of paper or moment of your day that you feel was a > wasteful, insignificant or in vain. > Go on, put down your staplers, shove your mouse aside, put that call on > hold and demand what your worth(and see if there's anyone in the world > who agrees with you) or keep mouthing down every handful of shite that > comes your way and be thankful that it keeps you fed, fuckwit. > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lilywhite at xxx.net Thu Feb 7 06:25:13 2002 From: lilywhite at xxx.net (LilyWhite) Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2002 01:25:13 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Hello....? Message-ID: <001201c1afa0$34939580$e4623118@buf.adelphia.net> Anybody in there...there...there...there...there...? (just the right amount of fading echo/delay) It's gone eerily quiet in here and it's making me nervous. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mateamo at xxx.com Thu Feb 7 06:56:39 2002 From: mateamo at xxx.com (miss maple) Date: Thu, 07 Feb 2002 06:56:39 +0000 Subject: Sinister: jeff has arrived what a super idea! Message-ID: SINISTERIANS!!!!!!! HOW ARE ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL SUPER COOL HIPSTERS DOIN' TODAY? TO jeff has arrived, highschool final flunky here! i think your idea rocks...i'll read yours if you read mine...oh yeah... i didnt FULLY fail my finals after all. Math...C-...English...A!...Art...A! and all the rest im too ashamed to say...BUT...hey! it's highschool right? and anyways my school's guidance/college prep. counselor has high hopes for me to go to some hippy school in Idaho...so im quite excited Things are looking up fellow Sinisterians...a brand new semester, and hey! maybe i'll be studious and smart and all those cool good super things...anyways i heard belle and sebastian are totally into eduacation! "She gave herself to books and learning" Matea... (Miss Maple) _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stankin_cooter at xxx.com Thu Feb 7 08:04:59 2002 From: stankin_cooter at xxx.com (Stankin' Cooter) Date: Thu, 07 Feb 2002 18:34:59 +1030 Subject: Sinister: Its high tide again Message-ID: My lovelies: Well, I generally try to limit myself to pestering you once every couple of weeks or so at the most, but I feel compelled to respond to Rachel�s post, so I will. I recently said that I have no nostalgia for childhood, and I don�t. I don�t want you to think, however, that I�m some sort of grown-up. Things are getting better as I�m growing older, but it�s not as if it�s because I�m living more of a serious, adult life. Far from it. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. I completely agree with everything that Rachel so eloquently said � she makes a compelling argument. I think one of the best things you can do for yourself is hang onto the child-like side of your nature, and really experience the world around you. Part of why things are getting better for me is that I�m allowing myself more time to do exactly the sort of things she�s talking about, and a great many of the resolutions I�m making are to do with allowing myself even more of that. I went to the museum and the zoo the weekend before last with a group of my mates, and had an absolutely fantastic day. Some people I talk to look at me a little strangely when I say that�s what I�ve done with my weekend, but I�m a regular at the zoo, particularly, and it�s always a whale of a time. (Actually, they don�t have whales at the zoo. A hippopotamus of a time, anyone?) Admittedly, we spent much of our time giggling at different sorts of animals having sex (or attempting to have sex) with one another, or doing poos of varying sizes from varying heights, but it�s quite something to spend a free-feeling day with good friends just soaking up the world. Even if you do wind up paying perhaps a little too much attention to the smuttier bits of it. As for being able to fantasise and dream, I�ve being doing plenty of that lately, and it�s had more influence on my recent decision making than any of the many practical concerns involved. It�s rather exhilarating. The people in my life are the most important thing in the world to me, but when I have spare time that�s not based around spending it with them, it�s all about reading and writing and listening and watching, and occasionally also ham-fistedly picking up a guitar or paintbrush. These sorts of pleasures let me know what the world is like, and occasionally let me know what I�m like as well. It�s absolutely key to allow yourself time for a walk through the park, a lap of the art gallery, or just to sit and do a drawing that your mother wouldn�t even be proud of, if she did still take an interest in such things. I think that what Rachel calls the �opportunity to be childish� is exactly what was missing from my childhood, and exactly what I�m only just discovering now. So your nostalgia is completely understood by me, even if I don�t share it. I certainly wasn�t criticising anyone for it, and I hope nobody (including Rachel) thought that I was. I was actually feeling slightly mopey and sorry for myself, which prompted the comment. I guess that�s what a solid bout of navel-gazing will do for you. I don�t want a house and a car just yet, and I don�t want to invite contacts to dinner parties. I like to dress like I did when I was four years old. I have genuine, scruffy friends I can actually tell things to and learn things from, and I�m more than happy to pay rent and walk to work. And every now and again I really do get to notice the colour of a leaf, if I�m not in too much of a hurry to get there. Aunt Sadie keeps telling me that I�m tired, and that I need to get out of the office and into the sunshine. She�s a wise old stick, that one, when she�s not peddling lies and gossip. Or teabagging. /me shudders Now that�s definitely more than enough out of me for the time being � sorry to bother you two days on the trot. I�ll pull my head in for a bit. Stay enhanced with added baking soda and peroxide for extra whiteness. Bulk love, -David. PS: I agree with everything that Rachel said in her post, and thank her for it. You�ve certainly got no cause to hang your head in shame, m�dear. But I was, however, shocked and dismayed at her list of tasty vegetarian sandwiches, when I noticed the glaringly conspicuous absence of my beloved Vegemite. There�s no better sarny, I promise you. If you can�t get Vegemite in your part of the world, please email me your postal address, and I�ll send you a jar. You�ll thank me for it. >From: LilGrape25 at xxx.com >Reply-To: LilGrape25 at aol.com >To: >Subject: Sinister: Its high tide again >Date: Wed, 06 Feb 2002 09:23:06 EST > >Good Morning, > >First period free and I'm in the lab posting, trying to avoid the forced >company of a particular twit named Reva. Oh, the joys of routine! > >David posted to reprimand us all on our consistant and shameful list >abuse..and I couldn't tell whether or not I should hang my head in shame. >He also said: > >"I don^�t think I share the nostalgia for childhood that seems to be a >common theme on this list. There have been ups and downs at every stage, of >course, but the overall trajectory of my life is still heading upwards. >Things, on the whole, get better every year. I^�ll be unstoppable at one >hundred and three." > >My nostalgia (though some would consiter me a child, I do not!) is mostly >for the opertunity to be childish, something that is discouraged past >childhood, but really does not have to be and should not be. Why does a 6 >year old have the priviledge of being creative and told everything that >they produce is wonderful and beautiful, and not a 15 year old? or a 30 >year old? or a 70 year old? Why are children encouraged to imagine, to >have fantasies and dreams, while the rest of us are told that we have to be >realistic? Children are treated the way all of us should be, that >everything they do- accept for things that are mean to others- is >worthwhile. They are praised for their basic abilities. They are encouraged >to listen and observe the world around them, and are taken to all sorts of >interesting places, for the reason that it is part of their world and they >should experience it. When was the last time you went to a firestation or >a police station or a post office or an aquar! >! >! >ium or a museum? when was the last time you really had time to look at >leaves or pumpkins or the color of everyone's clothing or number of pockets >in everyone's pants. We don't stop benefiting from these experiences once >we are able to handle more complicated ideas! I miss the opertunities of >childhood, I miss being told that I am wonderful just the way I am, I miss >being open minded enough to appreciate what everyone has to offer to the >world. > >Last night I had my mother's terrible vegetable soup and a fig paste >sandwich. It was one of the first truely painful vegetarian meals since I >stopped eating meat a few weeks ago. The rest of my family were having >turkey and roast beef sandwiches, and I wanted one too. I don't like >cheese so there aren't many sandwich options for me any more. I started >thinking of yummy sandwiches I could still eat to console myself, and here >is my list. Does anyone have anything to add? > >peanut butter and/or jelly >fig paste >lettuce and/or onion and/or tomato >bananna with or without chocolate sauce >peanut butter and wheat germ >mustard >roast vegetables > >oh dear, out of ideas and out of time! Hope this wasn't list abuse! > >I love you all, > >Rachel Grapenut > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at 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! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rwr at xxx.uk Wed Feb 6 17:08:34 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Wed, 06 Feb 2002 17:08:34 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Teabag love Message-ID: Hello, First off Brighton. Is there a particular hotel like in Peter's dream which is going to be graced with a Sinister collective over the weekend or are people just making their own plans, bunking round each others' homes? If the latter's the case then I need a place to stay!!, I'm quite skinny, you could just fold me up and tuck me in a corner somewhere! I've done what could be a foolish thing, lent my B&S CDs to someone who doesn't care. Within the hour TBWTAS was drunkenly swiped off the table to smash open on the grimy pub floor 'oopps!' Just about restrained from screeching like a banshee and diving to its aid whilst she rubbed it further into the grit-stridden carpet before getting a hold. Steven M Rhodes wrote: >Last week I was making a cup coffee and after pouring in the milk, I had >this momentary lapse of reason and instead of putting the milk back in the >fridge, I put it in the cupboard. Have you ever done this? I did a similar thing but with a cup of tea made from cold tap water rather than hot kettle water, stared at the milky white emulsion as it rose thinking 'why is this not brown?'. According to Jill this is a sure sign of infatuation, the morning after she thought herself first in love she spent five minutes trying to cram a box of Shreddies into her fridge, 5 minutes is quite a long time to be in a daze esp. when she starts removing blocks of cheese and the like from the fridge to make room for cereal. The same day she walks into school with a pepper pot lodged in a coat pocket. My friends are currently working hard on the equation teabag + cold water=? Despairingly their answers have nick-names like Hairy Baz "no don't meet him it'll put you off!" Brave face, brave face... Right, I'll admit it to 1,500 strangers instead of 4 close friends mainly 'cause I get the feeling you'd understand better when I say I think it is love but the guy is pale and gangly and shy and cares about nothing but music. At least I thought he was shy, that was one of the 'must be love' moments (don't really know as no prior experience) when along came the mortification of seeing him happy and comfy with a girl with pretty hair who you hate all the more because she seems so nice. So it wasn't shyness towards me so much as it was a kind of polite contempt. If this was a soap opera you'd be groaning at the old predictable plot, thankfully it took me an hour rather than several episodes to figure out she was his sister but it left me shaken at just how badly I'd reacted. Now all his actions round me are hesitant and ambiguous whilst mine to him are clumsy and make me cringe when making tea. Oh now look what I've gone and wrote, I'll send it now before I sleep on it and see it for the stupid, self-indulgent tripe it really is. Becky xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From astrid.wiezell at xxx.se Thu Feb 7 11:41:11 2002 From: astrid.wiezell at xxx.se (Astrid Wiezell) Date: Thu, 07 Feb 2002 11:41:11 Subject: Sinister: Selfish promtion. Message-ID: <245063100@spray.se> Um, hiya, yeah. I just thought I´d let you all know that our band nowadays have a new name and a new site. And three ugly pictures of me where I look like an arse! Who would like to miss that? No one, I hope. Or do I? Whatever, here´s the address: http://cookielove.has.it so check it out. Under press there´s a horrible picture from when I was in the local press with my friend Emelie. Too good you don´t know Swedish so you can read what I say, hehehe. Anyway, i just thought I´d make a bit of slefish promotion here. Sorry. I got tickets by the way, to B&S in Stockholm. Absolutely thrilled about it! Hurrah! This saturday, it´s Ryan Adams, the fourth of March it´s the Strokes... my concert future seems really good. Oh yes, the band, The Cookie Love, have our first gig this summer, at the Orminge Festival. It´ll be like 150-200 people but still, that´s enough for me :) I´ve got stragefright you know. Just made a big big big test. The national tests, uuh. Swedish, the essaypart. I wrote one on of the fime themes; Having the courage to be visible. It went alright I hope. Well, I should quit now, or else I´ll be late. I have quite a full schedule today, I´m off to eat nwo, then I have to stand in line for signing up to a skitrip with the school over a day, and then I´m going to go to a meeting with the festivalpeople. That´ll be really scary. This is probably my worst post *ever*, including my overexcited post about B&S coming to Sweden. Take care everyone, Love, Astrid x _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Skicka gratis SMS på http://mobil.spray.se +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Thu Feb 7 13:28:25 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2002 13:28:25 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: do not read this if you're not coming to brighton, as it will be quite boring Message-ID: BRIGHTON THIS SATURDAY FEBRUARY 9TH, 2.30PM ONWARDS ok, here it is again. i will meet the sinister express at brighton station at 14.27. i imagine we will dawdle there for about 15 minutes saying hello and waiting for latecomers from other directions (yes, you, peter). we will then adjourn to the george pub at the bottom of trafalgar street (sharp left downhill at station exit) where vegetarian food and lots of beer will be available. so if you are driving, coaching, flying, swimming or otherwise arriving later, find us there. free parking: pretty much non-existent. accommodation: one sofabed at mine (sleeps 3 skinny boys), plus enough floor for about 5 others with own sleeping bags. the last train back to london is the 23.02, although anyone who wants to stay for clubbing (i plan to go to POD - retro pop, punk and rock) could get the first sunday train at 4am. after friday afernoon use my archel at iname.com email, and for directions/further info/general reassurance on the day call me on 07944 074873. ok! see you then! luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Thu Feb 7 16:32:16 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Thu, 07 Feb 2002 16:32:16 +0000 Subject: Sinister: The macaroniness of the middle Venice dinner Message-ID: Hello sinistees, I followed Dahli Llama's example and become a boy racer last night. Well, kind of. But one thing that is definite is that my car is WORKING again! and it's GRATE! In excitement of the now fully functional automobile, while I was on a long, straight stretch of road on my excursion driving home from the garage, I FLOORED IT! And felt the wind blowing back my hair as it accelerated - 0..10..20..30..40..50..60..70..80..90!..100!..110 seconds later it was doing 60 miles per hour! In my mind tho, I was inside a rocket car, and have I mentioned that my car is great? So I drove it all the way home at break-neck speeds, feeling the wind blowing back my hair, then parked it outside my house, and turned off the fan and my hair stopped being blown back again. It was times like this that I am glad that The Smiths make me wanna dance, rather than cry - "The boy with a thorn in his side" was on the stereo at the time - how I wish I was in a proper boy racer car like an Escort XR3i, with all the aluminium cool bits like spoilers, spikes coming out of the wheel cap... etc. Then I can have "The boy-racer car with a spike on each side" pumping at full volume! mmmm love the yodel bit. woooo ohoooh oh ooooh oh oh oh. Fast cars and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From o.fox at xxx.com Thu Feb 7 16:39:53 2002 From: o.fox at xxx.com (Oliver S. Fox) Date: Thu, 07 Feb 2002 16:39:53 +0000 Subject: Sinister: It wasn't me, it's my first day Message-ID: Hello Sinister list, I'm new 'round here and having be granted release from the Nursery I thought I raise my head and wish you all and warm hello. (Hopefully a beautuful group hug would follow this bravery) Other than this possible outcome I think the teacher would welcome me to the class, "now everyone this is Ollie and he is new to the school" and then she would appoint some of the friendly kids to show me where the loos and tuck shop are. How I loved that tuck shop! Hoping that someone is interested, I'm Ollie, 21 years young and from central Glasgow. Well London originally, and then Aberdeen and now Glasgow so here I am somewhere between London and Aberdeen. I'm a post-graduate student for my sins and I like to look at life through rose-coloured glasses. I once was a cynical man (well boy) but now reformed I like to go through life seeing the prettiest aspects of everything. I hope it's not just that my cynicism has destroyed any hopeful expectations (argh). Great, well anyway I have only recently discovered Belle and Sebastian having noticed their credit for the soundtrack to Storytelling which I though was pretty ace. Only a couple of months later I have all the B & S recordings I can get my grubby fingers on and my friends are fast becoming fans due being forced to listen to them every time they come round or get in my Mini. I am extremely excited about going to the Edinburgh gig on the 1st of April (It had better not be a joke) and hope to see some of you there. Magnetic fridge letters are fantastic. It is such a great way to pleasantly surprise a flat-mate. Well apart from saying how much I love being on this list and sharing in all your B&S and other experiences I shall end this now because a weedy introductory email has to end some where. Big smiles and nervous laughs, Ollie +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From opaline_moon at xxx.com Thu Feb 7 19:12:54 2002 From: opaline_moon at xxx.com (caleb ben moore) Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2002 11:12:54 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: sinister mixtape wonderings..... Message-ID: <20020207191254.25671.qmail@web13802.mail.yahoo.com> halo all just a quick question: does anyone know ANYTHING about the current state of the Sinister Mixtape Battle? .......or if possibly the whole thing has just fizzled out. any help would be appreciated. ---caleb ben aka RAW ===== "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle." ~Plato "Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction." -Antoine de Saint-Exupery __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From blind_lisa at xxx.com Thu Feb 7 19:48:54 2002 From: blind_lisa at xxx.com (Rachel fruitloop) Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2002 11:48:54 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: sinister mixtape wonderings..... In-Reply-To: <20020207191254.25671.qmail@web13802.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20020207194854.1996.qmail@web20207.mail.yahoo.com> �VIVA RACHELS! The mixtape battle is, INDEED, still on! At least on the Rachel Rovers team. It just takes a while. There were 13 Rachels participating in our mixtape, and it started in early November. So, if you figure that you were just about smack dab in the middle of the line, Caleb Ben (aka RAW - Rachel as Well) and you just recently got the tape to Amy Rachel AppleJacks Longcore, then we still have probably at least another 2 months to go! But we are stronger than ever! The tape is now making its way overseas! Hoorah! love, Rachel fruitloop P.S. Any Rachel who was told to pass the tape on to Rachel OJ, AKA Anna, please e-mail me. --- caleb ben moore wrote: > halo all > > just a quick question: does anyone know > ANYTHING about the current state of the Sinister > Mixtape Battle? .......or if possibly the whole > thing has just fizzled out. any help would be > appreciated. ---caleb ben aka RAW > > ===== > "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a > harder battle." ~Plato > > > "Love does not consist of gazing at each other, > but in looking together in the same direction." > -Antoine de Saint-Exupery > > __________________________________________________ > Do You Yahoo!? > Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! > http://greetings.yahoo.com > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To > unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" > to > majordomo at 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! > +-+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Daf_Moore at xxx.com Thu Feb 7 23:11:15 2002 From: Daf_Moore at xxx.com (David Moore) Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2002 23:11:15 -0000 Subject: Sinister: I Could Dance All Night Like I'm A Soul Girl Message-ID: <000001c1b02c$c54ea600$528001d5@oemcomputer> Hi All, The subject was going to be "He remembers Stiff Little Fingers in '78" but someone else already drew attention to that. Rock For Me Belfast Thanks to the band and the Beeb for broadcasting the Belfast gig. Good to hear the full live sound without a load of audience chatter obscuring it. I especially liked the full-on R!O!C!K The Boys Are Back In Town and the eight-hander on The Boy With The Arab Strap. What about the rest though? They didn't broadcast the following songs: My Wandering Days Are Over Slow Graffiti Don't Leave The Light On Baby Cool For Cats Simple Things The Fox In The Snow O Come, O Come, Emmanuel Dog On Wheels Happy Christmas (War Is Over) The strings on Fox In The Snow are beautiful. Please all therefore mail nice Mr Lamacq (steve.lamacq at bbc.co.uk) & try to persuade him to air the rest of the concert. WANDERING ALONE At last a clear version where you can make out all the words. Apologies to Stevie Thomas Jackson for any mistakes in my attempt at transcribing the lyrics to his Spanish tale of a fugitive from justice. All corrections welcome. Wandering alone on the ridge of a coast Lost to the world he had known as a boy He knows his lover lies South in the city Passing along in the sleepiest night Warm in the woods that conceal him from light He is accustomed to hiding from people Taking his time as he crosses a bridge Holding the flowers he picked from the ridge Walking in shadows to his Senorita Safe in the dawn he gets under the sheets His Senorita heavenly sweet Soul(?) that was put there to save and protect him He knows her time cannot endlessly go Traps will be set by the people below She would be caught too and he could not bear it Hoping for freedom he can almost touch Both take for granted as they walk to church He says his prayers and God listens to him "Sir, all I want is the chance to amend Past infidelities. Please do not send Me far away from my wise Me far away from my wise Me far away from my wise Senorita Senorita" There. Someone should do Nothing In The Silence, or better still The Magic Of A Kind Word, if only to convince me that Stuart doesn't actually keep singing "Shake, Mother Goose" throughout it. Keith Watson Fans of Mr Dandycock who miss his contributions to Sinister will have to content themselves with his submission to B&S' Top 10s page where he rates Bowie. Ant I don't remember having plugged anyone for a while so please check out Hefner drummer Mr Harding's solo work. (see www.antpop.com) His album "A Long Way To Blow A Kiss" will be out on 04.03.02? and is lovely - 11 songs, some sad & some sweet, all pretty. That'll do for now. Y'all have fun in Camden On Sea at the weekend. Love, David Moore Chelmsford, UK +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jiffy_popper at xxx.com Fri Feb 8 01:48:59 2002 From: jiffy_popper at xxx.com (Genevieve Wesley) Date: Thu, 07 Feb 2002 20:48:59 -0500 Subject: Sinister: I dream of a Ledaean body, bent above a sinking fire Message-ID: Dear Sinister, I hope you are all well. I have been enjoying Mark C's posts about his furious cleaning habits. I'd hire him to put some of that energy around here so that I could stop using the floor and actually study from a desk...alas there's too many socks piled on it. I was listening to the recent Christmas show B&S played in Glasgow, how lovely the whole night sounded! Everyone happy and singing along with drunken rosy cheeks. Just what is this disco-y 'Cool for Cats' song that everyone knew? I feel like it's some big in-joke that I'm just not getting, like "shoddaywodday". Now what's this, a Belle and Sebastian treasure hunt? David Moore why didn't you tell us?!? I ventured to your K Watson link and stumbled upon the news. ************************************************************************ http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home/ Too much time on your hands? There is to be a treasure hunt. In the cities of Edinburgh, Manchester and London there will be hidden three trophies. If you find one of these trophies, you and a friend will be able to come to whichever B&S British show you want, all three if you so desire. And at one of the shows you can come back and have a beer with us if you'd like, as well. All you have to do is find one of the things! But I'm not going to make it that easy. It's going to be a wee bit of a task, and your going to have to know something about the city in which you are looking. You are going to have to find letters. I will give you a clue as to the location of each letter. When you have found them all, unscramble the letters and get the final clue that ought to lead you to the loot! More details, and the clues to follow in the next couple of weeks. I trust there will be a few you that will make the effort. And I tell you this, whoever finds the London one will really have to strain their brains! But we'll see.. Stuart ************************************************************************ I've always wanted to do a real one, even after reading Christopher Pike's Scavenger Hunt! It all seems so fun and plus Struan is sounding all mysterious and Willy Wonkaish. I love the suspense. Can't you just imagine slightly evil oompa loompas in specially-fitted tiny cardigans escorting you to a secret lair? D�licieux! The ultimate prize should be that after resisting him for the whole day Struan and I dance that final pas de deux between the nutcracker prince and the sugar plum fairy in The Nutcracker. It could all be so beautiful. Kisses, Genevieve p.s. If anyone wants to mail me for fun their thoughts concerning the Yeats poem "Leda and the Swan" feel free. I won't complain! _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jiffy_popper at xxx.com Fri Feb 8 01:49:33 2002 From: jiffy_popper at xxx.com (Genevieve Wesley) Date: Thu, 07 Feb 2002 20:49:33 -0500 Subject: Sinister: I dream of a Ledaean body, bent above a sinking fire Message-ID: Dear Sinister, I hope you are all well. I have been enjoying Mark C's posts about his furious cleaning habits. I'd hire him to put some of that energy around here so that I could stop using the floor and actually study from a desk...alas there's too many socks piled on it. I was listening to the recent Christmas show B&S played in Glasgow, how lovely the whole night sounded! Everyone happy and singing along with drunken rosy cheeks. Just what is this disco-y 'Cool for Cats' song that everyone knew? I feel like it's some big in-joke that I'm just not getting, like "shoddaywodday". Now what's this, a Belle and Sebastian treasure hunt? David Moore why didn't you tell us?!? I ventured to your K Watson link and stumbled upon the news. ************************************************************************ http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home/ Too much time on your hands? There is to be a treasure hunt. In the cities of Edinburgh, Manchester and London there will be hidden three trophies. If you find one of these trophies, you and a friend will be able to come to whichever B&S British show you want, all three if you so desire. And at one of the shows you can come back and have a beer with us if you'd like, as well. All you have to do is find one of the things! But I'm not going to make it that easy. It's going to be a wee bit of a task, and your going to have to know something about the city in which you are looking. You are going to have to find letters. I will give you a clue as to the location of each letter. When you have found them all, unscramble the letters and get the final clue that ought to lead you to the loot! More details, and the clues to follow in the next couple of weeks. I trust there will be a few you that will make the effort. And I tell you this, whoever finds the London one will really have to strain their brains! But we'll see.. Stuart ************************************************************************ I've always wanted to do a real one, even after reading Christopher Pike's Scavenger Hunt! It all seems so fun and plus Struan is sounding all mysterious and Willy Wonkaish. I love the suspense. Can't you just imagine slightly evil oompa loompas in specially-fitted tiny cardigans escorting you to a secret lair? D�licieux! The ultimate prize should be that after resisting him for the whole day Struan and I dance that final pas de deux between the nutcracker prince and the sugar plum fairy in The Nutcracker. It could all be so beautiful. Kisses, Genevieve p.s. If anyone wants to mail me for fun their thoughts concerning the Yeats poem "Leda and the Swan" feel free. I won't complain! _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From MyMomSays at xxx.com Fri Feb 8 05:37:44 2002 From: MyMomSays at xxx.com (MyMomSays at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 08 Feb 2002 00:37:44 EST Subject: Sinister: the end of our fakery Message-ID: <4a.63a90b3.2994be29@aol.com> At approximately 11:30 a.m., February 2, 2002, History was made. An earthshattering decision took place in the backseat of one Nicole Holder's blue Nissan--oh yes, it's true, the legendary band Daniel Tiger decided to split up. The sad bit is, it was my idea. I was curled up against the window, my cheek growing hot from the sunshine, balancing a styrofoam box of scrambled eggs in my lap. Marissa, in the front, fed Nicole bits of pancakes as she drove. I brought it up tentatively, somewhat as a joke, actually. I got a positive response. But the funny part really, is, that Daniel Tiger never existed. What happens after the end of our fakery? The four of us decided on pursuing solo careers--myself recording under the assumed identity of Simone Turner. We kicked around the idea of forming another band called Swimbuddy. Then another one called The Corn Horns. But where's the real ambition? There only seems to be a real motivation to do something that will only amount to a load of more fakery. Around certain people, I am never serious. My friends, for one, my fellow fake band mates, I almost never really talk about what I'm thinking or feeling; I'm nearly always cracking jokes or putting on a silly face. So is this another part of this bizarre friendship where I feel as if I have to constantly be a funnystress? Hmmm. This post, so far, is a bit self-indulgent. But what happens with a fake band becomes real? Do things suddenly seem like they're being showered in fluorescent lighting and nothing really seems as interesting as it used to be? Certainly, being serious, not being fake, it all seems like a bit too much responsibility, wouldn't you agree? So what is it with this phenomenon of "fake" bands--of fictional bands? Why does this happen? Is it lack of musicianship? Some sort of post-modern mockery? Just as a side note: Dimitra and Gneissy's posts were lovely. I am sorry I did not tell you both that earlier. Oh, and, if any of you write fiction, e-mail me privately. We must chat. Toddling off, Mandee +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mrsaudiac at xxx.com Fri Feb 8 08:18:05 2002 From: mrsaudiac at xxx.com (Jennifer Phillips-Bacher) Date: Fri, 08 Feb 2002 02:18:05 -0600 Subject: Sinister: Karaoke; Chicago; Seattle; Apology Message-ID: hello delicious ones! it's 2 a.m. tonight (this morning?) i take on a diaristic tone, if only because it's late and i'm up past my bedtime. additionally, it seems less like list abuse if i write in a confessional style. I begin: Dear diary, tonight I did some karaoke. kicked it off with "these boots are made for walkin'" and finished with a terribly maudlin version of "love song" by the cure (could it really get any more maudlin?). people were weeping, i must confess. a group of attractive hecklers were seated nearby, and lo! one of them was wearing a B&S badge. we shook hands, and off he went. hello if you're out there. so i've been thinking about BOWLING yes BOWLING and I have determined that all of the CHICAGO PEOPLE on the list and I should meet up at Marigold Bowl on Grace & Broadway on Sunday Feb. 17, either in the late afternoon or evening, depending on which time seems the most popular amongst THOSE PEOPLE THAT REPLY! Secondly, on an entirely different, yet pop-related note, o diary, I was wondering if I could possibly be directed to any lovely soul in Seattle who might be interested in joining me on saturday night for Dub Narcotic Sound System & All Girl Summer Fun Band. i'll be in town for something resembling business, and may be lonely and bored. Food consumption: several pieces of toast, with peanut butter; 3 campari & sodas; 3 beers; 1 egg mayonnaise sandwich; several cubes of teriyaki tofu. i hope all of the londoners at Track & Field on Friday night buy my pal Sarah Garrett Sonner a drink or several. oh diary, i have polluted your pristine pages with my unruly penmanship. please forgive me, and allow me to clutter your pages more delicately the next time. and now, I sleep. Jennxo please contact me Seattle and Chicago people! _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Aton.Vdwae at xxx.be Fri Feb 8 11:56:27 2002 From: Aton.Vdwae at xxx.be (Aton Vanderwaeren) Date: Fri, 08 Feb 2002 12:56:27 +0100 Subject: Sinister: B&S in Belgium Message-ID: <3pd76uglr3jsj3s28ghvhdc81o3lt1pnb5@4ax.com> Hello... Still no word from Neil or Katrina, but it looks like the European tour is finally going to happen. If it isn't, I have just spent 18 Euros on a useless scrap of paper rather than a ticket for B&S's one and only Brussels gig. Get out your diaries and note: 7th April 2002: Belle & Sebastian @ AB-club If any Belgian listees out there are interested in having a pre-gig meet-up, then mail me off-list and we'll set something up. Bye, Aton Vanderwaeren. Sing the hymn: http://publish.uwo.ca/~charring/egypt/18nouemp.htm Buy the action figure: http://www.toymania.com/334archives/tomland/aton.htm Read the books: http://www.piers-anthony.com/aton.html +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From h.brown6 at xxx.uk Fri Feb 8 13:13:58 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Fri, 08 Feb 2002 13:13:58 +0000 Subject: Sinister: the part of my brain that says "stop" doesn't seem to be working. Message-ID: <3C63CF16.38081DE4@camb.linst.ac.uk> This is because i have spent another £50 on records and will probably do the same in two weeks time. I am also feeling really weird but in a fab way. On thursday i had a surge of great excitement and since then i have wanted to do lots of things all at the same time. I feel as though i am on fast forward and am becoming suspicious that someone is putting speed in my tea. I also got a FIRST for my written proposal, and i just feel like screaming "wwwwwwoooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" God, i'm sorry, i have been trying to write sensible posts all day but i keep deleting them because my fingers can't keep up with my head. I woke up at 7:30 this morning and jumped around to Lithium by Nivarna whilst pretending my umberella was a guitar. I also fell over by a tree and a small child laughed at me. I am going to see Ben Christian at Dingwalls on the 18th so if anyone fancy's coming along? I also want to get the electric soft parade album so if anyone who has it could give me a rough rundown of what it is like, that would be cool. Where the smeg has David Strange gone by the way?????? Oh dear mother of mercy what is wrong with me, i am usually quite calm, but right now i feel as though i've got a bag of jumping beans in my belly. I might lock myself in the toilet and jump up and down for a while. boing............... boing....................., love hannah Ps, there was absolutely No content here i just needed to move my fingers. Next time i post there will be a, b&s content b, an element of drowsiness c,some kind of cynicism about something +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From benapps at xxx.com Fri Feb 8 14:24:55 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Fri, 08 Feb 2002 14:24:55 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Waaaaaaaalk to the station.. Message-ID: ��won�t you follow me down? Ok, for all those going to Brighton tomorrow from London, who realised that there actually are two pubs in Victoria Station all I can say is SPOTTERS BADGE! So I did some research at lunchtime and suggest we meet in or just outside The Iron Duke which is between Burger King and Caf� Select, but also near to Boots. At 1PM. If you go in the front of the station, it�s on the LEFT. If you plan to come aboard then send me a note if you haven�t done already and then we can try not to leave anybody behind. Cool. My mobile number is 07765 102 990, and the good news is it�s actually working at the moment. Both for making AND receiving calls. I truly am blessed by the good lady fortune. It�s gonna be ace!! Pip pip See you tomorrow or see you later Benapps (the phats n small controller) _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Fri Feb 8 15:07:04 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Fri, 08 Feb 2002 15:07:04 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I'm moronic in essence Message-ID: Sinistees, Just like Hannah Brown (except a very tiny bit taller, and more boy-like), I have been feeling rather bouncy in the past few day, no, not Ratha Bouncy the 36DD prostitute, but the feeling of wanting to bounce around. Maybe it's the time of the month. Or maybe it's just lack of sleep - this is a little known fact, but your brain produces a very minute amount of alcohol constantly, but (un)forutnately it also produces another chemical that neutralises it while you're awake. When you're asleep, however, the balancing chemical stops being produced and that's when you start to dream - you're getting mild intoxication from the alcohol being made. Incidentally that's also why you'd feel hungover when you wake up if you didn't have enough fluid inside you before you sleep the night before, even though you weren't drinking, and this is also why it is often difficult to remember what you were dreaming about when you wake up. When you haven't been sleeping for ages, the balancing chemical gets depleted of its supplies and you start getting more and more delusional, basically you're getting drunk. You either get more depressed, or more happy and your mind stops working rationally. This is when you start making up bullshit about how your brain produces alcohol all on its own - dream on! I should work for some medical research place, I can start a national scare and they will extend alcohol laws to makes it illegal for children under 18 to have less than 8 hours of sleep a day. I'm gonna drink some real alcohol tomorrow though! at Brighton! Yay, might drink some tonight too. Ooh I'm so hardcore. Go me! (ed: yes, ken, go, please, and don't come back until you sober up) OK. Drunkenness and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk Fri Feb 8 16:18:56 2002 From: Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk (Gardiner, Stuart) Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2002 16:18:56 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Memory from last night, it's coming back, it's coming back... Message-ID: <579C0CAF497CD511AD4D00508BBD7AAC0590DC@pikachu.ntu.ac.uk> It's been a while. Well, just under a month actually; but by my normal standards that's a while. I'm very sorry, I've been unfaithful. A mutual friend caught me emailing someone who wasn't on Sinister. So I thought I'd better come clean - it's better if you hear it from me, I think. Don't worry, it was nothing serious, you're still my one and only, and anyway, we were on a break. So what have I been doing, apart from prostituting myself with other friends (not half as much fun as it sounds, believe me...). Well, mostly getting drunk, to be honest. So, no surprises there, then. Highlights included one friend walking round the house during the mourning after the night before in Leeds saying "You, have a headache NOW!"; and the girl I was staying with in Edinburgh spending about a minute trying to get the key into the front door before turning round and saying "This isn't my house!" and moving a few doors down the road... But I won't be getting drunk this weekend. Well, unless you count Friday and Saturday nights, which I don't. Because at those times of the week I usually can't. Unfortunately I'll be in Sheffield on Saturday night, so I won't be able to report back on the Brighton pissup. So I thought I'd report forwards instead. The day will go something like this: people turn up in Brighton, at least one person turns up over an hour late, people get drunk, people gossip about other people, people get more drunk, Archel starts getting smutty, people get even more drunk, people go into the sea, people wish they hadn't got quite so drunk. All you need to take is a sleeping bag, some Alka-Seltzer, and a ruler for good measure (bad joke copyright Rory Bremner last week). Joy! A post from the lovely Genevieve. More joy! Another post from the lovely Genevieve. OK, so it was the same one twice, but you can't have too much of a good thing (unless it's vodka and red bull of course - have too much of that and you're walking on the ceiling for the rest of the evening) I believe this may have been mentioned before, but "Wandering Alone" from the Belfast gig really does sound suspiciously similar to "I Just Want To Dance The Night Away"... And every time I hear the opening of "Wrong Girl", I still wonder why Stevie is so obsessed about looking for Madonna... Has anyone thought about sorting out a meetup (or should that be a pissup?) before / after any of the UK gigs? Maybe Smile could be persuaded to open its doors again, as it did after the last Manchester gigs a few years ago? Come to that, at the moment I'm going to have to drive back from Manchester to Nottingham straight after the gig, unless someone kind offers me a floor in Manchester for the night (not that I'd drop hints or anything... Subtle as a hippopotamous on heat, me...) 8 paragraphs, and 4 of them are about alcohol. That figures. Big Stu +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From blind_lisa at xxx.com Fri Feb 8 16:33:11 2002 From: blind_lisa at xxx.com (Rachel fruitloop) Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2002 08:33:11 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: I will Kenfess to Chu Message-ID: <20020208163311.53821.qmail@web20208.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Sinister! The Cat's PJs asked me why I tend to put Ken Chu in my subject lines and the answer is simple. Because Ken needs special attention and he's cute! Okay, my real reason is more self-serving. It's because it makes ME laugh. A lot. Twice now, I have compiled my favorite bits of your posts to comment on in my very own post, and it just seems to be stagnant, so I don't post anything. It's not because what you kitties are posting isn't good (in fact, it's been grate lately!), it's just that I am finding that my method is becoming a bit too "post-by-numbers" for my liking (although the number thing might excite you Kirsten, I still suck at math!) So, I'm just going to write... Stine thought about me when she heard "Beautiful" the other day and she wrote about crying when she read my post about how I assimilate my life on anti-depressant medication to that song. I cried when I read that Stine remembered mine, I was so touched. That was one of my first posts to the list, before I had adopted the name Fruitloop. Actually, that post was one of the reasons I took on the name... I didn't necessarily want to be known as "crazy" Rachel and it was a good way of referring to myself as crazy whilst strengthening the !Viva Rachels! movement in breakfast moniker solidarity with Rachel Cornflake and the other "breakfast" Rachels to follow. So, there's a bit of a refresher course in Sinister Rachels history. If you want to read my post (the rest of this might make more sense if you do), it's in the archives from September 21st and it's called Crazy "Beautiful" (I'd put a link in here but I'm too sexy!) This sort of relates to what Jimmy Gilmer had written about not owning your moods and what Kate had written about Zen ideas. I deal with it in a different way. I don't own my moods because I am on a drug. I accept the fact that I need medication. I see now that my fear of always being noticably medicated and having my feelings behind a barrier or wall was only an occurance that happened with the particular medication I was on (Zoloft, for those who wonder). Some members of my family still do not support my decision to be medicated, but I think it's mainly because these members of my family know that they probably need medication, too,(doctors have recommended it to them, even!) but they fear the stigma of it more than anything else. If it were anyone else but my family, I could say "screw them, I won't be ashamed for taking a drug that helps me function in all aspects of my life" but when it's my mother, especially... the shame is indescribable. But mostly I find myself feeling good because I know myself and like myself well enough to make my life better, and I know that this can be achieved with medication. Since I posted in mid-September, several things have happened that have changed me. They all directly relate to Sinister. A response to my Crazy "Beautiful" post was from Elise Spry who happens to work in a psych clinic and she suggested I try a different medication called Celexa, which I have been on since November. What a HUGE difference! I am no longer zombiefied by Zoloft and the side effects are so minimal that I don't even notice ANY! I am so much happier. And Elise became a very good friend from that first contact on. She is so sweet! Switching medication wasn't a hard transition physically, it's just that mentally I had a lot riding on this switch... I thought THIS was the answer to the fashion blues, and I just didn't know what I would do if it wasn't. But so far it has been wonderful. So I'm going to have to find a new song to assimilate with my life... I am not saying that everyone should go on medication because they're depressed. I am also not saying that I'm "unique" I'm actually "only slightly mental"... I have panic attacks that are crippling when I am not medicated and I'm under a lot of stress. The medication helps that. I also tend to be very pessimistic by nature, and I dwell on things I shouldn't. I don't do that so much now, the little things don't get to me anymore now that I am on medication. I don't get absorbed in that downward spiral of dwelling on misery. My uncle once said that even as a small child I was "plugged into the world" at a very young age and I can clearly recall being depressed and even angry a lot of the time at the injustices of being a child. This is just the way my mind works. I tend to analyse and dissect things and try to figure it all out. I can't help but view the world in terms of blacks and whites with very little grays. The medication helps me see the grays. And anyone who wishes to talk about medication and mental health with me more is welcome to e-mail me personally. I should also mention that my Crazy "Beautiful" post also got me my first list crush vote and it happened to be from Ben Apps. I credit that post, this list, and Belle & Sebastian for bringing the love of my life to me. So, you lonely kids who joined Jenny Payne's Sini-Valentine Exchange, watch out! You never know when the next legendary Sinister romance will be born! Have fun in Brighton, kitties! love to you all, Rachel fruitloop __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From neil at xxx.net Fri Feb 8 17:00:52 2002 From: neil at xxx.net (Neil Robertson) Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2002 17:00:52 -0000 Subject: Sinister: European Dates Message-ID: <005001c1b0c2$2b393d00$ec04fd3e@neil> They're up on the band site now. I'm not really ready, but you've pressured me into it. Bastards. Neil +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From gltitchener at xxx.com Fri Feb 8 16:48:57 2002 From: gltitchener at xxx.com (gina titchener) Date: Fri, 08 Feb 2002 16:48:57 +0000 Subject: Sinister: i've seen them all and, man, they're all the same Message-ID: fingerprints, that is. fact of the day: in order to make asm's body look the same size as his foot you have to hold his foot three inches from your face. hello peeps i haven't posted since the fab tweequeen of smut herself, archel, temporarily joined the ysm, so i should say at this point that she is extremely groovy, and funny, and, yes, smutty. i'm just sorry i couldn't stay up till 4 discussing the meaning of life and strap-ons with her and sam. the brighton meetup will be ace if she's in charge. but to bellezc zoe and the other hundreds of similarly isolated and skint sinisterettes, who think they're ostracized cos they can never get to meet up's - i think sinister's different when you regularly see the people who read this. i do miss the anonymity to some extent, it's changed from somewhere to say anything and be anyone to a diary that your mum's gonna read and ask you about. obvs, i adore all the ysm and wouldn't want to lose them, ever, but it has changed. revel in your facelessness - you never have to explain your post to anyone so...yeah. i fell asleep listening to judy and the dream of horses and ended up having a dream where struan was dressed as a pirate, eyepatch and everything, due to the parrot reference (i guess). i think that's my most bizarre b+s dream to date. in fact i think it's the most bizarre b+s dream i've ever heard of. there has been much gossip around these parts about some notice pinned on the parish noticeboard entitled perks of being a wall flower, which i insist stops now as it is not available in the village library. i remember the days when the talk was all about some young chap's essay called infinite jest - it's a shame that died out as it is a curiously compelling and, yes, funny book of which i enjoyed all 1000 pages {plus appendix} (i suspect some conspiracy on the part of those who hate double barreled surnames, as it was by david foster wallace). i was waiting to cross st denys' road (you know, near dave dee's banana warehouse) when an irate man pulled up next to the car infront of me, wound down his window and yelled at the driver of the car next to him (an old man) for beeping his horn - when he hadn't! things like that make me so sad, and hateful of man, and sorry for us that that is how we live. it was so childish, and not in the good way that stankin and co have been discussing, just in an 'i can't contemplate anyone else's point of view, they must be wrong' way. so i told him to grow up*. anyhoo. the rainy season is upon us. i hate the rainy season. i have no clean flares left in the world. as a result i have been paying close attention to how others keep their trouser bottoms clean. here are the top 5(and a half) in descending order 1)bicycle clips 1+1/2) flourescent bicycle clips 2)rolling trousers up 3)poppers sewn onto flares so one can reduce their diameter at will 4)carrying a spare pair of trousers to change into (props to migmk) 5)taping up your trousers with black gaffer tape. plus my favourite shoes of all time, purple cord docs, have a hole in! and so can't be worn. "too many of these paragraphs start with 'i'" you're thinking. but bollocks to you. here's another one. i knitted myself a scarf and it's marvellous and all (obvs!) but i need a tip from any other knitters - how do you stop the thing curling in on itself? i've done the good ole knit one perl one and it's turned into a tube.... any ideas? there's something about your 40 year old, japanese maths lecturer saying that a question is a 'no-brainer' that is inexplicably funny. will those who 'believe' please pray that there isn't a strike by arriva on april the 2nd. the rest of you, get ready to put me and my mates up after the manchester gig. (who else is going? will there be pre gig meet up? am i saying all this *far* too early? sorry, i'll calm down. even children don't get that excited that far in advance) a final, sinister-is-grate comment and then we can all go home - wednesday was spent in a blissful izzard-induced state of chuckling in the delightful company trar/f-b (depending on how old you are) and hairy stu, under the auspicious title of eliza grae night (see the archives), due to her inspiration for the event - big thanks to all of them for a fab** night. but with out honey it would never have happened - remember that kids well... i have to go and meet my new housemate (yes! the bitch moved out. ahem, scuse me) and you have real lives to get to so... i guess i'll see you around. take care gina x ps johan? JOHAN? are you there? PLEASE warn me if you're coming over! pps craig chin, are you alive? did you get your sinister xmas present? please mail me if you have/haven't.. well, just mail me. i'll be gutted if that got lost.... the pressies i received were grate (but then one of them was from gneissy - what do you expect? that human being is amazing.) ppps i have been told that upside down badges have been declared 'passe'. well bollocks to you too. as well as being useful, it makes me feel like i know something special. tho probably in a very childish way. *very very quietly. he probably wouldn't have taken such criticism in a mature way. **it would have been perfect if young sam had remembered where he was supposed to be. grrh. careful, sammy, we know one of your middle names _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Cottyn at xxx.com Fri Feb 8 19:30:05 2002 From: R.Cottyn at xxx.com (Richard Cottyn) Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2002 19:30:05 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Hang the DJ?! Message-ID: <000001c1b0d7$298c43c0$6ce27ad5@Cottyn> I must confess I haven't posted for a while-but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about you all! I cut my toenails tonight. I kept getting frustrated at the fact that I kept cutting them wonky, but it wasn't til I reached my second-to-last toe that I realised I had the scissors the wrong way round! Silly me. Just this second I thought of a 'brainteaser' that somone set me last week. I spent a good few days working it out before finally coming to the right answer! It sounds rude at first...but of course it's much cleverer than that... What word begins with 'f', ends in 'k', and means a lot of heat and excitement?! THE ANSWER WILL BE REVEALED LATER ON IN THIS POST! And before you ask, it's not 'flapjack', nice try though... Did any sinisterees spot the cryptic Sean Bean line in Lord Of The Rings?! The first line he says is "the blade...and its still sharp". Now Sean Bean is a Sheffield United supporter, and their nickname is the BLADEs. And he first became famous for his role in the television series SHARPe! How amazing is that! I bet you are totally astounded at this wonderful discovery. Nope, the answer isn't 'flask', good attempt though. Keep trying :) Last night it was the sixth form party. We were in a bar beforehand and my friend goes up to the dj and requests mc hammers 'cant touch this'. 5 minutes later, its played. So i go up and request a smiths song. I said to the dj 'any smiths song', so i was been quite flexible! He nodded his head so i went and sat down again, ready for 'Sweet and tender hooligan' or 'Panic', which is always a fave with everyone. But did he play it?! No! All this chart rubbish for the rest of the evening! Boo! What's that? 'Fishfork'? Heat? Excitement? Not really, sorry you're wrong! I realised this week mainly through looking at the subject lines on sinister that even lyrics that are 4 or 5 words long are often quite obvious as belle and sebastian ones. I guess it's the same with any band but I think it's quite cool that to most people phrases like "I will confess to you", "I missed the bus" or even "you're not listening" sound very normal-whereas to us sinisterees straight off it's like "Ooo! B&s lyric!" 'freak'? Well perhaps some of them are exciting but I don't think that's the answer... Well, ok. You can stop tearing your hair out. The answer to the brainteaser is of course... ... 'Firework!' Heh, I enjoyed it! Congratulations to anyone who got it right without peeking at the answer beforehand. You gain 150 points! (value 0.0001p) This post seems to have included lots of boring titbits. Ah well, I'm sure the brainteaser stopped you from falling asleep! Richard +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From silviarimembriancor at xxx.it Fri Feb 8 19:01:35 2002 From: silviarimembriancor at xxx.it (Silvietta) Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2002 20:01:35 +0100 Subject: Sinister: *Caput Mundi* + Cat Power, Metal Claws Message-ID: <01cd01c1b0d3$10dea7e0$83af1897@default> I'm so very sorry for popping out of the lurkingland in the lousy way I'm about to pop out of the lurkingland, I guess I'm going to say/write loads of kibosh, but I'm feeling too weird to care about that, I'm feeling like jumping on someone and kissing her/him on the mouth slurpgulplike but I can't 'cos I'm all alone right now, me with a moronic granola smile on my muzzle, my laptop, and the loveliest e-mail I could get today - well any day - B&S playing in Rome, the place where I live. :-o God I must sound silly like hell, I guess there'll be hundreds of you who's seen plenty of B&S's gigs, but it's not that easy to see 'em around in my place, I hope you'll turn a blind eye on miss naivety this time at least, I wish I could bug someone else, my boyfriend lives too far from here unfortunately, all I could do was sending him an SMS. :-/ He says he's happy for me, while I'm having a tachycardia-or-whatever-it's-called fit. Oh, I'm glad, not as much kibosh as I feared. I can add some more then. This afternoon I was assailed by a cat, and it wasn't the first time, and it was the same cat. The kid I babysit, his cat, it's a horrible black lamb, he must be 5 kg, and he's my incubus, #he# hates °me° and °I° cannot stand #him#. He jumped on my leg while I was taking him his stupid food, he sunk his awful claws into my blue jeans - and *tore* 'em!, it's the second pair or jeans I've sacrificed so far, and I'm not kidding. It was real humiliating. :-/ Hurrah for D-O-G-S. And then I suppose I could add some few lines like, I've fallen in love with Jim O'Rourke's Insignificance, is there anyone who'd be so kind to recommend me some of his older works, as I am 100% ignorant about him...? :-o Thanks and 1000 sorry's again /Silvia ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ è passato un altro giorno e nessuno nel video ha speso una parola su di me è possibile che io sia vivo? - elettrojoyce - the busy bee has no time for sorrow - william blake - +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hugoles at xxx.com Fri Feb 8 20:20:48 2002 From: hugoles at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Toy=20Stephen?=) Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2002 20:20:48 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: deconstructing lisa Message-ID: <20020208202048.92240.qmail@web13507.mail.yahoo.com> Hello tea-mates, It’s Friday morning; Im working the day shift. Which is quite all-right. Settling in, having tea, brushing the teeth (bring yr toothbrushes with to work; gives you an extra 3 minutes of sleep), reading the Sinister posts & the regular excited email from mum telling me what new icon she bought to prettify her home with Catholic sanctity, these bring me almost to noon. The rest of day speeds on. You wouldn’t believe how many people stop in when they somehow or other discover Im vegetarian. Most of these people were reared on farms; or in Chicago, the Hog Butcher of the World. They begin similarly: You don’t eat any meat? What _do_ you eat? (I could never do that; not enough discipline) See, I grew up on a farm. Ive no problem with going out back, selecting a pig, & leading it into the shed for slaughter. If that doesn’t offend me, why should eating their flesh? They lick their cheeks like you would the morning after smoking a cigar. They want to argue the issue. I don’t care to. But I see depair, confusion, in their faces; an inscrutable sadness that I approximate with words like despair and confusion. I think it’s because a way they learned to live in childhood, a behaviour that was _right_ and proper as a child, was being contradicted. Give me a second, this has a relevant point (I think). The way we find to cope as children becomes the right way to act. And, we think it's courageous to keep the act up. I say all this vague rubbish because of Rachel Fruitloop's appreciated message. When I was 16 I tore my hair out. Bit any piece of skin I could reach. Held my head and crushed (Id hoped) everything inside, spinning spinning, until falling on the ground, breathless and pathetic. I hated being alone. But when I saw my parents, or older sister, or classmates, this supernatural shame gave me the energy to behave normally, if quiet; smiling, if for slightly no reason. being in company was a respite, but I despised myself for acting, so I hated being in company too. There was absolutely no place to go. I remember a friend of mine's mother worked in a pharmacy. I begged her for Prozac for my birthday. I wanted to believe there was a good place to go to. She turned up on the doorstep with my gift -- a bottle of Prozac. She smiled willfully, proud of herself, & I brightened. Now I think I was happy just to admit (however symbolically) to someone that things didnt feel right. She left, I rushed into my room, shut the door, and opened the bottle. The usage instructions were curled and stuft under the cap. I poured the pieces into my hand -- and looked at a palmful of rainbow Skittle candies. I couldnt see the humour in it; it was an impish joke, and well-meant Im sure, but it dismissed my symbolic admittance. I then found sleeping pills. These are the chemical numbing cheap Sominex kind, legal for a 12 year old to buy in the States; not at all safe like the herbal over-the-counter types in Europe. I still enjoy ingesting them. Back then, I had so much rage that my parents couldnt see how badly my insides were corroding. They were remarried, to each other, after 11 yrs of divorce. They had their own problems, I know. Plus, they came from a working-class ethic that my father summed up perfectly when he thought any complexity was being brought into emotions or psychology: 'psycho-babble'. He didnt have time, nor the capacity for the immaterial crises. He learnt to cope, & had no imagination left to sympathise. Im sorry, this email has suffered from a glandular problem & expanded well beyond its compass. I just wanted to say 'Well done' to Rachel Fruitloop for not being ashamed, or accepting of any alienated status, because of medication. I dont know if I would have been (would be) better off with medicine. Maybe. The most detrimental leftover from those years is shame in talking abt things 'slightly mental,' in admitting them & not feeling like a freak . The feelings remain; the coping still seems to work too. But to realise that silent screaming, nightly drugged sleeps, & a normalcy that is so absurd it's a caricature are not enough to draw attention to pain, when striaghtforward confessing is taboo, this dilemma crushes the spirit. So cheers to all the unmental, slighty mental, moderately mental, & extraordinarily mental sinisterines today. I get to go to Chicago tonight to see my sister, & have massive fun scouring faces for lunacy! Ill bring back souvenirs. 500mg & 500 smiles, Toy Stephen. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From india_claire at xxx.com Fri Feb 8 23:11:19 2002 From: india_claire at xxx.com (elise j. spry) Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2002 15:11:19 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: a goodbye post, minus the usual angst Message-ID: <20020208231119.19536.qmail@web20210.mail.yahoo.com> Hey Everyone... So this is it, hmmm? A email inbox filled with 98 unread messages and a new job 'round the corner? Sorry, please let me explain: I've been getting more and more fed up with my Psych Clinic job over the past few months, in no small way because my email and internet have been pretty much eliminated. That resulted in the piling up of approximately one billion Sinister posts and me losing touch with a lot of e-friends. I also started looking for a new job (not just cause of the internet thing - I'm not THAT much of a nerd!). The first place I applied to, I got the job - they'd called my home phone to offer me the position while I was still in their parking lot after the interview, wow! So I just don't have time lately to feel like a real, productive member of the community - and I don't want to be a lurker, that's just not for me. If I can't give you lovely bunch my all, I'll not sit around with my thumb up my ass, reading the few posts I get time to look at and feeling like an outsider. It's not like I'm dropping off the face of the earth - you are all obviously looking at my email address RIGHT NOW! And you can hit the "save address" button and then email me at ANY TIME!! And of course I'll write you back. Well, Sinister-land has been really lovely and good to me over these past few months. I've met some amazing people who I hope will still keep in touch with me... Rachel Frootloop, Miss Stine, Kirsten Kenyon, Sean Howell (mwah!), and all the rest of you I'm too damn tired to mention. I'm sure I'll be back someday. And I'll see you guys on #sinister too, eh? Wish me luck at my new job too... Love you all, Lisey __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From JENOWL22 at xxx.com Fri Feb 8 23:32:55 2002 From: JENOWL22 at xxx.com (JENOWL22 at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2002 18:32:55 EST Subject: Sinister: every day is a dream come true in your S Club 7 house of the future Message-ID: Hewwo, I never can decide if I like children or not. I like the ones that don't try and be mini growedups. But I don't like the ones who are too old for dolls at 7, wear make up at 8, get unsquared at 9 to a 12 year old with a low mental age, have their first suicide attempt at 10 and their first abortion by 11. The pixies in my room have been acting up again. I was playing my guitar, and suddenly my goldfish told me it needed fed so I said can't you wait and it said no and i said ok, and I put my pink plectrum down on the bed and fed bubbles and he said thank you and then I turned back around and the pixies had taken the plectrum. So I looked around for it for 15 minutes because its my best plectrum, before I started to get really annoyed, because you can't just take things without asking and pixies couldn't even use my plectrum on account of them being so small and invisible. Eventually though I gave up, and decided to brush my hair instead. So I opened my drawer to get my purple hairbrush and you'll never believe what was sitting there. My pink plectrum. But the point is i left it on the bed so the pixies either slipped up or they wanted me to know they were there and they were laughing at me. But I don't think there were hard feelings even though I yelled at them and tried to trap them in a bit of paper. Maybe they're not invisible really, maybe they're purple and you just can't see them because everything else in my room is purple. I got full marks for my english essay and its the second time in a row, and there was this yah boy bragging about his full marks and saying no one would beat it and then I told him I had and his face was funny. My fish tried to kill himself the other week. I was changing his water and he jumped right out of the net and down the back of my chest of drawers and i had to move them out only they were really heavy and it took me ages and I was so worried that he would be dead because I love my fish more than anything in the world but in the end he was ok i think. I got really hysterical when it happened though, I was so worried for him, and then afterwards I cried and cried because if he's so unhappy he wants to kill himself then it must mean he hates living with me and even my friend ingrid who is mental said that he must hate me, but then someone told me that fish just do that, and they aren't intelligent enough to get depressed but my fish is really special. How many fish do you know that talk? Toy Stephen said a whole lot of really depressing stuff about being mental which I skipped and then: << She turned up on the doorstep with my gift -- a bottle of Prozac. She smiled willfully, proud of herself, & I brightened. Now I think I was happy just to admit (however symbolically) to someone that things didnt feel right. She left, I rushed into my room, shut the door, and opened the bottle. The usage instructions were curled and stuft under the cap. I poured the pieces into my hand -- and looked at a palmful of rainbow Skittle candies.>> And I think that, in most ways, Skittles are better than Prozac. Because they work on so many more levels. There's the smell which is so exciting, they smell like rainbow, and the colours which make you feel all happy that someone went to all the trouble to make them look so pretty when all you're going to do is eat them, and the fact that when you scoop lots up in your hands they rattle and feel all smooth, and you can choose whether you pick out the colours you like best or take pot luck, or put loads in your mouth at once or not, and you get dye all over your fingers and sometimes your tongue goes all rainbowy and they taste nice too. But the point is they're cheerful and not in an irritating way but in the kind of way that if you have them you have to join in with the cheerfulness and they make you be cheered up, and because its the kind of cheerfulness that makes you see good things about the world, you don't feel empty like you might if you took a drug. There's other stuff that's better than Prozac too like trees and purple and my fish and looking at barbie dolls in shops and ribena and the chocolate fish out of ben and jerry's fish food and when someone tells you they want to be like you and my inpending spider of wonder and magic. And if there's nothing good at all in your life then you're just lying because you can take two steps outside and I bet you can spot at least 10 amazing things from where you're standing. Oh and there's music too, and I don't mean bands that feel your pain man, I mean bands that make your pain go away, and tell you things can be ok and that you should bounce. You can cry, just don't do it all the time, it gets irritating. I have an interview for university on Tuesday. For dentistry in Dundee. I want to be a dentist because I like teeth, and I don't want to be anything else, but I'm very nervous because it's also my first choice uni and I really really want to leave home and catholic school and go somewhere where I probably won't get a kicking and I can even be what I always wanted to be. But I have to make them want me there and I don't know if I can do that. I went for my mock interview at school and they said I was crap and unknowledgable. Damn, that wasn't what I was trying to sound like. Ooh, it's Valentines Day soon. I'm looking forward to it because I have a date (*sticks tongue out*) and I'm going for a meal and everything. And not only that, he's flying up from England especially and im wearing a denim skirt and and and and and and and wait for it, on the 16th I'm getting my spider yay woo and other glad sounding words. I still don't know what I'm calling her though. Someone called me darling and said "love ya babe" to me. Ingrid keeps trying to make me feel guilty about eating meat, even though I've already pointed out that, being vegetarian, I don't do that. And for drinking milk, although I do that, and I don't care that it's supposed to have pus in, it tastes nice and it's good for my teeth and it goes in ben and jerry's ice cream. hugs, Jen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From figure2 at xxx.net Sat Feb 9 02:40:46 2002 From: figure2 at xxx.net (figure2 at xxx.net) Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2002 3:40:46 +0100 Subject: Sinister: call this a song without words, though the words are 'present and correct' Message-ID: <20020209024046.KJGS26370.fep08-svc.ttyl.com@localhost> Olive green fabric. Your typical army-issue tent; world over: Sleeps between twelve and twenty or a hundred or a sultan-general. It's very hot and 1992 years after... whatever. A girl lays her sleeping bag down and arranges her temporary domestic mini-space, with her ruck-sack marking the place of a bedside table. Luckily for me, I'm the only other person in the tent at the time and so it is to me she addresses her request. Shorter than I am (unusual in a boy: passably normal in a girl) she has a beautifully formed face in that I mean everything falls together happily, normally, basically, with a chocolate bob of hair on top and large, dark, Turkish eyes. She is saying: 'Do you have... [oh! for the imploring gaze, my lovely!] cream for the [she furrows her brow whilst examining her English words in her head]... She points at her fore-arm. '... do you have cream for... the animals?' I smile back, in love, and shrug in despair. She never talks to me again. Very little English, see, and she's embarassed, her friend explains, a few days later. She huddles against tall Turkish blokes for comfort and I cuddle against my inner imagination. After all the slight glances and the heart-lock she was, after all, only looking for insect repellant. Mosquitos bite their loves in abundance. Maybe the same mozzy bit us both... It's rather daft because I fall in love an awful lot, so it's a bit cheap. I rarely act upon my desires and, when I do, it has an 100% disaster rate. I'm either deluded or unlucky in the fundamental sense combined with laziness and arrogance in the practical sense. And fear: the trauma: 'be scared of the world, boy, for it ain't going your way!' So, 2002 in the hinterlands of a city railway station; innards painted black in, say, sympathy with locomotive soot and the night: standard rock venue: you know what I mean: it's called 'The Venue'. A chanteuse announces 'This is a song... about trains and animals' and proceeds to sing, a la Francoise'ardeee a song of which I didn't get sufficient vocabularic parts to formulate a linguistic jist. However, I fancy I understood its emotional tenor. As verse built up to an 'OK Coral' denoument of first chorus, the Daniel Lanois-style guitarist (from Belgium rather than from Canada) atmospheric'd-up via delays, samples etc. a thundering rhythm in order to support Francoize Breut perform her shift of breath from ennunciation to modulation of air in a piano harmonica. Startling stuff. Is that feminine bulge in her skin-tight-lycra-black sheer voluptuousness or is there a child inside? 'Where are you, my wedding man, why did you disappear?' she sings for an encore. At some point, one almost expected an up-beat number: something dancy; a burst of pogo-punk. Perhaps even a grin. She wasn't miserable either, though... she was one of those French perfections.. a woman: solid; pensive; stylish; vocal... the kind of person who makes a mockery of 'empowerment' why? She BREATHES substance and, in my chaste imagination (for I shall be chaste in this regard) I am her troubador tonight. I had limited cash and hell: If I'd had more I'd have bought the T-shirt, but I did buy her first album to which, at 01:52am, I am currently listening. Since the concert I overheard dot com conversations and cosmopolitain conversations at a whisky cocktail bar in the bowels of a posh hotel and then, on the train home, without a player, I fingered through the sleeve notes, which have the most beautiful illustrations and I could almost begin to translate some of the lyrics... [by the way, Ken, 'colere' means means 'anger' not 'colour' as you suggested or 'collar' as I did...so 'Ou, ou est-elle passe, ou est ma colere, ma colere?' I suppose* means 'Where, where does my anger go, my ANGER?' On, on, the grounds I'm going to sow, when my distractions are done am I to loose, loose? Suddenly I have nothing and, nothing comes from nothing? Anyways, I'm not angry tonight and if she was, she didn't show it, but she sung the song. We're all normal at times. The album I bought was her debut. The new one is Vingt a Trent Mille Jours. If you're interested, try http://www.francoizebreut.com I've said my bit for tonight. By the time I copy it to the web I'll be done enough. And sometimes things crash. The spirit of Icarus resides. Gordon *my last posting to this list I'm sure was inaccurate about I.Allende being the Argentinian ex-premiere's daughter, as she is from Chile... Katje or Arturo will no doubt know, though at least the former wouldn't deign to read this anyway :) _______________________________________________________________________ Never pay another Internet phone bill! 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From marcbots at xxx.nl Sat Feb 9 11:20:25 2002 From: marcbots at xxx.nl (marc bots) Date: Sat, 09 Feb 2002 12:20:25 +0100 Subject: Sinister: hieperdepiep, please help Message-ID: <82IE2U94LQYWGF982MGBALGMIZUSQ.3c6505f9@catv9108> dear all, finally b&s are coming to holland! and to belgium, france and italy. hieperdepiep! the only drawback is that planned to fly to cardiff on the day they are playing in rotterdam. i have to attend a conference in wales, and i would leave one day before it started to have a look around in cardiff together with robin. robin, i am not coming to cardiff. i'll mail you soon. i'm getting a new plain ticket, for the sunday, and i will go to see b&s. i wanted them to come to holland for so long, i cannot leave holland now that they are coming here. this is where i need some help. i guess the easiest and cheapest way to get to swansea on sunday 7 arptil is to fly to london with easyjet, and then take either the train or coach to get to swansea. i've been looking around on internet, and i can fly to either london luton or gatwick. however, i cannot find much about trains or coaches, so i don't know where to fly, and how to go from there. could anybody with some experience with brittish public transport give me a hand/email? the sooner i book, the cheaper the ticket will be, so a swift response is appreciated greatly. many thanks in advance. other news: two sinistrians are now living in nijmegen. JohaN from south-africa is here to study for six months, and yesterday the first nijmegen sinister get together took place. JohaN brought two friends and a few beers, which were all welcomed enthousiasticly. we had a good time, but unfortunately had to catch a bus much to early. will be continued though. that's all for now. hope someone can help me with the airport thing. love, especially to you, marc +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From bakerbaker13 at xxx.com Sat Feb 9 12:10:00 2002 From: bakerbaker13 at xxx.com (baker,baker) Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2002 04:10:00 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: americans anonymous In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020209121000.22568.qmail@web10101.mail.yahoo.com> gina said... > but to bellezc zoe and the other hundreds of similarly > isolated and skint sinisterettes, who think they're > ostracized cos they can never get to meet up's - i think > sinister's different when you regularly see the people who > read this. i do miss the anonymity to some extent, it's > changed from somewhere to say anything and be anyone > to a diary that your mum's gonna read and ask you about. > obvs, i adore all the ysm and wouldn't want to lose > them, ever, but it has changed. revel in your facelessness > - you never have to explain your post to anyone when i first read this, i immediately wanted to answer her in kind -- tell gina that the grass on her side really is greener. that our geographical anonymity is a curse, that the isolation of america is a burden of loneliness and disillusion. i'm really torn on this issue, though. i've been to europe a few times, and i've been all over the states. everyone has their own attitudes and opinions about the differences and merits of everybody's social situations -- i'm not going to bore anyone with my own half-form criticisms on those matters -- but there have been a few places at least... cities and towns and countrysides i've seen... where something felt more peaceful and friendly and homey than the place i live. heidelberg. county kerry. ashville. wloclawek. it's really quite silly but gina has got me thinking about home. what really makes someplace my home? i heard someone say once that the first step towards realizing nirvana is realizing that everywhere is Home. i'm not sure if that's true. i remember: *standing on the beach in ireland, letting the waves creep up over my toes when i was standing barefoot on the rocks. salt in the air about my shoulders. tiny fish trapped in puddles, waiting for the tide. *a pub in heidelberg, drinking and laughing with the old german men, proud of their wristwatches. *teaching american football to little polish kids in a dirt parking lot, breaking the language barrier with giggling and wild gestures. rolling our eyes like we were drunk. all these moments make up a version of home i'd really like to believe in. a kind of home that includes memories of first kisses and old friends. a home that waits for me between the ancient pages of musty, beautiful dictionaries. a home that has limbs and lips, that i can wrestle and bite on the neck, like a lover, tangled up with me in the sheets and falling over herself, on a bed that is also my home, in a room that is my home, in a house and a city and a world of lucid, tangible softness that always welcomes me, always has breakfast waiting on the table, always embraces you like you've been gone for a year when it's only been ten minutes since you left for the grocery. it's easier to believe in a home like that, i'll bet, when you're in love. but i am not in love. i'm not in lust or quasi-lust. i don't have a single crush. and my home is really just a brick and wooden building in palos, a distant suburb of chicago -- a wealthy, pretentious, faraway dreamland where the only pride anyone feels comes not from their community but from their status therein. where corporate ladders and neighborhood totem poles exist everywhere, like streetlamps. the ground here is littered with atm receipts and half-drunk skim lattes in paper cups. (this is not a message of despair, however.) see, maybe both of my visions of home are valid. maybe i live in a snobby little town in illinois and maybe i live in a world of dreams and memories. my dreams are balanced out by nightmares, you see, and my memories include deep heartbreak and loss. and palos -- for all the strip malls and golf courses and retirement communities -- i still love palos. it is my home, as much as the atlantic ocean and the black forest and the grand tetons are the grandiose homes of my dreams. beautiful, absurd, touchably concrete... we all have real places that will always be our homes, no matter how far we travel or how far we fall in love of any exotic geographies. so tell me. what is YOUR home like? love, baker,baker p.s. at this point i wanted to include a beautiful essay about palos, written by a good friend and neighbor of mine. if anyone is interested, i'd be happy to share it , especially if you'd be willing to give me a little bit of insight concerning your own place of residence. geography -- personal geography -- delights and fascinates me. p.p.s. sorry if i this was boring. people on the list chide themselves often for not including b&s content in their posts. of this i am doubly guilty -- not only do i lack content, but i also lack the decency to acknowledge said lack of substance anywhere in the body of my posts. i really do swear that bee and ess are my absolute most favorite of favorites. i mean it. p.p.p.s. also i wish sometimes i had funnier things to say. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jordi_trenzano at xxx.es Fri Feb 8 18:21:26 2002 From: jordi_trenzano at xxx.es (Jordi Trenzano) Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2002 19:21:26 +0100 Subject: Sinister: =?iso-8859-1?Q?London_won=B4t_let_me_down=2C_I_hope?= Message-ID: <001701c1b0cd$6e761060$61d563d5@teleline.es> Hello: I have awakened from a certain lazyness. Can I have the list of known & unknown listees (for me, that´s it) who´ll attend the London gig ? I just want to know who will I meet there. See you all !!! Jordi +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From MyMomSays at xxx.com Sat Feb 9 21:00:20 2002 From: MyMomSays at xxx.com (MyMomSays at xxx.com) Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2002 16:00:20 EST Subject: Sinister: takin' muh time Message-ID: <166.8900109.2996e7e4@aol.com> Sinister, Allright, so this film Storytelling is out: I've heard some seriously mixed reviews about the film. Two of my friends said it was one of the best movies ever made. Another friend said it was truly terrible. I also heard a rumor that there is a wanking scene to "The State That I Am In": confirm rumors, folks. I can't sleep at night over here, tossing and turning over this bizness. Also, another question: How is it that my last post, which was truly crap, generated *two* crush votes? My mind boggles. I just finished reading a post by Baker, baker and found it truly engaging. Good show, ma'am/mister. She/he asked us to describe our homes; it's odd, because as much as I pretend to despise Colorado, sometimes I really love it here. It's home, I guess. It's hard for me to prescribe the word "Home" because I seem to behave and see everything with a Tourist's eye. A few years ago I was out for the afternoon with some friends and I realized that I act like a tourist wherever I go. Nearly everything seems fun and charming and distanced from myself. Even at the mall, the store displays at the Limited Too, even though completely ridiculous, I find myself ordering around people to take pictures of me in front of such window displays. Even at my local grocery store, I buy souvenirs from vending machines. This morning I drove home from Denver, and I remarked at the dust flying around like a tourist would: "My, it's windy here," as if I come from some place where it isn't windy--does this mean I'm from nowhere? Hm, who knows--either that, or it merely accentuates the fact that I'm a "schizotypal" freakazoid (Editor's note: the author recently took a "personality disorder's" test and was deemed "highly" schizotypal). I think, really, though, that this phenomenon merely boils down to the fact that I am pretty much amused by making fun of nearly everything. I recently revisited the film "Ghost World"; I kept finding myself irked at the nihilistic nature of Enid Coleslaw's commentary--but then--I realized that I am oh-so-guilty of this same thing! Now I find that I am ultra-sensitive to my own commentary and speech. The other night I ran into a kid I sort of knew last year. I was sitting at a coffee house, trying to read Greek Mythology and he decided to sit down with me and CHIT CHAT for a little while. I innocently talked with him, and sooner or later my bullshitter persona took over and I found myself sort of behaving like a hybrid of a valley girl and Phil Hartman; I told him a story about the fact that my computer monitor at work is blue and how people walk by my desk and say, "How's ole' BLUE doin?" and then, after I was done telling the story, I started cackling. He looked at me, confused, and said: "How is that funny? I don't understand how that's funny." And... I couldn't explain how it was funny. As for what Gina and Baker, Baker were talking about--I feel incredibly jealous I cannot attend picnics and drink-a-thons and gigs. I really don't prefer anonymity; I'd rather meet the lot of you in person than hide in front of my computer, basking in pastifying monitor light. Have a nice Saturday, kids, Mandee xxxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From patchworkz7 at xxx.com Sat Feb 9 22:10:16 2002 From: patchworkz7 at xxx.com (JAMES GILMER) Date: Sat, 09 Feb 2002 17:10:16 -0500 Subject: Sinister: I'd rather have a life than a lifestyle Message-ID: "THE GIRL MOST LIKELY TO..." The subject line comes from a conversation Elise and I were having eariler this afternoon during a ramble around the city. We'd just passed two indie boys who were so obviously indiekid poster children it was ridiculous when I'd commented that I was glad we didn't look like anything other than two stunningly gorgeous kids in love; "I'm so sick of people who wear their lifestyles like clothes" "Yup, I just likes wearing the pretty clothes and my Jimmy just likes wearing clothes, period" "I'd rather have a life than a lifestyle" Elise did her own little sign-off post, and I suppose it's time for me to do the same. Not that I don't enjoy Sinister, but it's not "Where I Live"; if you take my meaning. "Cuddleducks and Snugglebunnies" Sinster is indirectly responsible for Elise and I meeting after all (no crush list biz with us, long time readers will no I think the list crush thing is a hideous idea). Hell, if I hadn't joined the list back prior to my Europe trip last spring when I wanted concert info, I'd have never rode out to the west coast to see the concerts or arranged a few Sinister picnics; one of which would see me meeting up with a certain lovely young lady. Let's not forget the lovely posts from the Queen of Kute; Miss Kirsten Kenyon, or the utterly lovely posts from a certain Rachel of the Looping Fruit. Special mention must be made of that oddly quiet Southern Belle, the llovely Laura Llew. "FIRE MAKES DEAD THINGS TASTE GOOD" Before I go I do feel the need (while still wanting to leave on an 'up' note) to say just how much I loved the post that Lilywhite forwarded; "Open mouth, Insert Elitist Arse" indeed. If we ever find ourselves sharing a pub booth I'll buy you a round Lily. The wee spanking that Lily got for ruffling some softskinned feathers convinced me it was time to be a-moving on. "IN THE VILLAGE" Amy Longcore is organizing a piccy-nic and all I can say is I'm glad I don't have to do this one :) Nah, I'm only kidding, I'd be remiss if I didn't say how much fun the meet-ups and picnics were. Cheers to all who attended, and especially to the brave souls who fought a Chicago winter to make the last one. "WHEN I WAS A CHILD, I SPOKE WITH A CHILD'S VOICE" One of the things I love about Elise is that, like me, there's a part of her that's still the kid that shines through. She insists this is part of the reason she loves me. Listening to people complain about lost childhood you realize that it isn't lost childhood or innocence that they're lamenting, but the fact that the world no longer revolves around them, that they are no different, no better or worse than anyone else, and that if they want anything in this world, they're going to have to reach for it. Those people are the children, emotionally immature and a pain in the butt to deal with. Usually annoyingly manipulative to boot. Then there are the people who somehow hold onto the ability to see the world as someplace interesting and fresh. The ability to enjoy life, to live it and taste it, isn't something that's lost when we 'grow-up', it's something that's lost when we let our resentment at the world, at actually having to act unselfishly, control ourselves. I've always liked Sherlock Holmes for the reason that he must be the ultimate child; able to find meaning and life and stories in the most commmonplace objects. Grow up and live. "Karmageddon" Ken said that Buddists are too at ease with the world and thus aren't miserable enough to like the whiny lyris of Morrisey... ...and that explains SO MUCH about me and why I can't stand Morrisey. (okay, okay; "Boy with the Thorn in His Side" is infectious as hell and makes me want to dance, but I still don't care for the Smiths that much) Yes, the Dali Lama does have Kenwood speakers in his sandels, kicking the bass and feeling the harmonics of the backbeat of the universe shiver up his spine with every step. I love the Dali Lama. A religious leader who expouses tolerance and understanding and live and let live and is just smiling all the damn time. Someone make him take a piss test, the man must be high on something. When people ask him what it feels like to be the Dali Lama he just smiles that self-mocking smile and says; "Not famous, just monk...just monk" ...and I'm Just Jimmy. I still think most religion is crap, but I respect the man and the philosophy behind it. "Walk to the Station" Well, it's that time. I had more to say, but it suddenly hit me how unimportant it was. Here's what's important; I have a new book to read. There's the most beautiful girl in the world curled up on the couch in the next room. The Shins' "New Slang" is playing. I feel like dancing with said girl. Love and thoughts to Kirsten, ~stine, Fruitloop, Longcore, Llew (one of my oldest and best Sinister friends, she's too good to me), and all the rest of you lot I've forgotten. "Love is..." A peanut butter and honey sandwich and a glass of milk. Trust me...it's a Zen thing. Relentlessly, Jim _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From r_gillanders at xxx.com Sun Feb 10 01:32:51 2002 From: r_gillanders at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Richard=20Gillanders?=) Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 01:32:51 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: I KNOW you like me. Message-ID: <20020210013251.83208.qmail@web13802.mail.yahoo.com> TYPICAL ME, TYPICAL ME, TYPICAL ME I went to the big issue building on the south side of glasgow last night. the big issue=a magazine written and sold by homeless or almost homeless people on the streets around town. basically. there was an exhibition of work by my year that was entered in a homeless shelter design competition run by the magazine. and work from the third year from the mackintosh school. my whole year+tutors+year convener walked down in the pouring rain. there was free wine and beer. the top prize went to one of the guys in my year that I like a lot. and one of the two runner-up prizes went to another kid I like from my school. two of my friends arrived late and a sooper-thug who was at the reception wouldn't let them in. I went down stairs to go outside for a fag. as will happen on occasion. I was outside with a glass of wine. smoking. and the two kids that were refused entry came over and told me so. I was a little drunk and told them to come in with me. I attempted to re-enter. the sooper-thug wasn't having it; I had gone out; I don't get back in. I tried to explain to him that he was stupid. but not so he knew it. just that we were there for a competition run by his employers, that we shouldn't be refused. he said he didn't care. and I believe he genuinely didn't. the guy that won the competition appeared at the door inside. he didn't come out. I asked him to get my bag [I wasn't even allowed inside to retrieve that]. I should have asked him to get our convener to come and talk some sense to the guy. but I didn't think of it. I was drunk, rite. so. I was a little cheeky to the bloke. but no more than he deserved. we decided to go to a pub and wait for the others to finish. as we walked past the reception I jumped up at the window. the guy had his back to me. but. I suspect by way of some close-circuit televisual technology. he were able to see me. he ran out and wanted to be having some sort of fite with me. I tried again to explain that he wasn't a very nice person. he gave up and left. we went to a pub and I drank some more. people started leaving. we walked back by the building. I peeked in the door. I was quite drunk by this time and thought that I=clever. or something. so I SNAPPED the gonk wif my new camera. he gave chase! I ran! I tripped! I fell... I got scraped and dislocated my knee. the bloke showed none compassion. relieved me of my camera. and left me. he wanted the film from it or something. but it's one of these digital ones. innit. I think he stole one of the batteries instead. my convener got the camera back from him. I was drunk, yeah. I hobbled to another pub. mistook gallacher and lyle for foster and allen; big mistake. hobbled back to my flat. woke up this morning with rather different looking knees. one considerably more SWELLED than the other. I got to go to a hospital and be x-rayed. I have crutches & shit. I have dislocated or almost a few times before. but. y'know. it's inconvenient. AND IF YOU THINK PEACE IS A COMMON GOAL THAT GOES TO SHOW HOW LITTLE YOU KNOW gilmer=gone shockah. I doubt Jimmy could ever be Just Jimmy. he's so much more. or something. more like Just William. in my eyes. he thinks he isn't famous. I don't blame him for having to just get out of this town. now. he always has some sort of advice or insight to share. or something. I always find myself disbelieving it was actually all typed. as there usually is an awful lot. not just a lot. he has a vast number of opinions too. and isn't afraid to use them. how I love opinions. how I love opinions? rather a lot. HAIL AND FAREWELL MONSIEUR GILMER. elise j. spry seemed lovely. I'm sure I will hear how she is doing from time to time. somehow. as for my czech republic trip that I mentioned last time. and once before that. I still don't know what goes on. perhaps a week tomorrow I'll be going. if I'm in any state to. I met two kids from brno last night. if I don't get to go: belle and sebastian concerts [sold out already?], ATP [sold out now?], a new jim o'rourke album, a few others. I wish I knew. do we have any czechs on the list? if not. maybe we should implement some. mandee wright's last post got her two crush votes? perhaps this will cost me two. rachel playforth said "see you then!". I don't think she was talking to me. I saw isobel campbell on buchanan street during the week. I think she saw me first though. I told myself I could follow her. wherever she was going. she was probably telling herself the same thing. about herself. I saw william salt leaving the grassmarket during the week. he was deep in thot. didn't see me 'til I shouted 'there is william salt!'. he was polite. 'paisley' told me she won't post again until alasdair cook does. I'd like to resolve to do the same. all my plans! ruined! or, at least, some of them! messed up a bit! love, richard. really. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From aale002 at xxx.nz Tue Feb 12 09:05:42 2002 From: aale002 at xxx.nz (aale002 at xxx.nz) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 22:05:42 -1100 (NZDT) Subject: Sinister: Riding in cars with exotic dancers...... Message-ID: <1013328342.3c6629d613627@webmail.ec.auckland.ac.nz> OK, so the girl is back. Not THAT girl, the one I loved, but the other one. The one I should have loved. And I don't know how I feel. I don't know how I SHOULD feel, either, but that's a different issue. It's not like emotions routinely come with moral imperatives attatched. I ran into a friend of mine the other day, while avoiding doing real work at the library. Tracey was the one that introduced Mel and I, and has been an important part of both our lives. Mel just got back from London a few weeks ago, and arrived here in Auckland last week. It took me a whole week from the time I saw Tracey until I had the time to sit down and call her, and to find out that Mel wanted to catch up, but hadn't left a pjone number for her new flat, just an address. Seeing as it was just around the corner from MY new flat, I decided, quite uncharacteristically, to simple drop by, as I was in the neighbourhood. Which is where I've just come from. Hence my discombobulated state of mind. I had been thinking about this all week. Naturally, in the dark and musty recesses of my loins dwelt a fantasy that we'd take one look at each other and begin tearing clothes off in a fit of passion, but equally another more pragmatic element of my physiology was muttering dire warnings that the problems that had arised during our time together would not likely have been dissolved by time. As a compromise, my spleen decided that the best possible outcome was contingent upon her having gained an enormous amount of weight, or suffered some hideously disfiguring accident. When she opened the door....you forget, I think. As a defense mechanism, you forget quite what those you once cared for look like. This means that when you see them again after such a long absence, it's like seeing them for the first time. Mel was even more beautiful than I remembered. She'd lost a little weight, if anything, that she'd been trying to lose when I knew her. She looked absolutely fantastic. So, we spent an hour in the as-yet-unfurnished dining room, drinking coffee and "catching up". And then I left, and now....I really don't know. I guess you're not supposed to. *********************************************** On to lighter things....last weekend some friends and I spent three days on Waiheke Island, a 45 min ferry ride from Auckland. Bunch of hippies live there, basically, which is why we love the place. Had intelligent discussions about responsible statistics, racism and penis size; went to the nudey beach and got burnt all over; had a magical night on the beach, almost ending in us getting trapped by the tide, but actually ending in a nudey swim in the phosphoresent water and a feast on the beach under the stars, complete with bawdy folk songs. Magic. *********************************************** And I've officially become THE MOST PATHETIC PERSON ON SINISTER. Last week I signed up for one of those internet dating sites. I don't know what more can possibly be said about that. Except it involved the aforementioned dancer, who drove me around Auckland trying to figure out if I was her type or not. I wasn't. As an unintended consequence, I got a really good pic taken of me and digitised, so I've sent it in to Honey. Not that Sinister is a dating club. Although I STILL haven't recieved a single list crush yet. (Dirty Vicar Ian, you must lend me some of that cologne. If it works for you, maybe it'll work for me, too.....) ************************************************ Speaking of list crushes (and to segue like Mel Torme) I got a Sillustration done about me! Well, me and Hannah Brown. I feel so spesh. Meery meet, merry part and merry meet again Sinistereens, Cunning Andre +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Something.Pretty at xxx.com Mon Feb 11 02:32:13 2002 From: Something.Pretty at xxx.com (Rachel Playforth) Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 18:32:13 -0800 Subject: Sinister: dodgems, ddr, drink and drowning Message-ID: <000601c1b2a5$7c631220$c15c7ad5@aqlzosqt> well, it's sunday afternoon and the last of the sinister troops have departed, leaving me to gather my thoughts and nurse the remains of my hangover with cranberry juice and belle and sebastian softly on the stereo. before i go into proper reporting back, let it be known that i had a BLOODY WONDERFUL time. sinister just makes my life better and better (and i don't care if that makes me a bedroom saddo). anyway... i met the sinister express on saturday afternoon, on which were travelling: mark 'waterbaby' casarotto, ben 'captain sensible' apps, mark '2nd time around' hester, lucy 'hungover' alder, becky 'girl racer' wright, james 'flat cap' danson hatcher and cay 'neds no middle name' cola cube. meanwhile, the slightly less crowded sinister express from portsmouth had already delivered 'handsome' robster. i led everyone swiftly to the pub, where we monopolised the covered garden and were soon joined by peter 'waving' carter, ken 'cutiepie' chu and liz 'classy bird' daplyn. there was drink, there was writing in sugar, there was bafflement over the exotic vegetarian menu (this is brighton after all, dahling.) speaking of which... we left the pub and went to the off-licence (trying to keep the time between alcoholic beverages to a minumum) and at that point a certain stacey 'aw shit' shackford phoned to announce the arrival of her, paul and maddie 'beach babe' mcneil. our company now complete, we did the obvious and sat shivering on the beach, drinking wine out of the plastic flutes so thoughtfully provided by liz. there was a beautiful sunset, and we enjoyed the surroundings like adults by playing chicken with the incoming tide (of which more later....) when the arses really did begin to freeze we left for the bright lights of the pier, and - guess what - the DDR machine. cay, lucy and becky all made energetic attempts, but no-one could touch the master (though ken later confided that he actually has nightmares about not being able to 'perform'). elsewhere, mark c (mark h had to leave around this point) managed to win a rubber after spending a mere 3 pounds. we then proceeded to the dodgems, and had a brief but exhilerating sinister-only battle in which becky and i demonstrated particularly stylish/dangerous driving skills, i thought. most of us were now feeling the effects of alcohol, but a small crazy faction still felt the need to go on a very fast ride and squeal entertainingly like they were in a tourist board film. oh, and an even smaller faction braved the temptingly titled 'pork on chips'. by this time we were ready to sit down, so naturally we went to another pub. i can't remember much of what happened then, apart from getting a lovely present from stacey and maddie (who are incidentally both TOP LASSES). though we sadly lost them (not literally) to the last train home, along with cay and rob. finally the remaining party animals came back to my flat, and we made a brief, badly spelt appearance on #sinister before relapsing into a drunken orgy/playstation session/quiet appreciation of some nice music (delete as believable). although tempted to continue the 4 in a bed romp i started with mark, lucy and becky, i eventually lurched off to my own room, leaving a total of 8 prone bodies in varying degrees of comfort on my living room floor. miraculously they were all still alive and able to move this morning, although mark had acquired a suspicious back injury... we walked down to the sea again to the only 24 hour greasy spoon big enough to hold all of us, and ate various permutations of cholesterol. refreshed, we then hit the beach and wandered down to a calm, innocent-looking sea for another game of chicken. and then, the Best Bit Of The Whole Weekend, and i just have to use upper case for this: WHILE RUNNING FROM A BIG WAVE MARK CASAROTTO FELL FLAT ON HIS FACE IN THE SEA! it was quite possibly the funniest thing i've ever seen, ever. and we laughed all the way to h&m where mark bought some dry trousers, to office where he bought dry shoes, and to marks and spencer where he bought dry socks. i'm actually still laughing, and at one point i thought ken was going to be in real danger of choking. (don't try this at home kids, falling in the sea carries a real danger of drowning or pneumonia and should only be attempted by trained professionals, although if you want to give your friends a laugh, then go ahead.) (there was then a bizarre incident in marks & spencers where an unknown force compelled ken, ben, james AND peter to all buy hats. ken: soft and woolly, ben: floppy and corduroy, james: an oddly perfect flat cap, peter: indescribable. there is photographic evidence, however.) once mark was dry and the rest of us had stopped pissing ourselves, we went cd shopping, had coffee, and discussed mark's extremely disturbing dreams and my mythical vibrator. that's about it really. i waved them off like a fond mother, and came home to shake n vac the carpet... i'm sure there will be other posts to fill in the gaps and emphasise all the embarrassing things i said/did, so i'll sign off now, but not before inviting everyone to the next picnic (in summer this time). see you then! luv archel xxx ps. WHILE RUNNING FROM A BIG WAVE MARK CASAROTTO FELL FLAT ON HIS FACE IN THE SEA! *************************************** Rachel Playforth buzzwords at bigfoot.com Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From CrnflkgrlO at xxx.com Sun Feb 10 19:55:42 2002 From: CrnflkgrlO at xxx.com (CrnflkgrlO at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 14:55:42 EST Subject: Sinister: Belle and Sebastian at Coachella!? NEIL!? Message-ID: <40.18fdb497.29982a3e@aol.com> I can't handle such an announcement, until Neil tells me its true. Be still, my heart??? According to today's LA Times, the Coachella line-up will include the following bands: Bjork will anchor the first night, April 27, in just her second appearance at a U.S. festival. Oasis is set to close the weekend April 28 in its only U.S. concert before the release of a new album in the summer. Building on the tone set by the first two Coachella festivals, the lineup will be a mix of rock, electronica and hip-hop. Others confirmed for the outdoor marathon are the Foo Fighters, Mos Def, the Chemical Brothers, the Prodigy, Ozomotli, B.R.M.C., Belle & Sebastian (!!), Jurassic 5, Dilated Peoples, Queens of the Stone Age, Basement Jaxx, Sasha & Digweed, Paul Oakenfold, Groove Armada, KRS-One, St. Germaine and Dutch DJ Tiesto. Tickets, at $65 per day, will be on sale March 2. A weekend pass covering both days will also be available at a discount price to be determined. -Rachel Cornflake +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rob_brennan at xxx.uk Sun Feb 10 21:25:42 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 21:25:42 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Reporting kcaB Message-ID: <20020210212542.11502.qmail@web10504.mail.yahoo.com> Saturday morning, I woke up and found out that someone famous had died. The person was famous by an accident of birth but decided to be famous by not following a set of rules that were also imposed at birth. Rock And Roll I say - which reminds me... B!R!I!G!H!T!O!N! I went there. I did. I had a GRATE time as well. Archel accounted for most of the goings on in her post but failed to mention my visible road-rage during the dodgems. It should also be pointed out that people who are prepared to sit on a beach during a freezing cold February, drinking fluids that thin our already low-pressure indie blood, are most certainly NOT twee. The other quality moment involved running like fuck to catch my train after all the goodbye hugs - and then running like fuck straight back to the pub cos I'd forgotten my camera (and therefore one of the few permanent records of Ken's spilled-salt art). Boozy you're-my-besht-mate type hugs to everyone who was there (ArchelKenLizMarkCLucyMarkHBenJamesPeterCayPaulBecky) and especially big robster-hugs to the people I met that day like STACEY DAHLING and MADDIE who are both every bit as lovely as y'all thought as well as being properly appreciative of the high quality of seaside chip shops. That's it then. See you at Brixton if you're going. Southsea picnic in the summer anyone? There's a beach and a DDR machine... My washing machine just flooded the kitchen. Bloody reality. "Handsome" Robster (cheers Mark!) http://robster75.tripod.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Sun Feb 10 21:50:23 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 15:50:23 -0600 Subject: Sinister: don't you ever feel you just survive some days? Message-ID: hello sinister. this has been an odd weekend. i think i am destined now to have only odd weekends for a while. (warningwarningwarning: this might be a long post. apologies now.) friday, i participated in one of the most interesting events ever, i think. i took my very twee self (mind, i was dressed way too twee for the event, it turned out) to a punk rock show. a friend of mine invited me to check out the slew of blink 182 hatah wannabes on his new record label, so i went. purposely dressed in all my thrift store glory, tans and muted greens and my now siganture creamy white tights. i stood on the fringe of the largely 14-year-old crowd with my ex-boyfriend, and watched the middle school young'ns get down and funky in their button badge-covered stocking caps and hoodies. i adjusted my own button badge-covered handbag, making sure my new belle and sebastian buttons (and my prized high fidelity button) were prominently displayed, though i fear no one there new about our b&s. i think my fear was almost confirmed when, to my horror, the buck-toothed fuckhead of a fifteen-year-old fronting the first MEGASWEET band i endured looked at a girl in the audience, a relatively twee lass who looked in about the same amount of pain i was under. 'what's wrong?' the kid shouted around his teeth, eyebrow ring twitching. 'you into emo shit and all that? go listen to radiohead or something you bitch.' my little hand curled around my handbag strap. the b&s button dug a little circle into my palm. the ex kind of restrained me as i muttered something about thom yorke's lack of true emo-ness and the band kid's lack of something else. i saw the sweet singer a while later. he was standing, oh, about two feet away from me. i looked at the ex, and then at myself, and began screaming then and there about how much i LOVED radiohead and that i COULDN'T WAIT to have thom's children. GO EMO! i think i said, too, and then a few words like GO MARK HOPPUS I LOVE BASS PLAYERS!! on my way out of the god forsaken wasteland of pre-pubescent pop punk, i ran into an omaha indie kid i know and practically threw myself into his jean-jacketed arms. he said there was a party. a large boy named hector gave me a map on the back of a jinxpack flyer. i wrapped my scarf tighter around my throat and went. one drink and about a hundred cigarettes later, i realized that not only did everyone at the get together know me before i arrived (apparently, word gets out when people hook up) but something else happened in the process. i have written about not being one thing or the other, a label and a category and a brown and green sweater. but all the talk of images in this post has been for a reason, much like all that damn imagery in the old man and the sea. i am in. the crafty kids at saddle creek and all the rest. all the fringe kids. yeah, i guess i'm between them, now, and that was weird. but not uncool. so i lit another parliament and accepted the crown offered by the crowd. ***** we had an ice storm in nebraska last night. the winds kept wrapping around my apartment building, bringing with them tree branches and chunks of ice. i jumped every time something smacked against the windows, and hated that i was home alone with nothing to do. (i also figured out that even though you can have a 'crew,' so to speak, the thought of doing the same thing every night is almost as boring as doing the same thing every night. so i opted for alone time, you see, which was a mistake. wind is lonely. then again, so is the monotony of two sisters telling me over and over how cute he and i are.) i was still somehow bored out of my mind, and i ended up lying in the middle of my living room floor watching breakfast at tiffany's (again) with one eye and my mobile with the other. the phone never rang, and i went to bed while the sky was still weeping. ***** today i covered an abraham lincoln festival. in lincoln, nebraska. har har. i was to focus on the three men impersonating honest abe for a contest. i arrived at the theatre playing host to the festival a bit early, so i walked to the paper, then back to the theatre, then back to the paper. i have walked the windy distance three times, now, in low heels and velvet, and it was only on the third round i noticed the snow angel imprint in the drift beside the sidewalk, and the imprint of every ice-melting pebble beneath the soles of my shoes. i will have to walk the way once more to go back to my car, and i hope it will be after dark, when the wind picks up again and i won't have to have a cigarette to have clouds of white trailing from my mouth. the festival was rife with kids and people dressed in period costumes, twenty-first century grandmas and grandpas and their teenaged grandchildren wearing civil war uniforms and hoop skirts, do-se-doing in the same theatre that put on 'rent' a few months back. i watched the girls' skirts flare coyly as they demonstrated period dances, and for about ten minutes, i hated my modern-day culture of gap jeans and indie rock. but then i remembered telling my roommate that i could never be married to a boy in the army -- the absences would kill me. and civil war girls almost all had no choice but to wed the honor of a rifle and sit at home, useless. (does it all have to come back to that? with me, i guess it always does. scarlett, too, though, was always after the same thing i am these days. maybe women will never change, really.) at any rate, i interviewed the abes, and the winner was an aged farmer from kansas who i knew had breath that smelled like the sweet gherkin pickles i used to eat at my own grandmother's house every summer. on the walk back to the paper, every pebble felt like a memory. a place in the world -- be it a scene or a home or a rocking chair -- might forever elude me. though somehow i doubt that, as i suspect i am in my place, and it is either too small or too big for me to notice it and cleanly grab onto its clear, simple, american explanation. i had to write an identity poem for my poetry class (damn assignments like that. shitful, they are) and my professor didn't quite like what i handed in. his comment at the top expressed sentiments of confusion, and he said that nothing in the poem was fully developed -- the words only hinted at something, scratched an evasive surface. i wrote about being the road between omaha and lincoln. and i think at times the best anyone can do is define themselves in terms of something else, something abstract and concrete and inanimate and always moving. and it is vague and underdeveloped. but if a character and a life can fit into three or four or a hundred stanzas of shallow verse, it shall not be my character or my life. i was confused when i wrote it, and as i write this and i will be later when i walk back to my car and my home and my bed. ah, well. tomorrow is another day. xxx, your lou _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Katia913 at xxx.com Sun Feb 10 23:30:06 2002 From: Katia913 at xxx.com (Katia913 at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 18:30:06 EST Subject: Sinister: happy Message-ID: <7e.22844db5.29985c7e@aol.com> Sinister, sinister: I am truly in love. No, not with a person, not with anything I can say or talk about with some sense of reality, but with everything. Last week I got home from a terrible retreat for my catholic youth group. Its called Action, and it is full of the kids I went to grade school with and the jocks and such from my highschool. And my old best friends. Not a single person out of the group of about two hundred do I know well. I went on the retreat to learn how to snowboard and because I love hills and Chicago is FLAT. I was a leader of a cabin of nine people, two of which I know/knew one was a boy I had a crush on for years in grade school. And the other seven were strangers from the area. The Adult, his name was Ben and he was 25, and I got on well; he was a really open guy who liked to talk, and he made me feel good about myself. The whole time I was there (six days) I was selfless, helpful and reserved. But when Ben and I began to talk, I gained this strength I didn't know I had and talked loud and without stumbles. I said things I only thought and I was happy. But the Last night a senior in my cabin got crushed, she was very upset about something big, and Ben and I were supposed to talk that night, he said he had something to tell me about. This girl, however, stole him upstairs with two others and I was with the freshman, who all fell asleep within two hours. At Eight the next morning we were leaving, so getting ready to go was a big part of the night. It was about five, and I cleaned the whole cabin by myself. For about ten minutes, Ben came back downstairs to talk to me, seeing that I was bored. He complimented me on my cleaning skills and thanked me for making the cabin dinner. He told me that I HAD MY LIFE TOGETHER AND I AM THE KIND OF PERSON WHO IS NOT PHASED BY WHAT OTHERS THINK OF ME, I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYONE. That was it, after being ignored by this rad guy for the night, he tells me that no one matters to me? Everyone matters, and everything. I ran outside crying. My retreat was horrible and I still dot believe in God. Also, Tuesday, my boyfriend told me he was also having sex with someone else. We didn't make up, so things are still on the rocks with him. And my best friend and I are not talking and my installation at school fell through and I cant take the classes I want to take and I cant go out and I cant do what I want.... BUT I AM HAPPY. The snow is melting and I am happy. I went for a run with my dog this morning and got my pay check and I am happy without anyone. And I AM not sorry that this is so long. I like it this way. Kate of Chicago ps Jeremy, i miss you, email me pps lucas, the same goes for you, i ahve your pics ppps Ken, you're hot +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From michael at xxx.com Mon Feb 11 00:43:32 2002 From: michael at xxx.com (Michael Vance) Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 16:43:32 -0800 Subject: Sinister: I'd rather have a life than a lifestyle In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <20020210164332.Z16941@24-205-57-185.glen-dyn.charterpipeline.com> On Sat, Feb 09, 2002 at 05:10:16PM -0500, JAMES GILMER wrote: > Ken said that Buddists are too at ease with the world and thus aren't > miserable enough to like the whiny lyris of Morrisey... But... but... I love listening to the Smiths when I'm driving down to Zenshuji, the Soto Zen temple I practice at. "Oh has the world changed or have I changed..." It's a big complicated world out there. Hell, even the Dalai Lama eats meat. Regards, m. -- "and sticks and stones may break my bones but words will just finish me off yeh, near enough" -- The Sundays, Hideous Towns +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hehitsnoozetwice at xxx.com Mon Feb 11 01:07:33 2002 From: hehitsnoozetwice at xxx.com (Jesse Chanin) Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 20:07:33 -0500 Subject: Sinister: daydreams Message-ID: Dear Sinister, I've been thinking a lot about daydreams lately and not (before you all get too interested) of the sexual nature. I create little stories in my head and follow them and elaborate on them and repeat them day after day, like my own miniature soap opera. But the thing is: they're neither witty nor intelligent and really have no discernable point whatsoever. They involve people I know and people I don't and me-- but none of us are real. We're all surface level replicas of ourselves, somehow glamorized even in our imaginary misery. And everyone's witty, of course, but it's dumbed down to the point that the *fact* that they're witty holds more relevance than what is actually said; the conversations are interchangable but are held together by a constant artificial happiness, a constant wistful respect. (Perhaps in rebellion against my own "rational" idea that the words should matter more than the sentiments attached to them, that writing "I am happy" on a piece of paper could mean infinitely more than the actual emotion-- with supporting details, of course.) It's not new, I suppose. When I was a kid I used to walk around with the characters of some book I had just finished in my head, creating whole plotlines for them that weren't hinted at in the actual literature. In these daydreams I was rarely present, just an interactive onlooker, smiling at their clich�d adventures. But I wasn't really that removed either-- I'd switch my perspective from character to character, heedless of gender or motive or background. At some point all that changed and everything became a bit more egocentric. Now it is rare that I will have a daydream in which I (or the surface level perfect self that has come to represent me) am not present. Lately I've gotten a bit obsessed with them. I look forward to the end of the day when I can be alone and devote my time to replaying senseless scenes in my head. I take long walks to free my mind absolutely for thinking. I smile when people in the daydream are happy and mouth their witty lines to the air. But the problem is, when it comes down to it, it's just a line. And the people are all two-dimensional and pretty. They're people the way I wish they were, except it's not even that, because I enjoy complexity and mystery and antagonism. They're silly air people. And I'm afraid I wish they were real. It's like reverse schizophrenia, really. I know that the characters are fake and yet I *want* them to be real. Why attempt to make valid connections in life with those annoyingly moody three-dimsensional folks when I have an unlimited vault of witty people in my head always ready to be turned to? It's safe and "perfect" in the most awful use of that word. It is rare that you find a situation when "perfect" doesn't mean "fake" on some level, and I suppose this is no exception. I'm addicted to alternatives to reality. I've got different levels and I just move up and down the ladder, slipping in and out of what's real, of what's truthful and meaningful and into something less. The levels seem to be: 1. real life 2. internet people 3. daydreams 4. sleep So I guess I'm beginning (or perhaps it's been occurring for awhile, it's difficult to tell sometimes) to substitute fakeness in for real life. Which brings up more questions about truth and reality, about what's real to me. If I spend all Saturday dreaming about a conversation on a boat with my long dead uncle, does that *become* my reality? Surely it has affected me more than the fact that it was raining all day, which I hardly noticed, or the television I was ignoring in deference to my mind. That's all really, I suppose. Do you all have similar silly fantasies? I hope so. Maybe we could start a self-help group (unless the group part of that defeats the purpose of such a venture) or at least keep each other one level up for the moment. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From LilGrape25 at xxx.com Mon Feb 11 02:59:16 2002 From: LilGrape25 at xxx.com (LilGrape25 at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 21:59:16 EST Subject: Sinister: storytelling and daydreaming Message-ID: Hello Sinister! In my last post I wrote about vegetarian cheeseless sandwiches and got a whole gaggle of responses and suggestions. Here is my improved list, for those of you who care: peanut butter and/or jelly fig paste lettuce and/or onion and/or tomato bananna with or without chocolate sauce peanut butter and wheat germ mustard roast vegetables Banana and peanut butter french fries (been told you brits call this Chip Butty) peanut butter and fluff hummus with or without avocado portebello mushroom with or without lettuce and tomato peanut butter and honey alfalfa sprouts egg salad vegitarian stuffing and cranberry sauce mashed potatoes yummy, eh? I saw Storytelling yesterday. And, sorry if I offend any of you, I thought it was AWFUL. definately one of the worst movies I have ever seen. It was so saturated with cliches of Audience Shockers that it seems almost impossible that the movie-makers would think that their movie shocked the audience. Was the absolute predictability and uncreativity and inconsistancy of the plotline intentional?! The Belle and Sebastin music was very good, though. I can't decide if this made it worth seeing. Jesse talked about his own daydreams, and I feel some connection to him (or in one case, you) on this matter. I have very elaborate daydreams that are very rarely sexual. Mine, though, take place in fictional places and involve people I know, people I made up and hybrids of the two. I sometimes use some modification of myself as well, but rarely. These fantasies are almost always about some sort of closed cummunity. Special boarding schools mostly. Sometimes Utopias. I rarely start new ones, I haven't made a new one in years, but they sort of evolve...I mean, I've had these stories going for as long as I remember. Some of them started as games I played with my dolls. My favorites, right now, are one about a meticulously planned Utopia and all of the rules and regulations. I go over the mapping of the town, the jobs, the system of money, the education system..down to meticulous details. Where do children live when they are 1, 5, 10, 15? How many in a room in a build! ing, how many cafeterias? How many rooms per age group, then? Where would a student go to school if they are artistically inclined but also headed towards a job in cummunity leadership? My other favorite story, I think, is a little bit more complex and interesting. I almost started writing it as a book, once, and so its got the closest thing to a plot line. Its about this made up medical condition/conspiricy in which a person's physical and emotional wellbeing is connected to the tides and the moon. That is, they have ups and down as the tides go in and out and the moon orbits, each day and month has its ups and downs. A dozen people are born with it in a specific geographic region (conveniently all part of the USA) each year, and the affects start around the age of 12, at which point they are forced by law to go this retreat...this island..until they are 22. The retreat's purpose is to teach the young people to control their dependancy, which can be dangerous if not controlled but very useful if understood. Its run by the older people on the island-no one else is allowed. Various stages of the story have involved them all having orgies during high tid! e, or being really sick at New Moon, being telepathic, being really cultish and ritualistic, and all sorts of other things... I wonder why I make these up, why I remember then. Sometimes I spend whole days pretty much only thinking about them. Sometimes I don't think about them for weeks. I think they're really interesting, but why do they exist? Well, I'd write something more relivant but I've got to go shower, Love, Rachel Grapenut +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mateamo at xxx.com Mon Feb 11 03:55:24 2002 From: mateamo at xxx.com (miss maple) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 03:55:24 +0000 Subject: Sinister: storytelling traumatized me Message-ID: hello All-- i saw storytelling last night. wow... the first part was very graphic and err...sexual...i think myself and everybody else in the theatre felt awkward during the first part of the movie. the second half i really liked. actually i liked the whole movie, i just think that it couldve proven the same point about social classes, racism, sex etc. in a less fudged-up way. anyways, THE WHOLE MOVIE MADE MY LIFE LOOK PEACHY, COMPARED TO THE CHARACTERS' LIVES. i guess that mightve been one of the things todd solondz was trying to show us. but i dont understand why belle and sebastian chose to do the music to a movie like that one. id think theyd do the soundtrack to a movie about unicorns or something. hmmm... well i gotta go... have a good day, night, and life everyone. and to my sister if you read this, i hope you feel better. i know, for you, "its been a bloody stupid day." 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From john at xxx.uk Mon Feb 11 14:14:51 2002 From: john at xxx.uk (John Oliver) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 14:14:51 -0000 Subject: Sinister: MBV remix Message-ID: Hi, I got this from the My Bloody Valentine ( my other favourite band) mailing list. Bye, John -----Original Message----- From: owner-mbv at xxx.se]On Behalf Of o-o-o Sent: 11 February 2002 04:31 To: mbv at netch.se Subject: [mbv] is it wicked not to care - remix? trolling audiogalaxy and I came across an mp3 billed as an MBV remix of belle & sebastian's is it wicked not to care? it sounds like a whole lot of overdriven feedback, yet it does have some hints of melody. I doubt its authenticity, but judge for yourself: http://briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/gruisinger/vwp2?.tok=bcFq0MPBNl8aEBH7&.dir=/mi sc/music&.dnm=B%26S_MBV_remix&.src=bc you'll have to rename it and add the .mp3 extension on the end after you download it, sorry. _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rwr at xxx.uk Mon Feb 11 16:44:37 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 16:44:37 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Can't think of a clever title & going to miss the bus! Message-ID: Here be I, back from Brighton safe & sound! Thanks to all who watched over me, hopefully my 'eager to please but not quite sure how' puppy-dog attitude'll be house trained into a glossy coated Sinister collie in time. Bit that I'll remember most, probably the sunset over the West Pier with 3 for £10 bottles of red toasting Princess Margaret- in heaven may all her baths be tepid. Also James sustaining injuries from a stationary Vauxhall and Ken curled up foetal like from laughter on the beach though I'll say no more for Mark's sake (good luck Thursday!, I'll be on the look out for a girl/vendingmachine hybrid) Archel, I'm ashamed to say my Mum had you down as some dark cult's high priestess when I first mentioned my plans of attending the meet-up. However your Audrey Hepburn photos and ability to entice Macy Gray to do triple somersaults on a snowboard just adds to the lovely smutty halo everyone's crowned you with (even though we can't control a dodgem between us, number of times BenApps slipped past our careering car tskk!). With the B&S-Eastenders links did we miss out Jim? Betrothed to Dot Cotton and hero of '3..6..9', or even his university pseudo-name 'Arthur'? Someone who was paying more attention should record the final list for prosperity's sake. Kay, I'm apologising in advance. If I was a better person I'd be in Oxford tonight listening to your band but I'm tired and suspect laziness & Big Train will be too tempting a mix. Still I hope it goes really well for you, the more tenacious party-goers who travelled up can report back on how great it was. Bye now I'm off home Becky xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From farrell_danny at xxx.com Mon Feb 11 17:08:46 2002 From: farrell_danny at xxx.com (Danny Farrell) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 17:08:46 +0000 Subject: Sinister: meaningless.you mean it's all been meaningless? Message-ID: Hi lovelies, I'm damaged bad at best she'll decide what she wants i'll probably be the last to know no-one says until it shows It's 8AM - All pretense at that whole sleep thing is given up,i look down,alan's on my floor.odd is it sunday?Oh bugger it's monday,i gather my barely done homework.i kick the scattered cd's around to find my clothes,a case snaps.i sit down,it lights up.i black out.i wake.i have 28 emails,i don't have time to read them. don't wimp out on me i know you've got the strength of 12 oxen i've seen you get through these things before just like you've seen me get through these things before it's 10 AM - I loose my footing in the shower.i get dizzy.i'm okay,i'm an energy drink connoseiur.dynamite this time.alans up now,on my pc.i smell good.i've showered.he's supposed to be working.he's swooning over e-mails.i laugh.i leave i want the world to leave us in peace i'd give up all my selfish little dreams to be in hers it's 10:30 AM - i'm with Derek MAN 'friend', i'm at the train station.i get dizzy,i lose my footing,i almost fall.i don't.derek laughs,"fucking stupit sleep more poofy bastard danny".thanks for the advice.i get on the train,i sit.flannery has a crush on adam.i adore flannery basically. i look up, cute-girl-who-was-at-school-with-me-the-year-below is in the next carriage,she keeps glancing round the little alcove thing surreptitiously,i giggle to myself.flannery is at a party,there's wine.she looks again.i wink at her,she giggles and looks at her shoes,her friend growls.ah well,i never liked the friend anyway.the pary was good.the train stopped these things they go away replaced by everyday..... i'm pining for the moon what if there were two side by side in orbit around the fairer sun? it's 11:45 am - i'm smoking outside the library.it's good.i'm waiting.she appears.i hand over �20 and she gives me the large parcel.a book.i nervously peer inside the bag.cost accounting 10.required reading.i try to sleep in the library.i fail.i read my messages.awwww she called me dannypie.i hug myself right in the middle of the library it's 12 pm - i'm in the lab's.derek's shouting at me for not having done homework.i tell him i wasn't sure what day it was.he laughs at me,makes a disparaging remark.the usual.cute-pigtailed-accounting-girl smiles at me,i wink.she giggles.she maybe goes to talk,i put my head on the desk.i'm on #sini,i think people are there,i maybe talked. i once had a girl or should i say she once had me it's 1pm - cost accounting.i have a moment.we're on ethics.we get asked if building a temple for natives to be allowed to mine for oil is a bribe or if it's not is it wrong.raise hands.a class of twenty.i raise my hand for the bribe,for the wrong.i try to explain,if they were going round building temples for the natives out of kindness that would be wonderful,but it's no different from giving the mafia money to build a church or something.it's just wrong.wow we built a temple,not because we're good but because we need to.not charity.i get funny looks.derek elbows me,fucking weirdo danny.the lecturer,he laughs apparently he likes my spiritidness. here it is:revenge to the tune "you're no good you're no good you're no good" it's pixie-girl time: pixie-girl-who-may-just-be-someone-not-destined-for-accounting gazes at me and grins,gives me a little mock clap.i grin sheepishly and shake my hair.she blushes.i gaze at my shoes.derek elbows me.it ends.derek storms out.i laze for a while as usual.i go to walk out.pixie-girl looks at me "nice speech",i want to tell her that i knew she wanted to raise her hand too and she should have,i want to tell her she's as cute as a wee button,i want to say something,anything just not "thanks".i say thanks,i shake my hair a little,she giggles a little,i want to tell her i'm awfully tired and have terrible stomach cramps,to apologise for saying just thanks,i just stand there,she doesn't seem to mind,derek stands at the door and growls at me,i want to,at the very least, tell her i'll speak to her soon or something,anything,instead i say bye and rush off,or the closest i can come to rushing. derek shouts at me for keeping him late,i look back,she smiles at me.i smile.to myself. i have my suspicions when the stars are in position all will be revealed but i know until then,unless the stars surrender,all will be concealed its 2pm - i have classes till five,derek shouts at me for keeping us late,i want to explain to him,the mix of illness and pixies.i start the illness bit,he calls me a poofy bastard.i don't know how being gay relates to me being ill except i'm not and i am,maybe it's an inverse relationship.he marches off to class expecting me to rush to catch up to stop being a poofy bastard.i light up a cigarette.i go shopping.i go home. come pick me up,take me out,fuck me up.steal my records i've been accused of lining women up,one after another after another.a gaggle of women.i would reply i wish i had the ability to do that,but i don't,i don't wish that and i don't reply that. i tell them they obviously don't know me because that statement is FALSE.maybe i'll tell them that on the falsity scale of 1 to FALSE that statement almost drops off the right hand edge.generally i'm the one being hurt and for some reason someone wants to pick up the pieces and i let them.i hope this isn't a terrible fault. i should say hello to someone.so: hello. there are people who i've never said hello to but i just know i'd get on great with them. there are people i do say hello to that i don't get on with.there are people i say hello to i should get on a lot better with. maybe there's even someone i'd like to "get it on" with.i hope to god for their sake there isn't. if i don't write back for a while it's because i'm trying to 'participate' but don't worry about me,i'll be okay,or i will be soon enough your lonely and ill but ever hopeful dannypie xxx don't be sad,don't be sad we don't have to live this way forever don't be sad,don't be sad (fade out) _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lilywhite at xxx.net Sun Feb 10 07:01:52 2002 From: lilywhite at xxx.net (LilyWhite) Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 02:01:52 -0500 Subject: Sinister: I'd rather have a life than a lifestyle- UNfashionably LOUD References: Message-ID: <003f01c1b200$d3a2f1e0$e4623118@buf.adelphia.net> Now that's integrity in a nutshell! I'd publicly like to be nice to James and thank him for being a staunch supporter all the while, and for any contributions he and his associates have made to my campaign. The list is a far better thing for having had you on it love. My words rang a few bells wrongly here and I feel like that's a shame. I was actually looking to inspire a few remarks and a bit of interesting conversation on the matter, not to hurt anyone's feelings. I hoped to learn something about the essence and substance of some of the people on the list, perhaps I hoped for more than is on tap. It's always been a personal philosophy of mine that you can't get from somone what they haven't got within themself to offer you- and so it goes. Those of you who took it as a personal stab, and mailed me privately to whinge on about it (you know who you are) *cough* I forgive you all, and I make no apologies. Hopefully our good B & S don't yeild themselves to the mighty £ note, and start making t-shirts and t-mugs that bear their cartoony likenesses just to make money so that they might secure a future as recording artists. What a broken hearts club it will be then. I've always had my worries about the sense of community on this list (particularly in comparison to others), I now realise that community is essentially a state of mind. There's a certain freedom in curiosity that can't be falsely conjured- any attempt is futile.Is it possible some people type just for attention or to see their own name in print? I think it's best to keep in mind that being smitten isn't clever or cute in print or life. Loving a thing is stronger and actually requires a personal investment. I will now follow the honourable gentlman's lead and hope that he'll hold the door wide open for me to leave. Adios Los Sinestros. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From carmellie at xxx.com Mon Feb 11 18:33:04 2002 From: carmellie at xxx.com (Carmel) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:33:04 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: I'm *finally* waking up to us In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020211183304.96133.qmail@web11602.mail.yahoo.com> I usually don't write, but had a few words... First, I want to mention that this is my absolute favorite veggie sandwich: > hummus with or without avocado if you add a couple slices of tomato to that--even better! And now B&S content: It took me awhile, but I finally got "I'm Waking Up to Us" since my sister gave me a gift certificate to Tower Records for Christmas. It's taken me awhile, but I do like it. I really like "I love my car" (even though I hate my car). It's definitely not my favorite single by them, but it's pretty good. > I saw Storytelling yesterday. And, sorry if I offend > any of you, I thought it was AWFUL. definately one of > the worst movies I have ever seen. Hmm, I've heard many mixed reviews of this. I think I'll have to check it out for myself. > The Belle and Sebastin > music was very good, though. I can't decide if this > made it worth seeing. Speaking of their contribution to the movie, was there ever a soundtrack? I might have missed something since I haven't been reading the list since I got back from christmas break. I hear the songs will be on the future album. I am off of work now, so I need to go. Thanks for listening to my babblings :) Carmel ===== "What did you learn from your time in the solitary Cell of your mind?" --Belle & Sebastian __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lokar20 at xxx.com Mon Feb 11 19:10:31 2002 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 13:10:31 -0600 Subject: Sinister: The Big One Message-ID: Things have been heating up for two minutes now, but I don't think we're ready. I decide keep folling around for another minute or so, then I would make my move. I finally, I think we're both ready. But there is just one more obstacle in my way. It was a little difficult to rip off, but I think my confidence made it seem easy. I remembered back to my first time. I was in high school. I had thought about it, a lot. I'm a bit shy and very nervous though. One glorious day though, it actually happened. I began to move in, and although it smelled kind of funny, I thought of how great it feels to be actually doing it, and began eating away. The sweat trickled down my forehead as the room seemed to get hotter and hotter. It was getting very intense now, until I was finished. Surely, this was the finest microwaveable burrito I had ever had. It might seem a bit pricey for 1.79 at my local gas station, but it's soo worth it. Especially with a cherry icee to wash it down. Aah, it's the finer things in life that make everything bad seem okay. I might be wrong, but I think someone was slagging the fact that belle and sebastian did shirts. I don't know, maybe they didn't. Either way, I just thought I'd use this opportunity to tell about how I am in an incredibly awkward stage in life. Right now, a Large t-shirt is just too small. It's okay before I wash it, but afterwards, it shrinks into smallness. However, an X-large is much too big, even after wash. The only t-shirts I own that fit like a dream are the belle and sebastian shirts. Even after washing, they are the perfect length. The arms fit so well. They're loose, but not TOO loose. It's just a nice feeling. And those russian dolls are just too cute. In the recent tradition of leaving posts, I thought I'd say I'm leaving. It's been fun, but I actually HAVE now a life and you're all GEEKS and I AM NOT! -Matt P.S. I'm not really leaving the list. This should be obvious since everyone who knows anything at all about me should know that I will never ever have a life and I am far geekier than all of you. Long Live the Fighters. P.P.S. Sorry for having TWO deep, depressing posts in a row. I'll be more uplifting next time. Twelfth Night perhaps. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chinacat81 at xxx.com Mon Feb 11 19:40:40 2002 From: chinacat81 at xxx.com (Kirsten Kenyon) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 13:40:40 -0600 Subject: Sinister: i'm gettin me an ed yoo kay shun Message-ID: how many times does a person have to do the same thing on a regular basis for it to be considered a "habit?" i know there's a set number. i think i've probably surpassed it. my current habits (assuming i may refer to them as such) are as follows: -doing the crossword puzzle in the shepherd express every week -eating a cheese and tomato sandwich for lunch every day -spending saturday afternoons learning to distinguish sambas from calypsos from russian gypsy music from spanish gypsy music from new orleans from chicago from god-knows-what-else. from slava, a middle- aged russian street musician. i think i've mentioned him before. now i've mentioned him again. -sundays at the antique market how depressing. really. yesterday, i stood behind a faded curtain in a pink chiffon cocktail dress and a string of pearls, pinning back my hair and humming along with moon river. and then i realized that as much as i might sometimes like to be some mysterious, worldweary cynic lurking in dark corners and just aching with sophistication, i'm really nothing more than a sap romantic who talks to puppies and paints her toenails while singing along with billie holiday. i would probably make fun of me. well, i do. but...sheesh. so i wandered around for about an hour, trying on coats and gloves and opening umbrellas, trying to imagine each item in a context...a hat someone wore to a funeral, a polished cane that leaned against a wall for years after its owner didn't need it anymore, someone's favorite dress, a dumb ashtray someone bought on a family vacation to south dakota...i can almost hear some of you gagging. i am a S-A-P. i eat this stuff up. i smiled at a lot of really old people in embroidered sweatshirts. i bought some fake jade monkeys. they need names. i NAME everything. more SAP. i think that misty is a good name for a monkey. and maybe oberon. and hank. if you met three monkeys named misty, oberon, and hank, which one would you think was pretentious? it's totally hank, in case you wanted to know. i watched chinatown. i like when jack nicholson says that he likes breathing through his nose. i mean, i think we can all relate to that. i think that when people make films, it's really good when they make them so people who watch them can sit back and think "yeah, i get that." this really good friend of mine made a really interesting website that you might be really interested in if you like really good movies, especially ones that are from the nineties and are starring kid n play. i can't remember the link right now, but you really should check it out when i get around to posting it. guess what! i'm taking a college writing class! we get to do peer editing. it's so much fun. also, i have a history class. we were instructed to bring items that we thought represented life in the year 1900. anywhere in the world. very very broad assignment, and much like show and tell, only for older kids. i brought some farmer's diary. in this dialogue, let V represent the teacher, while O and M will be students. V: what did you bring? O: a photo of magic johnson. V: why? O: um. magic johnson has AIDS. V: i see. and what does this have to do with life in 1900? O: (stares at the wall with mouth hanging slightly open) V: and what did you bring along? M: i brought a glue gun. V: an electric glue gun? M: mm-hmm. V: (silence) O: (cough) M: electricity is important. (long pause) i guess i misunderstood the assignment. I Think that's enough love kirsten x Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From grey7 at xxx.net Mon Feb 11 21:16:43 2002 From: grey7 at xxx.net (grey7 at xxx.net) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 16:16:43 -0500 (EST) Subject: Sinister: Sometimes a subject line is just a subject line/unfashionhably petulant In-Reply-To: <003f01c1b200$d3a2f1e0$e4623118@buf.adelphia.net> References: <003f01c1b200$d3a2f1e0$e4623118@buf.adelphia.net> Message-ID: <1013462203.3c6834bb9976a@email.ismi.net> A HUCK FINN MOMENT Boo! I'm still alive...errr, actually, much to my suprise I found out I still had access to my old email account, an account that has something like three hundred unread Sinister posts on it because I never unsubbed when I got my new email account. WELCOME TO THE FILMHOUSE Anywho, before I do the unsubscribe dance from this email addy, and close it down so I don't have to worry about ever checking it again, I thought I'd pass this on to anyone who hadn't seen it: http://www.theonionavclub.com/ There's a fairly good interview with Todd Solondz up at the onion's AVclub site, worth a look as he talks about Storytelling and his films in general. I haven't seen Storytelling yet, but the reviews of it I've caught have been fairly harsh. MAGIC OF A KIND WORD Gillanders = ace chap. I'd already known that of course, but I'd thought I'd let everyone in on it. Thanks for the kind words, Richard, and do be careful on the crutches. I've had to hobble about on those things before. Crutches = Not Fun. Richard said; "he has a vast number of opinions too. and isn't afraid to use them" ...but at least I don't take my opinions very serious. I'm not sure if it's a virture or a vice, but it at least keeps me from acting like a petulant child. He also said; "I always find myself disbelieving it was actually all typed" You should hear me talk; I'm amazed Elise can stand it sometimes :) My Brain/Mouth filter was shorted out years ago by massive amounts of caffine and sugar. THE DEPARTMENT OF "WHAT WAS THE QUESTION?" Errr...when did I become a supporter of causes? What causes? Shit, I missed the memo again didn't I? There was a cause? I just thought there was a mildly amusing post with a valid point about stereotypical diehard indie fans. Ah, well, that'll teach me to open my mouth. Once again we see the dangers of taking things seriously. Things like subject lines, for example. ABSINTHE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER I've been gone and back before, I may be again. Until then; keep your powder dry, be Sinister (but kind), and whatever you do: DO NOT FEED THE DUCKS MEAT Jim "I haven't feel geeky or dumb since I was 17. I don't feel marginalised or outmoded and neither should anyone else in this thriving, multiplex society.When will successful, creative, intelligent people stop thinking of themselves as childlike outsiders and start engaging with the real high-stakes world? Wake up fanboy, wake up fangirl. Don't you want to rule the world?" - Grant Morrison +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From foranotherdream at xxx.com Mon Feb 11 23:17:02 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 15:17:02 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: i'm so excited and i just can't hide it Message-ID: <20020211231702.17777.qmail@web12402.mail.yahoo.com> hello everyone and a good morning to you... i think that i will start my post with a bit of b&s content as i am way too excited about coachella!! b&s AND bjork. how will i contain all of the joy? plus they are on separate days which gives me an 'excuse' to go both days...it will be better than last year. not even bringing up the fact that i am NOT going to get heat exhaustion this year. a bunch of friends, good music, a giant field, and camping. *sigh* plus the pot i plan to smuggle in my bra. valentine's day is just around the corner. my sinister valentine john is suuper nice. (hi john!...your package will be in the mail soon i pwomise.) maybe i will have a good valentine's day for once. does anyone else not like that day, or is it just me and my selfish self-misery? cunning andre wrote: "And I've officially become THE MOST PATHETIC PERSON ON SINISTER. Last week I signed up for one of those internet dating sites. I don't know what more can possibly be said about that." sweetie, you aren't the only pathetic sinister...i have one as well. it was the middle of the night and i was suffering from an extra-excruciating case of insomnia. it was kinda as a joke, but surprisingly i have gotten 2 replies. one from a guy who was super handsome and the other from a man more than twice my age. that one was a bit unnerving as he was almost 50 years old. if you show me yours, i'll show you mine... for my happy news...i got my first real paycheck on friday after not getting one for months. first i got my cell phone turned back on. then i mailed a friends' belated christmas present. then i got to go to the store and buy some lotions! though this might sound like an un-event, it's actually a very exciting thing. i work in a cafe and thus, constantly washing my hands. i got to splurge and buy fancy semi-expensive lotion. relief. there are lotions there are potions you can take to hide your shame from all those prying eyes some people have been posting about depression, hard times, and medication. i thought i would join the red wagon and post a bit about it too. it has taken me seven years to finally get over things. it all started when i was 14 and the first suicide attempt. and it all ended with getting my heart broken a coupla days before this past new year's holiday. the seven years have been a long tiring journey through my soul. but i am grateful for it, for if i had not made it through it all, i wouldn't be where i am today. i mean, more power to those who can do it without going through crying all the time. i have had to accept that i am just not one of those people. as far as suggestions and personal testimonies of 'cures'...i tried counceling, medication, and forcing myself to be happy. i tried to do it on my own and i tried to rely on friends and family. counciling just flat out didn't do any good. though probably mostly my fault as i didn't stick with it. it might have worked, who knows. the anxiety medication worked for a little while until i tried to take the whole bottle at the same time. and whenever i tried to go out and make up my mind to be happy, i was pretending. living a "fake happy" life made everything else worse. i tried to get help from my parents. long story short. i know they love me, but they just didn't know how to deal with me. even to this day, we can't just have a conversation. it's very sad really. it's one of the one things that i wish was different. dropping hints to my friends that something was wrong, only pushed most of them away. that was my own fault. who the hell was i to drag them into something that they didn't want to deal with. after that i didn't really have anyone, but myself. and the knowledge of where i needed to be mentally and physically. i have posted about it before, but my grandfather is what helped me completely snap out of it. i forget who it was or exactly what was said, but it was mentioned that all this talk about being depressed is more a subject of selfishness. i believe this to be right, but not at the same time. does that make sense? i mean, part of it all is sometimes a physicality that you might not be aware of and sometimes it's an extended pity party. maybe it's all a general grey area that maybe there is no set cure or set definition. some people go through it and some don't. sometimes it breaks you and sometimes it makes you stronger. there was a point to my story...oh...the lotion. but now i can't really remember the application. hmm. i'm sorry about the tangent. but i will end with more b&s content: "storytelling". how to begin. i didn't really fancy the movie too much for it's "movie value". it's just...awkward. i mean, i was just disappointed about paying nine whole dollars for it. the soundtrack was wonderful though. and yeah, everytime i listen to "the state i am in" i occasionally have a mental picture i wish i didn't. there were a lot of extended silences. i wish he would do something like "welcome to the dollhouse" awkward again, and maybe move away from the happiness awkward. todd s. does get credit in my book though for getting b&s to do his soundtrack. he must not be all that bad? off to work, sara p.s...everyone go get your tickets on march 2nd!! yippie!!! ===== all the people'd stare as if we were both quite insane someday my name and his are going to be the same __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From deftones18 at xxx.com Tue Feb 12 00:07:16 2002 From: deftones18 at xxx.com (Joey V Lawton) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 19:07:16 -0500 Subject: No subject Message-ID: <20020211.190722.-3793411.2.deftones18@juno.com> hello there. i'm new here and all of you popular kids seem to know each other already so I decided to follow Oliver's example and talk about me for a while. (disclaimer: please don't let me e-mail address throw you. i have no current affiliation with or desire to listen to deftones. but i created this e-mail account in junior high and i haven't had any drive to change it.) anyway, yes. i am joey. i live about 25 miles outside of boston, massachusettes, which is but a hop, skip, and a twelve hour airplane ride from where the rest of you all seem to reside in merry old england and the surrounding region. i learn about you in world history. you all live in castles and drink tea and wear red coats and have bad teeth. . . and that's the american educational system for you. sorry. and it's now apparant that i'm in high school. but yes, belle and sebastian. i watched the cartoon on nickelodeon as a child and first heard the music at the end of last summer and it seemed to be a bit perfect, so i decided to like them. they make me feel happy. my friend laura describes good music as "music that makes you walk differently" and when i walk and listen to belle and sebastian at the same time, the walking becomes a strange kind of weightless sensuality that doesn't take itself too seriously, but serious enough to remember to move forward. and it's brought me this far, so i can't complain. i guess that's all. the stearn little e-mail from honey that i got as an introduction told me not to list favorites from various categories as it might hurt feelings and wast time, so i won't. but if i could, i would do it now. somewhat sincerely, joey ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From flynn60102 at xxx.com Tue Feb 12 02:39:09 2002 From: flynn60102 at xxx.com (howard shady) Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 18:39:09 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: I shall finally speak(for better or worse) Message-ID: <20020212023909.85372.qmail@web12508.mail.yahoo.com> hello to all on the sinister list. this right here is my first post so i will try not to look too much like a fool. i've been monitoring some of the messages and finally got the cajones to introduce myself. i have had a voice here for a couple months but have been suffering from some sort of electronic laryngitis(did i spell that right). anyway, my name is raymond howard humphrey. long time resident of the lovely state we call illinois. i'm a 29yr old boy who lives in the northwest burbs of chicago land. it seems anytown in illinois is now a surburb of chicago but thats besides the point. i'm a manager for a tool and die company in one of the other suburbs near me. it's a living i suppose, but my dreams of becoming a male model were shot years ago so for now i just boss folks around who don't really understand what i'm saying(they wonder why i get cranky somtimes) i've been in touch with a few of the folks in my area offlist and they know who they are, so a BIG HELLO to them. I also belong to the postcardfromhell so if there are any of you postcarders on here Hello to you as well. as you can tell i'm not very good with these things so i will cut short and actually get back to work. which is where i'm at right now and it's quite quiet here tonite. anyhooooo.....i'll stop boring you with my intro and get back to working. have a good night everyone. yours unruly ray p.s. if anyone is into trading live B&S shows feel free to email me and maybe we can have a trade. Always looking to boost my collection. cheers p.s.s. happy valentines day to you all as well __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amy.longcore at xxx.com Tue Feb 12 06:08:30 2002 From: amy.longcore at xxx.com (amy.longcore at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 01:08:30 -0500 Subject: Sinister: long work night=long post Message-ID: the sinister list, for me, is like a good album. ya know those lps that that you've been able to listen to anytime, anywhere and any year? every song is good, or atleast listenable, and has a few lines or so that really *click* with you. i've taken the liberty of plucking out a few lines from the list that have made me go, "yep, uh huh" lately, and now i'll share them with you. i'm really nothing more than a sap romantic who talks to puppies and paints her toenails while singing along with billie holiday.-kirsten kenyon (by they way, were those jade monkeys you purchased the hear no evil see no evil speak no evil monkeys????) It's always been a personal philosophy of mine that you can't get from somone what they haven't got within themself to offer you- and so it goes.-Lilywhite (I also like that other lists' post you shared wiff us, i understand where you were coming from. no harm meant.) A few years ago I was out for the afternoon with some friends and I realized that I act like a tourist wherever I go.-Mandeeeeeeeeeeeeee I create little stories in my head and follow them and elaborate on them and repeat them day after day, like my own miniature soap opera.-Jesse Chanin I look down,alan's on my floor...-Danny Farrell (just kidding, lucy!) too many to list without breaking a list mommy rule, but you get the idea. baker baker's been making bootiful posts. so has the stankin' boy some call dave. and then some, thanks for making the minutes i ponder by myself more worf while, kids. you all fit the following descriptions: 1) peachy 2) keen 3) tops 4) bitchin' 5) rad i got my sini-valentine today, and i'm oh,so happy i decided to do the silly-nilly lovely exchange. fun. and thanks and thanks and thanks again.... one of the best mixes i've ever received from someone. :) i also got in my banchory order. a good day for mail in the bachelorette longcore homestead. i'll hang my tea towel next to my chili and spices tea towel. the colors even go together. i have the hippest kitchen in the midwest, 70's puke orange countertop and all. my mother collects linens such as this, ya know, i'm quite tempted to get her one. for those who don't know what i'm speaking of, banchory offers a lovely "belle and sebastian quality tea towel of industrial Scotland". yes, they do. as far as stuff goes, it's one of my favorite new *things*. *careless talk costs lives* i got that in my order today as well. and gosh was i brought back by stu's talk of the views in Rio. Brazil is the only other country i've been to (aside from a tawdry night in canada). I spent a month there at the age of 17, hungry for an exchange student i fell in love wiff in high school. "I promised to go with Andrea to see the statue of Jesus that stands over Rio....it almost makes me cry to see its face.... the sculptor has done a good job. We found ourselves up there above the clouds, the condors, the helicopters, the city, up there with the statue's calm gaze and outstrectched palms..." there's so much to see from up there. if you look right across you see the statue, clouds, mountains and trees and beauty. you look straight down and see poverty. i also liked his talk of the people there. i hate to sound very cut and dry and that "americans are one way and other nations are this way", etc. BUT, most brazillians i've met have this unflappable ability to spread smiles and joy. they just seem to exude chear. there is a distinct sense of pride, even in the most brutal situations. while going through the sao paulo art museum one day, a group of school children in tattered uniforms began following my friend escort and i. crying "azule!" and "new kids on the block!" i'm a standout in such a place, and i'm sure they overheard our foreign speak. red hair, blue eyes. azule=blue. the kids all wanted to know if i KNEW new kids on the block. i ashamedly said "no" and wished i'd had treats to pass out to their sweet, sweet faces. hugs and hugs abound. driving home awhile later, i'm staring wildly at the battered housing i see. unbelievable to my midwest country girl eyes. friend escort points to an area quite resembling hell to my pampered middle-class self and says, "this is the district those school children are from, up ahead you'll see their place of teaching..." which reminds me of bakers' question, "what makes someplace home to you?" when i first read that, i wanted to hide under the bridge by my favorite river stream here and write a book about my town. so small. so close-minded. but, gosh, the beauty i have surrounding me. the manistee national forest is a bootiful thing. my friend christopher once told me, years ago, as he was moving to chicago, "i don't care if i see another tree as long as i live." one day last fall when he came to visit, i took him to a stop along the river which has a little floating dock you can stand on and see the beaver swimming about... and the frogs... and the trees... and the driftwood... and the amazing color that autumn brings. listening to the peaceful creaks, barks and chirps of nature, he then said, "i feel like i'm being touched by the hand of God." i call it the "essence of being blessed" when you take in something that moves you that much. i've almost taken up the sport of fishing just to have an excuse to be outside more. i'm just no good at it. i once caught a large turtle and couldn't handle the guilt as i pryed the hook from his mouth. gosh, i thought i was reeling in a very big fish though! but do i feel at home here? only in the very walt whitman sense of the words. i can make a home wherever i feel loved, basically. and i have done just that in a proper city before. i'll just always feel more comfortable around lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of trees. i have stories from this weekend, but i've gone on enough. i would like to know, though, how one would obtain funding for a documentary. do you just pitch your ideas and schemes until someone bites? or do you go ahead and fund yourself then try to find a distributor? what to do? what i would like to do would entail quite a bit of american traveling. more pipe dreams perhaps, but it's fun and it's what keeps life moving. bye jim gilmer. maybe you'll write me one day. hi ray and vicar and danny and #sini and bill and paisley and all the rest of you sweet kids. and stuff. big chocolate chunks of love, amyjacks np: stereolab-microbe hunters p.s. v!i!v!a! la r!a!c!h!e!l!s! (archel, tape, got to you yet???) p.p.s. can i post just once w/o mentioning friend christopher? prolly not. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Tue Feb 12 10:31:10 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Rachel PY) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 10:31:10 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Here comes the cunt Message-ID: James Gilmer said: >>stuff<< and I agree, God, you guys should all GROW UP. The only reason I joined this list was to pull, I fooled you for suckers didn't I? There you were all thinking how great and witty I am with all my wonderful posts in the past with my self-rightious opinions - I wasn't even being serious. Well, the time has come to leave the list, now that I'm with the wonderful Kenneth P Y Chu, isn't he a lovely boy? The other day, he was playing guitar and singing songs to me, he changed the lyrics of "I love my car" to "I love myself", aww he is such a sweetie. The other day I was going shopping with Ken, and we saw another couple walking past us, they were wearing clothes. "People who wear clothes are cunts" "Yeah" My role model is Dali Llama cos he has so much tolerance for others, I can't STAND people with no tolerances for others. that, or indie kids, the fucking smelly bastards. Anyway, back to the real subject of this post, I was listening to a recording of the BBC broadcast of B&S in Belfast (thanks to the lovely Grainne) - when Stuart sings the song "Here comes the sun", in the chorus bit, he ACTUALLY sings: "sun sun sun... you're a CUNT!" repeatedly (listen to it yourself)!! ...and I thought of you lot. Okay bye, I won't be posting ever again, aren't you sad? Rachel P Y _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Tue Feb 12 11:28:12 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 11:28:12 Subject: Sinister: On the No 4 into town. Message-ID: Well hello Sinister. Last time I posted, I said "I will not be a lurker. I will not be lurker", but it seems that that's what I'm becoming. Ah well, let's see if this can buck the trend... ***P...P...P...P...POP I...I...I...IDOL*** So yeah, that was fun, wasn't it? "No" I hear you chorus. Well, you're right - it was a bit shit, but like most crap telly, it was quite addictive. I only watched the last two shows, and they were pants, but I still watched them. I'm glad that Will won. Or rather, I'm glad that Gareth didn't win. Sure, the guy's got a stammer or whatever, and I've got nothing against that, but the shameless publicity that he pulled surrounding his stammer, and the way he tried to turn it into some endearing gimmick basically stank, as far as I'm concerned. I've got no problems with people with speech impediments, but he was trying to trade on that fact. It doesn't really matter though, does it? I mean, all of the PopIdol people have got record contracts now, anyway; the only losers in the whole of Pop Idol were the mugs who phoned in and voted... ***STORYTELLING*** I saw this last night, but I didn't pay $9, as somebody else did. It cost me �1.50, and it was money well spent. I'm not really sure how to describe it, but if it were a record, it would be something fantastically impenetrable on Warp Records or Rephlex or something - very carefully created to be *difficult*, but the kind of thing that I would imagine a few people absolutely adoring. I did appreciate (I typed "enjoy" before, but that's not the right word) the way that it imposed nervous silences and made the viewer feel really uncomfortable throughout, and I liked the self-forfilling-prophecy nature of the first story; ie the girl was writing a shitty short-story and the class were ripping it to shreds, but the short-story is actually the story protrayed in the film. I'm not sure if that's justification for making a shite film, but I liked it anyway. The second story was a lot better than the first though - mind you that's not saying much if the first story was deliberately written to be crap. I liked the ending to both stories though. And the song during the credits was cool, too. ***MEETING SINISTERINES IS EASY*** Gina was talking about putting faces to people on the list, and how it takes away a certain anonymity which characterises so much of this lovely place. And I agree with her. But the problem is that it's a temptation too far. It's like when you see a magician do a really cool trick and you really really badly want to know how it's done. The magician tells you that you don't *really* want to know, and then you pester him for the secret. Eventually he caves in, and although it's now cool that you're in on the secret, the magic of the unknown is lost. That's how I see it, anyway. All that said, though, I wouldn't mind being a magician, and to be a magician you have to lose the magic. ***LOW*** I've been getting into Low a lot. I got the "Christmas" EP for Christmas, and I've just bought "Things We Lost In The Fire", which is equally beautiful. But here's the request: What should I buy now? People say that "Secret Name" is the best one, so maybe I should go for that, but any advice would be fab. ***AND THAT'S ABOUT IT*** And that's about it. There was prolly other things I wanted to talk about, but they pass me by at this moment in time. I love you all, I love you all. Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Tue Feb 12 11:41:19 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 11:41:19 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Ease your face in the sea (Brighton Beporting Back) Message-ID: Hello sinistees, Still drunk from not sleeping for 2 days on Friday evening, I took a train down to London for the start of a pun packed weekend. First was a birthday party in a mansion at Primrose Hill after bumping into msssonner on the streets on Chalk Farm whilst on a wander, and we were then joined by mrbapps for cake and ice cream that was to line our respective stomachs for the atheletics events that was to come soon after. The theme tune was "the rollercoaster ride" during our tube journey on the metropolitan line, after which we arrived at the Betsey Trotwood Stadium, where we joined team Sinister for the Track and Field competitions. The participants seemed to be talented in many disciplines, but I have decided to concentrate on the Shot putts from the bar. In true me fashion, I have foolishly neglected to check the train times for the latest trains and thus hadn't realised that trains don't run at 3am, but thankfully there was more cake to eat and a bouncy carpet to sleep on until the next morning. The next day was a maddening race between the Railtrack Express and the Daplyn Express to reach the utopia that is Ken's House, Milton Keynes. Luckily Railtrack Express won by a narrow margin despite a valiant effort from msldaplyn who probably jumped a few red lights. After a brief tea and lunch and S club 7 watching we set off for the sunny shores of Brighton, which was made in an amazingly good time of only 2 hours, thanks to more expert red light jumping skills, we then attempted to meet the very well spoken msaplayforth through the back alley, but she went down pre-maturely. So we got down and dirty past "Tidy Street", and into a pub where we connected with msrplayforth and the sinister massive that is mrbapps, mscmcdermott, msrwright, mrpcarter, mrmhester, mrmcassarotto, mslalder, mrjdansonhatcher, and mrrbrennen inside a beer tent/garden thing. After drinking, writing insult and reading a book about "Chuckie Shunter" (who appearent has a full load), we set off to an expedition to find booze and then the beach, where we had a fun time shivering at but were soon warmed by the arrival of msmmcneil, mrpfield and mssshackford. We warmed ourselves further later at the arcades by performing some ritual dancing, and earned money from poking Chris Terrant in the eye, whilst mrbapps found himself a nice pork for the stuffing. Later on, there was vehicular carnage as sinisters all drove into each other in a game of dodgems (which, I've been informed is known as "bumper cars" in america), and various other daring acts of bravery with heavy machinaries we set off for the pub, for drinks etc. We also set up an away team who were to scout the land of Brighton for comestibles, there weren't many options, but we eventually found a cafe run by a rather timid, shy man, who had a menu full of gourmet meals with tantalizing names, one such "Bender Grill", underneath which was a warning that read "does not contain bone". After the boning, we returned to the pub and stayed until closing time. We then went back to the Playforth Playhouse - but not before recovering an unconscious sinister, and another casualty who crashed full force into a Volkswagen Polo's crumple-zone. There were further injuries later on, but we were all amazed by Macy Gray's remarkable resilience that enabled her to carry on pulling the cunning stunts despite suffering from mulitple neck injuries. We have proved during that evening that girls are better in snowboarding, as msaplayforth and msrwright came on top of the boys, and we liked that. Much coming and going and ins and outs then went on on the magic sofabed that seems to be able to fit an unlimited amount of people, but then I supposed everyone were very well packaged. Which was when I fell asleep. mrmcassarotto decided that he prefers to be inside a narrow corridor, so that's what he did before we got rudely awaken the next day to the theme tune of the seagulls, singing "ahh ahhh ahh I wanna shit on you" very loudly. Later on, we went into a cafe in Brighton, that is suspeciously called "Buddies", on the napkins there was a silhouette of two well physiqued men holding hands - very tasty - as was the meal. Everyone got thoroughly meated except msaplayforth, who preferred the two veg. It was nearly time to go home, but we wanted one last farewell to the Beautiful Brighton Beach, we waved goodbye to the Brighton Beach, the Brighton Beach said goodbye back with an even bigger wave, and embraced mrmcassarotto. I was so overcome by the emotion I collapsed onto the floor, and was in danger of being suffocated. We then went shopping, for dry clothes, and hats. I was 4 numbers away from winning 20 million pounds in the lottery. We bought/defaced CDs from a record shop, some kissing went on outside the CD store before photos were taken.. and we went drinking coffee/tea/red bull/lemonade and then departed. We slowed headed for our respective destinations as msaplayforth waved goodbye to us from her tenement. msldaplyn and mrbapps and i took the daplyn express back to the sunny shores of oxford-by-sea, as we had our sunday night plans all sussed out, the journey was accompanied by the wonderous sounds of Philip Glass - who made the car journey felt like a car journey, but a good one of those - plus a few other selections that we had purchased from the Brighton CD Store. We went past many great road signs, including one that says "humps for 360 yards", and a sign for a place called "stokenchurch", which has my full name in it - I'm sure the two signs are somehow related. We sang along to songs that reminded us of the wonderful weekend, such as "Ease your feet in the sea" and "I don't love anyone". We finally got to oxford, and after failing to invite two young impressionable college girls into our sex party we proceeded to have sex, although none of us felt anything, so later on we jerked up our senses with possibly THE WORLD'S BEST curry in oxford called (roughly) the Rajmahal, which was brilliant. And we got some mushrooms for free. I formulated the world's greatest plan after curry to take the bus home to Milton Keynes from Oxford, and then drive BACK to Oxford, then go dancing and then drive back for work the next day, unfortunately, by the time I got back home it was very late and there wasn't much time left for dancing had I driven back to Oxford. Apologies to the Oxford massive, although I guess you may probably have had "sussed" that I wasn't gonna be able to make it. My my, wasn't that long. Speaking of which better go and attend to rachel py, she's getting horny. Thanks to everyone I met - I had such a great time - especial thanks to the catering/hotelier services and transport providers, and also mrmcassarotto who selflessly sacrificed his dryness to cheer us up from our hangovers. Too much stuff and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From alexander.bartilson at xxx.com Tue Feb 12 12:56:56 2002 From: alexander.bartilson at xxx.com (Alexander Bartilson) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 13:56:56 +0100 (CET) Subject: Sinister: List abuse: tickets wanted for the Show in Stockholm Message-ID: <200202121256.g1CCuug12674@d1o82.telia.com> I'm really sorry for this but I'm a bit desperate. Due to me making a huge mistake I only managed to get seating tickets (I really want to have standing tickets) to the show in Stockholm, Sweden so if anyone's got 2 spare Standing tickets that they would be willing to sell to me I would be them forever thankful. If anyone's willing to trade 2 standing tickets for my seating tickets that will do as well. Mail me offline at alexander.bartilson at telia.com ///Alexander +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From antipopconsortium at xxx.com Tue Feb 12 15:34:43 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 15:34:43 +0000 Subject: Sinister: The View from my Window Message-ID: The cool kids just walked past my window and went off down Fieldhouse Road. They were carrying their guitars today so I think they're in a band together, I call them the cool kids because they consciously dress like members of The Strokes and, increasingly, they seem to be taking their guitars everywhere they go - there are three of them and one must be the drummer because he doesn't ever carry a guitar, I assume it must be his house they rehearse at. I don't know them at all, and I can only distinguish them because they dress a bit differently from most of the people round here (currently en vogue in Yardley, Birmingham is the 'kev' style of dress, which various different regions also call townies, chavs, neds etc... you know what I mean). Anyway they're probably rehearsing right now, the cool kids that is, no doubt crafting some mean rock 'n' roll in a bedroom in one of the grotty cul de sacs off Fieldhouse Road. As I said, I don't know them at all, but I'm actually on nodding terms with the one I assume to be the drummer - or at least he nodded at me the other day when I was out on one of my wanders, I nodded back of course, a bit puzzled. I suppose he thought I might be a kindred spirit, since I dress a bit like he does, perhaps he wanted empathy or something, there isn't a lot of empathy round here. I think they're probably too cool for me though to be honest, I wonder what they'd think of my record collection - I mean, I've got some Velvet Underground and Pavement records and stuff which they'd probably like, but what they'd make of Plone and Boards of Canada I'm not sure. To be fair to them though, the first time I saw the three of them together I admittedly dismissed them as bandwagon-jumpers, but people who live up Fieldhouse Road can't just afford guitars and crazy hairdos unless they're serious. It looks as though either number 161 or 163 is being put up for sale (i can't tell from just craning my neck and looking up the road - the sign isn't in a very good place, a bloke in a white van parked up there a while ago and put up a Dixons sign - 0121 784 7744 is the number you have to ring for details, or you can go to www.rightmove.co.uk and look up 161 or 163 Blakesley Road Yardley Birmingham. There might even be a picture, but I warn you, it isn't a very nice house. Anyway, the man who came to put up the sign had his kid (I assume) in the van with him, which I thought was quite interesting - the milkman also had his son (again an assumption) in his milk float with him, does anyone get milk from milkmen anymore? It seems to be a dying trade. It's a nice thought though, the son, gives up a precious day of half term frolics to go out with his dad and see what the working world is like, a chance for bonding and learning perhaps. However, when this white van parked up the kid stayed inside while the man went about putting up the sign (I couldn't quite see properly, but it appeared as if he didn't announce his arrival to the occupants of number 161 or 163, whichever it is, he just silently went about his work. What economy of emotions kept the boy inside the van, was it his decision or his dad's? Perhaps the boy had started the day keenly helping, as eager kids do, but he got in the way a bit too much and was banished to the van. Or perhaps the boy, helping eagerly at first soon lost interest and became bored - realising that his dad's job wasn't all he had thought it to be. The way you sort of idolise your dad, especially if your mum doesn't work, just for the way he goes off to work every day, theres something noble and mysterious about it. Then when you get a bit older, and you learn about job hierarchies and salaries and things, and you realise he's as boring and fallible as everyone else. I sometimes feel really sorry for my dad, he dropped out of school when he was 15 and theres something that chips away at the ego when you work all week but still have to have family credit - it's something my rich friends dad's at school don't really have to think about, I think that bothers him a bit too, on parents evenings and things when he chats to the engineers and doctors and things. We're not struggling or anything, I wouldn't be typing to you on this computer if we were but I think it does bother him sometimes. I remember one evening, about two years ago - it was a strange evening to say the least, because my mum was out, and she's never out at that time of day. The rest of us were sitting in the living room watching TV - me, my two brothers, my little sister and my dad. He had told us mum was out shopping "Aren't all the shops shut though now?" "Well... She'll be on her way home now wont she?" "It's getting a bit late though isn't it?" "You know what the buses are like from town at this time of night." His story wasn't exactly watertight, but it didn't really bother us much. Anyway, we were watching this stupid show about surfing, on quality channel eurosport (they were taking a break from ski jumping for an hour or so I presume), and the show was focussing on the senior division of this surfing tournament being held somewhere in Australia. And the surfers participating in it were about my dads age, almost 40, some a bit older and they were being interviewed and typically going on about how good it is to still be able to participate and how much they were enjoying the tournament because nobody was taking it too seriously and all, everything you'd expect them to say. While this was going on, my dad said, to no one in particular: "Imagine doing that, travelling all over the world and doing what you love - a completely different life..." and he broke off. I remember feeling a bit uncomfortable at the time and casting my mind back to the time he used that same phrase "a completely diferent life." on our holiday in Weston Super Mare that year as we were standing on the seafront looking up at the big houses on a foresty hill a bit further up the coast, they all looked out onto the sea. "Imagine living there," he had said "A completely different life.." "Yeah, but it'd be freezing in the winter." my mum had cut in, "yeah" he had agreed. Afer he said that I think I went upstairs to do some homework or something, and a bit later my mum came back and we found out the real reason she had been out - she was pregnant again, we were having another baby. She had been to the doctors to be properly tested and everything. At the time I was naturally a bit flustered by the news, if you've been keeping count you'll realise this would be my parents fifth child, and so it wasn't until later that I made the connection between that and what my dad had said. He obviously knew when he was watching that programme about surfing - the doctor's test was just a formality. I'm not trying to say that he didn't want to have another child (incidentally said child is now born and fine and everything), but just that he sometimes gets tired of it all, and you can hardly blame him for that. I've digressed massively there, but as I watched the boy in the white van, waiting for his dad to put up the for sale sign I could tell that was the last place he wanted to be, he visibly winced as some giggling kids ran past the van. I suppose I felt a bit sorry for him, stuck in that van for whatever reason. But they drove off and whichever house it is is now for sale. In other news, my mum says that she saw the man across the road putting down grass seed the other day (is this the right time of year for grass seed, I don't know), but she thinks she saw him. This isn't that unusual you may be thinking, but the house in question is a bit odd as regards plant life in the front garden, in that there isn't any - not one single thing is growing there. Last summer the man who lives there, and the rest of his family took it upon themselves to remove every trace of the living from the garden, they uprooted a whole long line of hedge, two connifer trees and some scraggly flowers as well as digging up the entire lawn. It was hillarious and completely surreal to watch. One evening in particular they had a barbeque in the garden, and took turns to cut down bits of hedge, this was at about 11pm. The front garden has been bare ever since (as for the back garden, we can only speculate), but I suppose if he's now planting grass seed then there is at least some method to his madness. I'll keep you posted on this, since it's probably the most interesting thing I can see from my bedroom window. If I look over to the right and down the hill I can see ASDA and its neighbour the Tysely Incinerator spewing smoke into the air. It's been downhill for that ASDA ever since Morrison's opened up by the Blues ground - ASDA cola is pretty much the only thing thats worth going there for now. Last summer I tried to draw the view from my bedroom window - my plan was to do a whole series of drawings, but in the same scale so I could make a big panoramic vista. But I couldn't do it justice, there was too much to cram in and even when I was trying my best to be technically accurate with perspective and everything (my drawings are usually not very techinically accurate I have to admit), it still felt as though there were something missing. So I abandoned the idea, though I have recycled a couple of the drawings for my A-level art project this year so the time spent wasn't completely wasted. I've told a fair few people, on the net and in real life about this already so I might as well tell all of you as well, since I think it's an interesting story. A few months ago a few of the people from my school, I wouldn't exactly call them friends of mine - two of them I speak to quite a bit, but the others and I don't really see eye to eye, decided to go on holiday together next summer. This sounded like an excellent idea in principle since it would be between exams finishing and university starting, so it would be a chance for them to perhaps spend the last few weeks they have together bonding and getting to know eachother a bit better. They've been friends for almost seven years. They chose to go to Ibiza which, to put it mildly, sounded like an awful choice, but it's easy to sneer at Ibiza as a vacant and debauched hole, but they might enjoy themselves. Thats what I thought when one of them told me their plans. Fair enough, so they went off and booked the holiday and everything was fine with that until one of them, Paul, decided he didn't want to go anymore... Now, the type of holiday they booked was the sort where if somebody backs out they lose their deposit and the cost of the holiday stays the same, there are no reductions whatsoever if somebody drops out. This left the group with a problem, either Paul had to pay for the holiday even though he didn't want to go anymore, essentially money for nothing, and he had already lost a �110 deposit (also he's under no legal obligation to pay anything - if he did it would be out of the kindness of his heart only) or the other five could split the cost between them, amounting to something like �40 each - or they could work something out in between those two (but again, anything Paul payed would be purely a gesture of friendship). The problem is that Paul, naturally, doesn't want to pay all this money for something he's not going to use, and the others think he should pay because they think he's landed them all with an extra charge to pay, and they don't seem at all prepared to compromise. Remember that they've all been friends for almost seven years, in fact they're quite a self-contained group at school - as a yeargroup the whole year mixes quite a lot inside school and there are few isolated groups or individuals, but these six are one such group. Paul's argument is that the others are planning to spend �50 a day while they're in Ibiza (remember earlier on when I was talking about rich kids, these are such people), and so another �40 wont be that much for them. The others' argument is that Paul agreed to go on the holiday, and even though legally he doesn't have to, he should pay the whole charge. What's interesting is that Paul hasn't really given a reason for not going, he's just said he doesn't think he'll enjoy it, which seems fair enough to me, but the others think that isn't good enough when theres quite a lot of money at stake here. They had quite a big row about this one lunchtime at school, where nothing was resolved, and so the five still going on the holiday have decided that if Paul wont pay then they are going to completely exclude him from the group, sit apart from him in class and at lunchtimes and not talk to him, and they're doing a pretty good job of it so far. It's fascinating to watch really, not only because it's so unusual to see them sitting separately but because essentially the group of five that still want to go on the holiday are putting a price on the friendship, either you pay or you don't get to be friends with us. Poor Paul doesn't know what to do with himself really, though of course you could argue the whole thing is his fault in the first place, but I think they're all acting rather childishly over this and it's sad to see a friendship quantified into so many pounds, when friendship is really meant to go above all that. I'm not sure how it'll all be resolved, and whatever happens neither side will be able to claim victory, because now that a price has been put on the friendship I don't think they'll ever be able to be friends in the same way ever again, not after this - because you have to think, if you were on either side, were they ever really my friend at all? It's odd that quite petty actions in the present can change your perception of people in the past isn't it? But thats what's happening, and in a quite voyeuristic way it's very engaging to watch and try to guess the outcome, but also quite depressing in a way, watching such strong friendships collapse. I could ramble on indefinitely about other things which interest me, but I really must get back to writing about Andy Warhol, he's a fascinating guy, but I need to be careful not to repeat myself too much. Sorry if none of this struck a chord with you, especially if you read it anyway. Keep watching the skies (for birds) - Kieran p.s. apologies to Jesse and Erin who will have heard the holiday story in various versions before. p.p.s. happy pancake day - my brother and I have been doing crap Vic Reeves "I'll squirt tart lemon in your eye!" impersonations all day. It truly is a king among days. _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From timothy at xxx.net Tue Feb 12 17:29:11 2002 From: timothy at xxx.net (Tim Hackett) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 17:29:11 -0000 Subject: Sinister: dip your finger in and try my fiscal policies Message-ID: <005a01c1b3ea$c8aaa3f0$5b00010a@internal.zone> Hi. Ages ago (last year now I think) Bapps called me a wanton lurker. I like that, so it seems all wrong that i'm actually writing something cus that might make me a wanton poster, which sounds like someone who has a fetish about pillar boxes. Which i haven't. Honestly. Anyway, being old fashioned and only having access to a telephone at the time, I rang up the 'Belle and Sebastian ticket hotline' to get my tickets for the brixton academy and things are progressing nicely until we come to finalise the deal... them: "that'll be 4.50 for postage" me: "how much? can't you just use a first class stamp?" them: "sorry sir, it's registered next day delivery" me: "and what was the 2 pounds booking fee for then" them: "thats for administration" me: "grumble grumble moan unsubtle sigh of defeat etc. oh go on then" them: "thankyou very much sir, the tickets will be with you in the next 28 days" me: "but you've just screwed me for 4.50 for next day delivery, i want them tomorrow not in 28 days" and so it went on. Now, I don't begrudge Belle and Sebastian their 17.50, but it does seem a bit over the top for wayahead to charge you almost 40 percent of the ticket price just to get your hands on the tickets. Nevermind eh. Has anyone heard anything about support acts yet? I hear that now H from steps has played eat my goal on sm:tv far too many times his diary is almost empty... Gina mentioned Dave Dee's Banana Warehouse, which just needs to be repeated because it is such a good name even if the place is full of over priced junk. Talking of bananas, I went to the banana cabaret on friday night, in london town, which was definitely a good thing (and it's nothing like the banana cabaret in amsterdam before peoples smutty minds go into overdrive). The Treasure Hunt sounds like great fun. Brings back lots of memories of keneth kendall and wincy willis helping a couple of OAP's guide anika rice to the post office to collect their pensions for them... Hope the york sinister massives feet aren't getting too wet. I guess that is why the university have put the hire rates of campus rooms up to 25 squid a night - being on top of the hill it is one place in york thats not going to flood. right then, back to my stone, tim.x This email was bought to you with the letter P and the number 8 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lizdaplyn at xxx.com Tue Feb 12 20:05:22 2002 From: lizdaplyn at xxx.com (Liz Daplyn) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 20:05:22 +0000 Subject: Sinister: On the menu for today... Message-ID: Cor! What a luvverly bunch of coconuts we all are! Especially people I has bin associating with this unnaturally extended weekend! I am *simply thrilled, honeys* to have been immortalised as a Classy Bird. It's true, goddammit and stuff. -- So anyway, after not _quite_ enough sleep on Friday night, I saddled me little red Peugot burro and headed out from non-sexy Newport on a tangential vector for sexy Milton Keynes, although why I'm not quite sure. Having only got lost once (a nice surprise indeed) I found myself eating nice instant noodles at the abode of Ken (He's Beyond The [Himself] Of Most People) Chu, and forthwith after a short contemplative pause we overloaded the poor burrito with our combined persons and struck out for (Right On) Brighton (Looks A Fright On Drinking All Night. On) where we eventually joined the Bri(ghton)tish S(inister)chool of M(asseev)otoring. In the pub, as has become a scarily expensive habit since. I was so young and innocent once, before ever I glimpsed the baldy pate of Mark (Wet, Stiff and Salty) Casarroto. -- Lots of cool (not to say fecking freezing) activities took place, including righteous booty being kicked at dodgems, and jaws were hauled up from the floor after witnessing Ken's Dazzling DDR Masterclass. I evidently stared offensively at Rob (Handsome) Brennan quite often, for which I don't think I apologised sufficiently (sorry), but it was unintentional and alcohol-fuelled. Luckily he didn't whup my ass for the temerity. Smut was smutted. Drunks were drunker and drunker. Peter (Get) Carter was nearly dead several times, or so we thought. Apologies to those present who I've not the brains to think up insulting middle names for. It's probably for the best, if you think about it really hard. Still, I love you all, unless I don't, in which case I'd still say I loved you right to your face like a scaredy-cat hypocrite. -- Sunday brought Gay Greasy Breakfasting Pleasure (TM), and oh, was it necessary. I followed the stupid trick of drinking loads with the stupider one of waking up after 4 hours' sleep and being unable to regain unconsciousness. Did it again Monday morning, grr. Still, minimalist music was bought and also listened to while wending the merry Oxonian way rather later after sewing up aching sides split with hysterical writhings due to someone taking an hilarious and unwanted paddle. Oh how we shrieked ever-so appealingly. -- Sexalicious Curry. -- Participated in crazy dancing action due to Steve (Ginger) Hewitt's Sussed extravaganza, sans James (Dancing Flapjack - conflation of "dancing hatchback" and "flat cap" - do you see my *genius*?) Danson Hatcher and Ken who went AWOL (indelicately) but WITH Cay (Sweet Sucker) McDermott and other gorgeous types. The Cellar *is* the essence of glamour, dahlinks. -- Not Enough Sleep -- Cap'n Liz's Guided (By Hungover Voices) Tour of Oxford, for the benefit of Ben (Nice Baps, Ma'am) Apps. Finally a use for stuff that clogs up my brainular pores unnecessarily - joy! -- Tea and Toast -- Pub & Pub & Pub: Mondaytime drinking - how decadent, innit. -- Eventually: back to The Cellar for keeping music live hijinks with a shoutily nervous but wonderful Cay, also the very good guitar stylings of Matt (Mediaeval Hair But In A Good Way) Willson. -- Not Enough Sleep -- Culture. But you don't want to hear about that. Also extremely nice sludgy green lentil soup and crusty bread. -- Phew! Marathon for Mammoths or wot! And faulty brain with goldfish memory has blanks in it, so fill 'em in yourselves. As you would anyway, you smutty lot. So it's over and out from me, but I'll not leave without promising to get proper sleep before posting again to relieve you of all this tosh. Liz :x ** I wish I could fly Right up to the sky But I can't - Yes you can! -No I can't. ** _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amourfoubaby at xxx.com Tue Feb 12 21:28:51 2002 From: amourfoubaby at xxx.com (Stewie-Louie Ratatouille) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 21:28:51 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Procrastination, Paczki and Paranoia Message-ID: Procrastination: So ... there is this big chalk board in my office that had some sort of (American) football-related diagram on it when i moved in. Today I decided to clean it and use it as my own larger-than-life to-do list. It looks like this: 1. Finish grading papers 2. Edit submissions to journal 3. Prepare speech for Toronto 4. Prepare article for publication 5. Post to Sinister OK, it doesn't look like that - it looks like a chalk board - but that is what's written on it. However, the fact that you have this post in front of you should not be taken as a sign that I finished the other four things - oh, no no no no no ... Polish Paczki: Have I mentioned that I lived in Poland for a year? Though it was only three years ago, it rarely comes up in conversation anymore. The only reason it comes up now is that - much to my surprise - people in North West Ohio celebrate Paczki Day. For those of you who don't know, this is a traditional Polish practice that is the same as Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday ... whatever you call it, wherever you are ... and to take part you just eat loads of jelly doughnuts (in polish: Paczki) on the Tuesday before Lent starts. When I was there, I ate about 15 of the things. This was not (only) due to my American eating habits but because every time I turned around, someone was handing me one. Of course, all my Polish friends gave something up for Lent on the following day, unlike me). I went out drinking - as usual - that Paczki Day night and the bartenders were even giving them out to the revelers. While beer and paczki may seem like Heaven Version 6.5 in theory, I found the practice to be less than agreeable. Paranoia of Provoked Privileges: I looked up twee on the internet and four of the links listed on my first page of results were B&S related. So ... I hope no one minds that I substituted twee-full content for B&S content (I am fairly certain that eating any pastry while drinking would be considered at least a bit twee ... hmm ... did I mention I was wearing a light blue cardigan sweater at the time?). I'm not sure if this substitution is officially sanctioned procedure but it does seem to be a fairly common practice. This Post has been brought to you by the letter P, Stewart [Amour Fou is always illegal, whether it's disguised as a marriage or a boyscout troop--always drunk, whether on the wine of its own secretions or the smoke of its own polymorphous virtues. It is not the derangement of the senses but rather their apotheosis--not the result of freedom but rather its precondition. - Hakim Bey] _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sunnie_set at xxx.com Tue Feb 12 22:08:20 2002 From: sunnie_set at xxx.com (Sunny set) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 22:08:20 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Losing Keys is better than Losing Days or Friends Message-ID: I was standing outside on a rainy grey day with large yellow leaves falling all around me. Small pink leaves already lay on the ground. Rain was beginning to soak through my coat and onto my skin. I checked my pockets a couple of times before slamming the front door and committing myself to leaving the house. I often find myself checking and rechecking my pockets and purse. Partly because I have tendency to be a bit absent minded but mostly because I have a constant a feeling that I�m missing something. The other day I was sitting on the train. Sat opposite me was a strange looking man who I had a feeling could be a little bit like me. I was looking out the window at a grey city. Watching as blood red burnt across the sky seeping into the darkest and greyest of clouds. I tried to hold the image in my head. Scared to forget the tiniest detail of the scene. Beautifully poignant in it�s fragility. And wondered about the thousands of people�s lives which I was passing. All these people�s lives which I was missing out on. Maybe that�s why I check my pockets and purse religiously. Or maybe its just because I�m very forgetful. Take Care Rachel PS Does anyone have spare London ticket they want to give/sell to me? _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Sillylorna at xxx.com Tue Feb 12 22:19:45 2002 From: Sillylorna at xxx.com (Sillylorna at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 17:19:45 EST Subject: Sinister: SillyLorn's 1st Post!!!!! Message-ID: <126.bb3cdd6.299aef01@aol.com> well hello there chaps! tis my first post on here and i be all nervous.. Oooooh! What to say? i've been thinking about this for a few days and i came to the following conclusion: sit at the pooter screen and type what i think. so here goes.... *sits for few mins with a blank mind* ok here goes... *stands up whilst looking at the floor* Hi, My names Lorna, I've been in sinister for about 2 weeks now and feel i have a problem. thus being i dont have tickets to the london gig, incidently if anyone has one for sale you know my e-mail ;o) I'm going to the edin gig, standing tickets. woo hooo! canny wait.. ohh gettin goose pimples just thinking bout it! should be fun. i know of a few ppl who are going from sinister so should be cool to see them, perhaps i might even ping rubber bands at them from a safe, hidden distance. remember, SEE, BUT DON'T BE SEEN! Hmm what else to say..... If anyone wants to know stuff bout me, like who i am, you can go to this link: www.geocities.com/sillyscottishchick/pageone ok, this post didn't really say much did it god bless you all for reading this far into my jibberish Lorna aka SillyLorn +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elf-angel at xxx.com Wed Feb 13 02:34:39 2002 From: elf-angel at xxx.com (Bron) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 20:34:39 -0600 Subject: Sinister: a user and abuser of trucks (not really, it just sounds funny) Message-ID: <49677CD4F92A7AC4192FFF232ED8C0D9@elf-angel.wildmail.com> First post. Meeting people at the door: Hi, nice to meet you! I'm Bronwyn. I go by Bron. I've read all about you people. Walking past the main hall: How did I find this party? Oh, well I have a dear friend who introduced me to Belle and Sebastian a little while ago, and well I've gotten to know them as well...my friend invited me here. I love what you've done with the place! Finding my way into the kitchen: Sure I'll have a little something to drink...have any Tigermilk? Stellar! I'll have some of that then! I meet Lisa: I know you're slightly mental, but I just wish I knew what was going on in your life... What's going on in my life? I'm coming from North Carolina and I don't know where I'm going. Being stuck in the Midwest for school isn't quite doing it for me. I was in China for a few months studying... yeah it was fly. ...Oh don't worry, Lisa, just because you're blind doesn't mean you can't see the world...look with your heart! ...Further into the evening (now drunk with melodies and lyrics, singing loudly---for I'm slightly shy at first, and then by the end I'm somewhat of a social butterfly): "I LOVE MY CAR!" ...oh wait, I don't have a car here at college---only a little pink bike that sounds like a crying rhinos auras when I hit the breaks... oh oh oh dear! (Then the boy with the crimped and overheated hair steps up and saves the day...I don't know how but he does... this is my story :-) The party keeps going but it's my bedtime. I read posts as if they were stories my mom used to read me when I was a young girl before falling asleep. Randomness is art. Inspiration's the drug I simply can't get enough of. To all you Sinisterines, I'm addicted to you. Rawk on. ---Your Mountain Mama Sweetheart X ps. I'll prolly be in northwestern Indiana for the summer (fingers crossed) so all y'all who wanna have a B&S get-together for the Midwest...count me in! I'll spend the summer wastin with you :-* ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From leesa at xxx.com Wed Feb 13 03:13:25 2002 From: leesa at xxx.com (Lee & Lisa) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 21:13:25 -0600 Subject: Sinister: They let Lisa go-go! (belle and sebby on american tv show) Message-ID: <00f001c1b43c$692d52e0$41a3ecd8@default> Greetings and jumping up and down musically to all of you! Prepare yerselves, there's content (shock! h!O!R!R!O!R! gasp!) afoot... Tonight, on my half birthday mind you!, I was a'watchin' my very own guiltiest of pleasures, the Gilmore Girls (for non US listees or anyone really, it's a sitcom/drama about a 32 yr old single mom w/ a 16 yr old daughter. The daughter's best friend has amazing muscial taste, and the show in general has some of the most amazing and oblique references, musical and otherwise.). When what do my wondering ears happen to hear? Said best friend character (Lane's her name) requests the daughter Rory pick up the "new Belle and Sebastian single" since she's been severely grounded by her strict mama and can't venture out. Rory agrees, and they set up an elaborate ruse whereby the single will be dropped into Lane's bag. During the manuever to deliver the tape, "Legal Man" begins to play!! I was punching my fists in the air and cackling loudly. Happy dancing didst ensue! Last Saturday, my husband and I sojourned to the movie house (where those wacky motion pictures do play) and saw "Storytelling". I am not ashamed to say I whooped and clapped when "our" band's name came up during the credits. I'm afraid the whooping and clapping stopped there, though. I liked "welcome to the dollhouse". I can't abide "happiness" and I'm afraid storytelling falls on the continuum closer to the latter than the former, in terms of my enjoyment. I get annoyed when someone tries so hard to shock me. Sigh. Solondz (the director) might've been trying to say something, but he was barking up my tree rather too loudly. Although, I must say he has kickass taste in soundtrack music! :) I love you all dearly. Thank you for playing. get out of the office and into the sunshine... Lisa from Texas! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From carmellie at xxx.com Wed Feb 13 06:14:51 2002 From: carmellie at xxx.com (Carmel) Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 22:14:51 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: They let Lisa go-go! (belle and sebby on american tv show) In-Reply-To: <00f001c1b43c$692d52e0$41a3ecd8@default> Message-ID: <20020213061451.31391.qmail@web11606.mail.yahoo.com> Wow! It's so weird when tv shows randomly stick good music in. But very cool! Man, I wish I would've seen that. If you see the episode in rerun, let us know! Maybe the show is checking out rolling stone's top selling cds--IWUTU is #10 college selling album and appears on an indie list. If I would've seen that on tv, I think I would've been jumping up and down screaming. > though. I liked "welcome > to the dollhouse". me too! Odd thing about that movie...the parents names are Marge and Harve--that's my grandparents' names. They're not really like those people...thank goodness! Carmel ===== "What did you learn from your time in the solitary Cell of your mind?" --Belle & Sebastian __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lleweth at xxx.com Wed Feb 13 08:48:31 2002 From: lleweth at xxx.com (Laura Llew) Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 08:48:31 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Belle and Sebastian Star At Stars Hollow Message-ID: Evidently, people have been worried about me lately and -get this- it has NOTHING do with the fact I proposed to a homosexual male. (Oh and they're the ones worrying about me? Whatever! They don't even have concern for the right reasons. Pfffftttt.) Earlier tonight I was taping Gilmore Girls for the object of my affliction and -- as Lisa already mentioned -- there was a whole Belle and Sebastian subplot on it. I mean they just didn't play Legal Man there was a whole scene involving SUBTERFUGE and everything. Since I never have any B&S content, I've decided to describe this in such agonizing detail that no one will ever complain again about my posts when they wander off into freak tangents such as how my father once said that he wanted his funeral at Bristol Motor Speedway on race day so that way he can happily look down and think, "Wow all those people and they're even paying for parking." First a CAST OF CHARACTERS! Production Company: DOROTHY PARKER PRODUCTIONS (must mention the more important things first) RORY: Main teen character of the show. 16. She loves books and even brought along with her "The Portable Dorothy Parker" to her prom in case it got boring. Smart girl! LANE: Rory�s best friend who has recently been grounded by her strict parents. Grounded in this case includes being taken out of school to be homeschooled for two weeks. She is itching for outside contact and even has a telescope at her bedroom window where she is tracking Rory's movement so she can call her whenever near a phone (though she only gets five minutes of phone time, except to the psalm a day hotline which has had the SAME psalm four days in a row which with the name of the line is BEARING FALSE WITNESS and a commandment so I'm surprised their little program didn't just burst into flames). MAMA LANE: Strict maternal parental unit. Once when Rory's house had termites, MamaLane yelled at Rory because she brought her termite-infested body to her store full of furniture and turned a HOSE onto her ignoring Rory's protests that she's not a carrier for the splinter choking critters. MICHEL: Pronounced �Mee-shell�. French. He works with Rory's mother where, from what I can tell, all they do is exchange witty banter in a hotel lobby. He is apathetic and sarcastic. Once at a club where the wait staff were all dressed up in drag Mae West asked what she could get him. Michel frenched, "My dignity back." KIRK: This is how much I love you people. I actually did research to find out his name - I just know him as the guy in the video store when Rory complains that there's a picture of a mostly naked girl on the cover of a video that is in plain view of small children. He wanted to know "Is she a blonde?" Ha. Ha. Ha. THE SETUP: In the diner, Rory is there with her mother trying to decide where to sit which is really an excuse to have a moment of witty dialogue since they'll sit where they always do and everyone knows it. So, they sit. Phone rings and the diner owner (Luke - the lovable GOOD LOOKING town grump. Oh my town has grumps too but they all in their sixties and smell of ben gay. I'd like to request a change of residence to a fictional town) answers and it's for Rory. Pan up to Lane who is in her bedroom with eye on telescope, ear to phone, and mouth a moving. Oh wait - I don't think this is where the Belle and Sebastian line comes in. Fast forward. Rory is walking down the sidewalk and the pay phone rings. Pan up to stalker Lane again which Rory, duly notes, is becoming kind of scary. Lane is urgent in her request (and speedy since she only has a limited amount of phone time before Gestapo mother quizzes her to see what the psalm of the day. "Where's your vision?" "You can't fool me, Lane. That's a proverb!"). Lane: "Belle and Sebastian's new single comes out today and I must have a copy of it. As an audio geek I have a responsibility." I'm misquoting because it has now been exactly 4 hours and 41 minutes since the show ended, my video tape didn't work so I have nothing to refresh my memory, and I worked ten hours today so I keep getting elements of the episode confused with things like the customer at the bookstore who I taught smutty Russian phrases to. Lane and Rory decide that they need to put a plan into action in order to get Lane the new Belle and Sebastian while she's under such strict supervision. ACTUAL SCENE OF SUBTERFUGE *Cue the playing of Legal Man* Lane and MamaLane come out of their house walking briskly, looking straight ahead, and full of purpose. Kirk stops them - an obvious distractor - and asks MamaLane when the store is open on a particular day. She rattles off store hours -- one for decent paying customers and another set for people who do things like loiter in the aisles and voted Democrat in the last election. Lane subtly holds her bag slightly open to her side. While MamaLane is busy channeling Barry Goldwater, a shrouded jogger drops the CD into Lane's bag. MamaLane says Amen and then hurries off with her daughter. Pan to jogger swooning on steps of the diner where Rory has been watching the entire thing. Jogger removes his faustus hood to reveal none other than Michel who is very French and very unhappy. The times had been changed from 9am to 10am (you discover this in a hurried phone call which I deleted from my retelling as I can't remember any of the snappy banter it entailed) but Michel didn't get the message so he had been running around the square for an hour. He's quite disgruntled with this even though Rory tells him he has good form. He says his cardiologist will be happy and after grabbing his heart dramatically and flailing a bit he sulks off. Legal Man is still playing but now it becomes louder and the scene ends. Lane has her CD! B&S played on my favorite show! Everybody cheers! THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY NIGHT AMY SHERMAN-PALLADINO, WRITER CREATOR AND EXECUTIVE PRODUCER OF GILMORE GIRLS, EVEN IF MY VCR HAS FEELINGS OF ABANDONMENT AND REFUSES TO WORK FOR ME KEEPING ME FROM SHARING THE JOY AND HAPPINESS EXCEPT FOR THROUGH LONG BORING POSTS WRITTEN IN THE THROES OF INSOMNIA! _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stevenrhodes at xxx.com Wed Feb 13 10:43:05 2002 From: stevenrhodes at xxx.com (Steven M Rhodes) Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 20:43:05 +1000 Subject: Sinister: Outside the chemist with a match and a ferret Message-ID: <007a01c1b47b$39c874a0$5ca5868b@c5b9f6> Installment 3 Living in Queensland, our family naturally made a few trips up to the Big Pineapple (Pineapples are one of Queensland's main agricultural resources so there's like this huge fibre glass pineapple at this theme park.) When I was younger. I really loved the big pineapple so Dad painted the words Golden Circle on our corrugated iron water tank and told me it was the Big Tinned Pineapple. It wasn't quite the same. Speaking of mailboxes, have you seen these mailboxes where underneath the mail slot, they have the word "MAIL" printed there? What is that for? Just incase the MAILPERSON (don't you love political correctness?) reads it and says "Oh damn it! I've just spent the whole day folding the letters up into paper airplanes and trying to glide them into open windows. I should have just been putting them in the little slot. Well there goes my whole day! Boy the guys back at the depo are going to have a field day. " My friends and I were laying down looking up at the clouds and I said "Hey, if you squint your eyes, that cloud kind of looks like bird shit coming straight for us." And as it turned out, it was quite lucky that we did squint our eyes. I don't like public speaking very much. To try and overcome your fears they tell you to imagine that the audience isn't wearing any clothes. But I was wondering, what would make me more nervous. The act of public speaking or hundreds of people staring at my erection? Because when it comes to naked women I've got a very fertile imagination. (...Ahh the warm embraces of tastelessness) Our TV isn't working at the moment. The only channel that works is the 24-hour snow report. And according to the broadcast, it's going to be one hell of a skiing season because it hasn't stopped snowing for the last week. And the snow is so strong that they've lost audio transmission. All you can here is static: Kssssshhhhhhh. (Ohh, the hilarity. I'll give you a moment to recover from your unbridled fits of laughter) .........and that oughta do it. I was watching TV and an commercial came on for one of those American lawyer dramas. Just pick any one, they're all the same. And the voiceover went: "A respected lawyer must decide whether to jeopardize her career or let a homicidal killer walk free." There's too much stress associated with those high profile jobs. I think more television dramas should be set in convenience stores. "Tonight Sharon Rogers must decide whether to take her lunch break now or in 15 minutes when her boss gets back from the shops." "Next week in an award winning episode, Sharon must decide whether to sell cigarettes to someone who may be below the legal age. This is must see television! Don't miss it!" Religion is supposed to be about happiness and well-being but have you ever noticed how much cursing is based on religion? Jesus Christ God in Heaven Holy shit Heaven's above Fucking hell Christ almighty For God's sake For heaven's sake God damn it ..Yeah. It sure to a while to compile that list....kind of unrewarding. Anyways, Good luck with that whole "life" thing. From Steven. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From h.brown6 at xxx.uk Wed Feb 13 12:48:36 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 12:48:36 +0000 Subject: Sinister: procrastination is futile!! Message-ID: <3C6A60A4.1330A0AB@camb.linst.ac.uk> yes!!!!! This is quite true but unfortunatly i am the procrastination queen and am making every effort to stop thinking about stuff as much as i do. I have to confess that the main reason i am here is to avoid doing work. I have a big folder of shitty drawings sitting in the library crying out to be turned into something amazing but i just can't face it. How was everyone's pancake day?? Mine always seems to be the most ridiculous day of the year. This time there were four of us huddled together in a kitchen the size of a box arguing about how to make up the mix. When we had agreed on the amounts we argued about what went in first and how thick it should be. Everyone was shouting and bumping into each other. We made them in the end and they were lovely. I have decided i am going to try and give up thinking for 40 days, obviously not completely just the sort of thinking that goes as follows: "hmmmmmmmmm, i wonder where i will be next year.hmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm, i remember when i was 8, things were different then hhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmm, i fancy a cup of tea,hhhmm" When i feel myself doing this i will bash myself on the head with the nearest hard object. I got another crush the other day, thanks to who ever it was, i have had two in the last few weeks which is quite exciting. I should also congratulate you all for not being thick like me and doing it wrong. On a bus journey to oxford street i saw two b&s related shops. One said Ken's Fish Bar and the other said ASM MUSIC and it had lots of guitars in the window. Not very interesting i know but it made me smile. Another thing that made me smile and feel all warm inside was at a party on friday. ( crap sentence structure i know). I was playing some guitar in a room full of people, there was some other music playing so i didnt think anyone was taking any notice. When i finished i looked up and there were all these faces smiling at me and everyone clapped. Can i repeat that word, CLAPPED. I was dead chuffed about that. Oh christ, i better go and stare at my drawings and hope they come to life a bit. love and jizz, hannahxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Wed Feb 13 14:06:43 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 14:06:43 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Weak in the presence of booty Message-ID: <20020213140643.67634.qmail@web10406.mail.yahoo.com> Ho sinister (so true on so many levels), I've been a right old grump for the last 24 hours. Last night, on another interweb forum I went a bit mental, using RUDE WORDS and being bitchy and cynical, like, even more than normal. And today nothing's changed! Perhaps my home-made bolognese sauce has a spooky psychoactive effect. Presumably it's combining with my Italian side to bring out the fiery passionate nature that dwells deep within me... However, I'm not cross with sinister (except maybe Richard John Gillanders, who evidently thinks paragraphs are for poofs), so I thought I'd soother my fevered brow with a quick post. Sinister really is a place of epics these days! Not that this is a bad thing (well, subjectively it might be, should someone be banging on for ages, a bit like this, really), it's just strange. Did someone re-state the 15-minute rule when I wasn't looking? Something is buzzing in my bedroom. It might be my computer speaker, but it never used to do that. Does this mean it might explode? If so, will I feel pain? Hannah mentioned crushes (and spunk, but we'll gloss (ahem) over that). Can I have some please? No housework tips at the moment, although I did purchase some lovely bedding, picture frames and crockery yesterday. I am the dullest man in the world (David Moore, shut it). Ach. Fitba anyone? Mark xxx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elf-angel at xxx.com Wed Feb 13 22:55:54 2002 From: elf-angel at xxx.com (Bron) Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 16:55:54 -0600 Subject: Sinister: drankin n dreamin Message-ID: crazy crazy so does anyone else have random french people instant message them? this has been going on for about a year for me... i don't know how they get my name or why they insist i speak french to them! my screenname was my french name in high schoooool, and i really don't speak much french...now that i've been china-fied hehe so yeah, like i've had about 23 french people instant message me in the past year. none claim to know one another. odd. okay well moving on... i just want to give a boost to drunkeness. (disclaimer: i'm not a lush i just have groovy moments when it's -the must- the thing to do :-) last week i was briskly walking home in an inebriated state, and lo and behold...(duh duh DUH) The Meaning Of Life struck my brain!!! i told myself not to forget it so i could tell you all and as i stood in the shower the next morning i remembered i forgot!!! shame on me. but i did come upon another revelation... it's purely a work of Susan (really "God" but this is my name for him) that in our most inept state clarity can be found.. cheers and thumbs up to all the ideas that hide behind our sobriety! and i'm sure, as ken pointed out, that even if one has not touched the devil's juice, the alcohol in your brain can have the same effect over time....you too can acquire the meaning of life! it's the chuth (chu + truth, get it??...ahh yeah i'm gonna sit back down now..) sorry if i've used your name in vain, ken.. anyway, just to be even more ridiculous, i dreamt i worked at a pizza hut in china last night...and then all these rectangular-box- looking planes fell from the sky... there was somethin that had to do with strawberries and then i found a boy with a guitar.. he was cute :-) okay well, enough from me for now PEACE me new friends! ---Your Mountain Mama Sweetheart ps. belle n sebastian in chicago may 11!!! HOORAYYYYY!!!!! :-D [extra big smile and slap- happy clapping] ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From flynn60102 at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 01:53:28 2002 From: flynn60102 at xxx.com (howard shady) Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 17:53:28 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: some news is good news(a little content) Message-ID: <20020214015328.97541.qmail@web12507.mail.yahoo.com> hello all, after some snooping around and a little bit of what not in between(with some help from Amy). Seems we have uncovered some U.S. tourdates. here they are: sat may 4 Boston, fri may 10 Detroit(rock city), and sat may 11 in my kind of town(Chicago). this could make for a lovely start of spring don't ya think. and another thing, thanx to all for the warm welcome that you sent from my first post. you wouldnt' think a boy of 29 could blush so much. also for the responses for some trades....very nice of you all. well i must get back to creating my perfect valentine. if anyone needs the recipe 2 parts alcohol 1 part dirty dream 2 cups of sugar, spice and everything nice stir gently bake for 1 hour at body temp and serve Happy Valentines day all Ray p.s. I love four day weekends __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 02:45:20 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 20:45:20 -0600 Subject: Sinister: stuck to his couch back east, depressed, but you know he's safe, at least. Message-ID: hello sinister. perhaps i have posted too often of late. i suppose i say that and hope you all think 'no, lindsey, we love you!'; and saying that, i'll go on. i have become minorly obsessed with a few things recently; the one i think i'll tap on about tonight is time. or rather, more accurately, counting. the existence of the phenomenon of continuous counting and why people count to begin with struck me after i covered the three-abe festival. when i was walking that path back to the paper, and noticing just how many pebbles they really do dump on icy sidewalks, i realized i knew exactly how many days (and subsequently weeks) it had been since i met The Boy. and i knew, too, exactly how many days (and subsequently weeks) were left until his return. i knew the day we met, and the day he left, and every day i have talked to him. and that got me thinking further. my roommate has been talking about how she is bored with life and the world, and feels like she is waiting for something to happen, rather than preparing for something to happen. and i, in my shallow understanding of the cosmos, told her i thought the waiting and the preparation for things to happen were inseperable and constant, though i think the waiting, at times, is, in fact, the preparation. and i think perhaps that has something to do with the counting. we count from the day we are born until the day we die; we chronicle each year and event and day, and the more we have, the higher the number gets, the more we have to celebrate. which is a bit odd, it seems, for the higer the number gets, the longer a person has lived, and the less time he has left. the higher the number gets, too, the bigger the celebration, the milestone and the congratulations on another year of waiting gone by. hmm. i don't like waiting. and i really hate counting. but i realize now, too, that i have no choice but to do both, always, until i understand why i have done it for a lifetime. and then i will have prepared, i suppose. two weeks. fourteen days. and then i will begin a new cycle of chronicle of anticipation of celebration of wait for xxx your lou ps. i promise no more spastic posts after this one for a while. pps. i also feel as though i should include that i noticed something at the newspaper yesterday. sitting on the arts and entertainment desk was the bag of my ex-boyfriend. and spilling out of the bag of the ex-boyfriend was tigermilk. the only b&s cd i do not own. and the only b&s cd he has, bought after i lent him iyfs. fuckhead. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From foranotherdream at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 06:53:43 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 22:53:43 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: i have a crush, too bad he's not on the list Message-ID: <20020214065343.21382.qmail@web12404.mail.yahoo.com> sinister, sinister... i am not sure if this at all qualifies as list abuse, but my on-line diary's server is not working. it is where i usually dump all my day to day bullshit that i don't know what to do with. and since it's not working, this is the closest thing i have to it. so if you want, you can skip this. i'm going to talk about a boy. or boys. first of all. i am not a hooker. i am not available for sex-for-hire. with that said, how come i seem to end up with boys, that for some reason, think that i am?!? i do not dress promiscuously (sp?). i do not talk about sex all the time. and whatever else qualifies me as a slut, it's just not there. so what the f*ck! (excuse my language, it's the frustration speaking.) so boy number one. he asked me for my number. he came back to my work because he lost my number. my first thought was, "oh, how sweet!" right? wrong! he instant messages me asking if he can pick me up so that he could have fun with me...umm...and some other stuff. i freak out and tell him not to be gross. he doesn't understand. he said, "huh?" then boy number two. this one stood me up not just once, but twice. how rude. but he had homework, so what was i going to say. but then he asked me if i wanted him to pick me up and take me to a hotel room to smoke some weed and take a shower with him. umm. no thank you. but then there's boy number three. this one has potential. i wish that he was on the sinister list so that i could send him a list crush e-mail. (what if he is and i don't know it and i bump into him at work? how silly would i feel.) he is my innocent-as-can-be-co-worker-crush. he's adorable. he gave me a compliment today at work right before i was leaving and i smiled all the way home. sigh. too bad he has a mean, bitchy girlfriend... i can never win. always wanting what i can't have. sorry for whining. again. i told you to skip it. so this was my 'valentine' post, sara p.s...mr. ray sir, if while you are cooking up your valentine, do ya think that you could make me up a recipe for a non-poo-poo-head boyfriend...? pleeeease? __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mmcneil79 at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 08:36:35 2002 From: mmcneil79 at xxx.com (Madeleine McNeil) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 08:36:35 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Tangentally yours Message-ID: I suppose I should report back and all that, but I'm not in the mood to write an epic of what we did. Suffice to say, I had a wonderful time in Brighton, and in London - oh! and in Leicester the week before with Stacey visiting me. I had fun so enthusiastically that I did myself a mischief on a spinny round fairground ride with arms (I'm sure this isn't its real name. It's probably called something like "Scream if you hate this ride and I'll ignore you and make it fo faster"). I pulled muscles I didn't know I had while holding on tightly and trying to prevent myself throwing my entire body weight at Liz Daplyn. Didn't work, so I imagine I did her a mischief too. And Liz is a classy bird. She has a leather CORSAGE on her coat! Foxy, indeed. In Brighton, Archel was the hostess with the mostest. In London, Paul and Nicholas were the hosts with the mosts. In his CAR between Leicester and London, David Starfire was the host with the filthiest mouth and the most sugary snacks. I never knew tackling frogs could be so much fun. I was very taken with Brighton, even in the freezing cold wind. We arrived just in time to the the most gorgeous sunset, and I'm afraid I got so hugley excited I started heavy breathing. This was unfortunate, but at least I didn't start bawling like I did last time I saw the sea. I couldn't sleep last night, and I wrote this post in my head. It was very good, you know. A bit tangenty and stuff, but I really rather like that. I always write good stuff in my head. Sometimes I make music videos too. I think I read somewhere once that Julian Cope told Courtney Love, way back in like 1979, to live her life like she's in a music video (this may be incorrect, but even if I made it up, isn't not a crime, right?) and I found that idea really interesting. I also cursed Julian Cope, because it would appear that he's at least partly responsible for That Woman. My favourite time of imagining I was in a music video was when I went out with Sexy Susan and the loved one and we were in a music video for 'Bootylicious". And Susan and the Loved One didn't even know! They did very well regardless. For Valentine's Day I got a lovely hand made card from the Loved One and a new zit from the Acne God (he visits me, leaves bacteria on my chin and TCP on my pillow), which is busy making friends with the last 3 offerings from the spot-giving deity. Props and big up yourselves to all the good people I met this weekend. I could get into this jetset thing, you know. Today Leicester, tomorrow THE WORLD (or rather, BIRMINGHAM. I'm going on an away day to a new city for shopping. I hope I don't throw a tanty in Top Shop again because nothing ever fits me! Grrrrrr!) Happy Valentines, lovers. Kiss your reflections. Madeleine _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From gassan at xxx.edu Thu Feb 14 08:48:07 2002 From: gassan at xxx.edu (Richard Gassan) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 03:48:07 -0500 Subject: Sinister: American tour dates. Message-ID: <5.0.0.25.2.20020214034326.011dc328@mailsrv-unix.oit.umass.edu> Hello, all --- I've never posted here before ... and I'm insomniac at the moment, so this should be a good time to ramble about myself, but I'm feeling a bit shy to do so. So, instead, I'll talk about some Very Cool Stuff Indeed. Yes, B&S concerts in America. Bliss, bliss: I have two tickets to the Boston show on May 4th (*one day before my birthday!) ... Ticketmaster lists tickets for sale: (http://www.ticketmaster.com/cgi/artist1.idc?actname=BELLE_AND_SEBASTIAN&MajorCATID=10001&MinorCATID=60) May 4, Boston, Orpheum Theater May 10, Detroit, State Theater And then there's this band, "Belle and Sabastian," that's playing in Upper Darby, PA: http://www.ticketmaster.com/cgi/artist1.idc?actname=BELLE___SABASTIAN&MajorCATID=10001&MinorCATID=52 ... but tickets for that are not on sale yet. Probably because they can't spell the damn thing. Oh, and the tickets I got in Boston last night are in the orchestra section right next to the stage! so I can get up and walk five steps to gaze worshipfully up at Our Heroes. Blissfully (albeit $25+$7.40 "convenience fee" each lighter), Richard. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From younnoh at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 08:51:36 2002 From: younnoh at xxx.com (Youn Noh) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 00:51:36 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: shades of grey Message-ID: <20020214085136.70898.qmail@web21205.mail.yahoo.com> I like how while reading richard john gillander's last post, one has the feeling of being in a drunken haze, but of being alert and sensible at the same time. Arrested by once familiar objects. Matching names to faces. Turning corners with the flair and singlemindedness of a Jordan Baker. Arriving at the right destination. What does it matter if one realizes only afterwards that it is the place to be? A girl called Maryann, whom I admire very much, wrote the following in a comment on the Cramps: "I read last night that a certain sort of art is really just intended as an 'imaginary world', not a slice of life or a philosophical commentary on it, but even in the case of this intense imaginary world, it helps to have touches of reality, like flies biting your leg or whatever, to aid you in your suspension of disbelief." Or dislocated knees. It must have been the fight scenes. >> I went down stairs to go outside for a fag. as will happen on occasion. Or his sense of conviction. (No, don't call it belligerence.) Anyways, the paradox is interesting. Gordon has been living in a black and white world of train stations (et les chanteuses)--smoke and steel, coupling and uncoupling, cigarettes and espresso, glistening pavement--except when he's at work. Is a new home a new way of life? When I'm not in school, I need new ways of starting over. Like buying a bunch of new notebooks at the beginning of the quarter, even though there are plenty of pages left in the old ones. This is what adult life seems to lack. About the black and white world. I watched "The Apartment" a couple of weeks ago. Did Shirley MacLaine always have red hair? If one knew that while watching the film, I think it would have made a difference. As it is, it's like having elaborate subplots and biographies for characters that are never registered on the screen. Leave it to another generation to make sense of them. But for that audience, in 1960, it was that tragic. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tompettinger at xxx.uk Thu Feb 14 12:08:23 2002 From: tompettinger at xxx.uk (Tom Pettinger) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 12:08:23 -0000 Subject: Sinister: I'm not as sad as Doestoevsky...i'm happier than J.K. Rowling on a trip to the bank Message-ID: <001d01c1b550$50407fe0$7f343c3e@pbncomputer> Hello, Sinister. Hope you had a lovely pancake day with lots of lemon, sugar and pouring syrup, I trust you have all given up list abuse for lent, and today I hope you are having a lovely Valentines Day! I was pleased to see not one but *two* parcels come through the door of my house today, one bigger and brown and the other smaller with sweet little stars on. I started to scream with excitement and then remembered what they were...and started to scream louder. "YES! My double-sport lemon spanner has arrived, on the same day as Scalextric Monthly!" No, wait, a double sport lemon spanner is nowhere near that shape... Tape& minidisc! So thanks to my two lovely girls and their musical offerings, I'm sure you're far too modest to want me to name you. OK, it's only fair...thankyou: !GRAINNE! !GRAINNE! !GRAINNE! !GRAINNE! !GRAINNE! and !ARCHEL! !ARCHEL! !ARCHEL! !ARCHEL! !ARCHEL! It's not quite "your name in lights" but hey, you're not stars yet. I thought it was quite ironic, getting two packages (one with little stars, don't forget), both from lovely ladies, on Valentines day... but still not *actually* getting a valentines card. Ironic, also very funny. So I hope the two ladies in question don't mind if I tell ALL my friends that I received two parcels from nice young women today, maybe omitting to tell them the whole, unadulterated truth. On another Valentines day note, did anyone watch the BBC dramatisation of "Crime and Punishment"? If you did, I know what you're thinking, but I thought it was quite well done. Apart from the worst performance to date from the actor who played "the best friend" guy (I forget his name). That's me for today. Take care Tom P.S. Storytelling: haven't seen it because I can't find anywhere showing it. The main "arty" cinema in Sheffield says it's been and gone, but people still seem to be seeing it elsewhere in England. Most of you who have seen it have compared it most readily to some form of shit, a shame because the synopsis looked quite promising. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rob_brennan at xxx.uk Thu Feb 14 13:47:24 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 13:47:24 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: I hope my kids turn out like the Baudelaires - except for the being orphans bit Message-ID: <20020214134724.21882.qmail@web10506.mail.yahoo.com> ...but then my desire to have kids anytime soon is roughly zero. Happily that's proportional to the likelyhood. Hi-diddly-ho Sinisterinos! Well, the washing machine's fixed, the downstairs neighbours have their electricity back and the damp smell's gone out of the carpet so I can get back to wasting time on mailing-lists. Those of you who read my posts or are privy to my drunken murmurings will know that, through blind luck, I have come into possession of some 'art'. After an awkward journey with an unruly portfolio through a rain-sodden London, the 'art' is now in my home. Very pretty it is too although I'm not quite sure what it's meant to be of. Liz (Lovely) Daplyn seemed to think I found her stares offensive. Sorry if I gave that impression but it was unintentional and alcohol-fuelled. Much like a number of my posts. Hannah asked: "How was everyone's pancake day??" Bluddy grate, thank you for asking. My friends who cooked the pancakes had a knack for making them slightly too thick so I only managed four in addition all the booze I drank that evening as well. I looked up the word 'shrove'. It has nothing to do with pancakes. Hannah also mentioned: "Ken's Fish Bar" There's already a Ken's Kebabs and a Ken's Fried Chicken round the corner from me. With a fast-food empire like that he should be able to afford his own DDR machine.... No wonder he's so damn good! On the way home from London I read The Bad Beginning of A Series Of Unfortunate Events (kids' books are great for train journeys). It had me gripped - I was a fan of Roald Dahl as a nipper so I think childrens books shouldn't pull punches. I wish I had the attention span of Klaus at his age - I might have been much clevererer by now. With all due respect Robster http://robster75.tripod.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From h.brown6 at xxx.uk Thu Feb 14 13:57:00 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 13:57:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: my keyboard has a sticky E!!!!! Message-ID: <3C6BC22C.686C85E8@camb.linst.ac.uk> Yes, sorry in advance for an over-enthuisiasm of E's, but it keeps sticking like i said. Well, isn't this fab, it's Valentines Day and i'm not depressed for the first year of my life. Tom P said he got two parcels in the post and so did i. At a painful ten to eight in the morning i got handed two lovely records that i ordered and one of them was a rare alfiee EP, yum,yum!!!!!! I then went to college and spent another £10 on more records. So i went back to bed for afew hours then woke up feeling that nothing could go wrong, and it din't. I got a valentines card over the internet. At first i assumed it was my dear mother but underneath it said, "from an admirer of your posts to sinister". OOOOh, it's quite exciting. Thanks to whoever it was, that was the first card i have got in about 14 years, oh, christ, that is a scarily long amount of time. I might go dancing tonight, i feel like wearing a pink tie and flinging my hair around. It's really sunny here today and i switched from my duffle coat to my little denim jacket, but SHOCK HORROR, i nearly left the house without wearing my B&S badge so i pinned it on and left the house, there's dedication for you. DAVID STRANGE IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way but he is just lurking, come on David say something.........hands mike over with embarrassing silence................................. hannahxxxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From cdj01 at xxx.uk Thu Feb 14 14:18:39 2002 From: cdj01 at xxx.uk (Christopher David Johnson) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 14:18:39 +0000 Subject: Sinister: the 'irony station p.r. machine Message-ID: <3C6BC73F.B23D985F@students.stir.ac.uk> Hi there guys, I usually sit very quietly and just observe whats going on but that didn't seem entirely fair so i thought i might add a wee contribution of my own. I once read somewhere, an old 'select' i'm sure, that our man Stuart used to be in a band with the purpose of druming up as much publicity as possible without actually producing much music at all - i'm sure some of you are bound to know way more about this than i do - but it got me thinking how far you could take this idea. So we could imagine a band, say my own favourite being the 'Polish Irony Station' (the title of which i'm very proud of so hands off!) and we could all start building this great aura surrounding it. Imagine all of us going to our favourite indie shop and asking for the new 'irony station e.p. which 'is just simply brilliant', Or for all us brit kids we could send some of those stupid and pointless messages that appear on Teletext all the time whinging something along the lines of 'why does no one on these pages ever mention the fantastic _______?' So eventually we'd have loads of people out there desparate to hear about the wonderful band now so familiar they are more commonly referred to simply as the 'station, or even better as its acronym: the PIS, and wow, there maybe even be some people so wonderfully sucked along that they'd start to talk about the time they saw them at T or ATP or supporting someone when they were just a wee small upcoming band. So this is all very devious i'm sure, but i reckon its got a lot of potential, and should our publicity machine really work we could even form the band after a while. That would be great, a band with over 1500 members - just think, more members than even B&S can cram on stage. Wow, the mind boggles at these endless possibilities. Just thought of another great thing, we could have all this publicity and support for our ficticious Polish Irony Station sweethearts, complete with loads of merchandising and then shock horror, we could have the big split, over artistic integrity or something. Yeah. So i'll leave this open for some thought. As for the Belfast Gig, i've not read many if any comments on their fine rendition of Waiting for the Man. That was pretty rocking but how staged was it i wonder? I was at the glasgow gig the night before and was treated to a nice bit of 'Love'. Pretty good I thought. I also met a man down the front who'd seen Morrissey something like 42 times but only once as part of the Smiths. Cool I reckon, and when asked he replied that he'd 'only' ran on stage to kiss him once. Well thats one more time than most of us i guess. So best wishes to everyone and now i'll return to the murky depths of silence for a while, cheers, Christopher +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk Thu Feb 14 15:09:42 2002 From: Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk (Gardiner, Stuart) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 15:09:42 -0000 Subject: Sinister: The only things being crushed round here are drinks cans... Message-ID: <579C0CAF497CD511AD4D00508BBD7AAC6419C8@pikachu.ntu.ac.uk> Another post from the bored-at-work club. Well, actually I'm waiting for my computer to run something. It doesn't have an hourglass, it has a sundial. It's here again. The most detested day on the calendar. The day when every man on the planet is either: a) Depressed because they haven't got a Valentine yet again; or b) Depressed because they have got a Valentine and have to spend a ridicuolous amount of money on them. And every woman on the planet is either: a) Depressed because they haven't got a Valentine yet again; or b) Depressed because they have got a Valentine who won't spend a ridiculous amount of money on them. Just say no, kids. They reckon the number of arguments and breakups today is second only to Christmas. And if I see one more couple playing tonsil tennis, I'll brick them. On a happier note, I haven't been drunk now for a whole 5 days. It may not last though, a friend is trying to persuade me to come out tonight with the promise that there'll be lots of single desparate women about. Sounds so tempting, doesn't it? Of course, Thursday nights are currently booked into my diary as Banzai night (the bizzarest, funniest and probably best thing on TV for ages)... One major discovery from last weekend was that my bowling ability increases with alcohol. No that it could get much worse, admittedly. Alcohol also increases my propensity for doing a conga round the bowling alley, but never mind. (the deadly substance may also have had something to do with the fact that I had to get a train back from Sheffield on Sunday with only one shoe, but that's another story...) I notice that my concert tickets haven't turned up yet. Which is interesting when I've paid £4.50 for them to be delivered. For that price, I want them hand-delivered by the band. Can't Banchory sell us the tickets direct next time? After all his tales of housekeeping, you'd have thought that Big Gay Mark would have learnt by now that the best way to wash your clothes is to take them off first? And I'm not even going to ask how Hannah's keyboard became so sticky... Big Stu (who falls into the first category, for the 26th year in a row...) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rwr at xxx.uk Thu Feb 14 16:17:54 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 16:17:54 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Faure, fibs & freaks Message-ID: Hello people, Well, not even a culture filled classical concert could escape the aura of smut & debauchery which follows us around. Me and Jill spent the first half of the evening throughout beautiful elegant works by Tavener staring at the little Chinese woman violinist whose feet couldn't touch the ground and the conductor in a tuxedo and white polo-neck. Come the interval we were assured by one of the many little old lady bouncers that the second half would not commence for another 20 minutes so we convened to the nearby pub where Dad strung out some dubious story about Pat Butcher and Hyacinth Bucket once being live-in lesbian lovers. Returning 15 minutes later we discover the little old lady was fibbing and Faure's requiem had already started. Unable to get back to our top-notch seats we were smuggled up into balcony and sat right behind a pillar blocking our view. No worries, we'd just move to those empty seats to the left come the applause. The movement ended and there was not a single clap, it was to this awful stagnant silence that we shuffled across very creaky floorboards to the point where the conductor with the mullet and polo neck looked up and GLARED at us. That was the cue for my Dad to get a case of the hiccups, I had to pull my fringe over the side of my face to block the view of his shaking shoulders for fear I'd start giggling hysterically during a dramatic pause in the music. At the end of the night we're standing outside the Sheldonian when this posh Oxford guy in a tuxedo walks pass Dad and calls out to him "I saw your faeces, thought it was marvellous!", we concluded he must have said "thesis" but the damage was done. On the car journey back just past Sainsbury's roundabout we spot a guy trouserless and goose-stepping down the grass verge towards the Science Park. I had 3 pancakes. Happy Valentines. Love Becky.xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 16:45:09 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 16:45:09 +0000 Subject: Sinister: low bra-ed fitty Message-ID: Hello Sinistees, Yesterday morning a BBC presenter said "getting pissed" during their breakfast show.. rock and roll - he got told off by his co-presenter tho. A lady at work in the office this morning was really annoyed by a rude customer who was on the phone, after the phone call she shouted "FART" really loud - it was the funniest thing. Tom Pettinger got his hands on two nice ladies' packages today. Mmmm. Which reminded me to send out parcels thanks. The best presents should have numerous puns in it, like maybe a card that says "could you SPARE a heart for me?" with a picture of a boy bowling, or a box of chocolate that says "I choo-choo-chooose you" on the front with a picture of a steam train. That would be the loveliest. Robert Brennen talked about "Ken's Kebab" in Portsmouth - the scary thing is I've BEEN there! A kebab restaurant the size of TWO SHOPS. That ken is quite a shrewd businessman. He's not doing quite as well as Ken the estate agent tho - he's so rich now he can afford his own show on TV so people can watch him cook, anyone here bought a house from Ken Homes? Lindsay BakerLou Line (hehe) talked about counting, and stuff. I was very bored at work this morning so I counted up how many days there has been since I was born, and it was a whooping 7,955 days. Five days until my eighth millennium! Do people celebrate these "jubilees"? Or do only boring people do that? Who wants to come to my party, then? In the meantime, have fun, keep the VD alive everyone. Ken P.S.: The more mathematically minded of you can now work out my Birthday from the running day-count of my lifespan. And thus can send me presents come the day. _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From benapps at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 16:49:59 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 16:49:59 +0000 Subject: Sinister: filling my fat face with every different kind of pancake Message-ID: Hello there, I definitely am a member of Big Stu�s bored-at-work gang, but the funny thing is I have so much work to do it�s almost funny. If I don�t get on with it, the department�s internal transition database will not be properly tested, important changes in policy responsibility will not be reflected on the system. Senior officials will be misinformed, Ministers will be incorrectly briefed, gaffs will be made, the press will get hold of it. Heads will roll, governments will fall, alliances will crumble and the world will end next Tuesday. Possibly. I didn�t get any valentines gifts or cards either, but it�s no surprise. That�s what you get for falling for a terminal narcoleptic with a serious duvet addiction. ;) I have just about recovered from the weekends sinister shenanagins, much of which has been enshrined already in the html of time. I must briefly thank Archel for her unbound hospitality in right on bright on and Carsmile Steve for his, in RoXorford. On the night bus back to the big smoke I spied the singer of the band I had justbin seeing (the band AFTER the mighty Endless City Lights � remember the name kids). She also went all the way to Victoria Station, so when we got off I said hello and told her I enjoyed her gig, although they were �Jazz� � nice! Then I ran away. Big Mark Sea (do you C?) said Fitba Anyone? I�ll be round in 20 minutes, just got to buff me boots. Glassy Gliz Glaplyn IS making a website with pictures and stuff on it. When she knows the address she�s going to tell us all too. I�m a greedy sod and had 5ive pancakes! Three on Shrove Tuesday and two on Ash Wednesday, which is kind of against the rules. So sue me. Best go before the temporary secretary to the Permanent Under Secretary�s assistant private secretary�s private office for the office of open government catches me. T�rah then (or should that be T'cademy?) 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shop at xxx.net Thu Feb 14 17:06:22 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 17:06:22 -0000 Subject: Sinister: More confirmed Belle & Sebastian USA and Canada dates ... Message-ID: <0d1901c1b57a$1cf2db40$9426fea9@katrina> ... are online NOW at http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop at banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ahnatta at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 17:24:58 2002 From: ahnatta at xxx.com (* carla *) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 12:24:58 -0500 Subject: Sinister: More confirmed Belle & Sebastian USA and Canada dates ... Message-ID: oh i am so excited b&s are comign to new york! one question tho - i bought tix on an internet pre-sale for another concert recently and you needed a password. is there a password for the b&s one?? anyone know? the ny listing isnt coming up on ticketmaster.. carla >From: "Katrina House" >Reply-To: "Katrina House" >To: "sinister" >Subject: Sinister: More confirmed Belle & Sebastian USA and Canada dates >... >Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 17:06:22 -0000 > >... are online NOW at http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home > >cheers, >katrina. > >banchory >press - management - merchandising >po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland >email: shop at banchory.net > >http://www.banchory.net >http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From p.carter at xxx.uk Thu Feb 14 16:36:39 2002 From: p.carter at xxx.uk (Peter Carter) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 16:36:39 -0000 Subject: Sinister: I only buy a book for the way the title looks on my bookshelf Message-ID: <017a01c1b575$c76b8cc0$4427893e@fsnet.co.uk> Ok, first Brighton. It's a bit hard for me to post now, because anything worth saying has been said. Ho hum. I had a great time though, and everyone was wonderful. Are the pictures up on the net yet? I got unsubscribe from Sinister a couple of days ago by accident, so I might not have got the message saying they are up. Archel was a great host, and not at all like her sillistration (i.e. big, muscly and intimidating) and I'd mention other people, but I'm useless with names and would therefore offend people by leaving them out. So, [insert your name] was the most wonderful person I have even met, Kara excepted. My phone also broke a few hours after being dropped in the sea off Brighton pier, so I had to get a new one :(. Ok, on to 'Crime and Punishment', am I the only one who thought it was brilliant? Admittedly I haven't read the book, but my dad described the plot to me a while ago, and I always loved the idea. I felt rather sad at the end, but happy too, it was weird. I think I'm becoming some kind emotional beacon or something, because I get more and more involved in things, in either a positive or negative way. Maybe it's a side-effect to liking Belle and Sebastian, I'm becoming sensitive and emotional. My housemates wanted to turn Crime and Punishment over to watch 'Facelifts from Hell', but I dug my heels in and stuck out my tongue. They watched 'Sex and the City' after that, so I made faces at the TV behind their backs, then went to bed. Emma also said that she bought Crime and Punishment because is looked good to have on your bookshelf, but never actually read it. Bah! The Gilmore Girls, it seems to me, is the US version of spaced. An intelligent sitcom with the odd nod towards alternative culture. Though I'm probably wrong. That's about it really so... byesie bye, "I was walking home from work and lots of crows flew overhead. It was sort of pretty. The sky was grey and there were lots of trees in my view when I looked up at the crows. I wondered what you were doing at that moment. Wha t you were seeing. Feeling. Everything. " www.fastcow.co.uk www.eurosexuals.co.uk Peter p.s. Kara wrong my sig file and it's lovely. Kara is lovely. Everyone should love Kara because she's lovely. Very very lovely. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dafyd2001 at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 18:18:35 2002 From: dafyd2001 at xxx.com (dafyd strange) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 10:18:35 -0800 (PST) Subject: No subject Message-ID: <20020214181835.91896.qmail@web12808.mail.yahoo.com> Hello there, This is my first post in blinkin ages so excuse me if its bad.I've been out of the sinister circle for too long lately & am trying my best to get back in so i think this is a pretty decent start,ummm posting. I've finally got some direction back to my life,nooo not by rejoining sinister even though thats pretty good too,im going back to college in september to study,im doing journalism or was that to do journalist i forget now but it should be a whole lot of hard work and the rest. But its what i've allways wanted to do so im chasing my dream,im going to be sinister's very own peter parker type reporter,except i cant climb buildings but im working on it honest.This is turning out to be a very long boring and unromatic post especially on V.day,i never even got a card which doesnt really bother me anymore,well it does but im being mature & not showing it. *mwah* Daf xx P.s thanks to Ms H.Brown for making me post again,im sorry if it was an anticlimax. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tempestinateacup at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 23:06:07 2002 From: tempestinateacup at xxx.com (Maryam Mohseni) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 15:06:07 -0800 Subject: Sinister: American tour dates. References: <5.0.0.25.2.20020214034326.011dc328@mailsrv-unix.oit.umass.edu> Message-ID: Harumph. I was right, they do tendto skip our nation's capitol. I don't blame them, but it would be nice to be able to see them... And now while I'm in delurk, I might as well post something cute I heard the other day in Georgetown (D.C.). I was in Urban Outfitters when they started playing "Is it Wicked not to care" and I commented to a friend of mine... anyway, another girl was like, "woah, they're playing belle and sebastian!" and then, all of a sudden I was hearing little murmurs of "belle and sebastian" through the store. So my little obscure obsession from ninth grade is now a cult following. Not that I didn't know that, Sinister is a cult.. ("peculiarly deranged fanbase") but now I know that in case B+S ever decides, for any reason, to come to Washington, I've got a lot of competition for tickets. Oh yes. ~maryam ----- Original Message ----- From: "Richard Gassan" To: Sent: Thursday, February 14, 2002 12:48 AM Subject: Sinister: American tour dates. > Hello, all --- > > I've never posted here before ... and I'm insomniac at the moment, so this > should be a good time to ramble about myself, but I'm feeling a bit shy to > do so. So, instead, I'll talk about some Very Cool Stuff Indeed. > > Yes, B&S concerts in America. > > Bliss, bliss: I have two tickets to the Boston show on May 4th (*one day > before my birthday!) ... > > Ticketmaster lists tickets for sale: > (http://www.ticketmaster.com/cgi/artist1.idc?actname=BELLE_AND_SEBASTIAN&Maj orCATID=10001&MinorCATID=60) > > > May 4, Boston, Orpheum Theater > May 10, Detroit, State Theater > > And then there's this band, "Belle and Sabastian," that's playing in Upper > Darby, PA: > http://www.ticketmaster.com/cgi/artist1.idc?actname=BELLE___SABASTIAN&MajorC ATID=10001&MinorCATID=52 > > ... but tickets for that are not on sale yet. Probably because they can't > spell the damn thing. > > Oh, and the tickets I got in Boston last night are in the orchestra section > right next to the stage! so I can get up and walk five steps to gaze > worshipfully up at Our Heroes. > > Blissfully (albeit $25+$7.40 "convenience fee" each lighter), > > Richard. > > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at 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! +-+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From blind_lisa at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 20:18:26 2002 From: blind_lisa at xxx.com (Rachel fruitloop) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 12:18:26 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Ken put me on the ground with Chu-do Message-ID: <20020214201826.37736.qmail@web20206.mail.yahoo.com> Helloooooooo Sinister! I was going through my mailbox that was bursting at the seams with love notes and Sinister posts and guess what I found? The rest of JANUARY'S POSTS!!!! So, I have picked out my favorite bits to chew up and feed back to you like some doting mother bird! Only the best for you, babies! 'specially Rachel Grapenut and Jason The Cat's PJ's (this one's dedicated to the 2 of you!) I don't think I've mentioned it lately, but that hannah girl really is such an intelligent and witty young thing! On Friday night, I got a message on my mobile phone. It had the comedic stylings of my favorite Sinister dream team on it, and they were *drunk* and giggling. To protect their identity, we'll call one B. Apps. No that's too obvious, Ben A. And Ken C. was speaking in a Scottish accent on his bit. I laughed really hard... it was so funny! It got my weekend off to such a nice start! *****WELCOME***** Welcome to Aruni, and Baker, Baker and Stewie-Louie Ratatouille and Lazy Line David, and Craig Rowson and Chris Mahoney and Steven Rhodes and BusStopper Sara... I know there were more of you who have posted for the first time in the last few weeks!! Welcome to you lot, too! Hello Elsa Chiao! *****GIGS***** So, I suppose Carsmile Steve and Cola Cube Cay had their gigs in Oxford... I hope that it went well for both of you, and that someone (hint hint) tells me more about it! Grainne wrote about the Belfast gig: "I have photos of the gig which will hopefully end up on the web sometime next week, if you're interested." I'm interested! Me! Me! Did you put any pics up yet? Hey... remember when they announced that B&S would go to Sweden and Astrid posted all giddy and excited about it? Awwww, I want to hug her and dance around with her! *****SOME STUFF WE MADE UP***** Michael Grant wrote: "i had the mental image of stuart murdoch sitting on a branch ('Up A Tree', if you will!) with a dictaphone trying to record the birds himself." When I read this, I pictured Crispin Glover up a tree in Back To The Future, spying on Lea Thompson undressing. 'cept our Stu wouldn't do anything as smarmy as that! He's too twee(t), recording birdy chirps instead!! I'm smiley! Robin Stout wrote: "Belle and Sebastian could play Lego instruments and wear Lego hair and Struan could smash up his Lego guitar then put it back together again. They'd all ride onto the stage in a big Lego car, playing I Love my mecCarno I love my meccano I love my lego my technic and my duplo I could even find it in my heart to love K'Nex" This one made me laugh out loud at my desk!! SO CLEVER! I want a Belle & Seb Lego playset! And a Lego jet to take them to their Lego tourbus and a Lego boat for Isobel! And MailBen wrote:"Lego gives us well established boundaries to our imagination, but real dreamers use fuzzy felt (with scissors if anarchy is your bag)!" This one just reminds me of my favorite pick up line!! heh! Mark C. rewrote the lyrics to "Creeque Alley" to fit Belle & Seb, and it was sooooooooo fuckin' cute (that's right Mark, I'm swearing just for you!) Alan Whyte wrote a tale of Aunt Sadie's day out and worked in a whole bunch of people's nicknames from Sinister!!! So clever! I got all excited when I read "fruitloop"! Yay! And then, Mark C, Lord of SMUT wrote: "Hannah, use your polaroid to take pictures of fucking. That's what they're for, you know." I think i am going to move to london and live with hannah, she seems like so much fun! Liz Daplyn wrote: "A tip for lads: when a girl discusses her hair with you, she either likes the way you use your walk or thinks you�re gay, or frequently both in my case, which is yet one more reason it�s difficult to find boyfriends." *ahem* I am guilty of discussing my hair with boys for both reasons frequently, well, in the past, anyway. Now it would just be for reason number two. Matt Henderson wrote: "There hasn't been any talk about haircuts of recent." Not that I think you're all gay, but my hair is looking GOOD lately! I'm sad to report, Ken, that I no longer have a "red bowl" haircut, but a nifty purple and black bowl haircut (Laura Llew might be pleased to know that the style is referred to as an "Isadora"). But I am happy to report that I love my hair! See, for those of you who may not know/don't care and have forgotten, I work at a professional haircare product company and therefore am practically a professional guinnea pig (dare I say it, the perfect profession for me!) Sophia Katrina wrote: "I'm fundamentally a lazy perfectionist. Can other lazy-no-more perfectionists share the solution to this problem?" My solution comes via procrastination and then "binge working" and the results are usually good, plus you get to enjoy the "frenzy" of it all! I like to work on projects throughout the night and revel in the thoughts that just magically appear in my mind like "hannah really does rule the school!" but that could just be the sleep deprivation talking! Speaking of sleep, Robyn Fadden wrote: "anyone who has ever had a proper duvet cannot go back to 'blankets' and 'comforters' or 'sleeping bags opened up in imitation of a blanket'. i implore you: duvet today." I agree. They are the best thing since sliced bed! ****LOVE AND UNLIKE AND UNLIKELY LOVE***** David Stankin' Cooter wrote: "I�ve been back home for a little over a week, with loads of things to talk about for once, and found myself quite lost for words, and for the first time with you lot worrying that I�ll say too much." I am *SO* happy that your trip was fun and that you shared your story with us! I felt that same overwhelming feeling after Ben Apps came to stay. It seemed like anything I would say about it would be too much to too little and so it left me quite speechless! I think Kirsten Kenyon might have experienced it a bit herself after her trip, although she claims that it isn't coyness, it's discretion. I have no discretion, however, so I quite like it when I can read other people's tales of travels and/or love. LindseyLou wrote: "i realized that people are just people, and we meet and pass. and if we are lucky, we catch the hands of a few passers-by for a while, and hang on long enough to realize that we don't need the hands to hold us up." Woah, that is so true and so beautiful, I thought I'd just post it again here for y'all to read! I think... I meet certain people in my life that I just *know* will be in it forever. Like my best friend Vicky. Or my best friend Annie. I didn't talk to Annie for 3 years and then one day I went to see her at work and it was like we'd never been apart. And Ben definitely fits into that category, too. And then there are the middle people that I know will be important in my life but how long they sustain that role is questionable, for varying reasons, such as coworkers or people I know through other friends. Or some boys. Because things have a way of getting too screwed up with all of that sexual attraction and behavior to surpass the bounds of here and now. Kyla wrote a beautiful post about being mystified by her grandfather or great uncle's (sorry I can't remember specifically!) stories and way of life: "how do you say please tell me every story you have about being a cowboy cinematographer." Ohhhh, that was such a lovely post!! It reminded me of talking to my Great Grandmother Leona about thngs she used to do in the '20's (cos I'm obsessed by "Flappers" you know!) and I wish that I had been a bit older before she died (I was 13 or 14) so I could have really asked all of the questions that I have about that era now. I think it is so wonderful that you appreciate the stories that your cowboy cinematographer has to share with you, and the story of hearing his stories made a grate post! Robyn Fadden wrote: "it's a sad love, kyla's. like when you fall in love with a character in a book. and you dream about them and generally walk around in a daze for a while until you realize the futility of it all. but for some awful reason you still want to read the book again and again." The first book I remember reading and feeling that way about was when I was about 8 or so... the book was 'The Great Brain'. Anyone remember that one? Baker, Baker wrote: "i'm really happiest when i'm alone with your love letters, you see -- i love the torn spiral edge of the paper and your handwriting on the blue and pink lines. i love how the letters smell as they get old in my drawer. i think, too, that i would love being alone with your body and your voice... the torn edges of your syllables, the blue and pink veins running beneath the skin of your arms and your neck. it's when i'm actually around you -- around any people at all -- and you or those people are not allowing me to be alone... i'm too hungry for your like and your love." This post was another one that *killed* me! It's too beautiful! How perfectly that describes being in love WITH LOVE more than being in love. I think that love is a weird thing. I honestly believe that people don't find love until they are in a place in their life that allows room for it. You kitties know how messed up I've been and how I've struggled on the medication, etc. but somewhere along the line I got better and stopped seeing every failed attempt in love as being due to the fact that I'm fat or ugly or weird. As soon as I felt better about myself then I didn't crave love as much and I guess I must seem more loveable now. I even got a Valentine in the mail from a very special Sinister girl! (You know who you are! Kisses to you! And watch your mailbox!) Amy Rachel Applejacks Longcore wrote: "Anywhere you go, even yr own bedroom, you've got a lot to live up to. Take all the good and wrap it up and hold it,just keep the bad past arm length. That's my cryptic way of telling some of you to keep a chin up." I second that emotion! It's sooooo amazing how positive thinking will improve things (this coming from the most pessimistic person I know--myself!) I hope things are going better for you now, Marianna! Matt Henderson wrote: "I have nothing to think about, nothing to fight for, nothing cry about, nothing to pine for. I just feel empty. This must be the worst kind of depression. Not even music can pull me out of this." yuck. This is familiar to me, Matt. I didn't listen to music for a good 8 months. I felt flat and empty, too. I was afraid that if I listened to music in the state that I was in, it would just drive that thrill I used to feel whilst listening further and further down until I would never be able to even REMEMBER what it felt like to shiver when I heard a certain part of a particular song. That sort of depression is the worst because even hate is a form of passion but when you just don't care there is nothing. I guess this happens to people sometimes because of a gap. I see life as being a series of scenes in a movie and maybe the union rules say that your crew has to take a break now, or something along those lines... I hope things pick up for you soon, though. Will Salt wrote: "If I get drunk and start referring to myself as a girl, that's because that's what's written in my brain somewhere. Don't take photographs, because I don't look like this on the inside." That got me thinking about what it would be like to feel like a boy... and how hard it would be to feel alright if your outside appearance didn't match who you are inside. It made me love Will's post even more because, sheesh, I freak out if I have a spot or a bad hair day and people try to take my picture but what if every day was a bad gender day? That's got to be tough! *****WAKING UP TO US***** Sara BusStopper wrote: "reading the posts is like looking at someone's eyes." I would have to agree, on most levels. Because a lot of posts include words that may remain unspoken, but if you were to look in a person's eyes, you sometimes could see what they feel... Danny the cutiepie Farrell wrote: "everyone should go,everyone on the whole planet.well planet sinister anyway.sometimes i wished i lived on planet sinister,but then i remember.i don't." I think that I live on planet Sinister most of the time... well, "am I playing in your movie? you're in my magazine..." Kieran wrote: "Sinister is becoming a kind of tawdry autobiography for me at the moment." and he wrote a story about working at a newspaper and taking a call about a story that he never wrote up or tried to get in the paper. I liked the story. It revealed something about Kieran that I can really identify with regarding my job. At the end of the day, it's just shampoo bottles, you know. This was a brilliant post, though. But then, I always love Kieran's posts. Dimitra wrote 4 giant diary posts about her travels that were amazing! Here's one of my favorite bits: "part of what Sinister is to me is taking a train to a city, meeting someone you haven't met before and spending the day with them -almost all the days end in pubs somehow! And I am each time a little surprised of how I can have a good time with all those different people, who I haven't even met before. And how it is really more than just having a good time, how each of these days has something great in it. And what is the glue that binds us. Whatever makes us so gosh-darned compatible, as Stacey said once." I have noticed this as well, although I have only met a handful of you! BUT... I will be in London with Mr. Ben Apps around March 14th - 23 so I expect you kitties to meet up with me!!! The Feather Boa wrote: "i met a lot of people in the summer, so it's kind of weird, because sinister changes when you *actually* know people who are on it, instead of just knowing them via email, it is really weird, knowing people off sinister...." Hmmm, I can see what you mean FB. But I guess my experience is a bit different because I met people off of Sinister pretty much right when I joined. And the people who have met me can tell you that I am a fairly good likeness of myself in my posts: what you read is what you get! Zoe wrote: "Dimitra's post made me think of how being in Sinister it's all about who you know, like in real life. It is real life I suppose. I think I will regret writing all this but hey, you won't notice will you?" and she also said that she had started to write about the elitist nature of Sinister... Zoe also said "i was really sad and i didn't want to hurt anybody ..just ignore it..." I can't ignore this Zoe, it really made me sad when I read it. I think because I don't know what it's like to be far away from everyone, I can't really say I understand. There are a lot of Sinister people in L.A., but I don't meet up with them all that often, although we could (like walking to Sara's house for some "exercise!" hee!) I like seeing everyone in person. But there is something about reading what everyone writes that I LOVE more than meeting up. I like the romanticism of the written word. I read every single post, you know. I feel a real connection with all of you. I understand that so many of us are living paycheck to paycheck or are too young to travel. But I have to say that making a sacrifice to follow Suede across America *twice* between the ages of 19-22 was the best thing I have ever done and probably will ever do. I met a lot of my pen pals on those trips and saw SO many things, including the humanity behind this band that I worshipped so intensely, and it changed everything. I used to hear all the time "you're so lucky" and I'll tell you, it had nothing to do with luck. I wanted the adventure and it was scary and difficult and risky as hell, but I was so focused and driven to get out there and live the dream that I wasn't going to let anything stop me. So, my point is, if you want to travel, try to make a plan. Sacrifice. Do it. If this town's your sinking ship, then you know where to jump. A public service announcement brought to you by Rachel fruitloop and B&S! Miss Maple wrote about her pot-head knomes and said this: "anyways, i figure no one reads my emails cus u know...well if i was u i'd delete them." The knome thing made me laugh soooo hard! I want some knomes for my front yard!! I think your post was grate and I'm glad I read it! Then Jeff Arrived and wrote: "I also often think that no one reads my emails. but i know for a fact that at least one person on this list reads them (and she rocks the hiz-house). and that's good enough for me." YEAH! I don't know who you meant, Jeffy, but if you post it, I'll read it, too!! I'm not fibbing when I say I read every single one! Melmoz wrote: "Just want to announce that there will be a Sinister Round-Up in Texas coming up very soon!!!!!" YAY!!! And Belle & Sebastian are playing in AUSTIN!!!!! Austin is such a *grate* town!!! We're having a LOS ANGELES MEETUP on Saturday February 23rd!! E-mail me for more info! *****RACHELISMS***** Ken Chu wrote: ""BEN APPS ARE YOU SURE YOU BE AWAKE AT 8AM TOMORROW FOR BREAKFAST?" and receiving an affirmative reply, therefore after seeing Mr Tweedle (pronounced Twed-dle) off to work I phoned up Apps Ben (Mr. B) a few times and to my surprise there was no replies." HAHAHAHAH! I have converted Ben over to my ways of sleeping in! And Although I am a LAZY HORRIBLE girlfriend, just for the record, Ben will receive his Valentine presents in about 4 days! Oh, the public humiliation! Cola Cube Cay wrote: "After Mr. "I'm a supervisor at work now and therefore older and wiser (no honest) than you two wee scallywags and so I'm not going to sit around and get drunk but go home and read a training manual instead" Apps returned to his little palace known as "The Bappsy Trotwood" (Thank you Ken Chu!)me and Hatchback sat around drinking yummy Tia Maria, listening to John Peel and forming out own little theory about life and Sinister." I have a secret: Ben didn't go home and read his training manual, he went home and talked to me on the phone for several hours instead! And that Ken Chu sure is clever!! I am anxious to hear your theory on life and Sinister, Ms. Cola Cube and Mr. Dancin' Hatchback! Stine signed a post like this: "rachel ~stine **im not really a rachel of course, but i sometimes feel as though i am the only non-rachel on the list :o) ta" Awwww, Stine! You can be an honourary Rachel, too! Perhaps Stine "Rachel Doughnut" or "Rachel Sausage" would be a good name for ya! Stewie Louie wrote: "I guess I should have expected this as the one thing we all have in common is a band with not one but two Stuarts (though I don't think they spell it right). Does this ever happen to people called Rachel?" Yeah, I always think people are talking about me, though. I'm so vain, I'll bet I think this post is about me! I almost thought that Max loved me when he posted "I love you Rachel", and even though he meant Grapenut, I still got a little thrill from seeing it in writing! That's why the breakfast nicknames are helpful. I figure, the more honourary and real Rachels, the better! You know, I never really knew many other Rachels before... it's funny that there are so many of us on Sinister! And Stewie, I'll bet you have "arms of sex" just like Mr. Murdoch does! Well, I think I have dug up enough stuff from the Sinister past for now. Sorry for talking about mesself so much!! I hope you all have/ had a good VD and remember that I, for one, love you all! (extra hugs and kisses for Benny Apps!) love, Rachel (the fruity looper) *****FAVORITE QUOTES***** "Ahoy there landlubbers"--Carsmile Steve "My heroine doesn't need a 21st century prince, she only needs her guitar. And her record player."--Idleberry "sometimes it's just as difficult being in love as falling in it in the first place."--Archel Toast "sometimes i wish i could stop caring but i'm too caring to stop."--Danny Farrell "i don't mind fear... what i cannot forgive is cowardness..."--Velocity Girl "don't forget the victory dance"--Paisley Tie "I heart symbol Gneissy."--Dirty Vicar "I don't, like, think: everything is about me. I don't. but that I DO kinda think: why ISN'T IT? y'know."--Richard Gillanders "Enough of this tomfoolery, i think i'm going to puke"--Teeny Tiny Hannah Brown __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Sillylorna at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 21:37:24 2002 From: Sillylorna at xxx.com (Sillylorna at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 16:37:24 EST Subject: Sinister: A time to mourn, and a time to dance... Message-ID: <122.c5098ae.299d8814@aol.com> hey everyone. I've just been sitting here with lots of thoughts in my head so thought i'd write them down. ignore all the typos. i'm tired. it's the 14th feb 2002, valentines day. grandmas in hospital at the moment. mum and dad went to see her today and she didn't want any visitors. dad thinks (and i agree) that she wants to go to sleep and wake up in heaven, therefore gets annoyed when she wakes up and is still in hospital. she's like a baby, with her cup always by her side, if not, in her hand. i went to see her day before yesterday. I'm glad i did because she seemed quite content, although she did say she wanted to go to heaven. mum also said that grandma had said she was lookng forward to seeing her wee boy, michael (my brother). and how she can argue with grandad on the way up.. that made her laugh.. lol My poor wee grandma. i just want her to be back to normal. i've always just thought of grandma being there all my life. this obviously isn't to be. mum said tonight that she's going to pass away any day. just really waiting for it now. i look in the fridge and her liver pate, and trifles are there. that makes me smile. i have the flu right now and i feel kinda bad, in comparison to what grandma's going through. you know i missed her at christmas, i'm just glad our family, and me aren't that petty over things like that. she knows i love her, and i know she loves me. what more could i want? christmas is just a day. she's a lovely woman. except when she's nasty.. lol thats down to that thing in her head.. erm.. senaile demenshia, spelt so wrong. they say she takes it out on family first. i feel for mum. it's as if she's trying so hard to get grandma to say something to her, like 'i love you val' but when mum says i love you mum, she just says i love you all. i wish she'd say something for mum. and mum only. she went in on thursday, a week ago today. i was at paul's, then college in the afternoon, i went to get glasses from salmonies and when i got back into the car, dad said ot me, 'you know grandmas in hospital dont you?' i just thought, as did everyone else, that it was just a bug, and she'd get over it. it was an infection, which i think has cleard up but grandmas just ran out of life. i dont like having regrets. i dont belive in them. i think some of my other relatives will have them though, grandma thought the world of them all and she hadn't seen the kids in 3 years. since her 80th birthday party, norma and vic came up for mums 50th though., hey thats something. we've got the video of grandma at the party! thats a funny one. thats got paul in too. like an era in my life. Its scary how much things can change within the space of a week. a few weeks ago i was dodging the house cause grandma was here,. me and paul stayed with each other in dundee, because we wouldn't be able to sleep in the same room if she was here. cause ya know paul sleeps in stevens old room.. *wink wink* but when she got the cold, i didn't mind her being here, i even offered her my telly in her room! i knew something was going ot happen. i remember sitting on her steps outside her house. i couldn't bare it. i thought to myself this was going to be the last time she was in there, with me. i felt something in all the rooms. maybe it was god, watching over her. i'm glad she has faith, something to grasp onto in her time of need. she's more excited to see michael and grandmad than the fear of where she's going., she knows where shes going. to heaven. i feel like going to church and praying for grandma but i'm scared incase all the people come up to me and ask why i'm there. i'll ask paul if he'll go with me on sunday. 'to everything there is a season, a time for purpose under heaven: a time to be born, a time to die... a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance... a time to gain, and a time to lose...' that's my favourite piece of the bible. I'm not really a religious person. i just belive that there's something there, call it anything you want. whatever you belive in, i also think the bible was stories passed down generations and generations, all exaggerated to give the stories more morals and purpose, a sort of guide to life. which is fine, i'm not saying thats bad. i think it's the best thing ever happened to the world. i have a friend that knows what i'm going through, that helps greatly. her gran passed away. it's good to talk to her, not even about our grans, but about concerts, gossip, just to know that life does move on. and athough her gran has gone. she still has love for her. this is the first sort of mourning i'm ever going to have to go through, well apart from my cat fluffy. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amourfoubaby at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 22:05:06 2002 From: amourfoubaby at xxx.com (Stewie-Louie Ratatouille) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 22:05:06 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Who's lurking now?? Twice in a week!! Message-ID: When I got to campus this morning (at the ass crack of dawn I may add) I ran into this guy who apparently works in the office above mine. He wished me a happy Singles Awareness Day. (I have been randomly chuckling about that all day, much to the amusement and bewilderment of my office mates.) The next person I saw wished me a happy Comomdify Your Love-Life Day. I just want to say that I am in full support of this trend of open hostility to manufactured holidays. There, that bit makes this post relevant (it's still St. Val. Day where I am). But ... oh dear... I'm afraid this next bit may be a little dated. And besides, I've already posted once this week. See, I have written it several times since realizing I needed to do it but none of them have come out right. I'll just try it this way. (not so) Recently there was a post about how it is hypocritical for people who have bad jobs to get mad at bands that sell their songs to adverts. I agree with the spirit of this but not the tone or the direction of the anger. For me, music is much more than what someone does for a living (while I am aware that there are people who can do it full time). There are songs that once had great personal significance that have now been given corporate significance (and in my world, the later cancels out the former). But I rarely blame the band for this. Fairly often, I assume, these business decisions are beyond the bands control (particularly true for bands that no longer exist: poor, poor CCR). However, I have no problem raising an eyebrow (and perhaps an angry fist) at record executives and advertising agents (and all the other players) who sustain a system so powerful that it can turn deeply sincere expression into a sales pitch for potato chips. I know that even I become one of those players when I buy the album, or the chips or whatever but don't think I don't look for alternatives and take them when I can. I apologize if that is excessively dramatic or romantic but isn't excessive interest in music - particularly the kind that you can still get close to - the reason we all got together in the first place? Damn, that still seems a bit more aggressive than I wanted. Is it possible to sincerely state a deeply held belief without compromising your twee-ness? I'll leave that up to you all ... I must be off to class. Stewie Louie [Amour Fou is always illegal, whether it's disguised as a marriage or a boyscout troop--always drunk, whether on the wine of its own secretions or the smoke of its own polymorphous virtues. It is not the derangement of the senses but rather their apotheosis--not the result of freedom but rather its precondition. - Hakim Bey] _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amory1920 at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 22:10:05 2002 From: amory1920 at xxx.com (Andrew Barton) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 22:10:05 +0000 Subject: Sinister: But underneath I am the same as you Message-ID: Hello again. I decided after posting for the first time, to wait until I had something interesting to say about B&S or my life, before posting for a second time. Well, I can't guartantee that this is going to be interesting, but I've started now and I don't intend to stop. Last week I took my first trip to Scotland. My family and I stayed in Ediburgh for four days, and one of those days I had been looking forward to for a long long time. That was the day I would take a day trip to Glasgow. The town I live in back home (Eugene, Oregon) always sounded very similar to Glasgow, from what I had heard about GU and the places around it. I always thought, "Take away the great indie scene, the scottish accents, and the old buildings- and I'd be right at home." Maybe it was the quirkiness in Stuart's short stories that gave me an idea of what it might be like, or maybe it was the idea of standing in the same city where all those words and notes were dropped into microphones and played to me thousands of miles away. All I knew was that I wanted to go there. When Stevie put up the article he had written welcoming students to Glasgow my imaginary Glasgow sort of started to seem like it could be what the real Glasgow was like. Before I even first arrived in London in early december, I begged my family to let me take the train up and see the gig on the 20th. They decided it was too close to Christmas, and the same day one of their friends was coming to stay with us, etc etc. But in return I was promised that I would get there sometime within my 4 months in the U.K. Well, I went to Glasgow. And I loved it. I followed Stevie's instructions almost to the letter (I didn't need to know everything was going to be allright, I was already having the time of my life, so I didn't down a large orange juice in a oner) and had the veggie breakfast at the Grosvenor cafe. I shopped at some great record stores (much to my delight I found both the 'Eighties Fan' and 'Your Sound' Camera Obscura singles). I walked around the University campus. I had coffee at Beanscene and was reminded of my favorite coffee house back home, the place where I have the fondest memories of being with the friends I'm away from now. I could go on and on about how those simple things made me happy, but I think that's enough. My best friend, the one who introduced me to B&S, is coming to visit for 10 days on Saturday. I'm looking forward to it imensely because he's exceptionally flaky, and is incapable of writing much in an email, so I haven't heard much from him since I've been here. But when he's around we ramble on about music and books and girls and how shitty high school is for hours on end, and I'm in need of that just about now. I'd like to thank a lot of people on Sinister for telling stories that remind me of things I've done, and talking about B&S the same way I would, and recommending such wonderful things to check out for myself. When talks of The perks of being a wallflower were highly afoot my interest was sparked and I wandered into a bookstore, picked it up, and couldn't stop. It was just perfect. Youth In Revolt and The Catcher In The Rye- only twee... I also want to thank Tom Pettinger for introducing me to more delightful indie bands that can occupy my cd player for hours on end. "On a bus stop in the town, 'We rule the school.' Written for anyone to read, and to see." Thanks for your time, - Andrew _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ArtsyDeco at xxx.com Thu Feb 14 22:23:05 2002 From: ArtsyDeco at xxx.com (ArtsyDeco at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 17:23:05 EST Subject: Sinister: You can't turn a pig into a racehorse, but you can make a very fast pig... Message-ID: <144.9870873.299d92cb@aol.com> Hello people who have a tendency to be somewhat better than others, I have just rescued baby triplet jelly beans from my bag. How underripe jelly beans made it into my bag, I know not. I am letting them live in my drawer and I have named the Maude, Esther and Paul. I hope no one eats them. I was quite excited by the mention and playing of B&S on Gilmore Girls. I watch it every tuesday with Katie and Jody and they have crappy musical taste. I nearly fell off the bed. Then I felt like a bad fan because I don't have the new single yet. But I'm so very poor. And I have to save money for my trip to England. That's right, I'm coming again. I must seem old hat to the british now. I think it's something like 17 days until I get on the plane... I will get paid for the first time tomorrow after three weeks at my new job. I work in a library now, though unfortunately I cannot truly say that I am a librarian. I only file and shelve, and it's only a law library. Still, leather and cloth bound books make for excellent company, as does the wee portable radio my little frenchwoman of a boss gave to me. She's incredibly nice. I think she misses france. Anyway, they're paying me. It pleases me to know that some of the time I'm getting paid for is spent secretively dancing amidst the bookshelves. That's all really, after all that time of silence from me. Something interesting is bound to happen soon. Kara +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From woolything at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 00:07:57 2002 From: woolything at xxx.com (Alasdair Cook) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 00:07:57 +0000 Subject: Sinister: In your head the world's gone to the fair Message-ID: Friends, Gillanders = arsenic and old lace. When is a jibe not a jibe? Thank goodness he's off to Borneo, or some such place. Perhaps he will be accosted by monkeys. If Vanessa is correct, I should be stepping into a jumpsuit about now. Jumping into a Stepssuit? Of course not. One cannot bring back the dead. There's a tear in CB's starry eyes. Jumping out of an aeroplane, the rumours say. Thankfully, it's not true. That's not me. There are so many other namesakes. David Gorman will tell you, if you're kind enough to ask. I knew a David Gorman once. Like the man with no cigarettes says Gotta cadge 'em all. At the behest of The Sinister Girls, I have been reading 'The Sopranos', Alan Warner, 1997? Like Mr Data in that final, special episode, 'A CLEVER man'. In any time period. Understanding the point of being alone and together. It is happening right now. It all came together in the end. I was quietly pleased. I heard Mark Cassarotto fell in the sea. Compassion is so hard to come by these days. None from me. Just laughter, mainly. Like so many times before, wished I'd been there. My lesson for the day is Light fingers, heavy heart. There's no need to think about it. Clever? Non. In front of me lies 'Dubliners', James Joyce, 1914. Yet to begin. At all. And so... I go back, scan points 1-10 of THAT manifesto. 'Don't read him'. 'Read him'. Objects. Ebb and flow. The simple things. All we need. All we were. All we are. Banter. I'm excited in anticipation. I may be left cold, of course. These thing happen. Shrove Tuesday! Mardi Gras! Came and, well, went. I demanded a pancake party, but it wasn't really feasible, I'm afraid. Still, I should learn to make them. How hard can it be? Cooking would be easy, I think, if only I knew how. Like so many things. Not like other things. Maple. Banana. Cream. Lemon. Indulgence. 'And now I'm loading wool down at the wharf'. This line just popped into my head, I thought I should write it down. It's evocative, in some way. That whole song, infact. I haven't listened to it in a while. That guitar solo, like crackling, static, electric and then gone. What I have been listening to, more so at the moment, is Merritt. Terrific. Absolutely. Terrific. Mostly. Highway moon eyes stars railtracks. I felt I had to write something, if only to call in all those bluffs. Bob Holness would be proud. And I'm going to London tomorrow! I'm very excited by this, almost as excited as at the prospect of going to see Lloyd! in 2 weeks! Tomorrow will see some old stars of the eighties shine and some new stars of the nineties burn. Gasoline. Cracking. I should pack. Hit the road. Before it hits me. Night. You're my bunny Valentine. Alasdair xx _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From gltitchener at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 17:09:48 2002 From: gltitchener at xxx.com (gina titchener) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 17:09:48 +0000 Subject: Sinister: i spent this afternoon nostalgic for this morning Message-ID: perhaps i shall make this a weekly event (for those of you not keeping tabs, i posted this time last week) fact of the day: eating suger puffs makes your wee smell (of sugar puffs) good evening space cadets i have things to say, and nowhere to start. see how i scratch my thumb and wait for the first line to occur to me. ok. a-o, let's go. baker,baker told me to be thankful for my gang and my sense of belonging (i think - i'm too scared to save draft and check cos this mail's diappeared once already), and that if there weren't a number of people similar to me in this town, it would feel alien. perhaps, infact, no doubt he is right. it feels good to have people who share (some of) my views, to talk to and to go places, have picnics with. what i was griping about (and what fb had already mentioned - thanks to fruitloop's meta-post for reminding me) was that you lose the ability to say anything to the rest of you guys. because it is easier, far easier, to say certain things to a crowd of faceless strangers than to a few of your mates. it is sad that it is true, but it is inescapable. so, valentine's day happened - i refused to 'participate' (be slatched into spending my last pound proving how much the loved one is loved), but the boy didn't, resulting in card + present = guilt. now i owe him. (i wonder if he'd like a scarf? or a mixtape...) in response to all the brighton posts, an account of my weekend follows as it was thoroughly bizarre. and it includes an accidental meet up, so it counts as content. friday night was spent in a chinese restaurant - nowt odd with that, except at 11 pm it turns into the most hideous disco you've ever seen. you know weddings where your mum dances badly to shania twain and old men with pony tails, beards and beer bellies play air guitar to queen... it was one of them. only infinitely worse, somehow. something to do with the fact that you knew it happened every friday night, with out fail. the highlight if their mundane week. {actually on reflection it might have been the young people that were the most pathetic. they weren't actually having a good time, they were ironically enjoying the sheer hell of it. that includes me, i know, but at least i wasn't dancing or chatting up 40 year olds for fun. these people could have been dancing to new, innovative music in a proper club or chatting in the groovy late night coffee house, but they were in a cheese-mongering mor disco. am i a snob? an inverted youth-snob? i don't know. i don't think i care.} saturday was on the other end of the spectrum, at an indie 'alldayer', gojonnygogogogo, in a pub on the outskirts of leeds listening to some great, some good and some shocking (as in bad) tiny indie bands - ballboy, chemistry experiment and plouf in that order. orb was there (hi orb!) with his flowing hair, tho i don't think he had a clue who i was, plus migmk, so that counts as a meet up. it was full of way-too-hip kids, who made me feel culturally lazy (i hope you know what i mean) and my boy feel old. we left early, and were home in time for the premiership. sunday we watched a cary grant/katherine hepburn double bill at the local indie screen, which was blissful. 'just right' as goldilocks would say. somewhere in between the mor of friday and the lofi-er's heaven of saturday. ~ a little about myself: when i was 8 or 9, my violin teacher promised to give each of my fellow trainee violinists and i a housepoint for each word we could find with 5 or more syllables in it. i returned the next week with 64 such words. i got 4 housepoints. i have never treated challenges with the same enthusiasm since. ~ this wednesday i will be in oxford - i have been lead to believe it is the last 'panic'. will anyone else - ie matt willson - be in town? ~ don't worry, kids, the summer is returning. i can smell it, i can feel it, in the relaxed wind that opens my eyes and lifts my head. the flowers dare blossom again - see the snowdrops nodding. soon there will be equal amounts of light and dark each day and thoughts will turn to plans of escape and adventure, and the infinity of opportunities open to you. gina x i'd give it all up for a springboard, a pair of shorts, a clean white t-shirt and the ability to do the perfect backflip ~ballboy _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mark.hester at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 17:24:11 2002 From: mark.hester at xxx.com (Mark Hester) Date: 15 Feb 2002 17:24:11 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I had a dream that I'd written Lord of the Rings, but then I realised that I was just Tolkien in my sleep Message-ID: <20020215172411.3769.cpmta@c000.lhr.cp.net> An embedded and charset-unspecified text was scrubbed... Name: not available URL: From ahnatta at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 17:57:41 2002 From: ahnatta at xxx.com (* carla *) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 12:57:41 -0500 Subject: Sinister: nyc tickets - damn ticketmaster! Message-ID: hi.. i was just wondering if *anyone* has gotten tickets for the nyc show thru the ticketmaster pre-sale.. so far 3 of us have tried to no avail.. the system seems to be overloaded by b&s obsessives.. has anyone managed to get thru? carla _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From johnw at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 17:55:29 2002 From: johnw at xxx.com (John T. Cat, Esq.) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 12:55:29 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Ticketslut Message-ID: <000a01c1b649$f4f30680$f909040a@ops.about.com> To Katrina and whoever else wants to listen - I've been trying to get tickets via ticketmaster for the last 45 minutes. First I got - Error. Currently there are too many users processing transactions. Please continue to hit the Refresh button on your browser until you get through. (118) Then after I follow the directions to keep hitting refresh. After about 5 refreshes, I get - Couldn't connect to ticketing system. We believe that you have violated our terms of use. We may have restricted your access to our web site. Please try again later. I've been trying continiously for the last half hour to get tickets. I even called ticketmaster and they couldn't help me. Its really dissapointing. I flew to San Francisco to see Belle and Sebastian during the last tour. Now it looks like it will sell out before ticketmaster is able to service my request. Does anyone know of any other route to purchase tickets? Thanks, John Wojcik +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mouser at xxx.net Fri Feb 15 18:02:57 2002 From: mouser at xxx.net (Shawn and Emily) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 13:02:57 -0500 Subject: Sinister: nyc tickets - damn ticketmaster! In-Reply-To: Message-ID: Nope.....my hunch is that it's more to do with a push on the system for a bleeping Pearl Jam concert at Beacon Theatre... Just when you thought you had all the reasons you needed to hate Pearl Jam..... Keep on keepin' on.... Shawn -----Original Message----- From: owner-sinister at xxx.org [mailto:owner-sinister at missprint.org]On Behalf Of * carla * Sent: Friday, February 15, 2002 12:58 PM To: sinister at missprint.org Subject: Sinister: nyc tickets - damn ticketmaster! hi.. i was just wondering if *anyone* has gotten tickets for the nyc show thru the ticketmaster pre-sale.. so far 3 of us have tried to no avail.. the system seems to be overloaded by b&s obsessives.. has anyone managed to get thru? carla _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hellokristi at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 18:34:22 2002 From: hellokristi at xxx.com (kristi wheeler) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 13:34:22 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Ticketslut Message-ID: hello. has anyone gotten tickets to the chicago show and had these sorts of problems? i logged in to get tickets about 15 minutes after they went on sale and didn't have any problems. but i have had trouble with tm before for other shows. i feel your pain. i hope everyone is able to get tickets! ticketmaster is notorious for all sorts of terrible, terrible things. by the way i am kristi & i am from ohio, usa. i think i have been on this list for nearly 6 months now but i seem to find myself really busy with work and projects and such that i have failed to send a fond hello. >From: "John T. Cat, Esq." >Reply-To: "John T. Cat, Esq." >To: , >Subject: Sinister: Ticketslut >Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 12:55:29 -0500 > >To Katrina and whoever else wants to listen - >I've been trying to get tickets via ticketmaster for the last 45 >minutes. > >First I got - > >Error. Currently there are too many users processing transactions. >Please continue to hit the Refresh button on your browser until you get >through. (118) > >Then after I follow the directions to keep hitting refresh. After about >5 refreshes, I get - > >Couldn't connect to ticketing system. >We believe that you have violated our terms of use. We may have >restricted your access to our web site. Please try again later. > >I've been trying continiously for the last half hour to get tickets. I >even called ticketmaster and they couldn't help me. Its really >dissapointing. I flew to San Francisco to see Belle and Sebastian during >the last tour. Now it looks like it will sell out before ticketmaster is >able to service my request. > >Does anyone know of any other route to purchase tickets? > >Thanks, >John Wojcik > > > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at 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! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hugoles at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 18:39:46 2002 From: hugoles at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Toy=20Stephen?=) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 18:39:46 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: and then, the lighting of the lamps Message-ID: <20020215183946.81212.qmail@web13509.mail.yahoo.com> hello sinisterguese, Ill add another post to Big Stu's bored-at-work genre. Work this morning is a disaster too. Systems, machines, a universe of 1s and 0s or something is rebelling and everyone's in a panic. I take my cue from Kara instead: >Now if we can all manage to do the dance at the same >time, the planets will align and there will be world >peace. With all that >tail wagging, how could there not be. Me too! Tickets for Chicago, triplicated and filed. Has anyone ever been to the Congress Theatre? Hows it? I wanna dance! What's most frightening is the image that appears in my head when I think of dancing. It's a trauma seared onto my psyche. The night after I saw the film _Tom and Viv_ with Willem Dafoe & Miranda Richardson, I dreamt that Tom Eliot and Bertie Russel were dancing a hybrid gigue and grinder. It haunted me for days. I think what scares me most is having T.S. Eliot as a lover. There are few people in history I think would be a worse lay. No segue (except that the word looks like 'gigue') but: JenOwl rightly chided me for a depressing post abt being mental. I didnt mean for it to be a dreary injection. Sorry if it brought anyone down. The only thing valuable in it was applauding Rachel Fruitloop's courage. & affirming that it's perfectly normal to admit things are bad, & you feel like a traitor to yr own life. Things improve anyway. Altho' I still hold firm on disliking Skittles. But, since Jenowl used them nicely to object to my melancholia, Ill happily send her many packages if she provides a post address. I lay in bed the other night thinking up forward-backward words, and not because Im a satanist and used my imagination as that mysterious LP that speaks to you when played in reverse. Counting sheep never does the trick. Any, what's the name for a word that spells another word backwards? Is there a more specific term than anagram? I came up with: Evil lives in dogs and gods. i bored myself sufficiently to fall asleep. can anyone think of others? for Valentine's Day I tried to see a performance of the Vagina Monologues. Tickets sold out before my chance in the queue. I saw my old lover with a ticket near the door. The first time Ive seen her in months. I felt oddly defeated (and delighted) that she was getting into Vagina tonight, even though I wasnt. Big Stu also said: >Of course, Thursday nights are currently booked >into my diary as Banzai night (the bizzarest, >funniest and probably best >thing on TV for ages)... Oooh, I agree, tho it's ruthless at times. I did a sketch for the show; payed £25 for two hours of work. There were nine beautiful people in the dressing room. 5 girls and 4 other boys. The studio Channel 4 was using was backed-up, so we had to bide our time. everyone checked their makeup, everyone had head shots with them, everyone had at least 3 agents. i looked down at the tin of Stella anytime I felt someone was going to ask me these questions. I eventually had to confess Id only seen a flyer in the Notting Hill Record Exchange for paid TV extras work. They all became quiet as if I told them I was terminally ill. hehehe. but the sketch was Guess Whose Mobile has the Swing-Low Sweet Chariot ringtone. They didnt even give me a mobile. I was a decoy. The sultry lights and camera made me wanna shoot a plastic gun and wave to the world like Mike Teevee in Willy Wonka. Pow pow, look at me Im on TV, it makes up for the shortcomings of being poor. I have a B&S memory that came by all Proustian-like when my long-absent copy of IYFS was returned; but words feel clunky & Id rather celebrate the coming spring and show. all the posts abt Midwest meet-ups -- can we devise a fete for that May weekend in Chicago? sinistercerest, t.s. Other echoes Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow? Quick, said the bird, find them, find them, Round the corner. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ahnatta at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 18:40:41 2002 From: ahnatta at xxx.com (* carla *) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 13:40:41 -0500 Subject: Sinister: nyc tix Message-ID: it is possible to get tickets! i got through! im just so amazed! dont give up hope! carla >From: "Christine A. Zardecki" >To: ahnatta at hotmail.com >Subject: Re: Sinister: More confirmed Belle & Sebastian >Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 13:36:23 -0500 (EST) > >cookie, get back on -- i just got through to the "next screen"... _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stoutrobin at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 13:54:50 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 13:54:50 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Potatoes Message-ID: Hello! While we were waiting at the traffic lights this morning I looked over at the driver of the car beside us and saw that instead of having his hands on the steering wheel he was hitting the wheel with a couple of drumsticks. Either he was getting a bit of practice in before his drum lessons that afternoon or he was driving a drum powered car. Steering wheel - snare drum. Indicators - hi hat! There^�s an interesting piece on the Matador website http://www.matadorrecords.com/news/index.html about the new album, as well as a hint it might be released in May. Amazon seem to think so too. So, that^�s Early Spring, then. I^�ve been away for a while, as you might have seen, and I was a bit annoyed not to be able to make it to Brighton, but you see I had to go to my Birthday Party! I thought it would be a bit rude if I didn^�t turn up for that. Then I went home for a few days to see my family but the only presents ones I got were; 1) A Mr Friendly (http://www.mrfriendly.co.jp ) exercise book from my sister, with the quite honestly disturbing slogan - ^�Mr Friendly - he steals into your mind to help you to a good situation^�. 2) A sack of potatoes, a book on how to grow potatoes, a garden fork and a trowel from my mum and dad so I can ^�grow some potatoes^�. When I was nine I got a new bike for my birthday, who^�d have thought it would come to this? And that was it. Oh well. We went to see my grandad too and had the traditional pleasure of watching telly with subtitles. They^�re really funny sometimes and make even the most boring programmes seem exciting. The news is the best, cos there^�s someone somewhere typing really quickly to get the words onto the screen in time. So they always miss out the big words and spell lots of thing wrong. For a local news item about an old woman whose house had fallen down an old mine shaft the subtitle was simply; ^�It was me savings!^� Hmm. Brake - bass pedal! I^�m going to spend the weekend buying a new record player, to finally replace the one I accidentally melted in the oven, and digging up the back garden so I can plant my potatoes. There^�s an alsatian buried in there somewhere. I^�ll have to be careful. Oh my god! Mr Friendly has stolen into my mind!! Robin x _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From brazilp at xxx.ie Fri Feb 15 14:24:42 2002 From: brazilp at xxx.ie (trish delish) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 14:24:42 +0000 Subject: Sinister: B & S PLAY DUBLIN.... Message-ID: <3C772939@ntserver-e2w2.tcd.ie> i hope! ooh, that's just plain naughty, isn't it? in fact, i may just deserve a good spanking (oo-er!) my reason for posting today is to do with the fact that i was out last night, and to the type of place/people that were there. it was in fact the 2nd birthday of dublin's "best" indie club, on thursdays, called screamdelica. what a strange night... i may be 21, and think myself young and not too out of things (spot the wishful thinking!) but i really had my eyes opened last night. since when is hairy back in style?? last night i saw people with the hairiest faces (think sideburns-goatee-tash combo, wouldn't recommend it) and as for the hairdo's themselves....i seem to have entirely missed the resurrection of the mullet, but dublin's cool-as-fuck indie kids are obviously showing the way forward. me and my 3 mates seemed to be the only twee-as-fuck people present, i don't think we went down very well mind you, for all their hair and stylee stuff, they let themselves down on the dancefloor, that's for sure. the music in TBMC can be fairly dodgy, with muso dj's playing the most obscure bsides to the most obscure tracks from the last 10 years, so i am accustomed to some fairly dodgy tunes. but i had to be picked up off the floor when, mid rock out set, the floor went crazy to the sound of.... meatloaf. MEATLOAF??!!! AND THEY LOVED IT!!! a pure rock out moment, and when it finished they screamed out for more. i thought maybe i had wandered through a time/taste warp, but apparently not so, i guess the moral of the story is, just because you have a mullet, doesn't make you cool (though i think i knew that anyway) i'm off to grow my own 80's do, wish me luck! trish delish ps apologies to any members of the list who strive to keep the mullet alive +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Fri Feb 15 16:02:25 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 16:02:25 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: Fw: was she scared, was she bored? Message-ID: this may not have worked the first time. if it did, god, i'm so sorry to inflict this on you twice. -- Begin original message -- > From: r.playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) > Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 14:05:40 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) > Subject: was she scared, was she bored? > To: sinister at missprint.org > > well, the internet is bust here and since that's what usually gets me > through the day (that and the odd appearance of a gorgeous guy/girl or > some erupting row amongst my bosses), i have to post to sinister > instead. which is bad in a way because i don't have much > content/gossip/smut/scintillating wit to share today. > > last weekend's shenanigans made me feel young and crazy again, and > subsequently i've been pondering the elusive concept of adulthood. i > can never seem to get a real handle on 'growing up'. am i grown up now? > now? next year? when? sometimes it hits me like a lightning bolt > that, yes, this must be it. letting myself into my own flat (well, > rented) with my own key, going into my own kitchen and unpacking my own > shopping, preparing dinner for my own parents as i did on tuesday - just > these minor things can stop me in my tracks - woah, i'm an adult. and > it can be a good or a bad feeling. on tuesday i was overwhelmed with a) > relief and b) surprise. relief, because i don't have to suffer all the > trials of being a teenager any more (and, however unique a teenager you > are, some of those trials *are* universally teenage), and surprise > because i can't remember at what point i stopped suffering them, and > acquired a job, a bank account, a flat, contents insurance, a boyfriend, > a credit card, and the ability to use them all appropriately while not > having to tell mum what time i'll be home. > > but then sometimes i don't feel like an adult at all, but like a little > girl who gets nervous talking on the phone*, doesn't understand > inflation or interest rates or the situation in the middle east, expects > a stocking at christmas, and is too scared to try for a proper job where > she actually has to take responsibilty. > > and yet... it's all relative. my sister (aged 20) turned up at my flat > that same tuesday night at around 11pm, complaining drunkenly that her > friends had called her a 'Loser' for leaving the pub early, accompanied > by american-style L-shaped gestures. 'they're so immature', she said, > 'i mean, i did this > back to them, obviously, but they still think i'm the sad one.' (no > hint of irony.) then: 'does that mean lesbian?' asked my mum. 'well, > in MY culture it means Loser', said my sister. > > the whole thing about different cultures is strange, because my sister > is only 3 years younger than me, and yet she identifies herself > COMPLETELY differently. just as 17-year-olds have a totally different > frame of reference even to her. matt pointed out that in 10 or 20 years > time we could be in a pub and overhear adults who don't seem that much > younger than us talking nostalgically about pokemon. > > did i have a point? not really. > > i wonder if belle & sebastian are a particularly regressive sort of > band? i mean, nu-metal is more obviously juvenile, but maybe it's just > a different side of the same coin. limp bizkit and offspring glorify > the shouty, sulky, toilet humour side of adolescence, whereas b&s give > us the tormented, misunderstood, bullied side. do those of us who like > b&s (those of us, that is, who AREN'T still teenagers) secretly feel > that we haven't properly grown up yet, that we'll never rule the school, > that the world is still not made for us? do we feel bullied by real > life? are we just scared to grow up, godammit? > > well, maybe i'm just talking to/for myself here. > > i should mention other people's posts, but a) i can never remember later > what, at the time, made me laugh/sigh/think/well up and b) just thinking > about other people's posts makes me feel inadequate. oh, ally cook > posted. that was nice. and if i could write half as well as lindsey > lou i'd pack in my job right now and write a novel. > > given the self-referential nature of sinister, does it count as content > to refer to other listees? i'm never sure. > > the lights are on, but there's no-one home. > > luv archel xxx > > ps. peter carter asked about brighton photos on the web - as for mine, i > haven't developed the film yet and may not get to a scanner for a while > anyway. but hopefully others will be more efficient? > > pps. i am eating frisps. they claim 'it's not a crisp - it's a frisp', > but it might as well be a crisp as far as i can see. i mean, 'crisp' > covers quite a lot, doesn't it? could they be done for false > advertising? > > > * i think i actually have a medical condition. when i have to phone a > stranger, whether a publisher or a bookshop or my insurance company, i > have to remove layers of clothing to minimise the sweating and write > down what i'm going to say beforehand. is this totally weird? > > ****************** > Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. > Email submissions to buzzwords at bigfoot.com > > > > > > > > > -- End original message -- ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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Message-ID: well, the internet is bust here and since that's what usually gets me through the day (that and the odd appearance of a gorgeous guy/girl or some erupting row amongst my bosses), i have to post to sinister instead. which is bad in a way because i don't have much content/gossip/smut/scintillating wit to share today. last weekend's shenanigans made me feel young and crazy again, and subsequently i've been pondering the elusive concept of adulthood. i can never seem to get a real handle on 'growing up'. am i grown up now? now? next year? when? sometimes it hits me like a lightning bolt that, yes, this must be it. letting myself into my own flat (well, rented) with my own key, going into my own kitchen and unpacking my own shopping, preparing dinner for my own parents as i did on tuesday - just these minor things can stop me in my tracks - woah, i'm an adult. and it can be a good or a bad feeling. on tuesday i was overwhelmed with a) relief and b) surprise. relief, because i don't have to suffer all the trials of being a teenager any more (and, however unique a teenager you are, some of those trials *are* universally teenage), and surprise because i can't remember at what point i stopped suffering them, and acquired a job, a bank account, a flat, contents insurance, a boyfriend, a credit card, and the ability to use them all appropriately while not having to tell mum what time i'll be home. but then sometimes i don't feel like an adult at all, but like a little girl who gets nervous talking on the phone*, doesn't understand inflation or interest rates or the situation in the middle east, expects a stocking at christmas, and is too scared to try for a proper job where she actually has to take responsibilty. and yet... it's all relative. my sister (aged 20) turned up at my flat that same tuesday night at around 11pm, complaining drunkenly that her friends had called her a 'Loser' for leaving the pub early, accompanied by american-style L-shaped gestures. 'they're so immature', she said, 'i mean, i did this back to them, obviously, but they still think i'm the sad one.' (no hint of irony.) then: 'does that mean lesbian?' asked my mum. 'well, in MY culture it means Loser', said my sister. the whole thing about different cultures is strange, because my sister is only 3 years younger than me, and yet she identifies herself COMPLETELY differently. just as 17-year-olds have a totally different frame of reference even to her. matt pointed out that in 10 or 20 years time we could be in a pub and overhear adults who don't seem that much younger than us talking nostalgically about pokemon. did i have a point? not really. i wonder if belle & sebastian are a particularly regressive sort of band? i mean, nu-metal is more obviously juvenile, but maybe it's just a different side of the same coin. limp bizkit and offspring glorify the shouty, sulky, toilet humour side of adolescence, whereas b&s give us the tormented, misunderstood, bullied side. do those of us who like b&s (those of us, that is, who AREN'T still teenagers) secretly feel that we haven't properly grown up yet, that we'll never rule the school, that the world is still not made for us? do we feel bullied by real life? are we just scared to grow up, godammit? well, maybe i'm just talking to/for myself here. i should mention other people's posts, but a) i can never remember later what, at the time, made me laugh/sigh/think/well up and b) just thinking about other people's posts makes me feel inadequate. oh, ally cook posted. that was nice. and if i could write half as well as lindsey lou i'd pack in my job right now and write a novel. given the self-referential nature of sinister, does it count as content to refer to other listees? i'm never sure. the lights are on, but there's no-one home. luv archel xxx ps. peter carter asked about brighton photos on the web - as for mine, i haven't developed the film yet and may not get to a scanner for a while anyway. but hopefully others will be more efficient? pps. i am eating frisps. they claim 'it's not a crisp - it's a frisp', but it might as well be a crisp as far as i can see. i mean, 'crisp' covers quite a lot, doesn't it? could they be done for false advertising? * i think i actually have a medical condition. when i have to phone a stranger, whether a publisher or a bookshop or my insurance company, i have to remove layers of clothing to minimise the sweating and write down what i'm going to say beforehand. is this totally weird? ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ArtsyDeco at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 16:12:48 2002 From: ArtsyDeco at xxx.com (ArtsyDeco at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 11:12:48 EST Subject: Sinister: celebrate good times, come on! I will! Message-ID: <13f.96da8d9.299e8d80@aol.com> Sorry to post again, but I must share my joy. I suppose I haven't been a belle and sebastian fan for an excessive amount of time, but I've always been quite keen on seeing them in concert. My friend and I used to joke about how many organs I would be willing to sell to go see them in concert, and now *cue dramatic trumpet music* I have two tickets. The other lucky soul is my friend Christina, my first true b&s convert. Now about that joy sharing... THE GOING TO SEE BELLE AND SEBASTIAN FOR THE FIRST TIME HAPPY DANCE! commence with tail wagging hands in the air waved about willy-nilly-like jump with a 180 degree turn crouch down a bit and do the twist annoy your friends by repeatedly yelling "I'm going to see Belle and Sebastian! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" Wait for them to say "who?" another jump and turn, land pointing your finger "Why only the best octet of indie musicians from scotland" more tail wagging spastic rhythmless excited movement until you get tired at least thats what I did all last night after I booked my tickets for Boston. It's perfect, I will have had two finals that day, what better way to unwind than to see my favorite band and keep all my organs, if not my $32.40? Now if we can all manage to do the dance at the same time, the planets will align and there will be world peace. With all that tail wagging, how could there not be. I realize it's a bit early but someone else has already mentioned that they got tickets for Boston. Meet up? Picnic? Please please please? I've wanted to have a Boston sinister thingy for ages, but maybe that one person is the only one besides me. Anyhue, think about it... Oodles of love for everyone, Kara +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From johnw at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 18:49:06 2002 From: johnw at xxx.com (John T. Cat, Esq.) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 13:49:06 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Ticketslut...you make me feel oh so good Message-ID: <001601c1b651$723385f0$f909040a@ops.about.com> I got through. I got floor seats. Whoo Hoo! The Hammerstein is a bad place to see a show. Its big, the sound sucks, the floors are concrete so you back starts hurting after 15 minutes of standing. Unfortunately, there are some shows that only play there. I saw Kraftwerk, Bauhaus, Portishead, Orbital. Just about all these way cool bands I thought would never play again. Good luck to everyone else. If I can't find enough people to take all my tickets (I got 8) I'll post something here when it gets closer to the date. I'll make them available they way they should be made available. To those who genuinely love the music, for what the tickets cost. John +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From zcraw96 at xxx.uk Fri Feb 15 15:34:50 2002 From: zcraw96 at xxx.uk (Christina McDermott) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 15:34:50 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I was drunk on the streets of the South for four days on end... Message-ID: <3.0.6.32.20020215153450.00877720@pop-server.ucl.ac.uk> *yawn* Apologies...it's the dawn of a new weekend and I'm still recovering and shaking off the remnants of the old one. Saying that, it was a bloody good one though. I could get used to being one of these (inter)national Sinister jetsetters, going new places, meeting new people, drinking strange and exotic brands of alcohol... A fair few people from the Sinister massive that were in Brighton last weekend have divulged most of the semi-sordid facts about what went on there, so I feel I should fill in the gaps about the things that hapenned when either a) No one was looking or b) they all buggered off home. Yes, it was my band's first gig last Monday, and I have to say, it was AMAZING! Well, it was for me at least being the chanteuse on stage who (to use an old Mancunian phrase) was "fookin' brickin' it" (for all of you who are not aware of this phrase, it means I was scared stiff). Apparently, I did a rather good impression of someone who knew what she was doing as well as putting on a persona of being immensely fashionable and self-confident. I think it was the pre-gig KFC that did it personally. Those people must put something in the special sauce. Or, it also could have been the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed during the afternoon alongside the Polish cigarettes. Eitherway, I didn't mess up too badly, people seemed to like me, I was even heckled! Oooh, and they laughed when I told them my Menswe at r story (the punchline being "I don't want to seduce them anymore because they're apparently all on crack" Create story around that as you will). And I dj'ed too along with Matt the Medieval Minstrel Willson (when he didn't bugger off and abandon me with records I didn't know on the stereo to go schmooze and be a popstar) and people liked the stuff I played even if they didn't dance...but I didn't mind, because I was happy and could do silly dances in the DJ booth because no one could see me doing them...until the guitarist in my band came along and shouted Eddie Izzard sketches at me before attempting to scratch my favourite Jim O'Rourke record in a hideously Fatboy Slim stylee. Damn him. Anyway *PLUG! PLUG!* We're doing a Battle of the Bands type thing in Oxford again on Sunday at the Wheatsheaf (at least, I think that's what it's called) and if you want to you can come along and tell people how great you think the Endless City Lights are, especially that very attractive mad shouty girl at the front... It was a weekend of going to different people's nights, smoking lots and dancing in very silly ways really. Carsmile's night was wicked cool, I especially liked the numerous and utterly bizarre bootlegs that he was playing and I saw a boy set himself on fire on purpose so as to create a new hole in his jeans. I think he was trying to impress people but instead he made himself look arsey because he burnt himself in the process which made me snigger :D Anyway, edited highlights include such wonderous things as meeting many of the Sinister massive that I had never met before, (Hello and Hugs to the lot of you! I have to say I'm rather upset that I had to go home before I saw Mark Cassorotto fall arse over tit into the sea), having an amazing and lovely long talk with Maddy on the walk to Brighton train station, going to the funfair on Brighton pier and on the waltzers and having Dancing Hatchback take pictures of me and Becky going ARRGGHGHHHHHH!!!! whenever it started to go faster, watching Paul Field have a (verbal) fight with some obnoxious twat on the train back to London, seeing Carsmile Steve drunk, sitting in pubs for days on end, staggering back to Matt's flat on Sunday evening and being rather loud, Archel the mistress of smut, Me and Liz doing very amusing American hick impressions complete with banjo solos, me and Hatchback comprising the list of "All the stupid things Cay has said in conversations with James" which is now resplendent on my wall at home and his name being changed from "Dancing Hatchback" to "Dancing Flapjack" in celebration of his new flat cap. And then I came home, woke up on Wednesday morning and realised I had to come back to the real world filled with essays on Hobbes in my flat on my own and felt sad for a while until I realised that I had peanut butter, bread and a toaster and made peanut butter toast. It didn't make things entirely better, but it helped. You should all try it :D And yes, it was Valentine's Day yesterday and I was rather happy because I got a Valentines Day card from someone who wasn't my Dad! (Although he sent me one too, bless him) Ok, it was a Sinister Valentine, but it made me feel marginally better. Then again, anything would have been better than last year (My boyfriend dumped me on Valentine's Day. Grrr...bastard...I know. And I had the 'flu too.) I spent the whole day listening to love songs in the winter sunshine, being genteel, drinking tea, reminiscing about ex boyfriends whose beds I would lie on on summer days with the window open and the smells of the biscuit factory next door permeating the room and listening to Photo Jenny and him shouting "The girls are LESBIANS!" when Struan sings "The girls are just friends" and looking a mess on purpose because I don't have a boyfriend and so no one would really care whether I made an effort or not. I rather liked it. Then in the evening, I went to Finsbury Park and looked at the amazing view of London from the top of my best friend's road whilst smoking menthol cigarettes, eating pizza and looking at the stars. We don't need boys so long as we have our record players, clarinets (or keyboards in her case), studded belts and bad poetry. Oh and Vienenttas too. Those are always important. I didn't have any pancakes on Pancake Day. Maybe this weekend, eh? I've gone on far too long as always. Fifteen minute rule? Pah! More like a fifty minute rule for me. Love and Aislers Set records, Cay Cola-Cube xXx "If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your Revolution..." -Emma Goldman +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From figure2 at xxx.net Fri Feb 15 14:29:55 2002 From: figure2 at xxx.net (figure2 at xxx.net) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 15:29:55 +0100 Subject: Sinister: he's a taker and a giver and a getter into a world she's been been hankering to Message-ID: <20020215142955.NEDG22946.fep04-svc.ttyl.com@localhost> I wrote something on the thirteenth and something on the fourteenth and now it's the fifteenth and, you know? Things change every day. A good friend of mine used to say: 'Gordon, don't you think you've just lost the plot a bit?' and I'd shrug 'Whatever... it's not important'. Do you know the Legend of the Holy Drinker? It's a book by Joseph Roth, about a tramp who was sitting down by the River Seine one day ( the Seine has pavements alongside parts of it a few feet above the water which can be accessed by steps, mainly from the bridges above) when he was approached by a rich man who gave him a lot of money. The book can be taken at the level of a parable on the capriciousness of wealth and fate but I think the underlying substance is miracles and how people can both suggest and receive them, outwith the purposes of justice or reason. "I apologise. I presume the state you find me in is less than might be expected of a well brought-up young man. Perhaps I am not longer so young. Such things have passed. Me by, but I am capable of gathering myself to my feet. How long my bipedalifourousness (!) will remain I cannot tell." Whilst not working out if things he was saying were in the dictionary or not, he imagined palaces of stairs unwounded to heaven... dreamy big marbly echoing voids with possibilities, not festering. That, and, standing up. The fact was, of course, that he was lying upon the pavement in a barely coherent state and staring, bleeding from the left cheekbone and knees, up at a woman in her fifties who was not unfamiliar with the concept of offering assistance to men such as himself. Assured, she departed. He hailed a taxi to a strip bar. He'd never been there before but knew about it because it was next to the art college and had lusty fifties-style line drawings painted on the outside walls, either side of the door. It was about 11:30am and he sat down at a fine old mahogany shelf next to a man who looked uncannily like Robert Louis Stephenson and the man said to him. "What's great here is the whole place is run entirely by women". Three women stared at the two of them like the girls out of the Murphy's ads... slinky but decidedly not to be tricked with. But the two men had something to tangle with as well, like drizzle on burbly brooks... poet-imagery and painting women; seeing the beginnings of life like artists (their thighs, though the women who ran the place weren't indulging in the blokeishly unreasonable desire for visual exposition, not that the men asked). Maybe rather tired about either hoplessness, addiction or lack of talent but getting along with each other just the same, another half-hour was passed. [Souls in the shadows and souls in the lights one other's merely over exposed There's as much night as day: owl's have more of one way, In sentiments we have it three ways, And I'm in that way.] He went home and told his Dad a bit before the call-credit ran out. The miracle went like this: He received a letter one day and a valentine's two days after. He's sorta shocked and delighted. Just a dumb man, me, but thankyou, thankyou, thankyou :) Gordon. _______________________________________________________________________ Never pay another Internet phone bill! Freeserve AnyTime, for all the Internet access you want, day and night, only £12.99 per month. Sign-up at http://www.freeserve.com/time/anytime +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jiffy_popper at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 19:13:43 2002 From: jiffy_popper at xxx.com (Genevieve Wesley) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 14:13:43 -0500 Subject: Sinister: The Boys Are Back In Town! Message-ID: Dear Sinister, Oh my! Joy Joy Joy! It has been so many years of waiting but finally patience will be rewarded and I will get to see Belle and Sebastian. I got my tickets for Detroit and Chicago and now I'm just waiting for this Toronto show. KOOL HAUS - I don't understand! On Ticketmaster.ca there is no B&S event listed for the Kool Haus. Are other people getting this? Toronto will finally be revisited. This is so funny, I am getting a flood of memories now. I remember threatening my mother that I would run away to Toronto to see them a few years ago and then it never even happened. I would've looked so silly. I'm so excited, I don't know where to start!? Is there going to be a Sinister MidWest meet up? I am imagining our very own B&S Crossroads. The girls can get together and braid each other's hair before the show in a giggle-fest of delicious anticipation. Struan, Struan, Struan! But yes, maybe if there is a meet-up we can help each other out driving to various cities, offering floor space, accompany each other while hitching rides, etc. What of our friends in Montreal? Some of you must be going. I have relatives in Detroit so maybe I can help some people out. Will May ever arrive? I'm already very hyper, this can't be healthy for prolonged lengths of time. My leg won't stop shaking, I'm like Thumper! I haven't been to a concert since 1999. Parents would drive me out to the Big City (Ha!) of Ottawa and I'd sit out on the concrete steps for ages in the lovely early summer weather just hoping to catch a glimpse of that tour bus, oh those were the days. The May 10th date is very interesting (for me), because on that same day in 1997 I stumbled into my then love-object Brett Anderson (hee hee, seems so silly now) at an A&W. It is a lucky day! They should do some fabulous Motown cover when in Detroit. Yeah yeah yeah right here in my heart it's like a Heatwave. Or maybe This Old Heart of Mine. I would die! So, my departure for Scotland is going to be pushed back to May now. I fear I'll never have this opportunity again you know and I must take advantage. I actually am in need of a little bit of help. I am very probably going to be an au-pair over there and will be living with the family, but after that I will need to find somewhere to live. Where is the best place to look for that? Is there certain Scottish websites or newspapers that are better than others? I would appreciate any suggestions or helpful advice. I have to go to and serve lattes now to weirdos, how terribly anticlimactic. Too Much Love, Genevieve p.s. So Toronto-Detroit-Chicago people, email me if there are any meet ups or carpools planned. xoxoxo _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From peterjohnmadden at xxx.com Fri Feb 15 21:11:54 2002 From: peterjohnmadden at xxx.com (Peter Madden) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 21:11:54 +0000 Subject: Sinister: He dips his toe into the water... 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First post by the way. Will go away now. Peter _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From nafees at xxx.com Sat Feb 16 02:00:56 2002 From: nafees at xxx.com (nafees saeed) Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 02:00:56 -0000 Subject: Sinister: those fancy keyrings, that you whistle at...and they whistle right back. Message-ID: this time last week, i sat down with my notebook and made a list of things that i was going to do over half term. at the time, these things were essential, and i had every intention of doing them , and during the week i actually managed to do them. my room was cleaned, and re-arranged, i started making revision notes and i sat for hours writing essays on middle aged political commentators whose names were difficult to spell. it feels weird to have done all these things because usually i make elaborate plans which never get followed through, and live forever in my head, along with my good intentions. but this time i've actually done stuff, and i feel quite strange. i've become so used to having something impending looming over me that i've forgotten what it feels like to be on top of things. it sort of struck me this afternoon after i finished my last essay. for the first time in a while, it wasn't windy and there wasn't any rain...and for a change the sun was out which changed the greyness of the sky to orange and if the calendar on my wall didn't tell me that it was february i would've easily of thought that it was the middle of summer. everyone knows that summer is just the best time of the year. i never appreciate it at the time, it's only in the midst of winter when i've got no time and the weather's shite do i really appreciate it. i think the one thing i always miss about summer is the time. there's always so much of it. there's no sense of being rushed and you can stay in bed until lunchtime everyday without feeling the slightest bit guilty. that all seems so far away at the moment, there's still months to go, which include exams and more coursework deadlines. but thinking about it, once it comes, those things will make it ten times better. so i i've come up with some strange logic for myself, which means if i work harder i'll appreciate stuff more and i'll be the happiest boy alive by august. i told this to my friend, and she smiled and told me that things don't actually work out like that. i sort of know this, but still. dreaming's not that bad is it?, and it'll pass the time. tonight, i went to a slipknot concert with my friend. not that either of us are fans of the 'knot, but had to chaperone my friend's little brother. he's only eleven or something, and was pretty adamant on going. so, me and my friend were given the task. i didn't know what to expect, because i remember seeing them from a distance at leeds festival two years ago and all these crazy people going mad because the performers were inflicting pain on themselves. but when we got there, it was nothing like that. the crazy people, had been replaced by a swarm of people all dressed in black and bearing the most excited grins on their faces. i couldn't help but feel out of placed whilst queuing to get in, mainly because i wasn't wearing a costume and my t-shirt didn't have any slogans on it. me and my friend made a plan, we'd take it in turns to look after his brother. one of us would stay with him near the front and one would stand at the back, and every twenty minutes we'd swap. we even bought a newspaper to read and everything. this plan quickly disintegrated once the first band got on stage. everyone went crazy, even my friend's brother who looked as if he'd been possessed. he was jumping and kicking and punching as if he was going to die. it was quite funny to see a little kid behave like this, but once loads start doing it at the same time it gets sort of annoying. so for about four hours i was kicked and punched, people jumped over my head whilst various bands "sang" songs about being outcasts and generally unappreciated. this was then concluded the a lavish firework display which blinded most of the audience, which temporarily caused a halt in said moshing so i was thankful for it. by the end i was exhausted, incredibly sweaty (luckily my odors were made insignificant by a big looking biker man) and slightly bruised. the weird thing was, my friend's brother loved it. he was smiling as if someone had just told him he's going to live forever and kept telling us how it was the best experience of his short life. for a moment i feared for the future of the planet, but then i remembered how i felt when my brother took me to see radiohead when i was about his age. there was no possible way to understand what the songs were about at that age, but still i had something to be involved with and something to belong to. so i suppose that's what my friend's brother was feeling. his little group or whatever may be more brutal than mine but it's his. this sort of relates to something that my dad used to tell me and my brother about people having individual pockets of happiness that you'll keep as your own, things that give you some sort of identity and in a way shape who you are. umm. --- everyone's talking about storytelling, i would too but i haven't seen it. instead i'll talk about 'monster's inc.' which i thought was great. although, when going to see it, i forgot my glasses and after the first ten minutes the characters lost any identity and became just coloured blobs on the screen. i sort of felt bad, i mean, all those animators spending all that time trying to make stuff real and i was laughing at something that can be achieved by putting M&Ms in a washing machine. Stuart Gardiner wrote: I notice that my concert tickets haven't turned up yet. Which is interesting when I've paid £4.50 for them to be delivered. For that price, I want them hand-delivered by the band. heh me too! i ordered my ticket for brixton ages ago and they still haven't come yet. looking forward to the gig though. somebody whose name eludes me (sorry) wrote about making cereal and getting stuff mixed up. i do that all the time. my mother's getting annoyed at finding crunchy nut cornflakes in the fridge, and the milk in the breakfast cupboard. i haven't posted for a while, so this has been suitably rubbish. apologies. take care, nafees. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jiffy_popper at xxx.com Sat Feb 16 14:40:36 2002 From: jiffy_popper at xxx.com (Genevieve Wesley) Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 09:40:36 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Canadian B&S fans: Montreal Show Message-ID: Hello, don't know how many of you are aware of this, but there is a Montreal show on May 7 and I think Tickets go on sale today at noon. http://www.admission.com/html/admission.htmI Is anyone offering rides from Montreal to Toronto? Email me if any of you plan to be going to multiple shows / meetups, etc. Lucas Antexit are you still on this list? Sorry this is so short and badly composed, but I am late for work (again). xoxo Genevieve _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From cfan at xxx.ca Sat Feb 16 14:46:29 2002 From: cfan at xxx.ca (Cathy Fan) Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 09:46:29 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Montreal date Message-ID: <004801c1b6f8$b8b81160$26c4fea9@computer> Forgive me if this has already been mentioned (I'm on the digest), but I just found this juicy bit on the official site: May 7th Montreal QC Metropolis *newly confirmed Internet pre-sale, Feb 16th, http://www.admission.com, noon EST For those looking for a direct link to the Toronto show, this link should work: https://ticketing.ticketmaster.com/cgi/purchasepage_ca.asp?event_id=1000344E D08AC575 There's lots of presales today (e.g. Dave Matthews Band), so be careful! Good luck, --Cathy. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tompettinger at xxx.uk Sat Feb 16 15:58:06 2002 From: tompettinger at xxx.uk (Tom Pettinger) Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 15:58:06 -0000 Subject: Sinister: soap just about sums it up (and infinite monkey theories) Message-ID: <003701c1b702$bbcd5c20$772f3c3e@pbncomputer> Aaaghh! Fire! Is what we were not screaming when the fire alarm went off and Offbeat had to be evacuated for a wee while last night. And it was suspiciously soon after "Panic" had been on, ahem... "Burn down the disco, hang the blessed DJ..." Yup, after the first part seemed to come true Chris and Gill (the DJs) were looking suitably worried... Anyway, to unruffle the rankled, extra sweets were given out. There were not so many left, though, because I saw the friendly doorman cunningly sneak a few from the box. They were cherry lips, by the way. But Haribo ones (or Jaribo, as they say in Norway)*, not the ones famously known as "soap lips" etc, funnily enough due to the fact that they absolutely taste of nothing but soap. I mean, it's not like some people taste them and think, "No, I don't know where you're getting soap from, I think it's cherry" or "Not soap, maybe parma violets..." Everyone without fail says, "Eugh, soap!". Or in my case, "Mmm, soap. Imperial Leather? Pear? Lanolin-free?" Saw two people looking sinister, one of whom made me extremely jealous with their B&S concert and B&S meeting stories. (Hey, you know who you are!) The other I presume has finished exams, hope they went well! I had an exam yesterday too, I really don't know how it went but I decided that I would go to offbeat and forget about it. After all, there is so little difference between celebrating ones success and drowning ones sorrows... Oh, I got the next nine highly collectable "A-Z of Indie" stickers to put in my priceless album. Soon it will be ready to take pride of place above the rows and rows of leather-bound lexicons surrounding my living space. It will be worth more than a solid platinum record on sarah, mark my words. Welcome Peter Madden, whose tickets for Brixton Academy arrived this morning. (!!!) Do remember though, Peter, that when utilising the copy and paste facility on your computer, if there is a mistake in the original sentence it will appear in every extra copy ;-) That's all. Now think I shall go and have a little of that vintage carbolic I've been saving. Soapily yours (and don't read anything into that, be-smutters of the list ;-)) Tom P.S. Did you know that newspaper cleans windows really well? It does you know. P.S.S.*this isn't true. Well, it could be, what I mean is I made it up and it is unlikely to be true. But at the moment there are an extra two parallel universes, one in which is true and the in which it is not, opening up a big ol' Schrodingers** cat type mess. I don't think you spell Schrodinger like that, actually. Well, you might, what I mean is I don't know... P.S.S. Someone once explained that theory to me, and only when I understood it did she finally tell me that Schrodinger promptly went and proved his own theory wrong. But she started to explain it like this..."Think of this: if you had twenty monkeys on an unbreakable piano with an infinite amount of time, surely at some point they would play Beethoven's 5th?" I don't think so. Intelligent as they are, monkeys always feel compelled to use tools. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From DansonHatcher at xxx.com Sat Feb 16 15:50:33 2002 From: DansonHatcher at xxx.com (DansonHatcher at xxx.com) Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 10:50:33 EST Subject: Sinister: I understand if you don't read *this far* (calais will fuck you up!) Message-ID: <17c.3b34a05.299fd9c9@aol.com> Oh I was creamy cracked cos all week I'd practically lived at work to make some holiday-pennies. was one of those weeks thats been shot on some sort of cinecamera, my world but in faint, washed out, flickery and rather quiet sunshine. the machine surrounding and the jobs not so hard, cos I'm driven by the ending. a little world to live in, becoming completely remote from the world out there, I cycled to work in a see-through plastic tube,underwater,on rails, sealed off from the outside world/scenery untill funds appear to leave the dreamy place and live it all in a less surreal place, Later on the sun shines in, brightly through T&K Engineering's huge thin glass sheet windows, conversations broken up and now lasting for days, bit by bit,snipets here and there, folding out over the week, the books in my bag are like big bulky and addictive, John Simpson entertains me at any breaks with his stories of Grand relics of the British empire and though my mind has been bombarded by a thousand tracks on a hundred CD's playing solid through my waking hours since the 3rd, I get suprisingly excited towards moments. was this place I change things again for myself, working towards a next big step, the money for that? or just a break in a far off place? Dan's Sierra crawls out of the gates, all you can see are the tailights like idling afterburners, readying for take off on to the lane of his choosing the glow dull's from the rocket engines as the tatty old workhorse pulls hard over cats eyes, burning oil. Ghia 2.3 3/4/84 ............................................................ That was a couple of weeks ago now and I know it was worth it. The reason for working was for my trip to Poland, Poland! Once I got to London I met up with Ben and Cay and got even more excited as we drank lots of lovely Tia Maria that evening. The next day on Thursday I got up and left a little late, I had to catch my bus at 1pm and be at Victoria for 12 to check in. I ran REALLY fast from Camden to Swiss Cottage up to Ben's to get stuff out the car then back again to Chalk Farm Tube, it was a bit like an Army endurance test, running round London carrying all my bags against the clock. Victoria bus station is really pretty for a bus station. "Passport please!" The fact that you have to "check in" was just adding to the effect of a BIG journey awaiting. Then the doors opened I tried to work out which bus was mine. There was an authorative looking girl standing next to the likely bus, "hello is this the bus to Wroclaw?" "You mean WROCLAW!!!!",her eyes narrowed and she seemed really insulted that I hadn't pronounced it right (like Vrotswharf) From London we got on the ferry at Dover and the now (in certain groups) famous phrase "What? so you have to go on the ferry to France?" went through my mind. Sadly the journey through France/Germany/Holland/Germany was only really obvious from the signs and factory banners alongside the road due to travelling at night, still very memorable mind. At about 6 in the morning we'd got to the Polish border and the Passports came out again. The change in landscape obviously didn't change straight away though the buildings and architecture did instantly, the huge mines and liftshafts dotted about over the countryside for miles around, they looked like those big four legged walking things off Star Wars. I suddenly felt a long long way from home and genuinely felt alone, it was very refreshing and that'll always be how I remember my first sight of Poland. We'd been on the road for at least 20 hours now. Roads lined with trees guided us though the hilly-Norfolk-like scenery. The harsh woman I met at Victoria had been like our rep on the bus and she said that we were now entering the suburbs of Wroclaw. I got my bags together and had a quick look round the town, what I found was TRAMS!!! cos the centre and alot of the roads surrounding are covered with rails, when not glazing longingly at hoards of Ladas and Trabants, most of my time was spent listening for bells and dragging bags as quick as poss over the rails and out of the knashing metal teeth of tram wheels, woo. But there was alot to see in that place, sadly the only thing I really had time to see was the town square. Even so that was quite something really, what at first appeared to be three or four buildings was infact all the same huge town hall that had been gradually added to over nearly three hundred years and each new extension brought with it the latest style of the time. so it's really very interesting and has these huge copper dragons heads looming down upon visitors from high off the roofs. Anyway I had to go to get my bus and try out my *Polish* At the bus station (Dworzec Autobusowy) I discovered that when I had got off the bus earlier I had been dropped off a fair way from the station, what I had missed. The main hall is a stark, gloomy exercise in uncompromising sixties architecture. Two dimly lit boards cover the right-hand wall, surrounded with noisy people trying to work out which of the many destinations they want to go, it's got a real atmosphere! All of what I just said about it being stark and gloomy is not in any way an insult, I loved it after being used to the sanitised and impersonal transport system that sweeps most of the UK. Well, thankfully the lady I asked at the information desk was very friendly and understanding when I asked her something along the lines of "bus Jelenia Gora where please?" She held up five fingers and pointed to the door. "hmmm whets that mean?, perhaps the bus was at stand five? or was it the number five bus? or was the bus coming at five?" I pushed the door open and there it was, BUS 5 at STAND 5, thankfully not arriving at five. Not long after leaving the town the mountains appeared in the near distance and we started to climb. My ears popped and I was really hungry now. And so we got to Jelenia Gora, I knew it wasn't long now till I'd see Maja and Ola so it felt like my journey was nearly at an end now. but nooooooo, of all the things to happen I dropped the contents of my wallet as I got my stuff of the bus and some little ******* ******* ************ picked up some of the change and a PHONECARD. I was a bit helpless as I had my hands full of bags and at the time I thought he'd just made off with the money. A few minutes later though everything went wrong when my phone gave in and wouldn't switch on. I wandered about for a bit trying Maja from the payphone though it was becoming obvious that I'd got the wrong number. I have to admit I was getting quite scared at the time, knowing that Maja and Ola were just a few miles away expecting a phone call from me, though because I was without means of getting in touch I may as well have been a hundred miles away and I was really not sure what to do. I got a cab to Szkarska Poreba and the only place I could think to ask was at the Police station, they were very helpful and pointed me towards the tourist office. The girl there spoke English and it turns out I did have the right number but being the silly nit-wit I am sometimes, I'd written the wrong code. What a wally eh! The girls arrived and all was well. I couldn't quite believe where I was, this is like the kind of place you see in holiday brochures that rest upon the coffee tables of the rich and famous, very beautiful. Well, I think Ola did a pretty good write up of the first weekend so I'll leave it as was. and of course the trip to Jelenia Gora was fab, there's a whole centre of the town that I'd not got to see when I got off the bus a few days previous, it was another of the sights I will always think of as Poland. I really was at home umong the faded magnificence and aged plaster facades. and of course of course there was Harry Potter. I was also rather upset that Ola had to leave at the weekend, so early in the week and that all the things we talked about had to be cut short for now. Ola was off on her train and Marcel(of Radiohead chat fame) arrived, he'd come from Holland and so had had a similar length journey as moi and was in a similar state of *Knackered*. We listened to music, lot's of Myslovitz, which I have to say is the best thing I've heard in quite a time now, BRILL! The week was kind of quiet, nice and reflective, and we visited all these interesting castles and the beautiful hills surrounding, tut tut I forgot my camera!! ................................................................... mmmmmmmmmm, wait a min I'm taking a large bite out of this butter flapjack thing. (Classy bird) Liz renamed me, so I feel I should live up to it. ....................................................................... and the (dolphin)pub down the road was visited a fair few times more which was lovely, one night we even managed to get them playing Pulp's Different Class. it was a *proper* pub! it was an eventful week, and I managed to make a mess of the last night, sorry. I was rather sad to be leaving Poland that Thursday and I said my bye byes to Maja, Sarah and Marcel, then watched them get further away as I sat on the bus at Jelenia Gora bus station. That bus took me as far as Wroclaw where I had an hour before my Londyn bus arrived. I sat again in the wonderful ticket hall, to my right were two soldiers perhaps discussing their future adventures and opposite were a couple in love,aww, they had the dim glow of the orange destination board behind them and it all looked very sweet. The row of doors had people flitting though them without break and the individual squeaks from each of them was just a combined undulating squeaky hum. After some confusion over weather I had to check in again, I was waiting for a time on Peron 5 before the bus arrived 45 worrying minutes late. I fell asleep and was very comfortable (compared to the outward journey) and I was everso pleased that I had two seats all to myself, we got to the German boarder a couple of hours later and I took my last (sad-eyes) look at the Polish prices before vowing to bring a bigger bag next time to contain my HUGE future stashes of cheap like a budgie stuff. Then we took like an hour or so to get though customs as the Germans went though like all the stuff we had. When they eventually decided we were kosher the journey floated past in a bit of a blur till on the FERRY! from Calais. We got to Dover and then I had big problems proving I was English, hummmmm, I see a pattern. Well that day was the only day I'm ever likely to feel disappointed about being in London but I was and I was missing the challenge of simply trying to communicate with people, talking "English" is too easy now and it all felt a bit like my adventure was over. I WAS wrong thankfully. Track and Field was as brill as ever and they played Your in a bad way, hey hey! and I now have photographic evidence (of many things). It reads like..... "If you attended and did anything silly/regretable then I've got it in pictures" Saturday. was the souperbrill Brighton event which I have little to say that has not already been said except thank-you Archel for some much needed Brighton guidance and of course the four star luxury that we all enjoyed during our stay that night, even if I did wake up with P***r C****r's feet in my face. Yes, it was really really good and I felt very relieved to have got there after someone mentioned that the pub toilet walls beared the warning "Calais will fuck you up", blimey. So highlights were,the pier,sinister dodgems(not long enough though eh),Baileys aplenty, perhaps the hat incident which I have to admit was SCARY, in that Ben,Peter,Ken and myself all managed to find ourselves in Marks & Spencers and then leave as the sinister hat masseeeve. I like my hat. mmmmmmmm oh yeah and the sea tried to eat Mark. I felt a bit tired and fell asleep in the car Sunday night. But it was a much need break from avin' it large and I wrote lot's of pages reflecting on the past week or so, sadly I missed Steve's Sussed :( Then I went to Oxford on the bus via most of the Underground. The endless city lights' gig was mega and if you missed it then..... well, I shan't rub it in. and now I'm *home* in rural Leicestershire. Thank-you's to everyone I met during the last couple of weeks, in particular the Volvo 850 T5 full of coppers near Bedford for not pulling me. If you've read this FAR you really are just such a STAR. James. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jtboyko at xxx.ca Sat Feb 16 15:54:09 2002 From: jtboyko at xxx.ca (sSqnkX) Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 10:54:09 -0500 (EST) Subject: Sinister: regarding the montreal show on may 7th Message-ID: <20020216155409.22096.qmail@web20203.mail.yahoo.com> hi! is anyone from Ottawa planning on making the trip from Ottawa (or through Ottawa even) to montreal for the show? ...perhaps i could convince that person to allow a passenger....? :) or something... erf anyways, must work ===== - starchyldskunk/darkling/jason starchyldsqunq at AIM 22611969 at ICQ starchyld at yiffnet|taps|furry darkling at undernet ling at efnet ... http://www.waste.org/~darkling http://www.waste.org/~darkling/procyon ~The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return. ______________________________________________________________________ Web-hosting solutions for home and business! http://website.yahoo.ca +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mrsaudiac at xxx.com Sat Feb 16 16:07:20 2002 From: mrsaudiac at xxx.com (Jennifer Phillips-Bacher) Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 10:07:20 -0600 Subject: Sinister: Let's Chic-a-go bowling! (applies to Chicago-area listees) Message-ID: Apologies in advance for the limited scope of this post, but I must spread the word about tomorrow's first Sini-Bowl Chicago. It would be grand if all the Chicago (and surrounding areas, let us not forget!) sinisterians would join me for bowling tomorrow. The details are as follows: Where? Diversey Rock-n-Bowl (2211 W. Diversey, a few blocks east of Western) When? 4pm, Sunday Feb. 17 How will we know each other? I'll be wearing a yellow Camera Obscura tshirt. And drinking a beer out of a bowling pin bottle. Why dontcha r.s.v.p. me so I can figure out whether I should make reservations for lanes, alright? Total! Jenn P-B _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ILIVErug at xxx.com Sat Feb 16 03:55:38 2002 From: ILIVErug at xxx.com (ILIVErug at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 22:55:38 EST Subject: Sinister: I have to see them. I have to. Message-ID: <3f.6b28100.299f323b@aol.com> I dont care if i have to sneak out alone and go all by myself into nyc. I will see belle and sebastian. im so pissed. im so pissed i dont have a credit card and my parents are too fucking parnoid to let me use theirs. so my friend said hes gonna get tickets. but im scared he wont. I HAVE TO SEE B&S! Ahhhhh! Why me! So i guess ill ramble here... none of you actually read this, do you? i havent written in awhile. i dont think i actually speak to anyone on here. i have aol, so you can im me at iliverug. i went into nyc today. ive been going about every weekend for the past two months. it sucks to go there with no money, specially when your friends are shopping. bah. i want to have a shopping spree at urban outfitters. soooo much crap i want. but now that we're financially unstable, but my parents arent up to admitting it. my dad just bitches how he has to pay two college tuitions, 3 kids car insurances, and bladiblah. why doesnt money grow on trees? yea, ill end there. byebye vicky +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lleweth at xxx.com Sat Feb 16 16:20:34 2002 From: lleweth at xxx.com (Laura Llew) Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 16:20:34 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I don't want someone special; I just want someone Message-ID: This is dedicated to that Greek girl named Zoe who brought to Sinister her stricken tales of woe of all the loneliness on this list she has felt with the sucky geography hand she's been dealt. Of course, I don't share this opinion of chagrin Nor do I have trouble keeping my feelings in Here, you might end up with your dream or an aged wife But when I consider myself and my life I just can't help but think that without a doubt there's no fence high enough to keep you damn phreaks out. And I wonder why I haven't been appointed Sinister's poet laureate yet! Y'all know you love me! (or at least you say you will after you realize what I can do with incriminating pictures of you with that joystick.) I remember the last post I read from Peter Miller mentioned that he might be leaving the list. This was an OBVIOUS desperate plea to me since the last time he left I wrote an ode to him which I'm sure brought tears to many an eye. Oh Petre darling there's no need to resort to such antics. Why I'm full of it (erh poetry) for you anytime! Want to hear something weird? The hair on your back looks like Walter Brimmley's beard Too bad it's not on your head Enough said. We could even do a compilation especially for you, my little pigsnie. I've always been fond of the idea of collecting them in a deluxe, leather-bound, limited edition. Maybe an audiotaped version where you get a famous actor to read it, like Charlton Heston, or Tim Curry or Rich Little doing an impression of Tattoo from Fantasy Island.... Thinking of books (and when am I not?), there has been lots of talk about Perks Of Being A Wallflower on the list. Of those of you familiar with both, am I the only one who thinks Camera Obscura's 80s Fan is the perfect companion song to the book? The more I think about it the more I think that I'm absolutely love the idea. I was going to think of more companion songs but the next song that came on the mix was Ladytron's Playgirl and the last thing I needed to ponder over was what fit the lyric "sleep your way out of your hometown." Though as long as it isn't my diary, I suppose I'm not too worried. Along the lines of dark witty teen novels, I highly recommend The Basic Eight. I've heard that after ticketmaster charges that the price for NYC tickets came up to $37. Now before I get a ton of "there's eight people in the band" and "they're playing bigger venues now" as reasons for the cost, spare me. It's not that I don't understand WHY they're that much it's just that I don't know if they're worth it to me. I'm going to the Atlanta show and I'm going to be in NYC on May 5th so I still might go to both though I'm undecided. For that atlanta show, perhaps there could be a southern sinister picnic. I would certainly hope that it'd involve a lot of Pabst Blue Ribbon and quoting of David Lynch ("Heineken? Fuck that foreign shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!!") Of course, that's just melding what I know of the the only two southern listees that I know in real life (one of them being me). Ok, I'm off to clean as I have a houseguest coming to see me. Thankfully, we're going to go on a roadtrip up north (as they've never been to the northeast US) so they won't have time to realize that I only shoved everything into the closet or under the bed. However, I don't know about these people. I mean to actually spend money to fly out here to see me - without any pretenses of coming here for any other reason. I don't know if I'm more concerned about them & their mental health or me for being friends with people like that. I haven't seen her in two years and I'm worried we won't get along, or we won't have anything to talk about, or I'll have trouble disposing of her body by myself. All of the usual concerns one has with visitors, I suppose. Forever yours, (or till supplies last) Laura 'meeting all of your Laura Llew needs since 1977' PS - Happy Birthday (it's tomorrow!) Shouts out to my best friend, Maddie, who I talk about you 24/7. Mwah! PPS - Random Lip Boy: the husband ran off with the car and the money. I have something to send you (not the french chambermaid - he ran off with her too) but don't know if I have the right address to send it to. Help! _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From r_gillanders at xxx.com Sat Feb 16 23:51:00 2002 From: r_gillanders at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Richard=20Gillanders?=) Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 23:51:00 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: I've never done good things [I've never done good things], I've never done bad things [I've never done bad things], I never did anything [I never did anything] out of the blue [out of the blue] woa-oah [woa-oah]. In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020216235100.97060.qmail@web13806.mail.yahoo.com> this is to be SH-ORT. and dedicated to mark casarotto. all these messages coming through to me. of tickets wanting to be bought. tickets almost being bought. tickets actually being bought. tickets not being delivered. tickets now being delivered. and more too. as well. I wish I had reason for tickets to want to be bought. ALAS. cookie dared me to post. he needn't have. riddle me this: when is a man not a man? it has nothing to do with how many roads. okay. so it's bad. arsenic and old lace. I laughed more afterwards. I THINK THIS IS MY FAREWELLING POST. FOR I AM LEAVING THIS DARN-ED LIST. NOT THAT I NO LONGER = A GEEK. I am going away for a few months. from here. from saturday. I don't think it would be kind to you: to let your words pile up. to be not read. BUT I WILL BE BACK. take comfort: not too quickly. thank you for the kind messages of support. about my injuries. not quite like wolverine, but. I am a fast healer. a doctor told me that my knee trouble was quite common. in young girls. yes. I LAUGHED, HE LAUGHED. genevieve said: "KOOL HAUS - I don't understand!". what about KOOLHAAS? make sense? might to cookie. well. the prefixer does. we know. also: "departure for Scotland" and "May" and "now." I'll be departing for there then now! am I homesick already? no. I was hoping for some sort of mid-week-farewell drinks. ailsa watson has reminded me of a national pop league. I think this may be the time and place. [no, not that.] YOU ARE WELCOME TO WISH ME WELL too. trials+tribulations+yeah. I have a great opportunity to think better soon. I hope I remember to take it. I AM HAPPY. HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY TOO. I've loved all I've needed to love. sordid details following. love, richard. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jiffy_popper at xxx.com Sun Feb 17 00:21:17 2002 From: jiffy_popper at xxx.com (Genevieve Wesley) Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 19:21:17 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Stupid Admission.com (Montreal B&S Show) Message-ID: Sorry to overwhelm this list with tickets/concert questions, but this might be some useful information. Yesterday when I searched for Belle & Sebastian at Admission it came up. Today, it disappeared. I call them, they ask if this is about Dave Matthews, because they are getting a lot of calls from stricken Dave Matthews fans. Hours later my friend finally got through, the system was down apparently, so that 'Belle and Sebastian' would not come up unless the operator had some code or something. Your best bet is to phone the Montreal number:(514)790-1245. http://www.admission.com/html/infos.htmI?C=&l=EN I never had this ticket rush experience, it's very nerve wracking! Since I had to work all day I had my youngest brother on the computer doing my work for me. Poor thing, I had him scared to death. Good Luck, Genevieve _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From glitch550 at xxx.com Sun Feb 17 00:55:03 2002 From: glitch550 at xxx.com (jeff has arrived) Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 16:55:03 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: B&S in NYC In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020217005503.17056.qmail@web12805.mail.yahoo.com> momentary joy for purchasing my tickets for the may show at the hammerstiend ballroom. YAHOOOOOOOOOO! -jeff ===== to the extreme i rock the mic like a vandal light up a stage and watch me jump like a candle __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wisner at xxx.com Sun Feb 17 08:48:37 2002 From: wisner at xxx.com (William Dell Wisner) Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 09:48:37 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Want to go to ATP? Message-ID: I've got a 4-berth chalet for the first weekend at Camber Sands (April 19-21, I believe) and only three people to fill it. I'm looking for a taker for that fourth at face value (£105). If interested contact me, thanks... +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Delaware9 at xxx.com Sun Feb 17 19:19:55 2002 From: Delaware9 at xxx.com (Delaware9 at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 14:19:55 EST Subject: Sinister: help! i need somebody.....not just anybody.....Sinister bodies! Message-ID: <94.21a7f7b1.29a15c5b@aol.com> Hi guys! I thought I would write to the loverly Sinisterines cos my roommate and pals are prolly quite tired of hearing me talk abt my excitment abt the upcoming Philly show in May! Yikes! Yesterday, when I was telling my girlfriend abt my long history with B & S, and how excited I was to get a then-hard-to-find tape of a tape of a taped copy of Tigermilk, and listened to it on the long drive down to college for the first time, and soon found how fitting songs like "She's Losing It" and "We Rule the School" were to be in my life, she pointed out how appropriate it was that I was going to be seeing them 2 short weeks before my college graduation. Aw. A framing of sorts. I also found out the other day that this girl at my skool, who is my friend now but wasnt before, said to another girl that I seemed really "Teen Angst." Harrrrrumph. The real reason i am writing is that I have a request of you lovely lot! I have been hearing abt so so so many bands lately, from you all, other lists, pals, magazines, and, as I am in my final year of college, I am very, very broke, and unable to buy all the music I would love to check out. So! I was writing to ask if there are a few of you out there who wouldnt mind making me a mix tape! I havent got much money but I would send you some stickers and other fun arty maily things in exchange! Here are some of the bands I would like to know more about: Daft Punk, Clientele, Low, Tahiti 80, Windy + Carl, Sea + Cake, the Shins, Moth Wranglers, the Strokes, Felix da Housecat, Ladytron, Beta Band, Pernice Brothers, recent Momus, Avalanches, Hefner, American Analog Set, Handsome Family, Old 97s, St Etienne, Her Space Holiday, Lucksmiths, Ladybug Transistor, Sparklehorse, Push Kings, The Real Tuesday Weld, The Faint, My Favorite, The Incredible Moses Leroy, Takako Minekawa, and whatever else yr classy ears have been enjoying! Right, now it seems like I must not have bought any music in 432589 years, and live in a cave. But I would so appreciate it if you all could help me out here! Sometimes it seems as though there are just too many bands to really know, and I am very curious, if poor! Please mail me OFF LIST if you might be able to help me out! I will make it worth yr while... Mil besitos, Jessica http://jessicam.diaryland.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From foranotherdream at xxx.com Sun Feb 17 22:39:59 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 14:39:59 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: a trek to the south In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020217223959.95782.qmail@web12405.mail.yahoo.com> I'M SOOO HAPPY!! how are all you other lovelies? thanks to matt, i have a ticket to the atlanta, ga show!! (THANK YOU matt! :) and yes, i live in the greater los angeles area. but i get to see our beloved in a state i've never been to. i can't believe i'm actually going. to atlanta. to see belle and sebastian. and just 16 days after coachella. and then some quality time in alabama. sighs and sighs of happiness and contentedness. but i must mention my dislike for ticketmaster while we are on the subject of tickets. did you know that if you are in california, you can't buy tickets for a show in another state above washington or beyond nevada without a credit card? that's pish-poshy-crap. vicky said: > im so pissed. im so > pissed i dont have a credit card oi, i know what you mean sister. maybe you and i should start a letter writing campaign for the rights of credit-card-less peoples. we are human too, you know... andrew barton wrote: > When talks > of The perks of being a wallflower were highly afoot my > interest was sparked > and I wandered into a bookstore, picked it up, and couldn't > stop. It was > just perfect. Youth In Revolt and The Catcher In The Rye- only > twee... i have followed the ranks and have started reading the perks of being a wallflower. i'm at the brownie part, i'm actually not that far into it. when i read andrew's post, i got SO excited at seeing youth in revolt in print. i am suuuuper upset with a boy named ty who borrowed it without asking and then proceeded to lose it in wyoming. but the worst part was when he said that it was out of print and that's why he couldn't buy me another one to replace it. humph. i work at a book store now. it's not true. and now at the risk of sounding much like the new person on the block as i am, what the hell does "twee" mean? robin stout said: > While we were waiting at the traffic lights this morning I > looked over at > the driver of the car beside us and saw that instead of having > his hands on > the steering wheel he was hitting the wheel with a couple of > drumsticks. > Either he was getting a bit of practice in before his drum > lessons that > afternoon or he was driving a drum powered car. Steering > wheel - > snare drum. > Indicators - hi hat! i started laughing when i read this. because my dad does the same exact thing. has for years. while he proceeds to play the drums on the steering wheel, with both hands, he steers with his knee. it's crazy and i have concluded all that i can. and hoping no offense is taken by any drummers on the list as they are not all the same, but most drummers are crazy. my mom used to always tell me, never date the drummer. hehe. i dated a drummer once. he broke my heart. (btw: my dad's hi hat was the rear view mirror :) genevieve wrote: > I have to go to and serve lattes now to weirdos, how terribly > anticlimactic. my 'career' or as i prefer to call it, my 'work-life' reeks of coffee and expresso as well. i feel for ya. isn't it amazing how upset people get about coffee and steamed milk? i always want to punch people's cheeks. and kick their other ones, if you know what i mean. i'm actually quite tougher than i look. don't pay any attention to the fact that i am a mere 5 feet tall. i could mess someone up a tree. maybe. and now...to conclude this post of part excitement, part pissyness...i would like to announce that besides me seeing b&s in a few short months in a state i have never been to...they are also the first "bootleg" i have ever heard or owned. (thank you brier!) when i first got it, i got off of work at midnight i listened to it for about 3 hours before drifting off into a gentle slumber. and now i just listen to it every chance i get. hugs all 'round as i squeal with excitement, sara p.s...i still can't believe that it was you ms. rachel fruitloop! your a dancing queen in my book. ===== all the people'd stare as if we were both quite insane someday my name and his are going to be the same __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dimensionflip at xxx.uk Sun Feb 17 17:31:16 2002 From: dimensionflip at xxx.uk (Saint Peter) Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 17:31:16 -0000 Subject: Sinister: what are days for? days are where we live Message-ID: <000001c1b809$b6f34fe0$d4b089d4@default> i built the house entirely of lego. i knew it was a silly thing to do, but it appealed to my sense of simplicity. the walls were a pleasing yellow, the roof an aldi shade of blue. my friends had yellow faces, like the simpsons but squarer and less defined. they sat on identikit red chairs, waving their claw-like hands at one another. we didn't have a fridge. i knew i had to leave soon, because every time i used the toilet the water ran through the cracks and onto the floor. it didn't seem to trouble the lego-people. they didn't eat. they didn't wash much either. i tried to point this out, diplomatically, but they just looked back, their never-moving faces smiling curiously at me. i think they felt sorry for me. they sensed i wasn't one of them. i miss them. an interesting fact... if you take kirsten kenyon, and you divide it by kirsten kenyon, the result is one. however, if you take sarah clarke and multiply it by the sunshine that hovvers on the edges of your mind, then esme will lose her voice again and old mother shipton will never go back to her cave. the moral:- as barry manilow once opined - hang on to what you've got, don't let go, girl, you've got a lot. i don't know where this post is going. i don't know where it has been. my head was so full of things to say, but my other thoughts all got in the way. i wanted to tell you all a story, i wanted to sing you all a song, but these are only dreams, you see, and my voice is quite out of key, it chants a chord of somebody, a person who might just be me but somehow doesn't seem to be and sounds so very wrong. the last time i met you all was in january. you were saying lovely things, you told me about the boy you knew at school, about the woman you loved, about the smile within the emptiness, and you blew me kisses, even though you didn't know me. i would have liked to reply to you, but my fingers failed me. and, now, i would talk about the dreams you had then, but who wants to talk of old dreams? they die, as they should, and numerous nebulous numinous nonsenses fill their place. do i love you....do i? doesn't one and one make two? no, not always. if you take a lump of plasticine and add it to another lump of plasticine all you have is one big lump of plasticine. numbers are a human construct and bear no relation to reality. therefore, any theory constructed from the use of numbers must be infinitely approximate. this is not the same as being approximately infinite. but i don't think cole porter thought of that when he wrote the song.. sometimes i think you want me to touch you. i reach out to the screen and imagine you're there, on the other side of it. but all that greets my fingers is the hardness of a screen. if i could live in your head, for just one day, would i see the world your way? and would i like it any better? there was an old woman who lived in a shoe. she would have preferred a house, but times were hard. at night, the rain fell in through the lace-eyelets. she would lie, looking up at the sky, wishing she hadn't beaten her children so soundly and made them run away. cloud mounts on cloud, until it seems there is another world, only twenty miles above, and she wonders if life would be any different there, or if it would be just the same existence, but colder, and greyer. when the downpour comes, the water falls in a steady stream onto her forehead, and it runs down her nose and mingles with the tears on her cheeks. ever felt like giving up? i've felt like giving up. i watched a programme about seal pups. from the first time they climb in the water there are sharks lurking underneath, watching them and thinking about their next meal. sometimes i think if i was a seal pup, i'd just sit on a rock, and feel the sunshine on my fur. but then i'd never know how it felt to dive through a wave. last night my friend got hit by an iron bar by four men who were shouting about the taliban. he'll be okay. physically. i'm sure there's a metaphor in the above somewhere. when i was little, i wanted to be an astronaut. my mum told me that you couldn't be an astronaut if you were british, that you had to be american or russian. sometimes i wish she hadn't told me. i still dream of the moon, but i know i'll never get there. i'm going to make myself go blind tonight, i'm going to make myself go blind tonight...i'm going to build a shrine for the wasted days. i didn't build the shrine from lego. i learnt from my mistakes. i found a record that didn't want to be played any more, and i melted it. i curved the sides up into an arch, and i threw a few remnants of used tissue across the floor. i built a wall of televisions, all set to switch channels every five minutes - a picture of a refugee camp in the congo is replaced by an advert for toothpaste. inside the shrine sits a man. he is the keeper of the shrine for the wasted days. his name is brendan. brendan watches the wall of images, but his mind is not on the pictures. he is too busy wondering if refugees clean their teeth. sundays are dark days. the long, dark teatime of the soul allows no refuge. i should go. i love you, yes you. and i promise i'll write soon. ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dimensionflip at xxx.uk Sun Feb 17 23:31:16 2002 From: dimensionflip at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 23:31:16 -0000 Subject: Sinister: what are days for? days are where we live Message-ID: <000701c1b80b$32c66b60$d4b089d4@default> i feel honour-bound to point out that saint peter did not, in fact, write the following. it was me. quite how this confusion of identity came about, i have no idea. the world is a peculiar place - or, as the buddha once said "fuck me with a long hot baguette, i'm buggered if i know what's going on". i hope your sundays brought you joy, my fluffy friends. i can only apologise for my technological inadequacy. -----Original Message----- From: Saint Peter To: Sinister Mailing List Date: 17 February 2002 23:25 Subject: Sinister: what are days for? days are where we live >i built the house entirely of lego. i knew it was a silly thing to do, but >it appealed to my sense of simplicity. the walls were a pleasing yellow, >the roof an aldi shade of blue. my friends had yellow faces, like the >simpsons but squarer and less defined. they sat on identikit red chairs, >waving their claw-like hands at one another. we didn't have a fridge. i >knew i had to leave soon, because every time i used the toilet the water ran >through the cracks and onto the floor. it didn't seem to trouble the >lego-people. they didn't eat. they didn't wash much either. i tried to >point this out, diplomatically, but they just looked back, their >never-moving faces smiling curiously at me. > >i think they felt sorry for me. they sensed i wasn't one of them. > >i miss them. > >an interesting fact... if you take kirsten kenyon, and you divide it by >kirsten kenyon, the result is one. however, if you take sarah clarke and >multiply it by the sunshine that hovvers on the edges of your mind, then >esme will lose her voice again and old mother shipton will never go back to > >her cave. the moral:- as barry manilow once opined - hang on to what you've >got, don't let go, girl, you've got a lot. > >i don't know where this post is going. i don't know where it has been. my >head was so full of things to say, but my other thoughts all got in the way. >i wanted to tell you all a story, i wanted to sing you all a song, but these >are only dreams, you see, and my voice is quite out of key, it chants a >chord of somebody, a person who might just be me but somehow doesn't seem to >be and sounds so very wrong. > >the last time i met you all was in january. you were saying lovely things, >you told me about the boy you knew at school, about the woman you loved, >about the smile within the emptiness, and you blew me kisses, even though >you didn't know me. i would have liked to reply to you, but my fingers >failed me. and, now, i would talk about the dreams you had then, but who >wants to talk of old dreams? they die, as they should, and numerous >nebulous numinous nonsenses fill their place. > >do i love you....do i? doesn't one and one make two? > >no, not always. if you take a lump of plasticine and add it to another lump >of plasticine all you have is one big lump of plasticine. numbers are a >human construct and bear no relation to reality. therefore, any theory >constructed from the use of numbers must be infinitely approximate. this is >not the same as being approximately infinite. >but i don't think cole porter thought of that when he wrote the song.. > >sometimes i think you want me to touch you. > >i reach out to the screen and imagine you're there, on the other side of it. >but all that greets my fingers is the hardness of a screen. if i could live >in your head, for just one day, would i see the world your way? and would i >like it any better? > >there was an old woman who lived in a shoe. she would have preferred a >house, but times were hard. at night, the rain fell in through the >lace-eyelets. she would lie, looking up at the sky, wishing she hadn't >beaten her children so soundly and made them run away. cloud mounts on >cloud, until it seems there is another world, only twenty miles above, and >she wonders if life would be any different there, or if it would be just the >same existence, but colder, and greyer. when the downpour comes, the water >falls in a steady stream onto her forehead, and it runs down her nose and >mingles with the tears on her cheeks. > >ever felt like giving up? i've felt like giving up. > >i watched a programme about seal pups. from the first time they climb in >the water there are sharks lurking underneath, watching them and thinking >about their next meal. sometimes i think if i was a seal pup, i'd just sit >on a rock, and feel the sunshine on my fur. >but then i'd never know how it felt to dive through a wave. >last night my friend got hit by an iron bar by four men who were shouting >about the taliban. he'll be okay. physically. >i'm sure there's a metaphor in the above somewhere. > >when i was little, i wanted to be an astronaut. my mum told me that you >couldn't be an astronaut if you were british, that you had to be american or >russian. sometimes i wish she hadn't told me. i still dream of the moon, >but i know i'll never get there. > >i'm going to make myself go blind tonight, i'm going to make myself go blind >tonight...i'm going to build a shrine for the wasted days. > >i didn't build the shrine from lego. i learnt from my mistakes. i found a >record that didn't want to be played any more, and i melted it. i curved >the sides up into an arch, and i threw a few remnants of used tissue across >the floor. i built a wall of televisions, all set to switch channels every >five minutes - a picture of a refugee camp in the congo is replaced by an >advert for toothpaste. > inside the shrine sits a man. he is the keeper of the shrine for the >wasted days. his name is brendan. brendan watches the wall of images, but >his mind is not on the pictures. he is too busy wondering if refugees clean >their teeth. > >sundays are dark days. the long, dark teatime of the soul allows no refuge. > >i should go. i love you, yes you. and i promise i'll write soon. > >ian > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at 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! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From beiaardhorse at xxx.com Mon Feb 18 03:37:21 2002 From: beiaardhorse at xxx.com (Aruni J) Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 22:37:21 -0500 Subject: Sinister: All I can say is that my life is pretty plain Message-ID: ...although i don't particularly like watching puddles gather rain. I am posting now in a fit of jealous moroseness (tho with a twinkle in my eye) because everyone is going to the b&s gigs this spring 'cept me. I was in a dream for several hours last Thursday, planning flights to New York and Philadelphia, bus-rides to Georgia, (tessering to Texas?) but then was woken up by the simple equation: no money + no time = no concerts. Maybe next time (this being what I said last time). Such is life. People will post set-lists, and then maybe I'll program my CD player with the appropriate songs and insert suitable cheering, dancing, and witty banter. Hey, at least this way I'll get to be the girl who goes up onstage. Lots of people were talking about depression for awhile and then Gina mentioned _Infinite Jest_, which I thought was appropriate. It contains (among other things) one of the most harrowing and eye-opening descriptions of depression I've ever read: "It is a level of psychic pain wholly incompatible with human life as we know it. It is a sense of radical and thoroughgoing evil not just as a feature but as the essence of conscious existence. It is a sense of poisoning that pervades the self at the self's most elementary levels. It is a nausea of the cells and soul." ...and David Foster Wallace goes on like that for a while. I know it's probably a grossly overdramatic and oversimplified description, but when I first read that, I found myself in awe of people who experience It and yet _somehow_ find within themselves the strength to go on and the belief that things do get better. I hope I don't offend anyone with my presumption here, but I just wanted to say Wow. Wow. I love things that give me perspective. Like the above. Like this list. Like that time freshman year when I walked down Prospect St. at sunset, kicking up fallen leaves on a beautiful New England autumn afternoon, and was struck with the simple but overwhelming sense that it's good to be alive! Like the next day, when I tried to communicate the feeling to my freshman counselor, and she gave me a "how sweet and na�ve" look. I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was younger. :) Love, Aruni PS Mark's household tip--don't let girls use your shower--while appreciated, is somewhat impractical for me, and probably about half of sinister. Revised suggestion: comb your hair before taking a shower, which eliminates the icky hair clogs. Trust me. I have perhaps 3 feet of hair on my head, and it works. ;) PPS Ken said >it was a whooping 7,955 days. Five days until my eighth millennium! and then asked us to calculate his birthday. But unless they redefined millenium when I was sleeping, you need to clarify: 7955 or 7995? _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rabidpenguin at xxx.com Mon Feb 18 04:38:01 2002 From: rabidpenguin at xxx.com (s. lord) Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 22:38:01 -0600 Subject: Sinister: oh to see a show Message-ID: -am very happy to finally be able to see a show - -while ticketmaster did try to be a little mean to me - -i was able to get tickets to the chicago show - -now i just have to wait through the months - -it shall be a long time of waiting - -but i have waited for so long - -i think i can do it - -appologies for never entroducing myself - -i'm scott in iowa - -hope everyone has luck in getting tickets - -until next time - _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From benapps at xxx.com Mon Feb 18 13:25:36 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 13:25:36 +0000 Subject: Sinister: my brother had confessed he was......subscribing Message-ID: can I ask a favour? Aaaaaargghh! My little brother has declared his intention to swell the sinister ranks. This leaves me feeling more than a little uncomfortable. I just checked and he's in the nursery already, so hello Will! I suppose it's my own fault. If I hadn't plied him with B & S and talked about you lot so enthusiastically he never would have done it. But now he has and I can't and shouldn't stop him. It's just that I escape the trauma of my family by largely ignoring them. Sinister is my solace. At least it was! Maybe this development will turn about to be a good thing, forcing me to confront certain 'issues' in my life? I'll leave him to introduce himself in a couple of weeks when he's out of the nursery, but in the meantime, about that favour......he's got himself a ticket for the Manchester gig on the 2nd of April, but doesn't have anyone to go/meet up with. If anyone in the south Manchester/Stockport area doesn't mind chaperoning a cocky 17 year old (must be nice, must be nice) then you can get in touch with him at willhaigh at hotmail.com Archel - I think I may have your phone disorder too! But possibly a slightly different variation. I tend to be OK with work related calls, and speaking to strangers, but when I need to chat or discuss how I'm *feeling*, I have to make a list of bullet points or I just freeze. It's too early for a full diagnosis, but doctors fear I may be 'a boy'. What with the world tour coming up I had a dreadful thought the other day that they were planning on playing as many gigs as possible before (eek) splitting up! Paranoia or what? Bon voyage to RichJGillanders. We'll think of your departure as more of a comma than. a. full. stop. Email me if you're going to Copenhagen Email willhaigh at hotmail.com if you're going to Manchester Email Santa at theNorthPole if you've been good girls and boys ci ja Ben xXx _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Mon Feb 18 14:48:21 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 14:48:21 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: i can smell the coffee, why can't you? Message-ID: well, the university network is down AGAIN. am compelled to type random sentences... may self-destruct with boredom otherwise. ian (or was it st peter?) wrote: as the buddha once said "fuck me with a long hot baguette, i'm buggered if i know what's going on". which sums it all up really. i'm reading 'zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance' at the moment, which means that i can be found sitting lost in thought on the train every morning with a furrow as deep as the grand canyon between my brows. is it, i wonder, possible to STOP THINKING? i know hannah brown was going to give it up for lent - let me know how you manage hannah. i'm sure there's an interesting zen point to be made about the process of trying to obtain belle and sebastian tickets. it stands to reason that something so complicated must contain the meaning of the universe within it somewhere. personally, i decided to prove to myself that i am not a sad obsessed fan by, er, not buying a ticket. didn't work - now i'm just a sad, obsessed, GRUMPY fan who's �20 better off. i just noticed, however, that i've got a whole WEEK AND A HALF off work at easter, and have formulated a vague plan to head up to scotland, whore myself around glasgow a bit, and then somehow acquire a ticket for edinburgh. whaddya think? the lovely featherboa made me feel less alone in my phone phobia, which was nice. i wonder if imagining the person on the end of the line naked works? or would it just make it much worse? toy stephen, the word is palindrome. the first words spoken by a human were in fact palindromic: 'madam, i'm adam'. (this is the kind of pointless game that keeps me busy for hours on end. i spent all morning (in a break from zen) doing cryptic crosswords and listening to a programme about whether pontius pilate really said 'what is truth'? not the best way to switch my mind off perhaps...) last night i did relax properly, or tried to, by putting one of those fizzy balls in a hot bath. but what they don't tell you is that as it dissolves it releases loads of petals and shit into the water, so you can't relax fully because you're worrying about how you're going to get all this floating matter out of the plughole later... sometimes i think i have enough free-floating anxiety to power a small country. luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tsm26 at xxx.com Mon Feb 18 15:17:04 2002 From: tsm26 at xxx.com (Timothy Steven Moyle) Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 15:17:04 +0000 Subject: Sinister: i can smell the coffee, why can't you? Message-ID: i'll tell yer, you'll need a furrow as deep as the grand canyon to push a long bguette through. (bugger me that'll hurt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) then again the easiest way to chat on the phone is to think of him/her dressed in a teddybear suit asking 'if bears do shit in woods and wheres the bum zip?', it occassionally works, ive tried buit I guess thinking that in interviews may not work as I permently have a cheeky smile across my face even when answering a serious question, then again it'll stop you from thinking, but the other way to do phone calls is to stand in front of a window naked, it sounds silly, but you'll be more worried about people seeing you then the person on the other end of the phone...................................................................................do bears really shit in woods!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Mon Feb 18 15:23:45 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 15:23:45 +0000 Subject: Sinister: The boy with the Yassa Arafat Message-ID: Like archel I'm bored at work but instead of miss playforth's playing with words I decided to play with numbers instead, since that's the only thing that wouldn't get me arrested when I play with it... What's the inverse of a typo? Is it a reado? Well, thanks to Aruni I have discovered that I had made a readomatical error. When I said I'd lived 7955 days in my last post, I meant it. However later I misread myself, and thought I'd lived for 7995 days, trying to act 40 days older than I was. Thanks aruni for that, but THEN, I checked out my calculations again, and I realised that I had also made a "writo" as well.. whilst doing the addition on paper, I wrote down the number 240 rather than 204 and thus the whole calculation was wrong and I had in fact only lived 7919 days the last time I wrote, and my 8th millenium doesn't come until about three month's time, ah well. If my calculations aren't wrong this time (which it prolly is), my illusive big eight-oh-oh-oh jubilee is gonna be on 6th May this year - 5 days before B&S play in Chicago. My 21st Birthday occured on the 10th June of last year - 5 days before I saw B&S play for the first time ever in Glasgow. Are there some kind of strange correlations going on? I don't know for sure yet but we'll see. B&S Gigs and Red Bulls Ken (7923 days old today) p.s.: my 10,000 jubilee will arrive on the 27/10/2007, when I'll be 27! - freaky or what????! _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From michael at xxx.com Mon Feb 18 16:38:04 2002 From: michael at xxx.com (Michael Vance) Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 08:38:04 -0800 Subject: Sinister: i can smell the coffee, why can't you? In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <20020218083804.W16941@24-205-57-185.glen-dyn.charterpipeline.com> On Mon, Feb 18, 2002 at 02:48:21PM +0000, Rachel Playforth wrote: > sometimes i think i have enough free-floating anxiety to power a small > country. I needed to write to say that this is a sentiment which I can wholeheartedly identify with. It's one of the reasons I started zazen practice, actually. Western philosophy had sort of bottomed out with Nietzsche and Wittgenstein--where do you go from there, the ontology of Heidegger? Fup that. I was dating a girl doing her doctorate work in philosophy and at times there was this weird tension where my lack of interest in continental philosophy and inability to articulate certain concepts of Soto Zen practice caused these eerie silences. Philosophy as a means vs philosophy as an end. "There's no end to that sort of question" is something Shunryu Suzuki said once, and it's an idea that really resonated. You can keep arguing and debating questions of existential meaning ad nauseum. In the end, here you are, here is the world. Too simple, I know, philosophy shouldn't be some static process with an answer. I haven't heard from her in a bit, I was thinking about it this morning, and suddenly some mangled Morrissey popped into my head: "you're so busy, busy busy, ooo, philosopher on fire." Which made me think of another song, Cure-related, I had modified for her... "f i r e i n c a r l a"... I thought it was cute, if remarkably corny. But I'm a sentimenal fellow. I miss her a lot. I've been working 70 hour weeks trying to finish this video game, and when I wake up in the morning it's beautiful and gorgeous, but instead I sit inside all day... it seems a crime. I can't wait for summer, when work will have returned to normal, and I can sit lazily on the beach and read novels and run into the surf (at the same time, even). ObB&S: I saw High Fidelity for the first time the other night, and it was a wonderful film, and the Seymour Stein really made me grin ear to ear. Lovely stuff. Regards, m. -- "Plum blossoms everywhere. I should go south, I should go north." -- Basho +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From fbrito at xxx.br Mon Feb 18 18:05:36 2002 From: fbrito at xxx.br (fbrito at xxx.br) Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 15:05:36 -0300 Subject: Sinister: My first time Message-ID: It was October, last year. I can't remember the day now, I think it was 18. But I'm sure it was a Friday. On that day I fell in love. It's not easy for me to say that, specially me, a macho latino guy (just kidding, guys, just kidding!). But yes, I saw them... and now I'm in love! And I'm damn straight! How is that possible?! There was Sarah, but the rest of them are men! I think I was lucky for Isobel didn't come to Brazil, cos she's really cute! I wonder what might have happend if I saw her... But she was afraid to fly... you know the story. So she never came to Brazil. It's funny, cause just a few weeks later she went to Japan, and I don't think she went on a boat! Never mind... let bygones be bygones. I was talking about falling in love with a band. Then there I was. Alone, for none of my friends like or even know them. First I saw Grandaddy, later on I shed some tears listening to superb Sigur Rós. And then I saw Stuart and the rest of them. It was like the Beatles were back on stage! I've never seen or heard anything like that. People went crazy! And I'm sure the guys in the band were impressed with all that frenzy! And I couldn't help smiling back to Stuart every time he smiled at me (I was in the first row, right in front of him!) He was wearing a very old Smiths t-shirt, and he was a bit amazed with the return from the audience. The funny part was when he tried to say some words in portuguese. He took one of those phrase books, and started speaking, in an awkward portuguese, things like "Tem uma camisinha? Nao? Entao nao da." ("Do you have a condom? No? So we can't do it."). It was comic! And then the climax, when they played Mutantes and Legal Man. I don't know if I have ever been that happy in my whole life. On the cab, heading home, I had that huge smile on my face! I think the driver was afraid I was stoned! But I was in love. It was love at the first sight. And I was so happy for I had found out that it was possible, that someone could fall in love with only one glance! Since then I've never stopped looking for B&S stuff, I've bought all of their LPs and EPs, I've seen every TV shows were there was even only a slight mention of them. And I'm looking forward to watch the "B&S episode" of Gilmore Girls, which is shown a few weeks later here. And now I have you sinisterians, you seem to be beautiful, wonderful people (I'm sure you are!), and I hope I find new friends in some of you. - - - I'm Fernando, from Sao Paulo, Brazil. I'm 24 years old. I share a flat with two other room mates. I left mom's house in 1999 to live my own life. I work as a programmer. I LOOOOOOOVE dancing. I like indie music and indie clubs. And now you guys will turn green with envy... I HAVE MY OWN DDR MACHINE!!! Well in fact it's not mine, it belongs to my korean room mate, but it's in my flat and I can use it any time I want! And I'm not going any further with my introduction, I don't think that's the way it works. I must admit I'm struggling to prevent myself from doing so, but it would be a very, very biased introduction. So I leave it to you, take you own conclusions. Ciao! Fernando Brito +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elf-angel at xxx.com Mon Feb 18 18:21:57 2002 From: elf-angel at xxx.com (Bron) Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 12:21:57 -0600 Subject: Sinister: mighty thirsty aren't we Message-ID: it's like a bad movie or bad karma striding headfirst in a direction blind getting so far and not feeling accomplishment nature girl's in college cuz she was told it was best she doesn't know what she wants but she does know a diploma is what the world wants it'll give her freedom someday she knows it but she feels like she's an attraction at a zoo caged tired don't let small children feed her (grr) setting: history of communications 201 class "what is he talking about?" "god, he's dry...i wish he wouldn't try to sound enthusiastic, it just makes it worse..." i look down at my backpack stains cover the bottom of it it's been over the Pacific Ocean it's been on countless trains it's been carried up mountain tops it's been thrown in a tent on an island surrounded by water wherein the distance one could see unknown women washing their daily laundry and now look at it sitting in a corner of a classroom not gathering stains racking up miles not by going distances but by bouncing back n forth from home to class like a fuckin ping pong ball "....somethin somethin somethin...mass media," my prof stammers out of his pointy chicagoan- accented mouth. MASS MEDIA ~~~oooohhhh the word sends shivers down my spine~~~ how did i ever convince myself to get this far? setting: back in my room on my computer writing a tart post... well. i'm gonna eat some processed food now, full of preservatives and artificial flavoring. my sincere apologies for not being optimistic this morning. you know how it goes though, when ya just can't figure out what you want and you're already 3 years into a 4 year mess... it's like getting smashed at a party and realizing you would have rather gone bowling with your grandma instead. HERE'S AN ATTEMPT AT MAKING THIS A HAPPIER POST: :-D i'll work it out! everythin will be okay! smile! jesus loves you! buddha loves you even more! and then there's your mom and she's just a rocket of a gal...she loves you too! we all love you!!!! ahhh dear me great i feel better.... well, my delimma isn't really gone but, right. i wish you all the best o luck in all your endeavors this week. much love, ---your mountain mama sweetheart X come and sit on my knee twist around my back and fall off the bench tumble till you stop and laugh again sunshine shadows glisten in your eyes it's coming, love and so are you ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Mon Feb 18 23:14:46 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 17:14:46 -0600 Subject: Sinister: as for me, i wish that i was anywhere, with anyone, making out. Message-ID: hello sinister. i saw him for the first time in six months on valentine's day, of all days. i decided that day to walk myself and my miniskirt right on out of poetry class at the break. i tightened my scarf around my throat, and snapped up my red jacket. i had to have a bit of v-day glory, i thought, to balance out the all-black attire i had chosen for the godforsaken day. i left the building, walked into the february air that for some reason feels more like late march. early spring. when things are supposed to breathe and lift up and out of their hiding places. but i know it's still winter and still february because everything is shrouded. i decided i'd finally break down and buy my first pack of fags. nobody likes a bummer, really, and i can only charm so many cigarettes out of people with my flashing eyes and teeth. i don't know why i smoke them, really. maybe it's to look cool, to be a part of the scene. i have written that i like the dizzy feeling they leave me with, like i have just kissed a forbidden boy, and my chest is tight and heaving with restraint. but the boys taste better. i started the walk from campus to downtown, the first time i had ever ditched in the middle of a class to walk somewhere. i suppose somehow since the diagnosis i feared my feet wouldn't work for long enough to carry me that far; they did. i called paul to tell him why i had been crying eariler that day when i ran into him coming out of the union. the tears were still stinging, and he told me i was too worried, too silly. and too good, besides. and i walked in circles along the sidewalks, streets of cobblestone of which downtowns in nebraska are so fond. i walked past the photography shop where i bought black and white film for my photo class, past the coffee shop where mandee and i defiled a bathroom (well, really mandee. but that's just because she's a delinquent like that.) and i retrudged half the path i walked with the boy about a month ago. actually, exactly a month ago tomorrow. and then. about a block away from the cigarette shop. i saw him. trying to get my attention, waving his hand and grinning like we had just parted ways that morning for class. i told paul goodbye, and closed my mobile, and cried as i ran to him, saying that on that day, of all days, i should see him. he always gave me good, long hugs. and he did then. he asked me how i was, and we attempted, feebly, to catch each other up on lives led apart and away and together. we sought each other, then, for the people we knew, but i think we came up with new people. haunted people. i told him i had been asking about him. but had heard nothing. he told me he didn't do drugs anymore. and i cried again. he walked with me, told me what he was doing, that he was happy. i told him about this summer, about my confusion with the way things are. he told me he had dropped out of college, was working and reading and in love with a girl. i told him i was jealous of him. and then he told me he was getting married, and for a moment or two, there on the street, i wondered why he wasn't marrying me. next month, he said, and the two of them are going to the justice of the peace. he walked to the cigarette shop with me, and directed me to the french kind he always used to smoke when he went out with me. for a long time, i looked only at his mouth, and thought how his life was so governed by it, and how, for a while, it had governed my life, too. we walked to his car, a new one, and knew then that we were parting again. i didn't want it to really be the last time, and maybe it won't be. but it was the end, then, of something, and he held me for too long and not long enough, just like he always did. he apologized for ever being a burden to me. and i told him he never was. that i loved him. that i still love him. and he said he loved me. and that i was amazing. and then. he was gone. i took the damn pink lenses away from my eyes, so they wouldn't get streaked with mascara. i didn't know when i would stop crying, then. i walked back to the paper without my glasses, and for the first time in a few weeks, i really saw. i used to always say to marc that i believed in the cliche. it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. in the last few weeks, i said damn the cliche, because it isn't true. love is overrated, right? and who needs it. not me. so there. it is better to have always been alone, to never know what it is to love, especially when the love will some day be taken away. i didn't think i could really live with a heart so broken. but then. i saw him. and i knew this valentine's day that i really had loved marc the way he wanted me to all along. we both knew it thursday, and i was glad of it. i remember last year he told me if he had money, i would have had flowers and candy and all manner of crap valentine's day items. but because he was poor, all he could give me was that he thought of me always, and i was never alone. and i told him that was enough. and it was. and it still is. and even if i never have love for long, or miss it when i do have it, it is better, after all, to have had it at all, even in its smallest measure. message to bron: love, my suggestion for you is to ditch class and take your worldly backpack for a walk through the nearest downtown area. not a remedy for living life the way you are supposed to, but certainly a temporary band-aid for the wounds of the real fucking world. someday, we'll wish we did have someone around to tell us how everything works, because figuring it out for ourselves just hurts too much. love, lindseylou _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lokar20 at xxx.com Tue Feb 19 07:49:32 2002 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 01:49:32 -0600 Subject: Sinister: Waldo has been shot...and he's all over my doughnuts Message-ID: It's that time of the year again. I've looked everywhere. It is now official. This entire city has run out of my cigarettes. I'm a bit upset about that. I just don't know what to do. My grandfather was in town this weekend. I went with him to the Pensacola Naval Aviation museum today. I like planes, but I just couldn't shake this awful feeling, like they were trying to sell me something. I don't know. It all reeks of propaganda. Am I too cynical? He told me some interesting things about my mom as well. Her current life anyway. I know so little about my mother, and she lives only five minutes away. It's funny how, growing up, people can seem so indestructible, so noble, so perfect. I always saw my mom like that. I recall when I knew my father was less than perfect, and when they were divorced, I just assumed it was my father's fault, and my mother was an innocent victim. However, in the past few months, I have noticed some interesting slips in her personality. She always puts on this whole fake persona for me, which I guess makes sense. My father told me she smokes this past christmas, and my sister thought I was an idiot for not knowing. Am I just trying to cover it up? It doesn't really bother me, and I haven't really thought about it much, but I do find it interesting. Now I come to find out that she's been fucking some married guy. This reeks of trouble. She also called up my dad's fiancee and went off on her for using him for his money and whatever. My mother, the epitome in my life of control, is slipping. I suppose it's slightly damaging to my psyche in some way. I don't know. It only seems to make me more cynical about people and the world around me. First, one finds out the government actually lies, and to an insane degree. Next, the parents get divorced and one's hopes for true love and blah blah blah are shattered. Anyway, the list goes on and on. I find it fascinating to try to go back and trace the major plot points of my life that developed me as the person I am now. I was watching Seinfeld today, and Jerry began showing emotions. "what is this salty discharge?" I haven't really felt that salty discharge in a while. I have a feeling it is all going to come flooding back though. Later. A lot later. In more exciting news, I read Andrew's post about going to Glasgow, and he mentioned Stevie's welcoming students to Glasgow. Since I'm going in March (10-14 ladies and germs, line up to meet me!), and I have nothing really to do there (aside from hopefully meeting up with a few extra lovely sinisters), I think I might just follow it. Why not I say. Oh, and sweetie, avert your eyes, I'm going to talk about gigs. It seems me and my trusty sidekick are taking a mother road trip (for us, anyway) and driving to Detroit, then Chicago, then Atlanta. Aaah, it feels nice to be obsessed with something. It almost gives me a sense of purpose. Anyhow, I hope to see a few of you there. What is it about doughnuts? This powerful force that drives me to get out of bed in the middle of the night, drive down to Krispy Kreme, pull up to that drive thru, and order two tasty chocolate covered creme filled doughnuts. MMMM. I'm getting hungry. My lovely friend Sara sent me my first ever mixtape! It's terribly exciting and addicting. Now I see the true brilliance in Laura's Mix Tape Challenge. I think I caught a Sudden Death (the Van Damme one) reference in the game NHL 2002 the other day. I can't confirm it, but I'm relatively sure. Last item. A friend of mine (who will read this) went on a date of sorts Saturday night. He came over at about 1:30 and as he walked in the door, the first thing he said was "she's a fucking creed fan." But apparently she's quite hot, so I asked him if he would continue seeing her. "I don't know, it would sort of just be for shallow reasons." This leads to a practical question. One asked many many many times before, but is hot tail worth listening to Creed? Or at least associating with someone who likes Creed? A boy band/spears fan is alright. They find it fun. But a creed fan, she must find something stimulating on an 'intellectual' level from it. Is this a bad sign? Also, I had a cheesy 80's lovesong mix cd, but I can't find it. I need to make a new one, but BETTER. One that I could play at a party, and perhaps slow dance with mandee to. ;) Any suggestions would be much appreciated. Signing off, -Matt _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Tue Feb 19 13:04:43 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 13:04:43 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: bare baiting Message-ID: <20020219130444.17194.qmail@web10406.mail.yahoo.com> Hey sinister, In my inbox this morning - my sinister-digest and my first piece of porn spam in ages! "Teens doing farmyard animals" - obviously I didn't visit, but it's nice to know they're keeping me in the loop. It's a dull day today, and I have to a) sort out inconsistencies in my pension and b) buy a bit of rubber tubing known as a Y-piece. Y indeed. Did you know that the UK is the only country where washing machines have cold AND hot water inlet pipes? The rest of the world make do with just cold. Apparently. (does that count as my tip for the day? It had better, I'm getting crap at keeping up with the housework) The dastardly Ben Apps slagged off his own flesh and blood in front of 1,500 people, knowing full well that Will was unable to respond. Boo, jeer etc. Speaking of Mr Apps has reminded me that the spring-like weather must be heralding another game of sinister football! There's a yahoogroup for people, in London and environs, who are interested; to visit the homepage, go to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sinisterfitba/ (or to subscribe with nary a moment of fuss, email sinisterfitba-subscribe at yahoogroups.com). How does the afternoon of SUNDAY 3RD MARCH sound? Cheerio, Mark xxx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tsm26 at xxx.com Tue Feb 19 13:37:54 2002 From: tsm26 at xxx.com (Timothy Steven Moyle) Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 13:37:54 +0000 Subject: Sinister: as for me, i wish that i was anywhere, with anyone, making out. Message-ID: if life hurts to much then why try to figure it out, just take it, remember and laugh and cry and learn and fight for what you believe is right what ever object that might be, man,woman,job, whatever, and always never say goodbye to someone, because thats the end, you always say see you laters' and the theyll always come back, ONE DAY................worked for me but then im single, and sometimes wish that one person would come back, but in some ways once all the loniness goes, then its good ridence because theres always someone better on the bus, on the underground, in a club, all waiting to be found, its just a pity it take a ****ing strange journey to find that one. oh back to work scanning paper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >From: "lindsey baker" >Reply-To: "lindsey baker" >To: sinister at missprint.org >Subject: Sinister: as for me, i wish that i was anywhere, with anyone, >making out. >Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 17:14:46 -0600 _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Tue Feb 19 15:26:26 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 15:26:26 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: stop apologising for the things you've never done Message-ID: matt henderson talked of eighties love song mixes. just this very morning i kickstarted my old walkman (sadly neglected since the advent of the minidisc) and cranked my very own eighties mix up to the max. it's a heady combination of cheese and quality, from madonna to morrissey, bananarama to the bangles. just the intros to some of these songs make me happy. there is really NO nineties/noughties song that can get me smiling and jigging like 'love in the first degree' or 'town called malice'. tragic really... speaking of which, i think we should all club together and buy ken a copy of the playstation (formerly dreamcast) game 'space channel 5', where you shake your booty as you report on world events and kill aliens using only your DANCING skills. wow, amazing that i can still be so utterly frivolous on sinister even when privately grappling with the meaning of life. i wish i could write posts like lindsey's and bron's... cheating though it is to express your own opinions through the words of others, this passage struck a chord somewhere: "The allegory of a physical mountain for the spiritual one that stands between each soul and its goal is an easy and natural one to make. Like those in the valley behind us, most people stand in sight of the spiritual mountains all their lives and never enter them, being content to listen to others who have been there and thus avoid the hardships. Some travel into the mountains accompanied by experienced guides who know the best and least dangerous routes by which they arive at their destination. Still others, inexperienced and untrusting, attempt to make their own route. Few of these are successful, but occasionally some, by sheer will and luck and grace, do make it. Once there they become more aware than any of the others that there's no single or fixed number of routes. There are as many routes as there are individual souls." i think it might be really cheesy, actually, but i like it. luv archel xxx ps. i originally resurrected my walkman so i could listen to the tapetastic sounds i recently acquired courtesy of corduroy tom and asm walton - thanks again you LOVELY BOYS! ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords at bigfoot.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amourfoubaby at xxx.com Tue Feb 19 16:22:42 2002 From: amourfoubaby at xxx.com (Stewie-Louie Ratatouille) Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 16:22:42 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Stewie's Complete Guide To Love Message-ID: Valentine's Day seems to have got many of us thinking about "homo amorous" ("wo/man in love." is that an acceptable construction?) with various degrees of sadness so I thought I would chime in with my take on the whole thing which may be peculiar but has kept me out of bad moods for a couple of years now. In short, I simply don't buy it. I ruined high school and most of college in search of my soul mate and figuring everyone who fancied me back was the one (thus I was crushed every time they proved to be otherwise). I have decided that there is no such thing as a soul mate, the thing to do is find someone who is interested in doing what you are interested in doing and that you are interested in doing that with each other. Don't put anything beyond that onto what you are up to (unless/until it sincerely develops). It may sound less than romantic but it seems to be a more honest and more healthy way to go about doing things (at least for me). All the mysterious gaming that goes on is compounded by the mythic proportions "love" has been awarded to create a situation where most of us will feel like we are missing out most of the time and that we need to hold on to anyone who remotely resembles a safe haven even at the expense of our dignity, self esteem and emotional well being. So ... buck up!! You all like good music and you are interesting and entertaining enough that people genuinely look forward to hearing from you (at least I do). Now ... how do you do a group hug on-line? Stewart [Amour Fou is always illegal, whether it's disguised as a marriage or a boyscout troop--always drunk, whether on the wine of its own secretions or the smoke of its own polymorphous virtues. It is not the derangement of the senses but rather their apotheosis--not the result of freedom but rather its precondition. - Hakim Bey] _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rfadden at xxx.com Tue Feb 19 19:28:30 2002 From: rfadden at xxx.com (Robyn Fadden) Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 11:28:30 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: space channel 5, shoot shoot shoot! Message-ID: <20020219192830.15102.qmail@web11103.mail.yahoo.com> wha! not that there was ever any doubt, but simply by mentioning 'space channel 5', archel is a confirmed *rad* person. this game is so great! i particularly like the space channel 5 girl's voice - 'shoot' 'shoot' 'shoot'! and the way she walks. in heels. which is a necessary part of fighting aliens with dancing skilz. i always wear my stilletos in such situations. then archel quoted something about spiritual mountains. i too know these things are cheesy, but i need to hear/read them often so i don't forget what life is about. it's too easy to become complacent. i know a lot of people complain about the olympics, but while i find the hype unbearable, i really like watching the events, knowing how hard these people worked and how it's possible to do what you love. and the variety of backgrounds the athletes come from. i don't know, i just get this sense of possibility from the whole thing, despite the competitiveness. it must be my cheesy canadian defense mechanism - 'yeah, so we only won 8 medals. it's not about that, people! it's about *so much more*!' erm. good things as of late: - dan-d-pak sesame crackers (as of 5 minutes ago when i ate one). - four tet (his album 'pause'. it even has the voices of children at play on it, which reminds me of some other band...) - 'indiana jones and the temple of doom' on tv last night. i call for a resurgence of the 1930s adventure movie! with silly lines of bravado! and perfect hair! and real sets! - getting cast off broken wrist. wrist not being broken anymore. the fun that was a sunday of snowboarding! with wristguards! warnings: - i am coming to england in may! watch out. - i am working on a website that will change everything. or just be something fun. address to be posted once ass in gear. - rob/y/i/n/s mixtape! watch out. thanks, sinisters, for being a source of wit, smut and mental stimulation. also, i bet if you harnessed the free-floating anxiety of this list, you really would be able to power a small country. and we would call it 'sinisterland' and it would be fun and all our worries would be forgotten because they'd be too busy making power. and i mean this in the nicest way :) robyn ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden at yahoo.com Vancouver, BC __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From antipopconsortium at xxx.com Tue Feb 19 21:59:33 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 21:59:33 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Interview Message-ID: Recently, my friend applied to Oxford University to do maths. They gave him an interview because he got good AS grades and was predicted good A level grades. So he went off to Oxford all prepared, he even did a couple of practise interviews in school to make sure he had the interview technique down to a fine art - he was told that even though maths is quite a straightforward thing to interview for, he should still try to be witty and engaging and put across his personality in the interview. On the train on the way down he read through an undergraduates maths textbook that his maths teacher had given him, and was happily unphased by the complicated equations and graphs he saw. He knew his maths, he knew how to do the interview, this would be a cinch. When he got to Oxford there were lots of other people there for the interview too, talking to them he noticed that they were confident, with the odd hints of nervousness and awkwardness, much like himself he thought, not much to worry about in terms of competition then. When the time came for his interview he strode into the room with an air of casual confidence, but inside he found that he was more nervous than he had anticipated, his legs felt quite shaky and his head was fuzzy and a bit unclear. The room was long and imposing, typical Oxford University, a faded dark red carpet, plush, the walls lined with shelves full of leatherbound books, hard dark wooden chairs, a gilded ceiling. At one end was a large desk, behind which three stern looking figures sat, two greying men and one greying woman. "Sit Down" said the man sitting in the middle, motioning to a chair some distance away from the desk, my friend felt as though he would have to shout across the room to be heard from this distance - was this some sort of assertiveness test? Should he ask to move the chair a little closer? No. Don't be ridiculous, they don't play tricks like that here - but his head was still swimming, if they asked him a question now he wouldn't be able to answer it at all, "You are Christopher J______, yes?" the man asked in a severe tone, "Er... yeah..." my friend squirmed "... But before we carry on, I was wondering if I could tell a joke, it wont take long?" My friend knew that this was a rubbish stalling tactic, but he needed time to get settled in, compose himself and focus properly on maths before he could start properly - and besides, the practise interviewers had said that humour was sometimes a good icebreaker if you aren't connecting with the interviewer, and he certainly wasn't. The stern man in the middle looked at his colleagues who sort of half shrugged, "Well alright, go ahead" he said in his stiff, cut glass accent, and then my friend remembered, he didn't have a joke planned, his mind worked on overdrive to try and think of something for a moment until in the heat of the moment he came across a vaguely maths related joke in the back of his mind, "Ok..." he grinned "Why was six scared of seven?" he said weakly, and insantly regretted it. The man in the middle again scanned his colleagues faces, blank. "I don't know" he replied glibly, staring coldly at my friend. "Well... er..." my friend knew this wasn't going well "...because seven eight nine" he blurted, and for some reason this punchline, so long embedded in his subconscious, relegated to the 'trite and unfunny' drawer of his mind, struck a chord and he suddenly found the stupid pun absolutely hillarious and he started chuckling away to himself in that hard wooden chair in the middle of that imposing room. When he regained control he looked up at the three interviewers. They sat stony faced, unmoved by the joke, almost with an air of disgust about them. The greying woman wouldn't meet his gaze, she shuffled with some papers and pretended to write something. The man in the middle held it though, contempt and disappointment in his eyes. "Right." He said, with what my friend knew to be a hint of 'you've failed already, you might as well just go' in his voice, "Shall we begin?" The rest of the interview progressed sedately, my friend unable to find even a semblance of enthusiasm for the questions they asked, and the inerviewers the same, it was a farce, he had failed before he had even begun. Six weeks or so later a glib letter confirmed the rejection, and though he had never really wanted to go to Oxford in the first place, a bullying headmaster hungry for reputation had cajolled him into applying, he still felt sad that you can never be well prepared enough for something. - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From carmellie at xxx.com Wed Feb 20 00:13:32 2002 From: carmellie at xxx.com (Carmel) Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 16:13:32 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Interview In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020220001332.57985.qmail@web11604.mail.yahoo.com> I don't have a lot of time to read my email, but for some reason, I read this email from Kieran and found it entirely intriguing. Good life lesson too. carmel ===== "give me love give me love give me peace on earth" --George Harrison __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk Wed Feb 20 12:58:12 2002 From: Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk (Gardiner, Stuart) Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 12:58:12 -0000 Subject: Sinister: The early bird might get the worm, but the early worm gets eaten. Message-ID: <579C0CAF497CD511AD4D00508BBD7AAC6419D8@pikachu.ntu.ac.uk> I had a brush with the law at the weekend. And I hadn't even done anything wrong. They decided to stop me because they thought my car might have been stolen. Apparently the reason we looked suspicious was because: a) we were in a dodgy area of Leeds - 2 minutes walk from the bus station b) there were 5 young people in the car c) we were driving round looking a bit lost. Well, we were in the dodgy area to pick someone up to go to a volleyall tournament; that's why there were 5 people in the car; and the reason we were looking a bit lost was because we were lost. And, thanks to the police, late as well. In the end, all I had to do was take my driving licence to a police station within 7 days, since I didn't have it with me (you don't have to have it with you in the UK). All added up, a couple of hours wasted just because the police have to stop a certain number of people each day to get their numbers up. I tried to see their point of view, I really did. Before you criticise someone, walk a mile in their shoes. that way, you're a mile away from them and you've got their shoes. Really, all the time I was just trying to be as polite as possible so they didn't breathalyse me after my night out the previous night... Still, not a complete waste of a weekend, since we had a good night out, a fact which had absolutely nothing to do with the abundance of good looking women around Leeds Met Uni on a Saturday night. Because I'm not that shallow. No, really. Personality is far more important. It's just that a person's face can say so much about them. Especially the mouth. In three months' time, I'll be in Honduras. I might have something vaguely interesting to write about then. But don't hold your breath. Big Stu Today's top tip: Never play leapfrog with a unicorn. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Wed Feb 20 15:21:56 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 15:21:56 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Off-Rhoda Message-ID: How have sinister been? I've - like that man who has been sitting in his house all day and not shaved and coughing and has the fever and wanting to kill people - been laden with flu. Except, I went to work this morning - don't do it kids, even the extra money you get for working (I'm a temp at gets paid by the hour), it's still not worth it. Then, I spent the whole of lunch time sleeping, rather than eating, so I'm now officially ill, cold and hungry. But never mind, from reading the posts of other sinistees it would seem that I'm one of the lucky ones, what with their broken hearts and failing interviews.. oh hang on a sec.. I... bah. ho hum. And also from the refreshing contents of posts in the past 2 days it would seem that those who wanted tickets for B&S in America have now finally got to the website and clicked on yes and bought one. My congratulations! Speaking of B&S gigs, was there not meant to be a trasure hunting activity before the United Kingdom concerts? But the sebastian's website still seems to just say "wait for it...", like how God keeps telling me about a Playstation 2. And archel advocated about an alms, aiding an aggrieved Asian. An admirable advice! mmm space channel 5.. mmmm channel 5 girl dancing and going "shoot shoot shoot!" huh, sounds like my kinda game.. Although, the game would also require a Playstation 2 to go with it.... :) Okay now I'm just being altogether avaricious. And now, totally unrelated, and in true "High Fidelity" stylee, I bring you.. Top 5 reasons why sending a crush vote to ken is better than snogging Robbie Williams... Go! - You don't have to fight over 749 girls to do it, since all 750 of you can do it at the same time. - Ken is ten times more adorable than Robbie Williams - You'd appear as a statistic on the sinister crush page, which is way better than a crumpled back page of a "hello!" magazine. - You won't catch Nicole Kidman's herpies - It doesn't involve snogging an arrogant twat (unless you want it to) What are you waiting for? Crush Votes and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lizdaplyn at xxx.com Wed Feb 20 18:57:16 2002 From: lizdaplyn at xxx.com (Liz Daplyn) Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 18:57:16 +0000 Subject: Sinister: In the land of the epic, a mere novella Message-ID: �Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee; Drink like a fish.� As Mr Cassius Clay would have no doubt said if he�d had the nonsense he was born with, oh yes. ** That good old chap Rainer Maria Rilke, however, wrote that �We are bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible� which is very true, although there is sometimes a bit of a defecit in the quantity/quality of the honey available, or at least seems to be until you shut your eyes, breathe deeply, then take another look. Hmm, very Pollyanna, but never mind. The sun and wind seem to have become inextricably conflated into a single entity today and have blown away the cobwebs with vigorous light. Also I made a cracking Thai soup for lunch. ** You see the best things from the calmly floating top decks of buses: �Bursting from Bucks into Oxon through the high giant�s footstep of the Chiltern Gap, the plain below spread out in submission under the fresh hazy February sun and planing away palely into the distance all around like graded layers of chiffon. Hot air balloons rising slowly slightly to the north of the busy weekend motorway.� Which is all that fits onto one page of the cute wee notebook that I carry around with me in case of an emergency prose attack. ** Watching shoddy daytime television, in the course of 10 minutes of just one home makeover programme, the soundtrack contained �Pink Moon� by Nick Drake, �Don�t Falter� by Mint Royale (feat. Lauren Laverne) and something off �The Hour of Bewilderbeast� by Badly Drawn Boy that I can�t remember the title of. Weird. Is there some mighty peculiar mechanism in action that makes the quality of TV ever more crap and conversely makes BBC sound editors ever, well, sounder? Anyone here from the Beeb who can enlighten me? If this carries on I�ll be requiring a mute button for the images. I believe it�s called �radio�. ** Phone phobics of the world unite: You have nothing to lose but your Best Friend Discount! This affects moi aussi, although doing temping work has helped immensely. Crikey, one can now actually call people one doesn�t know and retrieve meaningful information from them. How quaint. But there is still a certain kind of moist panic that springs from the palms of my hands when I am required to make a call without forewarning and the attendant thorough mental preparation. Yecch. Anyway. Love Liz :x Currently considering listening to my mother�s copy of Radiohead�s �Kid A� - the only copy in the house, for I am a tad tired of whinging, however beautiful. But still. -- Habitual contempt does not reflect a finer sensibility. Jenny Holzer -- _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From LilGrape25 at xxx.com Wed Feb 20 19:25:13 2002 From: LilGrape25 at xxx.com (LilGrape25 at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 14:25:13 EST Subject: Sinister: Posting Message-ID: <106.d88d81f.29a55219@aol.com> I've been wanting to title a post Posting for a long time...who knows why.. and now I finally have. Just got back to school from a very nice four day weekend. I went to a friends house in Pennsylvania, and had the most lovely and childish few days. We played Life, this awful board game where your peice is a small car and you stick a little plastic peg in it for yourself, and another peg when you land on "get married" and an additional one when you land on things like "baby girl" or "twins" or "adopt a child". Blue pegs for boys and pink for girls. We made our own pegs though, out of bits of wire and string, so we had some funky looking people, and we also made our own Career cards and House cards, so we all had unusual jobs and abnormal houses. I was a performing artist who lived in a Haystack, and my friends had such lovely jobs as a duck, a crematorist and a central tunel control officer, and lived in a tank submerged in the ocean, a mobius strip and a duck. Now is the part of the post that I usually say something that some of you would care about, that isn't just some useless story of mine...but I can't think of anything. I'm thinking. A while ago my friend and our fellow sinisterist Max wrote one of the most lovely posts I have ever read, and no one at all commented. The post was almost all Belle and Sebastian content, and also about me! Maybe I'm partial to the post because it said such nice things about me, but I really think it was wonderful, and it made me very sad that you all either didn't read it or didn't realize how great it was. I think ya'll should go through the archives and find it, or atleast hang your head in shame. Where is Joe Vester? I miss him. Ah right, I knew why I started posting...I GOT TICKETS TO SEE BELLE AND SEBASTIAN IN NEW YORK!! I know I am not the first to say this, and am probably not any more excited than all the other americans who have recently gotten tickts, but boy am I excited! I have been waiting for this day for so long.. Well, so much for being interesting. Sorry. Atleast I'm not lurking anymore, eh? Love, Rachel Grapenut +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rob_brennan at xxx.uk Wed Feb 20 21:00:41 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 21:00:41 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: I'm Wa-Ken up to Posts Message-ID: <20020220210041.3699.qmail@web10504.mail.yahoo.com> I need some posts to bring some joy and something to do I am a man who's neither rich nor obviously cool You know I love you, that's no irony I read you every day, in fact I love your free-floating anxiety You like Struan and you like Mick, Stevie and Chris Bob, Sarah, Bel And Richard, too Thank god I'm waking up to posts I'm a disaster I want to meet you all 'Cause you love music and you move me when You talk about your lives They are the best band in my life, I hope that they know And if I look like death today It's 'cos I'm hungover I never wanted to do harm to me I only wanted, once, to see The beauty of the world of Sinister And when I stumbled up the hill I drank too much The day was gone I saw a guy Who takes the prize for DDR, he really showed me Digging all the puns I felt much older The swearing and the smut It made this old man smile That night I saw them live (Instrumental - mainly strings and woodwind) Honey's the one love of our lives She showed us the rules I love your Splat and Sadie's gaze, oh list never close (list never close, list never close) I really should wish all the best to you I hope you never go away When we grow up we lose a part of us But we still wonder at great songs Music can change you and that's why I'll never be the same person At work I can't contain my boredom anymore But lucky for me you are still around My boredom turns to laughter and to love When all your words arrive When all your words arrive With all necessary apologies Robster __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From kittypower6 at xxx.com Wed Feb 20 22:59:42 2002 From: kittypower6 at xxx.com (Alyson) Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2002 16:59:42 -0600 Subject: Sinister: ken chu feel the love tonight? Message-ID: (subject = my first "ken chu" pun, i don't even know you ken, and already i am punning your name! *giggle*) hi sinister! i am sitting here, grinning like an absolute fool, because... ... ... I JUST GOT MY B&S TICKET!!! YEAH!!!!! b&s-listening will no longer be limited to my bedroom and my car stereo (when i am driving alone), i will finally get the chance to see "our band" live. with other people (howdy to the texas sinisterines!). oh i am so excited! and, i also received my sinister valentine. it is a wonderful mixtape (with powerpuff girls stickers on it!). thank you, dear. i have been meaning to visit #sinister lately, to learn more australian vocabulary. maybe tonight i will pop in! i will talk to you darlings later. love, alyson (who is super-excited!) p.s. shoutouts to aruni =D +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From CrnflkgrlO at xxx.com Thu Feb 21 14:29:06 2002 From: CrnflkgrlO at xxx.com (CrnflkgrlO at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 09:29:06 EST Subject: Sinister: Neil takes on the world! Round One! Message-ID: <194.2a41e9a.29a65e32@aol.com> Apparently Neil posted this on the Matador Records bulletin board after hoards of people came whining and arguing over the high price of tickets on the tour. I'm so impressed by Neil sometimes, he's such a badass! And have you seen him, ladies? Not so hard on the eyes, as well..... B&S' Management Ticket Prices - Dry Your Eyes Mon Feb 18 12:07:15 2002 62.252.128.5 I have every sympathy with folk who genuinely can't afford tickets for the shows. Life's like that. But Anonymous (Brave name by the way), when we're in Canada I'll put you on the guest list and you can come down and call us "money-hungry hoards" to our faces(and explain what a hoard it is). And then I'll punch your fucking lights out. We've walked away with money from a gig TWICE in the last four years. And we're not making a cent fromthese upcoming dates. Quite the opposite actually, as usual we'll subsidise it to the tune of several thousand dollars. If you'd gone in to Matador in September last year, one look at their faces would have told you how much the last tour cost. Incidentally, it's nice to see you all know that we're planning on the next tour. There's not 8 people playing, there's 13. Quite a difference. I see that we are one of the more expensive tickets. Understand though, this is what it costs. There's no fucking mystery. Either we tour at this price, or we don't tour at all. It's not fucking compulsory. We've given you the choice. The obvious thing to do would be say to yourself "No, I'm not paying that", rather than come on here and spout shite about a bunch of people you've never met and, for your sake, you better never meet. Either it's worth it or it's not, and personally I don't give a fuck whether you think it is or not. Especially given that following your thread you eventually decide you don't like the band, and they're a parody. Why do you care about the ticket price if the band are so shit? Confused? I am. Pretty girl on the cover? Err, it's one of the band. Sorry about that, I'll slap her about a bit next time I see her. Really, fannies like you coming on talking like you have a fucking clue. Piss off. Life's too short to worry about the likes of you. Go and like somebody unpopular. You seem more suited to that, and at least you'll be in the company of like-minded people. Neil Robertson Banchory Management +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Thu Feb 21 14:36:40 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 14:36:40 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: loops and dots Message-ID: the bbc are at it again. as well as the anomalous daytime backing music mentioned by lovely liz (rilke = GOOD), a massively long loop from the boy with the arab strap accompanied the nomination clips in the lawrence olivier awards last week. since it was all theatreland and musicals and such, i would have expected something from les miserables or south pacific. but no. it meant i had the tune in my head all night, anyway. dodedodo dodedo dodedododo. that bit. currently in fierce debate with myself about b&s in brixton. one minute i really can't justify spending a total of �24 on them, bu then i remember how great the RAH gig was, and... the gig is also my last day of holiday from work, and it would be a perfect finale, especially as there will be a certain greek muse of epic poetry in london who i HAVE to see :) but there seem to be only circle tickets left. maybe if someone had an *unwanted standing ticket* they could sell me? i'd love you even more than i do already, i promise! i wish i had the gift of pastiche so wonderfully demonstrated by ken, bapps, mark, and most recently rob. it makes my day when i get those posts, it really does. has someone thought of compiling them on a site? or perhaps getting the band to record them for a special christmas 'fan club record'? (what did become of that noble tradition?) i have nothing else to say except, monsters inc: go see, and have the fairly scary experience of falling in love with a computer-animated baby. luv archel xxx ps. rachel and max - i did read and love max's post. but if i mentioned every post i loved, i'd never get space for my own demented ramblings, and what a loss that would be to the world. plus, we all know how scary declaring love is... pps. i think i'm addicted to ellipsis. maybe i should have given it up for lent... oops. ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords at bigfoot.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From paularathoon at xxx.com Thu Feb 21 15:00:00 2002 From: paularathoon at xxx.com (Paul Arathoon) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 15:00:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Neil takes on the world! Round One!+ why Neil is great. Message-ID: I like Neil Robertson. He doesn't take shit from anyone who is being an arse. Just like when B&S didn't tour the East Coast last year. He doesn't care. He doesn't care because he's got his priorities right and people that moan are stupid. if it's B&S aren't playing X it's moan moan moan, if they are playing X it's moan moan moan about something else, and after they have played it'll probably be moan moan moan again. He is doing his job and when some gobshite wants to question him about his proficiency he gets annoyed and tells it how it is. I'd do that in his situation. As any fule kno- transporting 13 people to America plus transport, accommodation, insurance, spurious legal fees, advertising for the concerts etc ain't going to be cheap. People should be grateful they have deigned to play at all. Neil et al at Banchory/Matador are clearly not "money grabbing" nor hoards. though maybe if they all got together and ran towards Anonymous' house to give him/her/it a kicking then they could be a horde? Answers on a gold-edged capitalist postcard. and fuck it anyway, I WANT B&S, Matador, Banchory to make a shedload of money. Why shouldn't they? Answers to that on the back of a load of share certificates in the above. Can I be on the guest list in Canada to see someone have their lights punched out? So in conclusion: Neil wins and retires with the millions of Euros/dollars/marks/pesos that they personally makes from every single concert. Especially those in Canada where the B&S/Matador/banchory mantra for the tour is If We Don't Get The Dough The Band Don't Show _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chinacat81 at xxx.com Thu Feb 21 15:24:57 2002 From: chinacat81 at xxx.com (Kirsten Kenyon) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 09:24:57 -0600 Subject: Sinister: ahh yes, the famed cappucino monks. just delightful with an almond biscotti. Message-ID: <9DFE68D44C423E9448C7F2BF542FE4C9@chinacat81.wildmail.com>   a cold, damp day, february masquerading as early november, a heavy odor hung in the air.  it's a fragrance i had previously thought to be indigenous to elementary school buses.  gasoline, new textbooks, bubblegum and gym socks.  strangely enough, i caught a whiff of it outside the drugstore, and for a moment it made me feel as though i were far too young to be digging up five dollars for cigarettes, as i was.  a cherry soda and a bag of chocolate peanuts, maybe.  i bought gumdrops. a woman defines "iambic" for her ten-year-old daughter over a plate of scrambled eggs. a girl says "perambulate" in math class. she means "parabola." no, this girl is not me. matthew comments that the squirrel outside the window looks "exceptionally squirrelly." marcus tells me my shoes are "poppin." i take this as a compliment. the man in the apron asks me if "dog" and "god" would be an anagram. i nod, and am about to say something about palindromes when i find my hand jamming a cigarette between my lips instead. good move, i think. the cigarettes. after buying gumdrops at walgreens, i had a cup of coffee. i realized that the gumdrops just weren't cutting it. being too lazy to trudge three blocks back to walgreen's in the rain, i forked over $6.50 for gauloises at some snooty smokeshop with shiny floors and leather sofas. taking into account my current financial state, i should not be spending $6.50 on cigarettes. also, i am reading far too quickly. i suppose i could go to the library instead of buying books all the time, but i just adore the feeling i get when i add a new volume to my bookshelf. when i was little, my mom used to check out paintings from the fond du lac library. take one home and hang it over the fireplace for three weeks, then exchange it for a new one. that's sort of fun to do with paintings. i remember that my favorite was of wine and pomegranates, and that i would always whine when my mom picked out something like limes or wheelbarrows or ducks. my dad matted a painting i did in high school and hung it in the living room, along with some cezanne reproduction and this awful oil thing i did in about twenty five minutes as an exercise for a class last year. the assignment as to set up a still life of white objects and to paint them, using no white at all, but still "capturing the various hues reflected in the light and lurking in the shadows," as dennis had put it, smiling with perfect white teeth and fluttering his hands so that his ruby ring sparkled in the lazy sunlight diffused through the greasy windows of the studio. my mom found the painting in a heineken crate in the garage. "i love the wine bottle on its side in the background." "that's a bar of soap, actually." "well, nobody would ever know." the one my dad hung is truly awful, a grotesque, swirling mess i created on a dented slab of masonite i found leaning against a wall in the parking lot of my high school. i would never, ever paint on masonite now. paint is too expensive, painting too exhausting. but...it's on masonite. (you can't see me, but i'm hanging my head in shame.) this monstrosity was done almost entirely with my fingers, and the paint is thick, piled up like some horrendous topographical map. those were the days during which i could waste paint without a tinge of guilt, as it was supplied by the high school and i figured that, given the staggering cost of tuition, i could (and should) use as much paint as i damn well pleased. my dad hung the painting upside-down. i didn't say anything. pierre instructed the class to write sentences consisting of no fewer than one hundred words each. and no, he's not kidding. i couldn't imagine why anyone would think that he was, but apparently the facial expressions exhibited by several of my peers prompted this statement. "james joyce wrote a forty three page sentence," he added. nobody seemed to care. my sentence was about a person who must take on the awful business of clearing out the estate of a departed relative. there's a pretty swell part about the slow, pained opening of a heavy door, emitting a stifling blast of stale air and reminding someone, rather morbidly, of the creaky old lips of a venerable woman on her deathbed. all in all, it's a horrible sentence. but the image of creaky old lips rather amuses me. so. i've had just about enough of this post, as i'm sure you have. oh crap. i'm going to be late for school. love kirsten Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tsm26 at xxx.com Thu Feb 21 15:44:02 2002 From: tsm26 at xxx.com (Timothy Steven Moyle) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 15:44:02 +0000 Subject: Sinister: loops and dots Message-ID: >Subject: Sinister: loops and dots just seeing if youve listened to stereolab before , they got a song by the same title...................................wowowowowowowowowowow, timbob.............................................. _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chrislampinen at xxx.com Thu Feb 21 15:48:15 2002 From: chrislampinen at xxx.com (Christiaan!! !!) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 10:48:15 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Neil, Clear Channel, Chicago/Detroit Meet-Ups. Message-ID: Hi! Gosh, I haven't posted for a while. First up, let me say, for those of you going to the Detroit or Chicago shows: A few of us would like to set up a two day extravaganza in both cities. The initial meet-up would be on friday before the Detroit show. Where, exactly, is still up in the air. Personally I saw Ann Arbor, because I am lazy. After that we will all go to the show. Then we will do other things. The next day we will go to Chicago and do things there. After that, we will go to the show in Chicago. Then we will do more things. Etc. So, if you have any ideas, or would like to come, email me or amyjacks or something. It should be fun! I think we should have a big DDR party. Ahem. When things are better planned, there will be a better post regarding that stuff. anyway. I don't think a response like Neil's is ever really called for. Then again, I don't know exactly what the response was to, so whatever. It sucks that I had to spend almost $70 for two tickets (stupid ticketmaster fees), but I can understand the need, considering they are traveling so far, have so many people, etc. What bothers me, though is that a few of the midwestern shows are affiliated with Clear Channel, which has TOTALLY fucked up all things musical in the area. Besides dominating most of the radio stations (which do things such as, say, castrate and torture a pig in a parking lot, and broadcast it live), their booking company, SFX, has taken over most of the venues where I live (around Detroit, MI) and either closed them or made them suck. Some of their policies are just really disturbing. Like, not booking local music. Ever. Even in little tiny clubs. They do lots of evil stuff. Um, anyway, Clear Channel kind of annoys me. Salon has done a bunch of pretty good articles on them. Collected at http://www.salon.com/ent/clear_channel/ Wow, I don't even have like a word search planned. It was warm yesterday. Last Friday I won $1,000 on an instant win lotto ticket. It was totally rad. Oh, I'm supposed to be working, though. Love you all, do come play in Michigan (and Chicago!), Christiaan!! _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From zcraw96 at xxx.uk Thu Feb 21 15:53:45 2002 From: zcraw96 at xxx.uk (Christina McDermott) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 15:53:45 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Always crashing in the same car Message-ID: <3.0.6.32.20020221155345.00d19be0@pop-server.ucl.ac.uk> I've been thinking recently about all the places that I've ever had attachments to in my life. There are a lot of them, scattered about here there and everywhere...not just in England, but also in Scotland (seen in my much documented love affair with Glasgow) and also in the USA with my grandmother's house in Florida that I remember going to with my family when I was a kid. I've not been there in years, not since I was 12 but I will forever remember the way it looked in the afternoon sunlight glimmering on the water in the swimming pool, the colour of the condominium complex; a hideous florescent mint green. Everytime I see it in my mind, all these memories come flooding back of the time when I lived in Florida when I was five...my mum teaching me how to tie my shoelaces although I was more interested in watching Teddy Ruxpin on TV, my dad taking me to the local swimming pool and my swimming lessons with my best friend Andrea with me having to be coaxed into the water because I was deadly scared...sitting on the windowsill of my front room and watching the most amazing Florida storm out of the window...the same storm later on the next morning blowing the electric in my house whilst me and my brother were watching "Scooby Doo." Silly things that remind me of being a kid and lead me to sometimes wonder if they really hapenned at all or were just the product of a rather overactive imagination. In Manchester, there always used to be places that I would go to so as to sit and think about things, drink coffee and laugh lots with friends who would look over my A-Level English Lit texts and add their own annotations so that in the exam I would look at that really important part in Richard 3rd and see where my friend Martin had wrote "Innit tho?" next to a speech by Elizabeth/Queen Anne/Add Shakesperean woman character here, they all bloody sound the same in that play. I miss Manchester at timess so much that it aches...and if you knew me, you would know how silly that is. The thing with me is that I don't get homesick. I miss things, people, places...but not so much that I want to grab a train ticket and run back to them asap which is the feeling I've been getting over the past few days. It's not just that I miss my family...I miss really silly feelings and emotions, like getting out of college on a Wednesday afternoon, meeting friends in Cafe Pop and going record shopping or catching a film at the Cornerhouse...or the Northern Quarter on a Sunny day, with everyone sat on the pavement drinking and chatting and LOUD music blaring from all the assorted shops. Maybe this is a feeling which has eminated from being a student, maybe just from being away from the familiar for so long that the novelty of the new place has started to wear off (I doubt that the novelty of London will ever completely wear off for me, its more that it's sheen has tarnished). At first, going back home to Manchester to visit felt like such a chore. I hated it when I went back there to visit during my first reading week. All these old faces I'd attempted to eradicate by moving hundreds of miles away from them all at my door bringing back the things I'd left behind so that I may forget them. Even at Christmas to some extent it still felt that way. Then, a few weeks ago I found out that my dad was seriously ill and I couldn't get home fast enough. It was such solace, so warm and welcoming...I was with the people who understood me and needed me and so Manchester was as comforting as warm arms wrapped around me. Coming back to my other home was such a wrench. I didn't want to leave those who needed me more than London did. London needs me too. My dad is still ill and he will be for a long time to come, but London shields me from the pain of homesickness. It makes me laugh, it makes me forget, it makes me sit in a cafe with friends and look out over rivers at the skyline and realise that I wouldn't be anywhere else in the world. My parents are coming to visit me soon and I want to show them that I'm doing the right thing being here and I'm still accessible to all the people who need me and who I need to be there for me too. It's my nomadic existence realising itself. Neither Manchester or London is truly home, but we all have an agreement, they're different things, like the different sides of me and they appeal to that. An old friend, a new lover...with each place bringing back waves of memories like the words of old love letters, and the smell of biscuits on rainy dawns. Anyway, another week, another Cay epic about her life...apart from the small fact that nothing really has hapenned this week, apart from a shedload of essays and the EndlessCityLights coming second in some Oxford Battle of the Bands thing (out of three bands...but at least we weren't last! Even if one of the judges was very publicly and VERY loudly bitching about us during our set which put me off no end). The band which came in first everyone knew were going to win anyway as they knew all the judges, the judges loved them and one of the guys in the band was something pretty major in the University society putting on the show...bias anyone? But, as the lovely Mr. Carsmile Steve told me afterwards, "It's not the winning that counts, it's the bitching about the band that did win!" (They were shoegazing, schizophrenic, monotone pap by the way..and we were much prettier!) Oh, and RIGHT ON NEIL!!!! for his wonderful post on the Matador list about the bands tour in America/Canada. Even in Britain it's a lot of money to pay to see B&S, but I really don't mind. After all, there's enough of them in the bloody band that my ticket wouldn't even give them enough for a square meal each. And now I've got a wonderful new job as an usher for sixth form History conferences (ok, not so wonderful when you think of all the rampaging hormonal discrepancies...but it's MONEY!) I can buy a ticket to see them in London too! *Woo-hoo!* Someone also mentioned Oxford Interviews-when I had mine, not only did the chair eat me (very hilarious for the people watching...not so for me being eaten...), but I was caught hanging out of the window of my room having a crafty fag by a tutor who was not amused at seeing some mad young eyeliner clad-and-not-much-else-woman hanging out the window of a historical building and sending it into disrepute:- HIM-"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?" ME:- "What does it look like? I'm having a cigarette!" Upon closer deliberation, maybe that combined with my rampant drunkeness and causing a riot being drunk and dragging another drunk person along with me and making lots of noise when letting myself into the college at 3am was the reason I didn't get in....hmmm.... Oh look, it's sunny outside...let's play hopscotch Love and Marlboro lights, Cay Cola-Cube xXx P.S. The ever lovely Archel talked of how perhaps she should have given up ellipses for Lent...you and me both my girl! There are a frankly disgusting amount of them in this post. Nice to see that A in A-Level English Lit going to use then. "If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your Revolution..." -Emma Goldman +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From geishalass at xxx.com Thu Feb 21 15:33:37 2002 From: geishalass at xxx.com (Red Geisha) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 10:33:37 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Neil takes on the world! Round One!+ why Neil is great. Message-ID: The price of the tickets in Canada I must say is fair. The "convenience charge" of $6.50 per ticket cannot be attributed to the band, nor our grievous taxes or even our floundering dollar. I apologize for this Canadian but I am so thrilled B&S are finally coming to Toronto again and to a gorgeous venue, extra bang for your Canuck buck. This "fan" should start saving for merchandise now :p I know many people who were aghast at the price but everyone understood it was mainly due to our dollar...I'm assuming this Canadian is out of touch with Paul Martin and our recession. Toronto is increasingly being overlooked as a place to stop on tours b/c our ticket prices need to be ridiculous...which often turns off younger fans. It has meant that twice in the last year I've had to go to NYC to see shows. Anyhow I absolutely believe B&S will sell-out their T.O. show. Any mention/guesses/rumours of who will open? > >Can I be on the guest list in Canada to see someone have their lights >punched out? > >So in conclusion: >Neil wins and retires with the millions of Euros/dollars/marks/pesos that >they personally makes from every single concert. Especially those in Canada >where the B&S/Matador/banchory mantra for the tour is > >If We Don't Get The Dough >The Band Don't Show _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stoutrobin at xxx.com Thu Feb 21 17:15:00 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 17:15:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Scooby Driver Message-ID: The whole argument on the Matador site is really funny. And Neil is HARD! I liked this: +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ B&S' Management Ticket Prices - Dry Your Eyes Mon Feb 18 12:09:06 2002 62.252.128.5 Anonymous, an apology. You don't like the band. Fair enough. You're still a prick. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Nice one Neil! Scooby said: >i love my car because i drive to and from work listening to b and s >all the time over and over So that makes you a Scooby Driver? Hmmm, where've I heard that before? R _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From snowyminor at xxx.com Thu Feb 21 17:16:00 2002 From: snowyminor at xxx.com (michelle ruiz) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 09:16:00 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: life is for living and staring at glass Message-ID: <20020221171600.66449.qmail@web11705.mail.yahoo.com> I'm tired. Really tired. But on to more important things. Like bakeries! If i knew how to bake really good things except the occasional tea cookie I'd open one up. Old European style bakeries are just about the nicest places. There's a couple I really like to go to. There's a Greek one that when you look at the display case where the food is, in the reflection behind you it seems like you are in Europe on a warm day with the little cars going past. As you can imagine you *do* get stares from the staff because you keep staring at the glass. But it's nice though. Well there's also a bunch of Polish bakeries that have amazing original lamps hanging in their stores that give off a nice orange-ish glow. And the tiles on the floor are quaint. Pay more attention to old tiles and lamps. They can be really interesting at times. Ah I can see it now. Once this B&S scavenger hunt gets going it's going to be the new bowling/picnics. OR there will be bowling with picnics and scavenger hunts afterwards. That actually sounds kinda nice. Spring is a good time for scavenger hunts, seeing as easter eggs are everywhere. And the air is fresher (or maybe not but because everything is green it feels that way). And when the wind blows you can hear the premature leaves rustling. And you can go out with only a sweater on. And of course-the ever elusive easter bunny, hippity hopping his way into our hearts. Yeah Mr. Neil does rock. He seems like the all knowing Belle and Sebastian PR guy. if you post some message talking shit about the band in some way...he'll find out. Oh yes-he will find out. One thing's for sure you don't see any of the Sini types complaining about tickets prices like that. I too am also curious as to who's opening. If they want, at the chicago or detroit gig I can open for the opening act- and entertain the crowd with my Muppet dance impression or maybe recite a poem by Octavio Paz in Spanish or possiblymaybe perform a rendition of 'Mein Herr.' Well it's just a suggestion. Though I am available for birthday parties and bar mitzvahs. (clothe yourself well for the wind) xx michelle xx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From foranotherdream at xxx.com Thu Feb 21 18:55:54 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 10:55:54 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: la la love you Message-ID: <20020221185554.63774.qmail@web12408.mail.yahoo.com> wasn't it just lovely weather today? sigh. i am just happy right now. ever since that stupid boy broke my heart for the last time right before this past new year's eve, my new year has been wonderful. for once in so many years my life seems to be on track and i like it. before being content with all of the miserableness that was and was not self inflicted was okay. that was what content was. nope. this is content. and though i might not feel this happy all the time, knowing that it's possible to is now enough to keep me trucking through the bad days. sheesh. even know, it's weird to hear me type like this. strange. things keep moving and going forward. i guess that's what life is all about. hmm. first things first. i would like to publically thank my valentine for the treasures he has bestowed upon me. he must now revel in the glow that he has made a simple girl on the west coast very happy. +++ i have a real date on friday. this will be the second 'official' date of my 21 years of life. and i'm actually excited about it. which is weird because on my first date ever in my first 20 years of life, the poor guy. (we ended up being good friends and roomies later. anyway.) i couldn't even eat when he took me to dinner because i was so nervous. and then we missed the movie because i was late because i got lost. it was a mess. and remember the second boy from my other post? well, he was supposed to take me on my second date, but the whole time before he stood me up, i was trying to think of ways to get out of it. this time, i am looking forward to my date. let's call him J. he's 27. i've never dated a guy that much older before. and he's a college english professor too. he teaches english at a vocational school and a community college while working towards his masters in english. but in grad school he was a film minor, i believe, at ucla. undergrad at ucsb. i don't know how i ended up with such a smart boy. and he's funny and adorable too. anyway, it's just really weird. it's weird because usually i would be either having a panic attack or falling in love right away. the only conclusion i can think of at this moment is that now that i have stopped searching for 'the one' i can relax a bit and have some fun with nice boys without being a dramatic drama queen with the constant bleeding heart. but then again. who knows where the next week will take me. i'm basically trying to keep the mentality that J. is a nice boy (well, i guess he can't be a boy being 6 years older...) and i hope that we can spend time together and share fun times and warm memories. though most of you (who wouldn't be reading this paragraph anyway) probably either delete my posts or just read the first half and get bored...i'll keep you all posted! :) +++ i loved lindseylou's post about valentine's day. well, i always love her posts, but this one especially. i admit that i have read it a few times over and over. i'm sending you a *hug* for a just because. +++ kirsten kenyon posted: > i find my hand jamming a cigarette between my lips instead. > good > move, i think. > the cigarettes. after buying gumdrops at walgreens, i had a > cup of > coffee. i realized that the gumdrops just weren't cutting it. > being > too lazy to trudge three blocks back to walgreen's in the > rain, i > forked over $6.50 for gauloises at some snooty smokeshop with > shiny > floors and leather sofas. > taking into account my current financial state, i should not > be > spending $6.50 on cigarettes. and my lovey matthew posted: > I've looked everywhere. It is now official. This entire city > has run out > of my cigarettes. I'm a bit upset about that. I just don't > know what to > do. i need a cigarette right now actually. i would just like to bitch once about the price of cigarettes. i mean, give an addict a break! kirsten, i usually try to not think about my financial situation before or during the purchase. i find that it helps to contemplate the money spent while enjoying the first drag off the first cigarette AFTER the purchase. does anyone else who smokes suffer from the "i really should quit" thoughts...until you smoke another cigarette and you can't imagine life without the nicotine. it really is a disgusting habit and i don't know if i'm doing a good job trying to romanticise it. err, if i'm doing any job at all. actually, i think i'm discouraging future smokers to not smoke... well, i must go fold laundry now before getting ready for the job. i'm sorry that i didn't make too much sense. i'm not used to being awake this early. i promise the next one will make a bigger effort at it's articulate-ness. my lazy ass is off to work, sara __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From kittenmouse at xxx.com Thu Feb 21 18:59:08 2002 From: kittenmouse at xxx.com (Andrea Kittenmouse) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 10:59:08 -0800 Subject: Sinister: this one is about glasgow. Message-ID: Dear Sinister, Wow. I think I haven't posted for almost six months. Why? Because I've actually been so busy that I haven't had time to read it since then. And I felt kind of guilty, for some reason, like if I hadn't read it, I shouldn't post, so I didn't. So, I was in Glasgow last fall for three months studying at the art school. No, I'm not from there, I'm from Portland, Oregon, if you forgot. Maybe I should sum up my trip. Before I left, I saw Belle and Sebastian twice in Portland and Seattle, and it was amazing. They really rehearse their songs. At least, they sound like it. After they played, I was happy to get the hell out of the country, considering it was September and a tidal wave of creepy right wing patriotism was beginning to flood the U.S. Is liberalism dead? (This is a rhetorical question, of course, so please, don't start). By the way, I did NOT, for the record, go to Glasgow in hopes of seeing, meeting, or stalking any of Belle and Sebastian, despite them being my favorite band. It's a big city, and while I did catch a glimpse of a few members of Idlewild at an Ikari Colt show at Nice'n'Sleazy, saw some guy from Elbow at a bar in Manchester, and almost bumped into (literally) the football player Juan Veron on the street in downtown Manchester, I wouldn't have recognised any of these people if someone hadn't pointed them out to me. In the case of Idlewild it was a drunken 16 year old girl in her school blazer who was too drunk to stop screaming "Oh my god, it's ___ from Idlewild, I'm so f*cked (ed.-as in, drunk), he's so cute, should I go talk to him??!!" To which I replied, in proper order "Oh, how interesting, really, yes, you should go talk to him." Charming girl, really. Nah, Glasgow is too big to really expect to see famous people. And I've learned this lesson from working in radio: don't try to meet famous people whose work you admire, it only makes it weirder to listen to them sing if you have heard their voice in person. Anyway, I had a really good time, and met some nice people. I stayed in the art school dorms, which, while kind of ghetto, were lots of fun. We had our own rooms and didn't have to share bathrooms, which was nice. We were always running out of those weird little cards you buy and use for electricity. And we had a pay phone. That really sucked. That's really why I never called anyone from the list, because it was really expensive to call mobile phones from pay phones. The dorms are right near the art school in city center up the hill from Sauchiehall Street. Our closest subway station was called Cowcaddens. We liked the chip shop around the corner from the Variety Bar on Sauchiehall Street. I got to see Pulp and Hefner live. That was kind of neat. I got to learn lithography and silkscreen. I saw the Tate Modern and an end of term show at Central St. Martins school of fashion in London. Bought a lot of silly clothes at shops that I probably wouldn't buy from if I actually lived in Scotland, like Topshop and H&M. Actually, H&M is so cheap, I probably would shop there. Now I just shop at the Goodwill, because it's the only place where you can buy men's trousers and turn them into a skirt. top ten slang heard often while in glasgow (in no particular order): 1. get your skates on 2. couldn't be asked 3. stupid muppet 4. innit (from ali g., along with slag, punani, and boyakasha) 5. that's boss (from a person from liverpool) 6. posh 7. go on then 8. dodgy (I don't know how to spell this one) 9. ring (like to call someone on the phone) 10. and my fave: easy peazy lemon squeezy If any of these are actually really bad words and you are offended by them, I apologize. I am just an ignorant American, y'know. Anyway, I'm back in America, wondering how skeleton is an Olympic sport, and again, doing a weekly radio show on which I try to talk as little as possible. More info and bad html code can be found at http://web.pdx.edu/~andreay/. Thank you for your time, and I apologize for having ignored you all for so long. It wasn't cuz I don't like ya. Your friend, Andrea K. Mouse _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amy.longcore at xxx.com Fri Feb 22 02:55:43 2002 From: amy.longcore at xxx.com (amy.longcore at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 21:55:43 -0500 Subject: Sinister: yeah, what he said (+ midwest show meetups, yo) Message-ID: hi kids. wow. neil told someone whatfor. was harsh, but i know he takes a lot of poop when it comes to the band touring. the man needed a release sometime... but golly, he even said fanny! good thing i only think that means BUTT. i don't mind paying. i wish they could make something off of the tours. i'm so flabbergasted they are coming to DETROIT of all places. amazing. i'm stunned and smitten and oh, so glad. i would've paid lots more (don't get any wise ideas tho, hee hee). sincerely, neil, if you are reading.... whatever made you guys decide on chicago and detroit on nights that ACTUALLY WORK OUT FOR ME let me just say, thank you. wether it be divine intervention or a what the hell shrug that brought them out my way, YAY! i look forward to every moment and plan to jump the stage and make everyone listen to me belch out lazy line painter jane. ok, i won't do that, but i will be having fun. guaranteed. so, yeah. the shows. lots of buzzing about meet-ups and nothing concrete. i've discussed with a few of you the idea of getting ajoining suites in a suitable hotel. i haven't even began investigating what this "suitable" place would be, since, of course it would be ideal to be a walking distance to the venue. but, this is detroit we're talking about. there'll be enough of us around and driving that we could carpool to the venue tho. as far as detroit goes, i'm thinking the howard johnsons. only 'cuz i've been there and know it's decent. i will investigate a bit more tho. trust me. as far as chicago goes, someone else could help give me ideas. so, let's figure where we'll stay, and whoever wants in on this, mail me ASAP and we'll get this ball rolling. if the whole ajoining thing is just too sini-intense for you, but you'd still like to meet everyone, heck, just get your room wherever we're staying and you can come and go as you please. i'm already planning a saturday morning breakfast at the motown international house of pancakes in detroit, then on to chicago from there :) i have a romantic thing for this IHOP since i usually go there with friends the morning after shows. plus, there's nothing better than having marvin gaye and diana ross stare down at your strawberry covered waffles as you try and wake up. so, like i say, if you want in on one or both nights of this frolicking twee insanity, let me know! i'll be the one with the lampshade on my head. i know that while in detroit my friend meghan and maybe one more will be rooming with me, then in chicago my friend david might be rooming with me. other than that, i'm open to sharing space with others of you i'm comfortable with that want to share the funding for the evening. um, i wanted to write and say pretty things, but i'm not up for it tonight. strictly business for now. special "hello"s to shawn and emily. the forecast is good, amyrachelapplejackslongcore p.s. oh yeah, i have a confession. i have no freaking idea what DDR is. enlighten me. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From blind_lisa at xxx.com Fri Feb 22 00:14:02 2002 From: blind_lisa at xxx.com (Rachel fruitloop) Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 16:14:02 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Have CHU and her been taKEN pictures of your obsessions? Message-ID: <20020222001402.27319.qmail@web20207.mail.yahoo.com> HELLO SINISTER!!!!! The other night I was laying in my bed listening to a bootleg of B&S live in L.A. on September 6th, 2001. (Thanks again, Ernie!) So many memories came flooding back to me... I could recall the visual excitement of gazing upon our beloved band as I listen to the very sounds I had heard live that night. It's so bizarre for me to hear the exact words Stuart spoke when acknowledging the boy and me just standing there in the crowd, speaking DIRECTLY to us! Does this actually happen to unsuspecting people? Does it happen to me? I barely even *got* tickets to this show, let alone imagined that I would ever be on the stage with my favorite band and favorite boy toy! I miss the boy. I miss my 'Dog On Wheels' and 'Lazy Line Painter Jane' eps that he stole from me, leaving me with only the empty cases. It's very symbolic of me and him, I suppose. Because all I really had was the empty case and the liner notes all along. I'd like to think that magical things like being asked to dance onstage with B&S happen because of good luck. Or because I'm MAGNETIC! Isn't that a lovely way to think of yourself? *You're irresistible!* But the idea that me and the boy always got special attention because we were a "good looking couple" doesn't necessarily add any depth to the superficial relationship that we had. It seems like any time even through November, that the boy and I went out we still get recognized from the B&S show... I have to say that being associated with B&S is G-R-A-T-E!! I am hoping to make some even more special memories when I see them again in less than a month with the adorable Mr. Ben Apps in a faraway land! *HOW ROMANTIC*! One thing is quite clear. My heart is knotted up with Belle & Sebastian's strings. Everything that means anything to me comes down to this band and these songs. That's what is on my mind right now. And I'd like to say that even though I swore I would *never ever* go to the Coachella festival here in the Indio desert of California EVER again (despite the fact that I saw Morrissey from about 10 feet away and cried, PLUS saw Super Furry Animals and Bis!) Mainly I swore off the festival because it is WAY TOO HOT and TOO EXPENSIVE, but because Belle & Sebastian will be there this year, so will I. And it will be WORTH EVERY PENNY and ounce of sweat to be there. Plus, I'll get to camp with Sara Bus Stopper (right, Sara?!)! Props to Neil. You rock my world! So, recently I was rereading your posts from about the 1st through the 7th of this month, and these are some things that caught my attention... *****WELCOME***** Welcome Ollie Fox! Group Hug!! *****B&S GATHERINGS***** Eric the Half a Bee wrote: "I think B&S should do a prison tour; I bet that would go over smashingly." I can imagine how cute they'd all look if they dressed up in prison jumpsuits!! Dirty Vicar wrote: "It would be great if B&S collaborated with Missy Elliot. She could sing about how hot she is and Stevie and Stuart could sing about how frightened of her they are, and then Isobel & Sarah could pop up and sing a 'hey, remember us boys?' line." The song could be called "Get UR Twee On" and released on a special 12" vinyl format with a gatefold cover full of photos and 5 different remixes. I'd buy that in a second! Jason Andreas was playing with the B&S Song generator and the results were slightly insulting but predominantly hilarious! David Moore wrote of "The Magic of a Kind Word": "convince me that Stuart doesn't actually keep singing "Shake, Mother Goose" throughout it." I think this is one of my most favorite mishearings ever!!! Ha-ha-larious!!! Gordon wrote: "What about 500 of us, from all over the world, camping in a circus big top for a week? We could do some useful community project, say, and invite belle and seb to take part in the evening revelries." I am pretty sure that's going to be us here in Cali at the Coachella festival! Everyone from all over the world should come, too! I'm sad that Nik Ovenden is going to miss it by a mere 2 weeks! *****MEET UPS***** Amy "Rachel Applejacks" Longcore wrote about a Michigan Midwest meet up: "i've been thinking independance day weekend would be good for the meet up." and then The Cat's PJs Jason wrote: "Our beloved Amy Applejacks has proposed a Sinister midwest gathering, and I'm all for it. I'm willing and eager to do a Sinister round up in the Chicagoland region and drive all the little doggies down the trail to wherever Ms. Applejacks wishes." That is a WONDERFUL idea! I hope that Ben will be here with me during the 4th of July and maybe we can have a nice Southern California meet up then, too. Speaking of meet ups: *****SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA MEET UP***** SATURDAY FEB 23, 7:15 PM at the SUNSET 5 THEATER/VIRGIN MEGASTORE IN HOLLYWOOD. We will see 'Storytelling' at 7:45 and then venture to Swingers Restaurant on Beverly for dinner. Yippee! Look out for the Reporting Back! *****YORK SINISTER MASSIVE***** Assman Walton wrote: "Mr Stuart Hallifax noted that he didn't have anything more humourous to add than the fact that Feather Boa walked in a puddle, and that Archel has a strap-on." I think it's soooooooo entertaining when you all get together, and I especially like it when you go to a computer and write stuff together for us all to read! Archel Toast wrote: "i can remember very little (apart from asm's middle name which i will probably never forget - oh, it's not 'studmuffin' by the way)." The suspense is killing me... is his middle name Danger? Har! *****POLAND SINISTER MASSIVE***** Ola "Rachola Cinnamon" wrote of her adventures with Maja and James Dancin Hatchback in Poland: " the evening continued with The Great Escape Into The Wardrobe (ever listened to sigur r�s when hidden in a wardrobe? no? well try it! ;)) and then we all went 'Oh, Let's Go Out&Get A 2nd Bottle Of Wine!' it was about 3am methinks. ah well.. we didn't go to sleep till about 5 or so = ) lalala.." I am going to have to try this sitting in a closet drinking wine and listening to music thing... except my closet is pretty small... Or maybe me and my friends will just have to take turns sitting in the closet. But it *is* pretty fun to be crammed into a closet with two lovely ladies, innit Dancin' H? I am so happy that you all had a fun time there, and I hope that your car wasn't turned into a planter by the time you returned to London! *****BAKERS DOESN'T***** A little side story about this heading. It's a phrase that my friends and I use to describe what might be called "dry humping" here... because we knew a boy with the last name Baker who is very religious and was so riddled with guilt for dry humping his girlfriend that he had to confess. From that moment on, the act became known as the "Bakers Doesn't" to me and my posse, that is, until my sister Amber coined the phrase "Xtreme Snuggling"... and um, yeah, we're retarded. Anyway I thought it would make a good heading for quoting the Bakers Baker and Lindsey Lou! They posted some beautiful words recently: LindseyLou Baker wrote: "the fortune in my fortune cookie tonight said my love of life would carry me through any circumstance, and for once, i think it might be true. i have wondered what it would be like to keep a real, i suppose, non-tour diary many times in my life, and have often tried to do the deed but to no avail." I just recently looked through the journal I had kept during my travels following Suede's '97 North American tour, and I always felt guilty for not writing down everything. I got down everything from the first 2 days and then the rest is bits and pieces. The reason I got it out at all was because I *swear* I remember meeting Genevieve Wesley from this here list in Ottawa, and I was hoping that I had written something down. Of course, I didn't find anything conclusive, but the stuff that I *did* write down was so funny! So much of it I had forgotten all about. I even stumbled upon a page that Mr. Brett Anderson himself had written... something along the lines of "we're not going to do anything even slightly interesting on this tour." and I was blown away! I mean, shit, talk about an ingrate! I have this thing shoved away in a drawer because I "never finished" my journal, and it is LOADED with grate things!! So, my perspective on journal-writing has totally changed. I'm going to try to write more, but not feel as if I am obligated to write regularly or even often. Even just to write down the stupid things that me and my friends say to each other like the "Baker's Doesn't"... that is something that I want to remember but will probably fade away into oblivion in 6 months, you know? And then Lindsey Lou said: "everything this week has reminded me of something else, someone else, and i like it that way. i like it that when i wake up to a certain song i think of a day or an event or a smell or a sound, and the moments of each day become weighted with meaning. the bottle of vodka will always be a party or a person or two and the first bottle of booze ever to reside in my apartment. the boy will always be the superchunk will always be the radio will always be the snow day will always be the unexpected b&s will always be sinister. i like that." I like that, too! You put it so eloquently! Yay Lindsey!!!! Baker,Baker wrote: "childishly, i cope with my sadness by using it as a great big magnifying lens for other things, like music. or movies, or art. gosh...have you ever considered how insignificant music and art would be in your life if you'd never ever felt terribly sad once in your life?" Yeah... everything would just seem so bland in comparison to constant happiness! And Baker, Baker wrote the most GORGEOUS thing: "in chicago, you don't see many stars. the air is too thick with the dead skin off of our cars and the warm breath of our factories making the sky steamy and dusty, like dirty glasses that you've touched too much and then come inside out of the cold with. instead of stars, we have airplanes. last time i checked, o'hare was still the busiest airport in the world, and we have lots of beautiful, blinking stars that race each other around the sky." Sometimes I forget to go outside and look at the sky. Usually, I glimpse up at the stars when I get out of my car in the driveway when my work day is done. But then it's only for a second, and maybe I do it just to make sure that the stars are still there and that they haven't all changed into airplanes... but I think I need to look at the sky more often. When I was a kid I used to stare up at the sky for hours, and I would try to comprehend how far up the atmosphere actually went before it was outer space. Sometimes I would just stand in the middle of the cul de sac and spin as I stared at the clouds, and the wire from the street lamps would stretch across my field of vision and spin around with me. It made me feel like I was on some weird carnival ride. *****LIST ABUSE***** Rachel Grapenut wrote: "List abuse is writing someone a personal message, trying to find a roommate or a ride to such and such town or other place..but not necisarily talking about things that don't relate to belle and sebastian, don't you agree?" Yes, I agree. I think the 15 minute rule is a good one; that we should take at least 15 minutes to write what we want to say to everybody. It seems like everyone who posts does that. Patrick Doyle got caught on Sinister at school and had to unsubscribe. But before he departed, he wrote about the student teacher in PE class saying that they knew who Belle & Sebastian are, and guessed that they were from the '70's or '80's to which Patrick replied: "i think you'll find that's Simon and Garfunkel" How funny! Last weekend I was talking to this guy Fred who is the receptionist at the salon where some of my friends work, and I told him that I was going to see B&S and he said "oh yeah, I've heard of them" and this other girl said "Who are they?" and he said "oh they're old, like from the '80's, they've been around forever!" I wonder if it's a common misconception about B&S... and if it is, is it because people are confusing them with a different band, or if they just think that they sound like they're from the '80's? Hmmmmmm. David Stankin' wrote of Sinister: "There should be some sort of warning on the site. I know there�s some vague talk about pulling and getting into people�s underpants and so on, but really, I think that just encourages people." Yeah, I think we're a strange breed around here. A lot of people I know don't understand the Sinister phenomenon and there is no way to explain it. And even further now, I am facing criticism from co-workers who just "think it's weird" that I met Ben through Sinister and that I actually view this as a "real relationship"... um... I think some people don't want to admit how superficial relationships can be even when you're face to face every day. And frankly, I don't give a fuck what other people say about it. I have a hard time finding like-minded people around here. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm an oddball, and if this internet list is where I can settle down with some old story about a boy who's just like me, then that is where I belong. That's my view on it, anyway! :) Is talking about the list on the list list abuse? Props to Jenny Payne for organizing the Sinister Valentine exchange thing! John T. Cat, Esq. posted a mango pineapple salsa recipe and I can't wait to try it! Mark C wrote: "Household tip of the day - don't let girls use your shower, or you'll be picking skanky bits of hair and unmentionable gunk out of the plughole on a weekly basis ;-)" Thanks Mark, but are we supposed to believe that this is really true? (that you've had a naked girl in your house! haw-haw!) *****ONLY SLIGHTLY MENTAL***** Matt Henderson wrote: "If all good things come to an end, surely all bad things do to? I think the key to beating depression is finding that end, or at least knowing it's out there." Yeah, I think so! I mean, you all have heard my stories about fighting depression and being medicated, etc. But I have never once thought about killing myself. I think maybe because I'm too full of myself to end it all, but more than that because even in the lowest of low times, I would think to myself that things can only get better. And there was one occasion when I was wallowing in my misery and I asked "how can things get any worse?" and I got my answer in the form of a car accident, and my troubles that had me reeling before seemed less tragic in comparison to not having my car for 2 months due to insurance red tape and mistakes! arrgghhh! But for the most part, I think that good times and bad times come in cycles. All I can do for myself is take medication to fix the chemical thing and then try to think positively. The power of optimism is astounding. Steven Rhodes makes me laugh! He wrote: " I had this momentary lapse of reason and instead of putting the milk back in the fridge, I put it in the cupboard. Have you ever done this? I actually did a similar thing the other day. I was driving home from work and instead of driving home I flew to Geraldton, Western Australia. It was really embarrassing." Yeah, I hate it when that happens! And the bit about cats hating the beach, oh, that KILLED me!! I felt like I was reading Steven's stand-up act!! :) Rachel Grapenut wrote: "My nostalgia (though some would consiter me a child, I do not!) is mostly for the opertunity to be childish,something that is discouraged past childhood, but really does not have to be and should not be." I see what you mean. I don't feel discouraged about being childish. Or "child-like" as ColinBoy used to say. I think that it's important to be child-like. I just find that now that I'm a grown-up, nobody forces me to play outside. I remember when I was a kid and me and my sister and our 2 brothers would be driving my mom crazy and she would force us to play outside for a while. And like the memory of spinning around looking at the sky, I can remember how it felt to notice the little nuances in the weather when the sun started setting later in the evenings as spring approached, and how it felt to get so hot from running around in the mild California winter twilight until the street lights came on. Yet my cheeks would be beet red and freezing cold on the surface and my mom would yell at me for taking off my coat in the middle of the front yard because it was too hot to wear whilst riding my bike around. And now the street lights are on before I even get home from work, so I wouldn't have time to force MYSELF to "play outside" even if I wanted to despite the fact that the neighbors would think I was crazy (er). But I think this is what is missing from my life. The simplicity of being forced to play outside... Kirsten Kenyon wrote: "my goodness. looking back, it's now quite clear that my present state of dorkiness is the cruel denouement of years of...dork training." I, too, come from a long line of dorks. It just happens when you're raised to break into song at the mention of any sentence that resembles a song lyric, or to make the most ridiculous puns out of anything. I think that we should embrace our dork lineage and just take comfort in the knowledge that we are not alone! :) And at least we have some "culture" to pass on to our children! *****FOR ME TO MP3 ON***** David White wrote about having his MP3s on his B&S site removed: "I'd also be mightily pissed off if I'd written music that people were stealing at my expense BUT let's not forget here that I wasn't actively letting people download the entire back-catalogue of Belle & Sebastian, I was letting them download a few rare and unreleased tracks." Yeah, that makes me sooo mad! I'm just glad that I pretty much copied everything I wanted to cd before all this happened. If anyone is looking for copies of anything, I can check and see if I have what you're looking for. Jordi wrote: "I heard once that everything that is being done against mp3 would be like coming back to the 50�s and have some official governments trying to forbid radio." That is such a good analogy. How easily we forget the early struggles of social and technological revolution! *****DIDN'T CHU KNOW?***** "Buddists all exclusively listen to Drum 'n Bass, Jazz and Easy Listening and no other forms of music, because they are too at ease with the world and thus aren't miserable enough to care for the whiny lyrics of Morrisey despite the beautiful melodic tunes that often go with them." Oops, then Michael Vance stepped in, speaking of being BUDDHIST and a MORRISSEY FAN! Sorry Kenny! It was a good theory, though! *****WHAT'S IN A NAME?***** Mandee wrote of her band, Daniel Tiger's, demise: "What happens after the end of our fakery? The four of us decided on pursuing solo careers--myself recording under the assumed identity of Simone Turner. We kicked around the idea of forming another band called Swimbuddy. Then another one called The Corn Horns. But where's the real ambition? There only seems to be a real motivation to do something that will only amount to a load of more fakery." I had some fake bands with my friends... my stage name was Rain Bowie and Vicky's name was Sassy Chavelle. We were the fake superstars of bands like Larue, Mascaria, and Maidavale. And who could forget those fake one hit wonders, Mimosa? Errm, everybody! I am quite fond of The Corn Horns, Mandee! (well, I imagine I am, just because the name is swell!) I think that CookieLove is a grate name for a band, and that Astrid is very cute! I liked the name Brighten, too. To Rachel Grapenut, I'd like to say that at one point I had made a draft to post that had comments in it about her and Max's lovely lovely posts and it just sat there too long and got old and so I never posted it. But I took notice, I really did! :) Well, in closing, I'd just like to say that you're all wonderful. I hope to meet some of you when I'm in London next month visiting Ben (which will be March 14-24). THANK YOU to those of you who have written lately to tell me that you like my mega posts. It makes me feel a lot less self-indulgent when I send a 24k post to the list! And to those who I am annoying, sorry in advance! I feel that this one is particularly boastful and I don't mean to be that way with all of my talk about B&S and the meet up and Suede and it's only stuff... you know that, right? Thanks for giving me a good place to express myself. Shout outs to the Rachels (�VIVA RACHELS!) and love to you all! Have fun everyone! love, Rachel fruitloop *****FAVORITE QUOTES***** "why dont i have someone? i dont look like a toad and im not into recreational cannibalism?" - Stine "Don't try to disown yourself like a friend you're ashamed of being seen with by the cool kids." - Kate Keenan "i didn't see how i could be "stuck" anywhere except where i was, and i told her so." - Kirsten Kenyon "yeah......its good to reflect sometimes." - Caleb Ben Moore "I like to dress like I did when I was four years old." - David Stankin' Cooter __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From figure2 at xxx.net Fri Feb 22 06:04:41 2002 From: figure2 at xxx.net (figure2 at xxx.net) Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 7:04:41 +0100 Subject: Sinister: The Morning Star Message-ID: <20020222060441.UVJF1003.fep06-svc.ttyl.com@localhost> Why are tailors such darned masochists? (bleep) it's 05:55am and I do really have an 06:00 deadline... I mean, I get on a smart suit my dad gave to me that he wore, which fits as well as the one the tailor got made for me in the Scottish Borders and the olive moleskins I got made by a trendy in Exmouth Market for £120 three years ago and they're all so damned skimpy in various ways... this jacket is cool but the trousers hurt like the moleskins and the trousers from the Borders fit but the jacket's damned miserable... as if it was for a wee hobling old man. Serves me right for being a posh git and going to tailors? Try finding trousers in the size of a 5'6" man who hasn't got an enormous bum and the sticks clowns use to walk on.... bleauh! Anyway. All in cloth to die for and I look goddamned gorgeous. So. Mwah! This must be the most rubbish ever, but... time now 05:53... The last time I slept I was beseiged by demons in weird heads and friendly gogs that then bit like alligators and the sounds! Chattering, whooshing! Luckily, the previous night I heard bongos counterpointed after a build-up with gentle electronic tines; phrases etc. before descending into what a pop outfit might term to be a 'string section'...lush then growing louder darker then a whole new meaning of loudness and darkness as the arpeggios descended and descended bigger and wider....lovely the AAAARRRRGHHHH!. So I got up and made some food to eat. That was 3am the day before yesterday. Now I have a tailoring discomfiture, after no sleep but much fun in #sini: Ahoy! Land Ahead! 06:01... I can run for the train in 12 minutes (used to it) but send, shut-down, transfer CD to bag, switch off, unlock/re-lock doors etc....xxxxxxx:) Gordon _______________________________________________________________________ Never pay another Internet phone bill! Freeserve AnyTime, for all the Internet access you want, day and night, only £12.99 per month. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From deftones18 at xxx.com Fri Feb 22 06:23:08 2002 From: deftones18 at xxx.com (Joey V Lawton) Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 01:23:08 -0500 Subject: No subject Message-ID: <20020222.012313.-3643427.4.deftones18@juno.com> traveled to new york this past weekend. missed many of your lovely posts. new york city is too massive. it's like when we were all small and we designed our own houses and towns and whatnot and everything was in massive child-like proportions, only this time the child was designing a city. hung over with that early morning feeling of awe for every bit of light hitting every grain of sand. coney island was all abandoned and desolate and none of the rides were working and the ocean reflected the sky so seamlessly that it looked like either the water was in a wave way up over your head or the sky had fallen and was washing up upon the beach. quite surreal. and so goes my second post. -joey PS: How do you get a girl to fall madly in love with you? It's just that the subject has come up and i'm looking for suggestions or hints and clues. ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/web/. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Fri Feb 22 09:25:33 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 09:25:33 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Le Pastiche De La Bourgeoisie Message-ID: ... Since Archel likes them so much Sunbeam shone, mousy girls kissing Ken Chu You'd join the romp, oh if only they'd let you Le Pastiche de la Bourgeoisie Man your job is poo, you're an inputter of data But you're friends, they spread gold flakes on butter Le Pastiche de la Bourgeoisie Reading NME But you're just too twee You're too twee, much too twee for a boyfriend You run and hide, from their buckfast and spliff ends Don't be scared, like the Glasgoo neds take some heroine and you'll be doing fine Wouldn't you like to get away? Bestowing the memory of good and evil On miss Campbell's left behind mmm how it's fine! And you love when the band is around you How you'd love arms of sex to surround you Le Pastiche de la Bourgeoisie See the Arms of Stu Strumming we rule the school Listen Dear, I've been catching flu lately If I sneezed at your face you would hate me Le Pastiche de la Bourgeoisie Playing DDR I nearly stepped too far Wouldn't you like to get away? Give up your wages for allures of Seeing Sturan Live playing the land of Stars and Stripes!! Wouldn't you like to get away? Robertson's beckoning with swearing words, And open signs of middle fingers Westward bound Wouldn't you like to get away? Give up your wages for allures of Seeing Sturan Live! playing the land of Stars and Stripes!! Pastiches and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sophiakatrina at xxx.com Fri Feb 22 09:38:57 2002 From: sophiakatrina at xxx.com (sophia katrina) Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 09:38:57 +0000 Subject: Sinister: london has let me down again Message-ID: my dearest sinister, i've neglected you, i know. i've been sneaking around with my real life, which is really far less interesting. and now i've come crawling back to you in my hour of need... right now i'm waiting to find out whether i've been selected for an interview for a master's course in england i've applied for. this is hardly relevant to anything that any of you have been talking about, except maybe the oxford interviews (great stories, by the way!). it's highly unlikely that i'll be granted this interview, for reasons including but not limited to the following: a) i'm too young b) the course is very very very selective - last year's application came back with a sticker on it that said "number 498" d) part of me really really really wants to get a place, which is a sure-fire sign that i won't get one e) i'm not that good but i'm stressing anyway. i've been drinking coffee all day and have that nasty, over-caffeinated, "i-can-feel-an-ulcer-coming-on" feeling. soon i have to call them up and say something like, "well, you people hold my future in your hands, want to share it with me? take your time" and then they will, and i'll say, oh, ok, thank you for telling me what i'll be doing for the next two and a half years of my life, and possibly the rest of it too, and i'll hang up. probably this answer will be "no", so i'll have to tell all of you as well as everyone else. and then i'll go to a party with my friends who will be waiting with bated breath to find out what my future will be. and we'll drink lots and lots. and then in a couple of days i'll get on a plane to england for the interview and if i come back it will only be for a little bit and then i'll have to move to london and my life will be there. (hello, london sinister massive!) but maybe all this whingeing is just the part of me that wants to be rejected because it's the easier option. my profession is not one that promises fame, fabulous riches, fast car, fast members of the opposite or same sex, or even superannuation... i thought i'd dealt with this during the many wintery weeks in london when the heating didn't work and i only had a pound to my name, and if i could afford enough sainsbury's economy white bread and economy baked beans then it was a good day. now i'm used to luxury, i can't cope with any more garrets, rat-infested halls of residence, polluted air and drive-by shootings and stabbings. i must be getting too old for it. (londoners, i'm sorry, don't take this the wrong way, i loved lots of things about london, just not daily life, & how important is that, in the scheme of things?) in london every day was a battle... every day i had to fight and the victories were so difficult and painful that they felt like defeats. every night i'd crawl into bed, aching all over, too exhausted to cry or even dream. is that really living? or is that just masochism? many of you are artists or art students - do any of you believe that you have to suffer for your art? do our vocations really choose us? how much free will do we then possess? would i choose to be spared, if i had any choice in the matter? Rilke (yay, Liz Daplyn & Archel, you guys have great taste in literature! i thoroughly recommend Paul Celan to you both: "with the butterflies, with the night/ let me into your slumber:/above you i am a speechless/breath that wakes...") famously wrote that to find out if you are really "called" to do anything (writing, photography, car repair), stop doing it. see how long you can hold out. if you don't ever want to go back to it, then that's OK. but if you almost lose it and have to work for reasons which you cannot fathom, then that's it, that's a calling. you must be humble, accept your burden, and structure your life around it. but many artists & art historians spent last century trying to deconstruct that idea of vocation, saying that art is a job like anything else, it isn't mystical or special, anyone can do it. i don't know who to believe. does being called necessarily mean leaving home? making sacrifices for your career? for years i hated australia, i thought the whole country was nowheresville, a one-horse town without no traffic light, and i couldn't wait to leave. it was a colonial mentality: eurocentric diffusionism. i thought that london was the centre of the universe, london was where the future happened. i thought of myself as someone who didn't belong anywhere, who felt most at home when living on the road and out of a suitcase, and where better to be that a global city, a hub city full of people who don't belong. i had a long conversation with a minicab driver from lagos. he lived like me: half the time in a tiny, run-down flat in london, half the time in a beautiful house with his beautiful nigerian wife and kids. (well, i don't have a beautiful nigerian wife or kids, but you see what i mean). he said that london was a place that people went to make money (on the stock market, temping, driving minicabs) and then they went home again and lived their real lives. at the time i didn't agree. there are communities, i said, if you know where to find them, of course there are. there are people who've lived here all their lives. but then i thought that perhaps my real life is in australia, too, and i was missing out on it. i read about a man who left tasmania to go to university. he hated australia and couldn't wait to leave. then he had to come back decades later, to pack up his parents' house after they had both died - "they slipped out of life quietly, not wanting to make a fuss." i cry every time i read that article. i read about a memoir written by an old man, who'd moved to australia when he was young. he stayed there for the rest of his life. he must have been eighty when he wrote this memoir. at the end he writes "my real life is in the north of england, with my mother. one day i will get back to it." then i dreamed i was in london, doing something utterly banal - buying a magazine in the tate britain bookshop, i think - and i had a sudden, blinding realisation that london was where i belonged and that i shouldn't have left. in the dream, that is. i woke up and for a few seconds i didn't know where i was. i don't think i can choose. i'm like a cat that wants to be let in the door and then ten seconds later is mewling and rubbing at its owner's legs to be let outside again. i have to face up to the fact that i have no idea what i want. so maybe i don't mind putting my future into the hands of some admissions clerk, somewhere, because god knows i wouldn't know what to do with it if i had it. i'd better make that phone call. love as always, Sophia XXXXXXXXXX ps how bad could life really be when my *****sinister valentine***** is on its way? _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Fri Feb 22 12:41:54 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 12:41:54 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Spring Onions, Beans, Jeans Message-ID: .. Would be a possible shopping list for someone shopping in TESCOs. The more I think the more I get disturbed by the prospects that one could be obsessed with the supermarket, but I think I am. Especially the huge ones, because they're so huge, and that someone had built it. Sometimes I walk along the town I would look at the brickwalls and houses and bridges and imagine when they were being built, and how proud they must feel that they made something that would probably still be there in 100 years, or if they're lucky be found in godknowshowlong later by some archeologists who'd think that the underpass through a dual carriageway was some religious shrine and that there's some divine meaning to the words "KEN WOZ ERE". But after thinking that, the empire of reality would always strike back, and I'd remember about that smelly nob of a bricklayer who jumped to the bar in front of me, and any kind of romantic thoughts would immediately cease. Anyway, I digress like lava at the end of archetypal volcano movies, I was talking about supermarkets, well I had a bit of adverture there last night, first I picked up some spring onions, and carefully placed it in one of those clear plastic bags, and tied one of those clever knots that you do to clear plastic bags, placed it in my trolley and carried on shopping. Bought all the essential ingredients for making a curry, like curry powder, and a crate of beer, and went to the check-out. I parked my trolley neatly at the end of one of the check-out queues, until an old lady decided to park her trolley aloneside, in parallel with, and right next to mine, so very naturally as if it were a normal, rational, and sane thing to do! It was so weird, but I remembered that sign on the London Underground that said "Please give up your place to the elderly and thus mentally insane", so I moved myself onto the next counter without an argument. Okay okay I moved because I was cared of her because she looked like an evil version of Dot Cotton! She's probably a brick layer. I bet it was one of those prank TV shows where they put unsuspecting people through weird situations and see how they respond - I always get paranoid about being on one of those shows and so I always have to make sure that I'm absolutely on my own before I do embarassing things like picking my nose then biting my nails (um, I'm joking here) - if you see a pretty Chinese boy on TV getting bullied by an evil looking version of Dot Cotton of Eastenders, that'd be me. BUT that's not the main story, the main story is that when I got to the other check-out, and put all my shopping to the CBP: Conveyer Belt of Payment, MY SPRING ONIONS DISAPPEARED! I looked everywhere for it, and it was nowhere to be seen, and I checked every inch of my trolley and there wasn't a gap that my poor green produce could have fallen through. So I concluded that it was either: 1) magic 2) an I.S.O.T. - INTERNATIONAL SPRING ONION THIEF 3) I was on one of those prank shows where they steal spring onions off you and see how you'd react - if you see a pretty chinese boy looking like a grade A plonker rummaging through his shopping, that'd be me. Never mind. A good thing that happened today is that my temps agency gives out free sandwiches and crisps every Friday, and this afternoon I have received some of the most bizarre flavours of sandwiches and crisps, namely "Chicken and Stuffing Sandwiches", and "Spring Onion flavoured crisps"?! On the Ingredients of the Crisps it said... Ingredients: Potatoes, Vegetable Oil, Spring Onion Flavour (Maltodextrin - salt - dried onion - sugar - dried yeast extract - dried whole milk - dried yeast - potassium chloride - flavouring - sunflower oil - malic acid - dried garlic - wheat flour) Yes, I think the I.S.O.T. had got them too. Spring Onions and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From daveyboylad at xxx.uk Fri Feb 22 13:32:30 2002 From: daveyboylad at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?david=20pulo?=) Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 13:32:30 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: virginal hello Message-ID: <20020222133230.3831.qmail@web20805.mail.yahoo.com> Well HELLO to all the lovely folk on the sinister list. I've finally fishished reading everyones messages and so with tired eyes I've decided to write my own..... I'm first going to say thank you to good ol' B&S for producing such wonderful music. And to the people that have written such heartfelt and sincere mails you are very special people. And I know this is a while back but Will Salt your mail made me cry, it was lovely, I hope you are ok and happy. I'm sat here avoiding doing any work at uni, I don't really like the course but am too scared to make any life altering decisions at the moment. No one else in my class is in, it is friday after all, so I am all alone, I only came in to speak to some guy in the 2nd year who I think is cute, not sexy cute but sweet cute, but he's not even in so I'm going sortly. Well, the rain has stopped so I will try and make it to the train station without getting drenched like I have everyday this week. Hope you all have nice, fun filled weekends. Take care and thanks for reading. Love and Hugs from Daveyboy :) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk Fri Feb 22 14:13:03 2002 From: mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk (fiona) Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 14:13:03 BST Subject: Sinister: even monkeys can't help me now Message-ID: <3FA61A3B29@mail1.mcc.ac.uk> sinister, i've just seen my exam marks. i knew they were bad before i looked at the noticeboard, but seeing them in black and white just hit home. even the courses i didn't do too badly on were worse then i'd hoped. if only i'd had the guts to change courses in the first year, instead of thinking i could stick it out and everything would be fine. well now i've wasted nearly three years and will have very little to show for it. the worst part is that at university no-one cares. there's no-one i can run to who'll understand and try to help me to do better in the summer. i just ran out of my last class on the verge of tears and nobody even batted an eyelid. and i'm going to have to tell my mum. its not that she'll be angry with me, she'll just be disappointed, even more disappointed than i am probably. i always joke with her that i'm the reject child now because my little brother started doing maths at cambridge this year, but i know that's what she thinks. all the way through school i was brighter than him, but now i'm just not interested, i've had enough of formal study but i've come too far to turn back now. jesus, i don't even like university. i don't have any friends among the students, everyone i hang out with i've met outside. i just can't imagine what possessed me. i'm really sorry sinistereenies, its forever since i used the list as a place to spill my problems, but i don't feel like i've got anywhere to turn right now. love and lollipops, fiona. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tillythetealady at xxx.com Fri Feb 22 15:28:14 2002 From: tillythetealady at xxx.com (sarah beckett) Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 15:28:14 +0000 Subject: Sinister: first post Message-ID: dearest list, I've been a serial lurker for quite some time now and, like 'strange boy on swing' in the endearing 'prospero's books', I am no longer content to occasionally piddle into the great sinister swimming pool. I want to dive right in. Thankyou everyone who has posted and made the murky days shiny (or at least tinged them with romanticism). Just wanted to get my foot in the door really, so I'll leave it there and post proper later. with love sarah x ps I cant remember who it was who possibly maybe wanted a Brixton ticket but I think I have one (standing) going spare so email me.. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Histrianic at xxx.com Sat Feb 23 01:03:50 2002 From: Histrianic at xxx.com (Histrianic at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 20:03:50 EST Subject: Sinister: sinister: i like you mostly late at night.. Message-ID: <179.4089e1f.29a84476@aol.com> *doo doo doo days like television days like television..* *should i wait for you, come on, should i..* yes, I've been listening an incredible amount to life without buildings, in particular, the leanover. which is one hell of a song. it's great. does anyone know the lyrics? sue thompkins is great. she's like.. the female mark e. smith. it was funny, because i was reading an interview they did with sleaze a while back and they were talking about how they were so disappointed when people compared her to random bands when she sounded more like mark e. smith or patti smith than anything else. and the first thing i thought when i heard life without buildings was 'female mark e. smith! patti smith!'. so that was a kind of neat little coincidence that perked up my life. um, there was a point to this.. oh yes. *cough cough* ok, i'm going down to boston tomorrow, and i was wondering if there were any good record shops down there. i really want some good eighties and old obscure records. and singles. colored vinyl... *daydreams* another thing: i'm going down to boston for the belle and sebastian concert! is there going to be a sinister gathering of sorts? oh! that would be so twee! i would be so excited i would pee! (in my pants. or dress.) well, i won't, but i would be excited enough.. so if any listees would do me the kind favor of returning my calls (of plea) and telling me where the good record shops are, it would be most greatly appreciated. i'm going to go see belle and sebastian! after years of waiting! life is good... cheers h +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elf-angel at xxx.com Sat Feb 23 01:44:50 2002 From: elf-angel at xxx.com (Bron) Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 19:44:50 -0600 Subject: Sinister: it's nothing but a modern email Message-ID: <94F52F93DD3359B47819B4EE46EC4F2A@elf-angel.wildmail.com> the sun was more than i could have gathered the way it poured down on me like a drunken lover if it had kissed me any harder with its rays i think i would have drowned in sheer delight for the sun is the light of my life and the song it sings makes me dance it knows without its presence i cannot smile it knows that when the clouds appear i tend to disappear... a walk in the town sounds splendid to take a camera would be even jollier i just need the sun by my side of course silliness gets the best of me: it can only crouch above this body---which by coincidence contains my soul it takes my curled two dimensional being and straightens my fold breathes through these tender nostrils the urgency with which i must live a big hot chocolate swell of love the sun melts into this mouth into this stomach into this system that just won't let go my grin can't let go of my face for a cage is worse than no home at all but it's chill and all good, it's groovy it rocks my boat because the sun still gets through the bars because when the shadows shift it's like the sun just bounces around like a good song does around a beat it's a beautiful time to live no one is perfect, so why cry why love in vain? this is OUR day this is the light of our life rock and roll. ---your mountain mama sweetheart ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From kittenmouse at xxx.com Sat Feb 23 07:09:04 2002 From: kittenmouse at xxx.com (Andrea Kittenmouse) Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 23:09:04 -0800 Subject: Sinister: law and order is on tv about 20 times a day here. Message-ID: hi there, this message will be randomly ordered. 1. i wonder if anyone on the list is from manchester or oldham? is there a good art school there? 2. is there anyone on the list who goes to glasgow school of art? 3. i found a website that reviewed all of belle and sebastian's releases. they said that legal man was not very good. well, try listening to it while walking in the city on the first sunny day of winter, and maybe you'll change your mind. 4. also, is anyone here going to the film festival in edinburgh this summer? nighty night, andrea _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From scooby6 at xxx.com Sat Feb 23 13:33:50 2002 From: scooby6 at xxx.com (scooby6 at xxx.com) Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 13:33:50 CET Subject: Sinister: re scooby driver Message-ID: <20020223123358.46926A633@Mail02.uboot.com> will someone please enlighten me ... "scooby driver"... why does that make robin go "hmm"? i also find that i listen to b and s when alone in the car .. no one else will put up with it *laughing* who cares.. brixton here we come ! scooby (silly nickname for a grrl ) x _____________________________________________________________ new: now with cheeez! the foto community of uboot.com http://www.uboot.com - who r U? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From astrid.wiezell at xxx.se Sat Feb 23 17:37:43 2002 From: astrid.wiezell at xxx.se (Astrid Wiezell) Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 17:37:43 Subject: Sinister: stuart dancing on danish tapdancetables.. Message-ID: <258498714@spray.se> Heeeey. It´s been a while, to quote one of the most tedious songs in history. I haven´t read like the last 200 posts because of my lack of internet at home. So I might have to delete all that because there´s no way I´ll be able to read them. Sorry... DREAM!--NOT TRUE!--DREAM!--NOT TRUE! Had a dream about the B&S-concert I`m going to. It was at a large arena, almost no one there so I had a great view. Stuart comes out with the rest of the Belles. He gets this table up on stage and then he declares that it is, in fact, a danish tapdancetable, which he´ll tapdance on. He steps up on it. And he tapdance on it. Yes, a quite remarkable sight. The other belles are behind him, standing in a square jumping up and down and clapping their hands. Then he jumped off the stage and down to the audience. Everybody starts grabbing him. I get him up, give him a kiss on the cheek and say "You´ll have to get back up there, or you´ll be killed" and then I help him up. I woke up. One of the strangest dreams I´ve ever had.. But somehow, it was in that exact moment that I realised that i´m actually going to *See* them. It still makes me go all dizzy and i can´t really understand it until I see them standing there. Whilst waiting for B&S to come here, I went to see Ryan Adams, he was really great, played for three hours, and I got his pick and the setlist so I am really happy about that. Soon enough it´s time for the strokes as well. that´ll be really nice. yeah. I´m actually listening to the Cure right now. it was ages ago that i listened to them the last time. I´ve only got wish but that´s enough for me. Yesterday it was a horrible snowstorm here. It started around nine in the morning. During my french class when I was doing a test one of the windows blew in, it didn´t fall down but I got snow on my neck which was awful, for the rest of the test. When I walked home that day, it was dark and I almost fell over because it was blowing so hard. It was so horrible! One of the pieces of my headphones actually BLEW OUT OF MY EAR. The wind sort of got hold of the wire. I thought I was going to die or something, it was so scary. Some people have been getting distant to me lately. Well. One person actually. I guess I´m sort of being dumped by him. We´re not a couple, but you know what I mean. As friends he´s dumping me. Or whatever. He just stays out of my life and I think he made it clear that "it´s over". Whatever man. I can´t think clearly now, so just ignore this part of my post. Now though, I´m on holiday. I´ve got something that´s called Sports Vacation, i.e we don´t have to go to school for a whole week, *so* nice! I´m going to Finland via a cruise, with family though, but it´ll be alright. I love Helsinki. Kiasma is fantastic, last year me and my dad went to this exhibition of young finnish artists called Revolutions on Request, it was brilliant! If anyone knows more about them, mail me off-list. I´m getting to know some nice boys finally. At the youth club there are horrible people that like, listens to Shaggy and Shakira and awful crapmusic, but there are some other boys there and they´re so nice, and sweet. And one of them does not look too bad, hehehe. He´s a year younger, but this time I´m thinking "fuck it" instead of dwelling it for ages. We´re all going to Gothenburg for a couple of days in May with the youth club, as thanks because we work at the rocknights and stuff. It´s the boy I like, his friend that´s probably one of the funniest people I know, a pair of twins and probably three girl-friends of mine. I don´t have any friends that are boys. I dunno why. I´m just so shy around boys. But these I can talk to so I feel really relaxed around them. They´ve been to the youth club for ages so we all recognise each other. I saw Billy Elliot for the third time yesterday. I cried. Quelle surprise. I´m going to see Bridget Jones diary tonight. I´m gonna see Lord of the Rings for the third time soon. Nerd, me? Now, where did you get that kind of idea? Ah, whatever. I´m at my grandparents again, so I have to go home now before it gets too dark outside and I get too paranoid. Take care all of you. Love, Astrid x _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Skicka gratis SMS på http://mobil.spray.se +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From astrid.wiezell at xxx.se Sat Feb 23 17:42:42 2002 From: astrid.wiezell at xxx.se (Astrid Wiezell) Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 17:42:42 Subject: Sinister: stuart dancing on danish tapdancetables.. Message-ID: <258500775@spray.se> Heeeey. It´s been a while, to quote one of the most tedious songs in history. I haven´t read like the last 200 posts because of my lack of internet at home. So I might have to delete all that because there´s no way I´ll be able to read them. Sorry... DREAM!--NOT TRUE!--DREAM!--NOT TRUE! Had a dream about the B&S-concert I`m going to. It was at a large arena, almost no one there so I had a great view. Stuart comes out with the rest of the Belles. He gets this table up on stage and then he declares that it is, in fact, a danish tapdancetable, which he´ll tapdance on. He steps up on it. And he tapdance on it. Yes, a quite remarkable sight. The other belles are behind him, standing in a square jumping up and down and tapdancing. Then he jumped off the stage and down to the audience. Everybody starts grabbing him. I get him up, give him a kiss on his cheek and say "You´ll have to get back up there, or you´ll be killed" and then I help him up. I woke up. One of the strangest dreams I´ve ever had.. _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Skicka gratis SMS på http://mobil.spray.se +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From deftones18 at xxx.com Sun Feb 24 02:42:39 2002 From: deftones18 at xxx.com (Joey V Lawton) Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 21:42:39 -0500 Subject: Sinister: who loves irony? Message-ID: <20020223.214411.-3906489.0.deftones18@juno.com> i got tickets to see Belle and Sebastian on May 4th at the Orpheum and they're actually really good seats. hooray for me and everything. and an ultimate bit of irony: it's the same night as my junior prom. i haven't been to a school dance in years, but i actually was planning on going to this one. it's not too bad for me, but i'm going to the show with my friend spencer who's been dating this girl for a year who's actually really excited about going to the prom. it's like some episode of "growing pains" -joey ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/web/. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sophiakatrina at xxx.com Sun Feb 24 04:50:02 2002 From: sophiakatrina at xxx.com (sophia katrina) Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 04:50:02 +0000 Subject: Sinister: p.s. Message-ID: day two of a hideous hangover... on friday night i picked up the phone and called london. no, said the woman, we don't have you on our list of interviewees. thanks for checking, i said. i'm sorry, she said, and i'm sure she was. i wanted to say that it was the best news i'd heard all day but she might have taken it badly. i put on my best 60s op art skirt and diamante earrings and left for the party. outside, the wind was blowing off the bay and i could taste salt in my mouth. i could smell rain. at the tram stop a cricket was singing very loudly. near the plant where the cricket was hiding were two syringes. they had been plunged considerately into the earth so no one would prick their fingers on them. they looked as though they were about to flower. i feel as though i've been granted a stay of execution. an absolution. sophia X _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Cottyn at xxx.com Sun Feb 24 18:16:45 2002 From: R.Cottyn at xxx.com (Richard Cottyn) Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 18:16:45 -0000 Subject: Sinister: 'CHU' are 'KEN'stantl'Y' updating your hit 'P'arade of your 10 biggest puns... Message-ID: <00be01c1bd5f$6cc558e0$b35d7ad5@Cottyn> I'm quite impressed with this pun actually. I've been sat at my computer for the last week and a half thinking it up, with only a fake Jimmy White autograph and a piece of green plastic shaped just like Stuart Murdoch (b&s content!) to keep me company. Looking through recent sinister posts it is quite surprising how many possible puns there are to be made out of the lovely Mr Chu's name. I bet Stuart Murdoch and co do it on purpose to amuse us. I bet in their next album they will try to include a ken pun in every track. Try and find some b&s puns for my name! I gave up after a fw hours. I must tell you this extremely funny story. Well, it really wasn't that funny i'm sure for the person/people involved, but I laughed for a long time, even though I perhaps shouldn't have! Apparently it is tradition for a bride to eat a quails egg on the morning of her wedding day. Well anyway, a girl I know did this and got salmonella from the said egg. She puked as she got to the church and started suffering from a nasty case of diarrhoea. The wedding had to be called off, as did the honeymoon and everything else. All because of a quails egg. So, ladies, the moral of the story. If you ever get married, DO NOT eat a quails egg on the morning of your wedding day.Oh, and for those who wish to know, she did get married in the end :) Can I just boast about my magnificent pun one more time before I end this post?! Thanks! *boast* *boast* etc... Richard (looking very smug) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wandering_days at xxx.com Sun Feb 24 18:58:43 2002 From: wandering_days at xxx.com (Petit Oiseau) Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 18:58:43 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Important Message: Strange Fruit Message-ID: Hi there This will mainly be of interest to those who were subscribers to FruitBowl, the Strange Fruit mailing list, and UK Sinister members, so apologies to those of you elsewhere. Over the weekend, someone logged into the Strange Fruit 'FruitBowl' moderator's Yahoo User ID and deleted all of the mailing lists and memberships. So FruitBowl (the Strange Fruit information service) was deleted (along with the charity Group, LondonIndieUSA). Yahoo have said that they cannot get anything back, so FruitBowl has lost all of its 600 members. So, if you used to be a member of FruitBowl, and wish to rejoin, or else if you were never a member and want to join anyway to get our newsletter and announcements, then you need to rejoin. Either do so through YahooGroups, searching for "fruit_bowl", or go to: www.strange-fruit.co.uk/subscribe/subscribe.htm At the above link you'll find a sign-up box and you can get back on to FruitBowl from there. Alternatively, just respond to me at this email address & we will add you to the list. Please forward this to anyone you think might be interested. Sincere apologies if this has inconvenienced anyone and thank-you to Sinister for posting this message. Thanks for your support, Julia on behalf of Strange Fruit _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rob_brennan at xxx.uk Sun Feb 24 21:55:49 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 21:55:49 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: New photos... Black & White Brighton Funs Message-ID: <20020224215549.13869.qmail@web10506.mail.yahoo.com> Fans of poor quality black & white photography might like to know that there are some photos of the recent Brighton shindig - as well as last year's November piss-up at the Spread Eagle - now lookable here: http://robster75.tripod.com/sinister.html Yes Ken is sat on my knee. No I can't remember why. Robster http://robster75.tripod.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From idleberry at xxx.com Sun Feb 24 22:48:59 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 14:48:59 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Fanzines, Utterances, Cigarettes, Ken. Message-ID: <20020224224859.23604.qmail@web14603.mail.yahoo.com> well, hello! Fancy seeing you here, long time since I've posted. I'm about to Finish working this Friday for the Financial services company I've been with For the past six months. I've become chummy with the IT bloke, and tried to convince him to get "Take your carriage clock and shove it" as the phone thing when you know, people are waiting for the phone, and they go on hold. The hold music, I think its called. But it didn't work. ho well. UsUally I come home from work and fall asleep for a few hoUrs. But I've been making an effort and going on sinister chat. we have sUch smUtty fUn. Its not big, its not clever, bUt it makes me laUgh. Ken will be Upset I'm sUre saying its not big. oops. Cigarettes have found their sneaky way baCk into my mouth again. I don't know why or how, just one day, I was sitting there, and boof, there was a Ciggie hanging from my lip. Never leave your lips unattended. I've also deCided to Continue writing my fanzine. I was going to throw it all in and Concerntrate on sleeping, but I got an interview out of Camera ObsCuras Gav, so thats inspired me. Its hard you know, keeping it going. I mean, SCotland has a handful of good fanzines already. and when theres this slight deterioration in the interest in the loCal sCene, how Can anyone keep it alive? its tough work you know. Knowing though, that there is very little in the mainstream publications for people liKe me, helps. I mean, all I have to do is picK up a copy of the NME and froth at the mouth at how rubbish it is. And when its got Kylie on the cover, you Know that there is no hope of them actually having some unKnown talent between the pages. Lets face it, there is no competition for indie fanzines. The NME is not an indie/underground/alternative publication. Its like being little saplings in a big forest. And theres a huge gap in the folliage above. The toughest bit, is Keeping up the determination, and just worKing away, and loosing money. Maybe you agree with Me. Enough alrEady. love, idles ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wpsalt at xxx.com Sun Feb 24 22:51:25 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 22:51:25 +0000 Subject: Sinister: are cushions really that frightening? Message-ID: <20020224225124.A5975@candle.btinternet.com> I sat opposite the man, and tried to explain about my finances. I tried to explain why I've not had a job for months, and I tried to make him believe me. I don't think he cared. He didn't seem interested in anything apart from going through his how-to-talk-to-clients script. He had someone watching him, which can't have helped. A visiting woman, looking over us and checking that he was doing his job properly. I was trying to sign on the dole, you see. It isn't easy. It involves filling in an incredibly long form, practically a book. They still haven't written to tell me if I am going to be given anything, but in the meantime i have promised them i will go out and look for things. I don't have a bike to get on, though. Sometimes life seems all coherent, as if all the little patches have come together and are making sense. Sometimes, though, everything is broken up into parts and nothing gets done. My life has things in it, but none of them are important, and none of them fit with the others. Just, little episodes. I saw a family of deer the other day. That was one of the episodes. I was zooming out of Glasgow on the train, through all the lovely tower blocks. Just as you start to come into the countryside, there is a bunch of little-used railway sidings; and the other day, four deer were stood about there at the edge of the track, not at all bothered. At least, they didn't seem bothered as I flashed past at whatever miles-per-hour. Freeze-frame. I told the man I want to be a photographer. He said: "it's very hard. No jobs in it. Everyone and his dog wants to be a photographer." The other day I woke up at 4am, terrified. Next to me on my bed I keep a big furry cushion, with a brown-and-cream cowhide pattern. Sometimes, the cat sleeps on top of it. I woke up at 4am, terrified, because I knew that this cushion wanted to attack me. Well. It didn't *want* to, but it was going to do it whatever. The cushion was going to jump on top of my face and stop me breathing. I sat up in bed so that I didn't go back to sleep and give it another chance to get me. I told the man I wouldn't mind working with computers. "Ooh," he said, like a repairman making that sucking-in "this is going to cost you" noise. "lots of people want to do that. You need qualifications. You need career history. We don't see many job opportunities like that." I saw a fox, too, but it wasn't snowing. I was looking for some stuff, out of a shed. I opened up the shed, and inside there was a fox, climbing high up on top of cupboards and cabinets. he didn't run away in a panic; he gently let himself down to the ground, and wandered behind a pile of old electrical cables. I assume he had tunnelled under the walls; that shed had no proper floor. We have to just assume, I think, that our friends aren't going to let us down. Today's "Observer" had a big long profile of Helena Christensen. It contained this quote: "to this day, she can pontificate at great length on the relative merits of Arab Strap vs Belle & Sebastian," and I couldn't help thinking of Celebrity Deathmatch. Maybe I won't ever manage to get a job. I just want to do something I'm going to enjoy doing. It's time for bed. Hopefully, the cushions won't have that attack urge again. love xx caitlin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Sun Feb 24 23:19:11 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 17:19:11 -0600 Subject: Sinister: i've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on. Message-ID: hello sinister. i have always believed that everything happens for a reason. so. there is a reason i have become addicted to dashboard confessional. there is a reason that it was first the swiss army romance during the wait, and the places you have come to fear the most after it has ended. again. nebraska lost a championship game or something. the newspaper is dismayed. the chinese shop was out of rice with brown sauce. or rather, just the brown sauce. none of the messages i left with my loving friends have been returned. yesterday was warm, almost balmy, and today the frigid february winds have returned with a vengeance, reminding me that sometimes sunshine is only false hope and a prelude to ... yeah. but at least my hair looks good. there was another boy at the coffee shop to soften the blow after The Call. he had wandered over to me earlier in the evening, to ask what i was writing. sat down when i said poetry. and then he was off, and i found out again that i have killer eyes and hair, and a mouth to write home about. i think they must think it's sexy, taking the small black box of wooden sticks out of my pale fingers, striking the flame, feeling the glorious tension before the rounded tip of the two-inch rectangle bursts into flame. holding the little fire out, shielding it with a clammy hand, getting that close to my quivering, tear-stained lips. and then, watching me suck the life out of the momentary addiciton, reaching for another before i get down to the filter. watching my killer eyes when i realize that addiciton isn't the same as passion after all, and ignoring the aftertaste. i hate this town. xxx lou _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stankin_cooter at xxx.com Mon Feb 25 01:16:53 2002 From: stankin_cooter at xxx.com (david hewitt) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 11:46:53 +1030 Subject: Sinister: There's actually some content in this one. But it's not my fault. Message-ID: G'day Sinister: You might remember me from such emails as "Interminable Diary Post: Part XXIV" and "Quarter-Arsed Attempt to Make Myself Seem Witty and Interesting". But fear not! I'm merely popping my head in the door to hand-deliver a message from unquestionably our most sorely missed listee. Here it is: Good morning sinisterines, it's been a long time since I've spoken to you. The reason for this is mainly that the email address I was subscribed with disappeared, a sad prisoner of a server moving war. I hold out hope that it will be found alive, but it isn't looking good for jules at inebriated.cx. How sad, I was the only one subscribed to the list from Christmas Island. Anyway, the point of this post is that there's a Belle & Sebastian show in New York in May, and I think that calls for a picnic. After all, there will be several people from #sinister who will be in town that I've not met before, and I trust there will be several from the list too. I'd like to meet you. Besides, those Chicago kids are having a meetup and I'm jealous. Now, I need your opinion. My first instinct was to keep it in Central Park, but I do realize that this is inconvenient on a number of fronts. Prospect Park in Brooklyn has been suggested, due to 1) ability to place soccer there and 2) proximity to O'Connor's, a lovely bar, in the case of rain. Also, there is East River Park. Or some other park. My guess is that none of you will have an opinion, but as a hostess with the mostess it behooves me to try to get as many people to this damned picnic as possible. So if you're going to be in New York May 5 (for the show) and want to meet some truly lovely sinister people (myself included, but some even lovelier) and would like to meet up before the show, please email me and express an opinion on this mundane nitpicky matter! It's more than two months from the picnic, why am I stressing? Well I want everyone to be happy. Yes, I do. Please, email me at jules910 at hotmail.com, and thank you for your attention. Rock on. xoxo Julie Oh, and I should add that it looks like I'll be able to be there myself, but don't let that put you off. I can certainly vouch for the loveliness of many of the local SiniSTARs you'll meet, and I'm very much looking forward to meeting YOU as well. I won't even bitch behind your back about that daft looking haircut, I promise. Well, not too much. What were you thinking, anyway? I'll be the mysterious stranger to whom you find yourself strangely attracted. Or the sweary drunken guy you're slightly embarrassed by. I can never remember which. Maybe I'll wear a badge of some kind. Bulk love, -David. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From snyggtwee at xxx.com Mon Feb 25 02:11:01 2002 From: snyggtwee at xxx.com (skirted pais) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 02:11:01 +0000 Subject: Sinister: ~ dirtily dreamed post number two Message-ID: intellectual and perspiring and pseudosexual and conspiring...: I'm pretty sure I don't have anything to say worth saying to so many of YOU. And I don't even write to the one I used to know, anymore (although, lurker, if you're coming to the Austin concert and want to see me, say the word). +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ~ is it someone that you'd maybe recognise? I know there'll be the Texas Sinister round-up! But maybe an Austin pre-show meet-up? E-mail me if you want in. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ~ i'm lucky i can open the door and i can walk down the street AN YET. My posts end up about the things I try not to talk about usually. It's hard to talk sometimes, with all the words I need to avoid, my mouth ends up with nowhere else to go. But I did say I'd post if Ally posted. And then the wooly wharfing bunny bastard actually went on and DID it. Crikey. Abandon all hope or whatever. ~ unlucky i've got nowhere to go and so i follow my own feet Some people are brave. They know. I know. Emotional pain makes me cringe. Physical pain is okay to talk about. Psychic nausea, that apt description from some other sinister post, dizzies every mind. I was throwing up by the side of the street on my way home. Not cos I was drunk. I was just ill and my apartment was blocks away. It was a long walk (I frew up twice on the way). I had a revelation thinking about that post. That everything was making me sick the same way that my soul gets sick. ~ a choice is facing you a healthy dose of pain a choice is facing you as you stare though the rain It's when all the colours and musical words in the world just don't matter anymore, cos just the light and sound causes an unbearable need to VOMIT. The sole comfort is that it won't last forever. But the time is does last is going to be LONG. The most amazing thing about pain, I think, is the immediacy. For a time, feeling tormented to be kept alive in the world, feeling far too much, and then when it's over...how frighteningly easy it is to forget that time. ~ a choice is facing you but i choose to refrain for today tomorrow we'll be back in trouble again Sometimes I use physical pain to soothe emotional pain. My social worker has suggested that I should perhaps consider getting in touch with my feelings instead of using self-destructive behaviour. That made me smile. She said I have a Cheshire Cat grin. ~ dream one: you had a whole lot of fun with a comedian stop short of going all the way, you'll have to make it someday I meant it though. She takes care of me like no-one else ever did. I can't articulate it all. But I despair sometimes that anyone else ever will. Yeah...well, yeah. ~ why is this happening to you, you're not a child? why is this happening? you've too much on your mind On my 21st birthday, I did NOT get sick as expected. Everyone in the downtown bars and clubs loves you when you are young and drunk on your birthday from all the free drinks. Except a couple places. Reason demanded that some places took exception to my group. I was rude to one of them. Cos the bouncer merely said that there was a dress code and that my friend, with his nice shoes and tucked in dress shirt, did not conform to it. ~ things creep up on you when you are fast asleep you are dreaming, you are sleepy, you are stuck to the sheets But he would not specify which aspect needed conforming. It was darkly suspected that the shiny purple vinyl pants were not conforming to the "NO FAGS" code, but we carried on from there to a gay boy dance club where the pants were quite welcome. We danced even better than we had DDR'd that afternoon. ~ dream two you couldn't see her face, but you saw everything else dream two was pretty special, easily beats loving yourself In the toilets, I clung to the waist of the redhaired friend who had made me surprise birthday dinner of spaghetti and salad and a beautiful pink birthday cake with sprinkles and candles. A lovely 7 foot queen with fuschia braids said we must be twins or lovers to move together the way we did. My straight friend managed to find a straight boy for herself on the dance floor. ~ could you put a name to someone else's sigh? ally, amy applejacks, dannypie, gneissy, honey, kirsten, llew, maddie, mandee... ~ could you put a face to someone else's eyes? oranges, rich, rouss, sammich, stankin, sweetie, vel, zozipea AND SUCHLIKE. ~ but it all fades into morning when you open your eyes Nah, I remember everything. {understated yet charming multiple pelvic thrusts ...and something I dragged in just for the kitten-cat} paisley pssst! if sunnyset posts again, then i will also. yeah, that's a THREAT. _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From MyMomSays at xxx.com Mon Feb 25 04:40:59 2002 From: MyMomSays at xxx.com (MyMomSays at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 23:40:59 EST Subject: Sinister: Ankle-deep in clover, summer must be over Message-ID: <161.95d69a9.29ab1a5b@aol.com> 9:30 PM Sunday I think it's an absolute must for an e-mail to begin with the time and date, and both of those can either be done as I've done above, or they can be written out dramatically--such as, "Dearest listees, it's 9:30 at night and I'm pondering this Sunday that's coming to an inevitable end." Well, I opted for the former simply because I'm not feeling very dramatic. In fact, I am feeling quite goofy and fun. Most of this is attributed to the fact that I just saw "Queen of the Damned" and am pretty excited that it was the Goth movie that was made for my 14 year-old self. The 1994 in me is just screaming with excitement over such a film, and I feel like going back and seeing it again.. I didn't get enough of the pasty-faces and black fishnetting. This was going to be a Richard J. Gillanders appreciation post, but since he won't even get to see it, I don't think I'll bother. But, ol Richie, he's off to Brno and he's a good chap. Instead of a Richard J. Gillanders appreciation post, I'll make this a Richard Pryor appreciation post. This is somewhat in honor of Richard J. Gillanders seeing as Richard Pryor is his priority. And they are best friends in real life. And Richard J. Gillanders also informed me once that "Brewster's Millions" is available on DVD for a mere ten quid! Well, translating that into dollars, that ain't such a good deal - but when taking into account the hilarity of goofy ol' Pryor, I think it's quite worth it! Actually, while scanning the selection at the local Blockbuster Video the other day, I noticed nearly all of the Pryor selected had been confiscated. Had Gillanders snuck into my Blockbuster and raided the selection? "Brewster's Millions" was checked out. So was "See no evil, hear no evil." So was the Richard Pyror stand-up video! I turned to Eddie Murphy, looking for a shoulder to cry on. Beverly Hills Cop I, II, and III were checked out. I settled for "The Golden ! Child." So, according to Neil Robertson, B&S are doing an American tour of sorts! Maybe I'll turn up at the Chicago gig, wearing shades and a wig. This ain't a promise. Although, the shades and wig are definitely a promise. I do not go anywhere at least without my sunglasses.. because, and I've asked a lot of people about this and they've whole-heartedly agreed, shades are the ultimate of status symbols. It doesn't matter if its sunny out--I wear my sunglasses at night, and indoors, much like a Mr. Hart would approve of. But glamour simply cannot rise out of someone unless they are silently judging you from behind sunglasses! And I feel much more confident and snotty when I don't have to make eye-contact. But, taking this into account, I saw "Storytelling" and I just wasn't convinced Scooby was a B&S fan. I wasn't such a fan of the movie, either. Although, now that I am thinking about it, it's making me giggle--in particular, the documentarian and his narration of his film. And Scooby. And the little kid. And Consuelo. But while I was watching it I thought "Gak! This is abysmal!" Later, it gets better. The movie is only good after it's over. "Queen of the Damned" only gets better and better. Well, Sinister, time for me to leave the computer lab and cozy up in my Pound Puppies pajamas. Love, Mandee! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shop at xxx.net Mon Feb 25 13:48:53 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 13:48:53 -0000 Subject: Sinister: More confirmed Belle & Sebastian dates in DC, NY and Germany ... Message-ID: <03c301c1be03$2b9d6840$9426fea9@katrina> details on the website at http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home/ cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop at banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From neil at xxx.net Mon Feb 25 15:25:14 2002 From: neil at xxx.net (Neil Robertson) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 15:25:14 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Oops Message-ID: <027101c1be10$a00f5c80$1984fc3e@neil> Apparently the 2nd NYC date is only 99% confirmed. Sorry, Neil +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Mon Feb 25 15:39:21 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 15:39:21 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Idleberry fucked in a war Message-ID: Finding things to write about can be difficult Until you find inspiration Can I find any inspiration? KNOWS. Idleberry put a cryptic message on her last e-mail, apparently, if you follow the instructions inside the cryptic message you'd find that she's a good shag. Enough about fucks tho, I'm talking about ducks instead. I ate some last night, from my favourite Chinese restaurant on Queensway in London. The restaurant was nice, small but thriving, and they played cheesy Chinese pop tunes in the background, I was surprised to remember some of the old classics. The walls of the restaurant have a line of mirrors going right around, across the middle and you can watch yourself eating, or spy on the pretty Chinese girl sitting at the table behind you. I saw the little corner seat which I remembered was where I used to sit whenever I was going there on my own. But this time I went with friends. I also remembered how nice ducks tasted, it has been about a year since I've last had a duck. A wise old lady once told me that a good duck is worth 100 gold, when I told her I didn't have 100 gold she told me to duck off. Before getting my duck, we also went to play ice-hockey, but without the sticks, nor the puck, nor 5 big armoured men charging at my face, but that never stopped me being tackled onto the ground, by gravity. That did nothing to quench my Winter Olympics aspirations however, as I proceeded to try out figure skating and attempted that trick where you skate on one foot, and the other one where you maintain your grace whilst falling over, I needed further work on both. Stuck for ideas now I'm going to talk about transportation, like trucks, or possibly trains. Travelling on trains on Saturday nights is always fun, for they are always jammed with drunk people, there was one guy who started talking to another guy about how intriguing it was to find that the millenium bridge is slightly curved, rather than straight. Then, at the end of his train journey, he for some reason felt the need to convince me that he wasn't gay, despite carrying a pink flower with him, apparently that was for his mother. I think another person on the train decided that I looked like Grasshopper from the TV series "kung fu", and started doing a rather brilliant impression of the said martial arts master, a much better impression than I. There were also two girls who were very subtly inebriated, and started talking to everyone on the train, quite quietly, except when they gave a "big up" to the so solid crew massiv' who incidentally were on board, the "big up" was only verbal, though, rather than oral, or literal, for which I was disappointed. According to one of the girls, I had a nice scarf, and that my elegant newspaper reading posture appealed to her, I said thanks. I'm sorry this e-mail sucked. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Mon Feb 25 15:45:49 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 15:45:49 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: a weekend wasting Message-ID: the rain is particularly persistent today, doing a great of job of reminding me that, yes, it IS still winter and yes, i WOULD rather be tucked up in bed. it was a strange weekend, floating past in a haze of rain, sugary food and psychoactive drugs. friday night started off well, if surreally, when matt and i were persuaded to go to a quiz night at my parents' rugby club, and came first, winning 6 bottles of wine. i think playing our joker on the harry potter round did the trick, that and our tragically extensive knowledge of eighties/nineties film music... but the less said about the following night, the better. (note to self: your imagination is quite capable of going into overdrive and seeing the world as completely fucked up/amazing/scary without hallucinogens upping the ante.) as if the rain wasn't tragedy enough, i just found out that two of my best friends, together for 14 months, have split up. when they first got together i was briefly (and vocally to this very list) devastated - he was my first love and she was my housemate. but now it's over i feel incredibly sad. i mean, it's been tumultuous to say the least, and this is probably the best thing for them. but it's still sad. although i'm partly being selfish even now, because i don't like change, and (to pile on the melodrama by quoting yeats) all is changed, changed utterly. i can't invite both of them to a social event any more. we can't be a comfortable threesome (no smut intended.) and i don't want to be in the middle - but how i can be there for both of them without betraying both of them? oh well, in happier news, the nicest carsmile there ever was is selling me a spare ticket for brixton, so i'll be able to get hot and sweaty and excited (again, no smut intended, or only a little bit) and dance like no-one's watching and sing like i know all the words after all! i'm having a whole 'minibreak' in london to mark the occasion, so start planning on ways to entertain me, londoners. i know the oportunities for fun are limited without the sea, but i trust you... i also have the minor excitement of knowing that parcel force have a parcel ready for me to collect, but not knowing what the parcel contains... come on, confess: who's been sending me big boxes of chocolates again? of course, i know in my heart that it's probably books i ordered on the internet by mistake... all the others did drugs, they're taking it out on us. luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From carmellie at xxx.com Mon Feb 25 16:19:25 2002 From: carmellie at xxx.com (Carmel) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 08:19:25 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: a month and a half too early :( In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020225161925.2224.qmail@web11603.mail.yahoo.com> I'm going to sulk for just a moment.....Belle & Sebastian are playing half of the cities I'm going to be in about a month and a half too early. I leave for Europe on may 14th (just bought my ticket yesterday!) and while this is a joyous occasion, I just miss my favorite band--dang it! Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wait until they come back and see me in Portland. In other B&S news... I'm in a Bible class right now and we were learning about the Hebrew scriptures and discussing the story of David. So, now every time I think about David, I think Jonathan David--kinda nice actually. It's helped me quite a bit to remember that they were really close in the story. Well I must go research! Cheers, carmel ===== "give me love give me love give me peace on earth" --George Harrison __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From 32573 at xxx.uk Mon Feb 25 16:29:43 2002 From: 32573 at xxx.uk (Richard Kim Jones) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 16:29:43 +0000 Subject: Sinister: what do i do tomorrow Message-ID: well i havent posted for ages so i think i will hehehe hope y'all are doin mighty fine *sends out bubbly huggly hugz* its cold and im in college being bored..IT is sooo dull grrrrr i think i shoud post farmore hmph anyhows im off college tomorrow so any ideas of what i can do would gratefully accepted then looked at hard and finaly laughed at ..hereis what i have come up with anyhows.. 1..go and buy the new hefner ep ands some eyeliner 2..sleep 3..drink all day then say i am just happy 4..go to work and tell my friend kelly to have a nice holiday 5..sleep 6..listen to random records all day and stuff 7..internet [radiohead message board all day marathon!!] 8..do coursework 9..play black and white 10..create even more drivel for my website [*cheap plug* http://nothingatall2.tripod.com] any ideas then please let me know take care y'all *hugz* luv rich xxxxxxx p.s.go listen to sigur rós now im not living im just killing time +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From h.brown6 at xxx.uk Mon Feb 25 16:25:20 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 16:25:20 +0000 Subject: Sinister: i cut my finger and tried to kiss a boy. References: <3C7A4162.188F64C6@camb.linst.ac.uk> Message-ID: <3C7A6570.1BDAB8D6@camb.linst.ac.uk> And now i REALLY wish i hadn't. He helped me find my bag when i was too drunk to see and cut my finger. He kissed it so i tried to kiss him but he was having non of it. He just looked at me as though i had crawled out of a drain. After walking off i heard his mate say "yeh, but shes got a nice arse though", and since then everything has gone downhill. In the last week i have gone gooey about a guy who i dont know, i havent felt like this for ages and i don't know if it is a good thing, you know, going red when you see him in the library and waiting in the bar, hoping he will turn up, it's all bit sad. He wears cute jumpers but i don't know his name. I watched "dancer in the dark" and it was really beautiful and strange. I couldn't get my head round it at first. Having a mixture of harrowing scenes and then going into musical style was bizzarre but i understood why in the end. I cant listen to that album in the same way now, "107 steps" makes a lot more sense. I advise anyone who has the album but hasnt seen the film to see it NOW, but beware it might depress you. Rachel P mentioned the Brixton gig and i know it is a long way off but what shall we all do before and after??? Brockwell park is a 5min bus ride away and it's great (also near my house) so if anyone wants to stay afterwards??? Does anyone know any good bars in Brixton, i don't like that place much, it's soooooo hostile. Rachel P also asked how i'm getting on with giving up procrastinating, well this in itself is evidence that i am not doing too well at it although i did spend all night trying to mix and ended up wanting to throw my decks out the window. Hello to John K, i breifly met him at the end of a gig on monday and i have never had such a big hug off of someone i have never met before, so thanks. i'm off to try and find that guy, for the moment i will call him "alex" and make up lots of ideas about what he is like. love hannahxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x (i'd send you all one but it would take forever, maybe we should share them out) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From 32573 at xxx.uk Mon Feb 25 16:31:58 2002 From: 32573 at xxx.uk (Richard Kim Jones) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 16:31:58 +0000 Subject: Sinister: a month and a half too early :( Message-ID: just to be sulky like yew.... i am not allowed to go see belles in manchester as its on a Tuesday and i have college the next day dammit but when i saw them in preston last year it was on a Tuesday, but nooooooooo...my dad is an arse grrr *hugz* im not living im just killing time +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From 32573 at xxx.uk Mon Feb 25 16:29:43 2002 From: 32573 at xxx.uk (Richard Kim Jones) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 16:29:43 +0000 Subject: Sinister: what do i do tomorrow Message-ID: well i havent posted for ages so i think i will hehehe hope y'all are doin mighty fine *sends out bubbly huggly hugz* its cold and im in college being bored..IT is sooo dull grrrrr i think i shoud post farmore hmph anyhows im off college tomorrow so any ideas of what i can do would gratefully accepted then looked at hard and finaly laughed at ..hereis what i have come up with anyhows.. 1..go and buy the new hefner ep ands some eyeliner 2..sleep 3..drink all day then say i am just happy 4..go to work and tell my friend kelly to have a nice holiday 5..sleep 6..listen to random records all day and stuff 7..internet [radiohead message board all day marathon!!] 8..do coursework 9..play black and white 10..create even more drivel for my website [*cheap plug* http://nothingatall2.tripod.com] any ideas then please let me know take care y'all *hugz* luv rich xxxxxxx p.s.go listen to sigur rós now im not living im just killing time +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stoutrobin at xxx.com Mon Feb 25 17:09:48 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 17:09:48 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Show us yer spuds! Message-ID: Hello I bet you're all dying to know about my potatoes, aren't you? Well, they've now spent a whole week sitting in a egg tray with their bottoms in the air in the hope that they'll sprout tails. So far the biggest one, which I've called Boris, has a stumpy little tail about 3mm long and the runt of the litter, Horace, only has a tiny 1mm one. Oh well, Horace, size doesn't matter. Honest, loads of people have told me that. I squeeze my spuds every morning to make sure they're okay. Once all their tails are an inch long I'm going to plant them in the back garden, which I began to dig at the weekend. I haven't dug up the family pet that seems to be buried in the back garden, as I left an alsatian-sized space around the little wooden cross to be sure. Judging by the size of the cross though, I'd say that although it's definitely bigger than a hampster, and it can't be a goldfish (because, as we all know, goldfish heaven lies just around the U-bend) it's more likely to be a moggy or a terrier than an alsatian. But I thought I'd better be safe. On the way back from the cinema last weekend, still feeling a little bewildered after seeing a crazy Japanese film about racoons with giant shapeshifting bollocks, we met three Spanish girls pushing a shopping trolley full of tupperware. They told us they were flying back to Spain the next day and were giving away all their stuff. Their stuff seemed to consist largely of tupperware, but we were lucky enough to go away with a radio. It was blue and quite cute. I was listening to that radio on Friday and they were talking about how Nokia has produced a range of ringtones in conjunction with the RSPB which sound like birdsong. My favourite one was the Common Gull. They phoned up the man from Nokia who'd composed them. He was Finnish, but spoke English very well, and was talking about how he'd composed them when his own mobile* went off; "What tune have you got on yours?" asked Simon "Chips 'n'" Mayo. "Well," said the man, "I get so fed up of hearing all these stupid little tunes all day that I decided last year to choose one tune and stick with it. I decided to choose something that I really like. So I chose the theme tune to Bergerac**." "Bergerac!?" "Mmm, yes Bergerac. You know, John Nettles. Very exciting!" No content at all, to be honest. You might as well have gone and made a cup of tea. Robin x * American: a cellphone ** American: a tv show sort of like Magnum _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dahling007 at xxx.com Mon Feb 25 17:34:55 2002 From: dahling007 at xxx.com (stacey dahling) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 17:34:55 +0000 Subject: Sinister: back in the u.s.s.a Message-ID: I woke up this morning with the biggest reality hangover. I am no longer in Greece. I am not even in London. I am in my tiny, constricting childhood bedroom in Johnston, Rhode Island. It is 6 a.m. and my dad can be heard quietly getting ready for work and his pre-work daily church visit. My mom is still snoring, but within minutes will be up fluttering around the house, cleaning things that are not dirty, making my waking hours miserable. I don�t think living at home has ever been worse. It�s a combination of things, really. First off, I haven�t lived at home in... years. Secondly, I�ve just returned from the most free, independent living situation ever. And I�m acutely aware at all times that I should still be in this situation, if it were not for overzealous customs officials and possibly Fate, who has a sick sense of humor. In addition to this, I believe my mother has gotten more anal, if this is in fact possible. This is a woman who rushes over to the kitchen sink after you have used it so she can wipe it dry; it�s stainless steel and must be preserved so it maintains its gleam, see. No sooner had I set foot off the bus and hopped into her car than she was matter-of-factly informing me that I am not allowed to leave the house unless my room is immaculately clean. And there has already been an inspection. An INSPECTION! I was home a total of two days before I had to escape to western Massachusetts to visit my old stomping grounds. Before I left, my mom came into my room and almost had a heart attack when she saw the disarray of my SHOES in the CLOSET. Apparently, each pair should be lined up perfectly and symmetrically. You�ve got to be kidding. No. When I returned last night I discovered she hadn�t stopped there. After I left, she came in my room and rearranged things. She even took the bath towel I had draped over the door handle for drying and quick access and hung it in the closet, on a hanger, like a nice pair of trousers. Ack! My reality hangover is especially horrid because I fell asleep last night after spending hours getting gloriously giddy looking at trip photos and giving them silly captions. (These photos are, incidentally, online and ready for your perusal at two locations: http://photos.yahoo.com/dahling007 under the album labelled sinister - also includes previous sini photos, so forgive me if you�ve seen em. Or www.geocities.com/dahling007/photos10.htm has silly captions, but may take awhile to load and sometimes is down I got a little tear in my eye seeing Ken�s graceful bowling release and Nick�s hip-swaying Elvis karaoke number. Don�t fret. I don�t intend to make this an enormous trip wrap-up reporting back post like last time I was in the UK. Because now that I am back in the land of isolated listees with no picnic potentials, I can again sympathize with the jealousy and misery these posts can produce. Suffice it to say, I had a fantastic time and met loads of wonderful people who have truly become my friends. And I miss them terribly. It was especially nice because it was a UK visit I was not exactly planning. I had eight days to pack all my things and reassemble my life after learning I was being forced to leave Greece. So each activity was unexpected and none disappointed. Karaoke, bowling, ice skating, beach huddles, arcade games and lots and lots of drinking - all did wonders taking my mind off the not-so-pleasant realities of my situation. But of course, now I can no longer avoid them. I managed to, for the weekend. I talked my mom into letting me borrow my dad�s brand new car - even though I am not insured and haven�t been behind the wheel for 10 months; quite a feat, eh? - and sped away to Northampton. Seeing old work colleagues and sources was more gratifying than I thought possible. No one was expecting to see me. They were all shocked. And thrilled! People jumped out of their seats and ran up to hug me. I was pulled in every which way; everyone wanted to hear what had happened to me. I felt so loved. Really. It was touching. I went to the police station and courthouse, where I had spent so much time hobnobbing with cops and criminals alike, and was met with a similar reception. I almost cried. We like to think the relationships we make on the job are real ones, but are often disappointed to learn that they disintegrate almost as soon as we leave. But this was not the case at all. Even the waitress at the lunch place across the street remembered my order. Also awaiting me at the newspaper was a letter from a man who had been the subject of an article I had written shortly before leaving. He was a brain injury patient who had been struggling for five years to leave a rehabilitation center where he had been placed for a temporary visit. All he wanted was to come home. But the government wouldn�t let him. It was a sad story, because the guy had so much hope, and I had to dash it all by contacting the government and finding out he had absolutely no chance of ever getting out. Well, turns out my article changed that. Apparently, some senator read the thing and got so upset he advocated on this guy�s behalf, and he has now been released. He wrote my editor, saying: �It is recommended that Stacey Shackford receives a substantial raise in pay. She did a wonderful job writing a story about my struggles with the state. It worked and I�ll be moving to Pittsfield. I�m a happy man. Thank you, Stacey.� Aww! There is no greater reward than that, really. The short trip did wonders cheering me up about being back home. I saw old friends, went to our old bar and laughed until my sides hurt as a sports boy with an overpowering Boston accent ranted about how he�d rather have sex with chicken than a man. I went ice skating, shopping and gossiping with a girlfriend. I had breakfast at an authentic sugar shack, where my pancakes were smothered with maple syrup ladled directly out of the cauldron boiling with sap dripping in from the trees. I had coffee with my favorite professor and idol, who gushed over me and suggested we collaborate for an article on comparative media ethics for an academic journal. (I also had a mini Sinister meet-up, with the lovely Andreea, and spent nearly three hours talking non-stop about the bunch of you! Ha.) And then I returned here. And what awaits me but a week that promises to be full of stress and anxiety as I do laundry, run errands, begin the job and loan search and try not to kill my parents. Sigh. I guess I shouldn�t complain too terribly because at least there is an end in sight. In August, I shall be returning to Glasgow, and there I will stay for at least a year. I will be reunited with all my wonderful new friends. I will once again be free. But until then.. oh, it will be torture. And motivation to get my ass in gear and make sure it all happens. Oh yes. Anyway.. that�s about it on this front. Thanks to everyone who was so spectacularly supportive during my difficult time. And to those who entertained me/put up with me while I was in Sinisterland. Huge hugs and kisses and ghetto shout-outs to y�all. MWAH! ~dahling ps: I seem to remember Ms. Kara Jean putting a call out for any Boston-area listees who might fancy a pre-show meet-up. I�m not sure if there�s been a response (I haven�t actually read the list in a month, admittedly) but there should be! I�m game. And there�s a UMass-Dartmouth boy who better be getting his ass there as well. And I bet there are more. Anyway.. if Kara Jean hasn�t volunteered her services as picnic mummy, I will. pps: apologies to all those to whom I owe email. eventually. _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chinacat81 at xxx.com Mon Feb 25 17:52:45 2002 From: chinacat81 at xxx.com (Kirsten Kenyon) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 11:52:45 -0600 Subject: Sinister: i'm not going anywhere, but i don't care, i think that's FINE Message-ID: <5B33B02EFAFD5154DBFC25251DFF3D6B@chinacat81.wildmail.com> i must not have been fully awake as i drove to school this morning. all i could make out were vague shapes, outlines of cars and trees and golden arches through the heavy snow and through my eyelashes, as my eyes refused to open completely until i was about a mile from the university, at which point i found that i was staring at the grimy rear end of a silver tank mounted on a truck. the tank's contents were made clear by the lettering on the back (assuming, of course, that the tank contained MILK and not "up yours"), and soon i was considering what a delightful piece of video footage it might make if i were to accidentally crash into the milk truck. snowflakes, grey exhaust and a surging, bubbling wave of cold white milk rushing over my windshield. it would have gone quite well with the music playing, and the mental image of smooth milk and broken glass was something shockingly exquisite until i realized that the tank was made of steel and my car is a piece of crap, and i would surely lose consciousness on impact and miss the whole thing. so i turned up the radio and passed the truck, sped up the hill and parked outside westview hall. a westview, a northview, and a southview, all bleak panoramas of drab rooftops and gravel pits. there's no eastview, because east is just a parking lot. i was carefully making my way up the icy steps when i heard something terrible. i noticed a tiny trickle of something running past my feet. i doubt it was milk. i looked up to see a scrawny, snowflake-studded boy seated at the top of the steps, hugging his knees, his narrow shoulders shaking at the pitiful noises he made as he vomited down the steps of westview at 7:58 on a monday morning. i felt last night's vodka stirring in my stomach and came dangerously close to joining him, but when my mouth opened, all that came out was "jesus." i handed in my research paper about illiteracy in america and spent about forty five minutes watching pierre's adam's apple slide up and down as he rattled off a monotone monologue about mla citation procedures, vital information i thought we had all learned in the eighth grade. i nodded from time to time. i drew beautiful ladies and tapdancing ice cream cones and milk trucks and adam's apples in my notebook. some guy inquired as to pierre's office hours, and he practically jumped out of his nine-weeks-from-retirement skin as he eagerly recited the hours. the girl next to me, peering at pierre over the heavy, black rims of her glasses, leaned over and whispered, "oh my god, look how excited he is." and i nodded, because he was obviously immensely pleased that someone was showing interest in an out of class consultation, but i felt just awful because someday i'll probably be nine weeks from retirement, wearily reciting pages of the mla handbook to snotty college students who vomit on monday mornings and wouldn't think twice about wasting milk. no matter how many times you repeat the rules, there's always one dope who neglects to alphabetize his works cited page. love kirsten Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From JENOWL22 at xxx.com Mon Feb 25 21:15:54 2002 From: JENOWL22 at xxx.com (JENOWL22 at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 16:15:54 EST Subject: Sinister: Starshine Message-ID: <133.9faf90e.29ac038a@aol.com> Hewwo, My spyder. Is here in my room and being all spyder like. I got her, and my mum let me and didn't pull out or anything. Her name is Bessie, she's a girl ( not 100% sure, but her abdomen's pretty big so its pretty likely) she's a Curly Hair tarantula and she's only a quarter grown so she's just little. One day though she'll grow up all big and strong. She's so tiny, sometimes she'll be playing and she'll cling round my fingertip with her little legs, and even the crickets she eats are so tiny, and a bit mingy. They sometimes make noise during the night, and they make my skin crawl to look at. She's so fast too, I fed her a cricket and she just looked at it wandering along and then suddenly out of nowhere she jumped on it and played with it because she's a clever little sweetheart then she killed it and wrapped it up in silk for later. I wish she would eat skittles instead, but if I feed her those she might die and I don't really want that. She spends a lot of time hiding under a little log that I got for her to make a hideyhole from. I think it's cause she's too small for the tank still, cause the tank's for a fully grown tarantula and not a little babby like her. She's never bit me yet either, not that it wouldn't be swell to go into school with tarantula bites just like if I was an explorer in the jungle. But I'm glad she hasn't bit me, because I want for us to be friends. Me and Bessie and Bessie and me. And bubbles the fish too, so he won't get jealous. We can be Jen's family, and have adventures once bubbles gets round to building his robot fish suit. We had snow at the weekend. Oh, and I got into university to be a dentist. Well, it's a conditional, because I have to get four A's and a B first, but it's still pretty swell. Even though I'm not a big genius type so I'll have to work till I'm nearly dead, but it'll be very much worth it if I can manage it. We had the fertility awareness people come to our school, which happens to be catholic. They told us that if you have sex before you're about 20 then you'll get cancer, if you go on the pill you'll get cancer for definate, and if that doesn't get you then you'll get blood clots from nowhere, condoms are 40% effective, even if you use the pill and condoms you will still get pregnant, everyone who has sex before marriages has at least 1 STD and is on drugs, if you have sex before you're married then you are dirty and your friends and family and god will hate you, the rhythm method is foolproof, AIDS can eat through condoms. And she also told us there was no point because under 20's are too irresponsible to pop a pill every day or put on a condom, so of course you should use the rhythm method as it is much easier to chart out your mentrual cycle. And this priest gave us a mass about how you should never masturbate because its evil and god will get you and you shouldn't have sex with animals and that god made Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve so gays are evil. Pig. So I informed the lady who came to talk to us that she was mental, and she was just ever so slightly talking blah and she said what do you mean I've used the rhythm method all my life, and I said how many kids do you have and she said 5 and I said I rest my case the only reason the church approves the rhythm method is because it doesnt work and I said that no wonder there were so many teen pregnancies most of them were probably catholic girls who'd been to one of her talks, and that the whole thing especially what the priest said was mokeish and she defended the priest and I said that the priest was probably either bitter because he wasn't getting any, or feeling guilty because he'd just had a fly one and no wonder so many priest turned out to be child abusers and she said if I said one more word she'd throw me out and I said if she said one more word of her mental rubbish i'd leave and then she beed quiet so I won yay. No offense to any catholics on sinister, but my school is just a bit mental. One of the hard kids who never got expelled for nearly killing me when I had to get operations and all that internal bleeding got expelled later on for skipping mass or something. One time I got spat on for having on the catholic school uniform when I was 12 and it was scary, being as I'm not even one of them. I think my parents weren't very happy being as both are, and my mum used to be a nun and everything. I just hate my school, you walk in and this wave of despair hits you, and even though you can't see it you know there's at least ten kids getting beat up for their lunch money and some 11 year olds smoking in the loos and some girl sitting on the toilets crying because the RE was screaming about how gays were going to hell, and she fancies a girl in the year above her, or you can see all the crucifixes glaring at you, a dead jesus in every room nailed to a bit of wood, which isn't the world's most fluffy thing to look at. Which is why I have to escape, because the big rebellion I've got going on in my head is getting tired and I'm not going to change anything so I should run as fast and as far as I can before all the hate and fear and ganging up on people and hardness and coldness and mentalness grabs me and pulls me down and I spend the rest of my life feeling guilty and bitter and dirty the way I did after that sex talk thing. It's like this big prison, and all I have to do is get the grades I need and I can maybe dig a tunnel under the floor and go out and away and forget any of it ever happened and pretend that the hard kids never existed, and the teachers were actually really really nice and friendly, and no one got brainwashed or hurt or damaged and no one ever feared god. I woke up this morning and I felt like i'd been all over america ever though I hadn't. I hope B&S play new york, not because it's anywhere near me, but just because I think it would be nice for them. Ah, I'm being all depressing. Last week was long and many many things of badness happened. One of them NOT being my spider though. She's swell. Hugs, Jen (or Jenny which people have taken to making my name. Not Jaz though, she calls me captain.) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From halighhalou at xxx.com Mon Feb 25 22:47:29 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 16:47:29 -0600 Subject: Sinister: such a stellar monument to loneliness Message-ID: hello sinister. all right. i have been whining and whatnot about this for ages, and tried it once. to no avail. but sitting here in the newsroom yet again, i feel like giving it all another go, and expecting no replies. not to steal any thunder from miss amazing amy applejacks' amazing midwestern shindig, i propose (again) to double the heartland shenanigans and have another picnic. and again, i shall propose it to take place in the amazing nebraska area in an effort to drag everyone to me, really, but also to convince the many people of the world that nebraska is, in fact, not one big cornfield after all. (think about it; lincoln is halfway between mandee and kirsten! halfway between mandee and bron! and directly to me! comecomecome!) write back (off-list, of course) if you have any interest or non-interest, or any other non-picnic interesting things to say. also, thanks to whoever crush voted me. i love those; they make me happy, and ever-so-hopeful that romeo is only late, not dead. love and fatalistic picnic planning (and really amazing amounts of boredom), lindseyannelou _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From scottneiss at xxx.com Tue Feb 26 00:52:26 2002 From: scottneiss at xxx.com (Scott Neiss) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 16:52:26 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: life is beautiful Message-ID: <20020226005226.10706.qmail@web20109.mail.yahoo.com> As if from a lucid dream, I�m emerging from a weekend of perfection with renewed hope and gratitude. When my brother lost his corporate job a few weeks ago, I offered to fly him out to Seattle from rural Wisconsin (of all places). Separated by geography, tastes, lifestyle, education�he and I have mostly neglected our relationship since we were young children. As a teenager, I suppose I was guilty of all the nasty things so typical of older brothers�ridicule, teasing, and competition. He lived his life and I mine. Sure, we�d exchange a few emails and see each other a few days a year�and everything was fine, but we were simply too caught up in our separate realities and the gap was too great. This has all changed. We should have been twins. From the moment he arrived, we could so effortlessly and freely speak about anything. His perception of the world is, at its core, the same as mine. He lives from the heart. He�s an idealist. A romantic. An artist. A bohemian who has been deeply scarred by a reality that does not align with his soul. His emotional, spiritual, and intellectual intelligence far exceeds his experience and position in life. Imagine, my bro, an evening-and-weekend techno artist (DJ Fuse) from small-town Wisconsin, opening himself up to all that Seattle has to offer. Like a sponge, he spent the entire past several days absorbing everything�listening, observing, but more importantly sharing. We so easily judge each other�we condemn friends, strangers, and family. Yet when we become mature and open enough, we understand that everything is okay. We are all connected and everyone is truly okay. How deeply saddening it is that ideas, values, morals, positions, whatever�should get in the way of human relationships. This is especially true with family. Nothing is so important that it should come between family. So after a night out with my wife and brother in Queen Anne�followed by a walk on a misty Saturday night by the Space Needle, we cranked Rufus Wainwright (I'd already listened to too much B&S during the weekend) while driving home to our apartment. When we had finally arrived at 1:30, none of us had intentions of going to bed. Several hours later, we found ourselves listening to The Beattles, burning incense, and savoring a 1968 Tokaj Konac that we picked up in Slovakia and had been saving for the perfect moment. 1968 was a significant year in Czechoslovak history. It was the year of Prague Spring�during which revolution was ended with tanks sent from Russia. How perfect, we thought, that farmers in Czechoslovakia in 1968 may have been listening to Strawberry Fields on a summer evening during harvest�and now, there we were, in Seattle 34 years later�still hoping and burning for a social and political revolution just as they had. Well, maybe we couldn�t change the world that night, but by 5:00 AM we had changed our lives. We laughed, we loved, we celebrated life�and we woke up at noon, watched a French movie, and felt absolutely no regrets, no awkwardness, and not even a headache. So, as I write this today, my wife is on a plane halfway to Detroit for a business trip, my brother will be returning to a rather miserable reality tomorrow, and I�m finding it impossible to transition into yet another boring, common day at a job that slowly kills me. We will all pay a price for this weekend, but for a few days we were truly alive. Sorry this message is kind of...heavy. I just felt like sharing... __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elf-angel at xxx.com Tue Feb 26 02:49:09 2002 From: elf-angel at xxx.com (Bron) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 20:49:09 -0600 Subject: Sinister: frosty love Message-ID: this evening it's snowing. usually, i hate the snow. but it's not bad, not this time. i walked in it tonight. i strolled actually. i smiled and felt bad for all those people driving cars...because they had no idea what they were missing out on in the fresh open nighttime air. this evening. in my portable cd player i had a mixed trance cd my ex-boyfriend made for me just recently. track 5 is a tranced-out version of a song i remember from high school: 'ordinary world', i forget who sang it, it's a nostalgic song for me...i taped it randomly off the radio one day back in the 90's, and played it over and over again, till i taped over it. and then high school was over. this morning. my ex-boyfriend stole my heart and left me with a true love for techno about two years ago. we've talked on occasion since he left me, but not recently (except for when he randomly gave me this cd of his finest mixing work) so this morning, on my way to my first class, i was feeling light, i knew the sun was more inside my eyes than in the sky, and out of nowhere he drove by. i saw him see me as i biked down the sidewalk...i felt beautiful. he hasn't loved me for a long time. but for the first time, it was fine for me not to love him. for the first time, i loved myself...without him. return to this evening. tonight as the snow fell, it was perfect. ~~~dreadful word: "perfect" ~~~so i'll try not to use it again, but for the sake of this post, i'll use it just this once. my old lover's techno played in my ears, the falling of the cold wetness felt like kisses on my face, the massive white fingers of the bowing tree branches were begging gravity to lend them down just a little more...just to touch the ground in which they've been so curious about since the sky is all they've truly known, the uniformity of the ground of which the tree branches cursed me for stepping on...just because i could, the peace i breathed beneath my skin. random note of the day. in my class on monday and wednesday evenings there's a quiet boy who sits across the room. he's slightly pudgy, has fire red hair, a pink face, and wears a john mellencamp t-shirt on occasion. i wasn't impressed with him at all until tonight. he didn't do anything extraordinary, he just sat there as always. but i appreciated him. i don't know why. i just did. tonight it was frosty. tonight there was love. ---your mountain mama sweetheart X ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amy.longcore at xxx.com Tue Feb 26 02:44:55 2002 From: amy.longcore at xxx.com (amy.longcore at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 21:44:55 -0500 Subject: Sinister: richard cottyn vs jonathan david Message-ID: I know ken's a punner Well, we're all punners too Richard, Even you It's always as if we're being set up for more There've been worse puns in this world >From worse than archel and cottyn and chu I was the pun to your normal statement Just a thing Well I thought about this Then richard came 'round and punned all day I thought he disliked puns but somehow I was wrong I know chu doesn't mean to sound gay But it's ok It's not like he'll be thwarted It's not like he'll never be rubbed And he'll DDR for you he'll hold your glands (hold out your glands) You'll be chus' pun bitch There's no other way And I will lick ken someday Well chus' puns have grown on her Well richard likes puns too Now Archel, so do you It's not as if you are a punning whore There are worse things in this world There's still room on chus' punning horse for two We were cottyn to your richard, Just a thing Visions of puns recollected Will I ever get to rub chu? I know that I haven't it's time for chu to go! It's all in the puns that he wrote I want chu to know It's not like Richard Cottyn Will never know pun love And sini will smile on you We'll fall like sand (fall like sand) We'll have pun fun there's no other way People say that puns are really strange Puns are so strange But we'll laugh Chu and her are no pun haters They will be funny then they'll sign off Funny then they'll sign off sorry, amy +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From fairyjuice at xxx.com Tue Feb 26 07:30:44 2002 From: fairyjuice at xxx.com (Carly) Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 07:30:44 GMT Subject: Sinister: Airplanes, Gusty Winds, and Summersaults Message-ID: <20020226.023047.20467.39568@wm9.jersey.juno.com> Dear Sinister, This is my first post so bare with me...We went to our flying lessons (I go to a private school, and during Febuary we get to all these really neat things instead of having regular school.), and I was excited and all cause it was only my second lesson. But, it was very windy and every time I tried to pilot the plane i would start to turn in some awkward way, in made my stomach do summersaults. In those little two seater planes, the wind just tosses them around sometimes. The good thing was that I flew next to my friend and we talked over the radio. We flew to an amusment park, and it looked soo great. When we were heading back my friend did a spin to the ground that was just incredible (I was so proud of her!). that was the good part of my day. Later on I made some girls laugh, which I usually can't do. It's weird, I used to try to be all funny to them, but now their sense of humor doesn't seem very mature to me, so making them laugh wasn't very satisfying. Then the girls started talking about what they are going to wear tomorrow when we go to an islamic center. I don't think they have anything else to talk about. I feel sorry for them. I don't think they really care too much about what they're going to wear, they just need something to fill up thier time with. Then my (i don't want to say "my best friend" cause she's not, well not exactly, so i'll just call her "applejuice", cause that's what we call eachother sometimes), so applejuice asks me to come and watch her card trick that one of the pilots taught her. We had a good time talking while she did her card trick. But then I started being funny, i guess, and applejuice thought I was so funny and all, I was just being a little sil! ! ly. Anyways, I'm sitting there with someone who's, like falling off thier chair laughing, and I'm just sitting there, it wasn't all too great. And there's the guy, I haven't really told anyone about him, I wasn't sure if I should tell anyone, cause at school, they'd probably just point at him every time he walked by, just to emberass me...anyways, here's the story (it's not too long)- It was at dance class (he took a two week dance class with me and a couple of other friends). We were practicing this really goofy dance, so everyone was all happy and in a good mood. We started talking and we ended up talking for a really long time. We laughed soo much, I connected with him so much better than I usually do with people. But it only lasted a day, i think it was only because we're from different social groups. And ever since then I've had this fantasticly stupid crush on him. For me, if I am friends with a guy then it's cool, but once I start liking him I act all girly and stupid,! ! and I want to stop acting all giry and stupid, but it's hard. So with most guys i give up on them cause i've acted like such a dork in front of them. but I don't want to give up on this guy, I really really like him. here's what I'll do, i'll set a goal, I usually don't, but I could use something to aim for. I'm going to try to have another great day with him in the next week, no two weeks. gosh, I hope this lasts more than just a day! I hope everyone is doing well. I also wanted to thank all of you who have been writing such beautiful posts, they're great to read at the end of a not-so-beautiful day, cheers, Carly ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/web/. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lokar20 at xxx.com Tue Feb 26 08:31:32 2002 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 02:31:32 -0600 Subject: Sinister: what (thump thump thump) is (thump thump thump) the light (thump...) Message-ID: Good late night/early morning to you all, I noticed something tonight. I went to see Lord of the Rings again with some friends, because I do not feel I was in a very good frame of mind the last time I saw it (coming off trains then a flight from Gatwick to Atlanta to Mobile does not make for a good movie-viewing mood). I actually really enjoyed it this time, and the editing didn't seem so bad. Anyway. I got home and realized that my friend Josh had cleaned up the living room. This thrills me to no end, because there is not much better in life than a clean habitat. I think Stacey's mother would agree with me on this. However, the real difference was the lights. When I first moved into this house 20 or so months ago, the main light source in the living room came from the irregularly shaped bulbs from the overhead light/fan. The fan never worked. Anyway, those bulbs eventually died, and they broke. I couldn't replace them. So I moved to the two lamps in the room. This was a great feeling and it made everything different. When I came back from the UK this christmas, my friends had not only rearranged the furniture, but they took out the broken lamps and lit the entire room with white, small christmas lights in the icicle formation. This was very exciting as well. I just loved it. However, these strands of lights have slowly been dying over the past few weeks, and a change was needed. They all died tonight, and when I got home, had been replaced with one of those lights with a handle and an extension chord used for moving about in the attic. This excites me. Interestingly enough, tonight, the bathroom light died as well. One attempt at...using the facilities...lit only by a zippo-knock-off lighter failed. So my friend changed BOTH light bulbs instead of the one we've been using for so long. Now the bathroom is lit very brightly and shaving was much more fun. It really is the small things in life, isn't it? Trying desperately to find my Duran Duran Greatest Hits CD, -Matt P.S. Something like this may not warrant a sinister post, but after a night of frustrating Claw Machine battles and a string of lovely posts, I felt the need to do something (and not sleep). P.P.S. Does the second season of Twin Peaks depress anyone else? _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk Tue Feb 26 13:18:54 2002 From: Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk (Gardiner, Stuart) Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 13:18:54 -0000 Subject: Sinister: There are three kinds of people. Those who can count, and those w ho can't. Message-ID: <579C0CAF497CD511AD4D00508BBD7AAC6419EC@pikachu.ntu.ac.uk> Another weekend, another night spent getting drunk. I should take a bit of time to give my liver a rest. Maybe next year. The occasion this time was a reunion for everyone I went to college with in my undergrad days. And a very strange event it was too. I've never been to a proper reunion before, since I have no desire to go anywhere near the people I went to school with, so it was a peculiar experience. Of course, most people looked and acted exactly the same as they always did, give or take the odd bad hairdo. More interesting is what people have chosen to do with their lives. There's the people who became investment bankers or the like when they left, some of whom have stuck with it, some of whom have dropped out completely and taken a year or to off because they finally realised that having a life was more important than having money. Then there's the people who chose decent jobs which they enjoyed in the first place, who are generally the happiest. And then there's the people like me who decided being a student was far too much fun and decided to stay put. Oh, and there's the scary number of people getting engaged / married. About 3 years ago, I went to the wedding of my first proper ex. That was scary - I had a lucky escape. It's much better to stay single, footloose and fancy-free, able to enjoy life to the full. Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself. Fact of the day: it is physically impossible for a human to lick their own elbow. In the last digest (which featured a pleasantly large number of my favourite listees), Robin said: "I squeeze my spuds every morning to make sure they're okay." Just so long as he doesn't do it in public. Anyone who is remotely interested in the world should read about the latest efforts from the racist, arrogant, near-fascist US government at http://news.independent.co.uk/world/americas/story.jsp?story=139913. Of course, the fact that I've just slagged off the US now means that this email will automatically be picked up and read by their intelligence services (probably the ones based at Menwith Hill in North Yorkshire...). So hello there, hope you're doing well. Big Stu About 75% of the people who read this message have just tried to lick their elbow. See, I told you it was impossible. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk Tue Feb 26 14:05:12 2002 From: mbbx9ff2 at xxx.uk (Fiona Fairbairn) Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 14:05:12 BST Subject: Sinister: the big monkey said to the little monkey "oo oo oo" Message-ID: <9F8B33377D@mail1.mcc.ac.uk> i just remembered why i'm on this list... it's because so many of those who dwell here are so damn lovely. i send one badly written, whiny post and i'm overwhelmed with messages of sympathy and empathy from all over the world. thanks everybody. i still haven't told my mum quite how bad my exam results were, but i'm feeling more positive about it. not on a lighter note, but on a similarly dismal one, i am currently suffering from a quite unpleasant skin complaint (you know you want to hear about this) that has made my face all dry and blotchy and itchy. the doctor won't help, so whilst wandering around harvey nicks* (dahling) yesterday with my mum, we stumbled across a stall in the cosmetics department with a fish tank and big signs telling us of how a physicist from NASA invented a magic face cream made from fish. intrigued i had a consultation with a scary posh woman who was wearing too much orange make-up (you should have seen the horror on her face when i told her i sometimes wash with soap) and my mum ended up spending over £150 on cosmetic products. i never envisioned myself as the sort of person who would use £75 moisturiser, at least not until i was rich and famous anyway, but apparently now i am. not sure why i just told you that, but it makes me feel glamorous, even though i don't look it just now. ~~content alert~~ are there any plans afoot to meet up before the gig in manchester? if there are someone email me, and if not i don't mind being in charge of generating some. so, assuming nothing is already happening you may send me ideas or expressions of interest for a manchester pre-gig meetup. i also have secret plans for afterwards which i may be persuaded to share if bribed handsomely. thanks again for being who you are, love and lollipops, fiona. *for the uninitiated (non uk) a really expensive department store ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ visit http://clubindigo.net +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Tue Feb 26 15:04:43 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 15:04:43 +0000 Subject: Sinister: nice day for a post Message-ID: You know your day is gonna be good when, you know how a ring of keys sometimes come undone on their own and keys drop out, well my keys did that last week and I never bothered to put them back together, but today after putting both bits of the keyset into my pocket they miraculously slotted themselves back together all on their own. Now I have just one, whole, set of keys again and I'm happy. Later on I received some lovely stuff through the post, I thought I had my own stalker when I opened my door today and a guy was standing there, but it was just the postman giving me a bunch of posts. One of the posts was a nagging mail from scottish powers about how I haven't yet paid my gas bills, which wasn't particularly good news except - I noticed that the cheating bastards had used "estimated" values (i.e. they were too lazy to actually come round and check my meters and so they just GUESSED how much gas I used) - and their guestimates were like 3 times too much so I can phone them now and my bill will be cut by a third. :) Speaking of cutting short... There's a lady in the office here who is really small, like about 4 feet tall. I never noticed how little she was, maybe she was below my line of sight, or maybe I just have a shortcoming in observations... there was this other girl in my office, who I just knew had something wrong with her, something that's not quite right about her but I could never figure out what it was, until one day, it hit me like a giant mallet, that she had a giant mullet! In true 80s news presenter style too, with a pair of 80s news presenter glasses. Anyhow, when I walked past the 4 foot lady earlier today I suddenly wondered what it would be like if I were reeeally short (like even shorter than I am now) - I'd be really seeing things from a different perspective, and how convenient it'd be to be able to burrow through things rather than having to go round them because I'd be so small. Or what if I were reeeally tall (like even taller than i am now)? Like I can tip-toe and I can immediately see things over a huge brick wall.. In our office, where the photocopier is they have a few these 6' tall cupboards that formed a cubicle-like thing around the copier, the walls are just high enough so that anyone above 6 foot can casually spy around the office over the cupboards whilst bearing the photocopying chores - everyone else would have to either tip-toe really hard, or (*gasp*) jump to see anything, which incidentally would make one look, eloquently put, like a prick. Not that I've tried. And if I were very tall would I also start spending my whole life counting how many bits of dandruff people have just because I can see their scalps? Dandruffs and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tompettinger at xxx.uk Tue Feb 26 16:43:50 2002 From: tompettinger at xxx.uk (Tom Pettinger) Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 16:43:50 -0000 Subject: Sinister: My girl's got miraCHUless teKENiques Message-ID: <006f01c1bee4$c7883d20$26303c3e@pbncomputer> Respect the title. My pastiche will be even better. I'd like to say "nice day for a post", but there has been a large influx of posts recently, so it isn't really a good day for a post, but I'll post anyway because... *I was released early today, and I don't feel kike making a cup of tea. *(Honey read; "I have many useful things and heart rendering stories i feel it is my obligation to regale to you.) Hello. Ken said: >The restaurant was nice, small but thriving, and they played cheesy >Chinese pop tunes in the background, I was surprised to remember some of the >old classics. Even as tenuous sinister links go this is pushing it but: Cheese. In the common room in our school (and Richard Cottyn will confirm this) there is a huge number of people who sit and play cards, lookin bored but thinking tha it cheers them up. Every other break you are invited to play some form of game you have never heard of, and told it is easy and that you will pick it up etc. For those League of Gentleman fans out there, the "go johnny go-go-go-go" scene fits exactly. Well, a couple of friends and myself had had enough of this lark today. As is a common thought in my circle of friends, "We'll teach them to play silly buggers". Hence, "cheese" was born. It is our own card game. The game is, you and your friend/s invite someone who thinks they are a bit of a card shark to play "cheese" with you. Before the game you tell them that you are playing "outback" rules, because 4's are high and Kings need to be matched, otherwise you pick up. (?) Proceed to deal out however you feel the need, then arrange the rest of the pack of cards on the table in separate piles at your discretion. Now simply see how far you can go! Keeping a straight face, place random cards on a main pile and take on a pained expression. Occasionally pick up a card from one of the piles, swap your hand for one of them etc. and tell the victim they have just put down a "doubler", a "royal cheese", a "straight cheese" etc. We managed to get through 3 rounds before we got bored and told them. Yes, it is juvenile and immature. Yes, it is hilarious. Richard Kim Jones said: >p.s.go listen to sigur r�s now OK Gina T, thankyou for the tape, I haven't listened to it yet but I'm sure it is wonderful. I am still working on yours. I have fallen in love with the girl/s from Slumber Party. This is entirely possible as they are all sweet-sweet-sweet, but if pushed to make a choice I would have fall in love with...all of them. I love there album. Does anyone know where I can get "Psychadelicate"? Much laughing for Stu for coming up with all these amusing one-liners. They're those things that I can't remember if they're original or not (no offence, Stu) so I daren't go and tell my friends because I'll be like*: "Hey guys, there are two types of people in the world. Those who can count, and those who can't!!!" And they'll be like*: "Nice one Tom, we've only heard that one a thousand times." (*Note the American girl school of quirkiness style) Much like that one about walking a mile in someone's shoes. Or the one have, on occasion, used: "I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous." ... Mmm...they get worse... xToMx Whoo-hoo, Offbeat friday this week. P.S. Robster, I tried to look at the pictures but too many other greedy people were on. "This is what we expect to see when Belle and Sebastian have sold out to the masses...Belle and Sebastian sold out." Corduroy Wilbur, my harsh and abrasive alter-ego. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rwr at xxx.uk Tue Feb 26 17:28:01 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 17:28:01 +0000 Subject: Sinister: West Sussex wanderings Message-ID: Oh, Caitlin out did me on the deer spotting train journey, whilst I only saw one standing in the wasteland outside Reading station she was blessed with a whole family. I don't think anyone else saw mine, I audibly gasped but managed to refrain from pipping"oohhh, look deer!" to the podgy commuter tapping away on his laptop opposite me. Any long haul train journey passing through a substantial length of countryside during daylight hours provides a prime opportunity for a game of 'Rabbit cricket'. Every rabbit spotted en route counts as a run, each station stop is a wicket and the entire one-way journey makes up the innings. My advice is to allocate your preferred team the journey occurring early dawn or late dusk as those are good rabbit spotting times. I spent the majority of my waking hours this weekend on a train/waiting for a train/worrying about absence of train. Stepped off one at 9pm Sunday night to the announcement "This is Havant, you're in the middle of f*cking nowhere", or maybe it was just "change here for Guildford" I can't be sure. (apologies to any Sinisterees living in Havant, it's probably very nice when one's not cold, disorientated & hungry). Earlier I'd sat for an hour at Arundel station in the drizzle talking to a retired jockey on his way from the stables to an empty house in Bognor. I gathered the most important thing in his life was a horse by the name of Smarty (and it was one!). I got blue at that point and haven't been able to shake it off since. Sarah Beckett wrote: 'I've been a serial lurker for quite some time now and, like 'strange boy on swing' in the endearing 'prospero's books', I am no longer content to occasionally piddle into the great sinister swimming pool. I want to dive right in.' Hi Sarah! Another Peter Greenway fan, hurrah! Don't s'pose if any of you lot remember but in my first post I resolved to be more like the skipping girl off 'drowning by numbers'. I've been to one sinister picnic/party and planning to go to others, what I really need now is my own Smut to be condescending to- self inflicted circumcision doesn't have to be on the criteria. Well, without further ado here's my list of stars: Kochab Polaris Eltanin Thuban Enif Bellatrix Vulpecula (little fox) Izar Peacock (that's right, peacock!) Caph A nice little pick 'n' mix of stars, no? I recite it on my bi-daily trudge over the Thames when TomPaulin gets drowned out by the wind & traffic. bye now Becky xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From borokitty at xxx.com Tue Feb 26 20:20:23 2002 From: borokitty at xxx.com (Amy Skelton) Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 20:20:23 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Fuzzy, furry, blurry Message-ID: Noswaith dda (Good Evening) Sinister! If I�m ever going to learn Welsh properly I�ll need to start practising daily but making that time can be difficult alike reading posts/posting to Sinister. The original idea when I went to the lessons was to just learn the basics as I always felt completely ignorant when old ladies chatted to me on the street and I didn�t even know enough to say �I�m sorry, I don�t understand� I�m now well past this stage but have started to get into it. Before, I forget - note to Bron and anyone else wondering - Ordinary World is a song by Duran Duran. Apologies if someone else has already mentioned it. Now several people have asked about any pre/post Manchester gig shenanigans but with it being a month away nothing definite has been set. If in time someone decides to take charge please let me know what is going on. I�m really pleased that the gig is in the middle of my Easter hols from uni - hehe!! Cay made a fantabulous picnic mummy last time but there seem to be lots of you who are still based in Manchester on the list who may want to take control. Whatever happens it�s going to be a drastic change from the last time I was in the lovely city, which was for the Frank Morton games last week. This is where all the U.K. university Chemical Engineering departments current and ex-students get together for one day a year (different venue each year), play a bit of sport and for those who do drink alcohol get horribly, horribly drunk and end up in a nightclub filled with just Chem Engers. It�s so much fun - this year was my fourth time, hopefully of many more to come. I�ve never heard of any other course that does something like this and I think it�s a shame, but so it goes. We�re really (well most of us), a very sociable breed but so many people have a bad perception of what engineers are like. I�m actually very gutted that I�ve had to stop planning weekends away kayaking/hiking/conservation work/visiting (the possibilities go on for ages) but my design project deadline is looming - aagghhh! I never devote as much time as I should to work but it�s near on essential at the moment. I really need to clear my head. During the last few weeks the conversations I�ve had with certain men have been incredibly messy. The just friends or more than friends borderline has become so blurry it is almost non-existent. I need to decide what to do, but at the minute the thoughts in my head are just going around in circles. Most importantly, I don�t want to potentially lose a good friend but sometimes friends can make the best partners. I�ve fallen into this trap before and I don�t seem to have learnt any lessons from the last time. I know this is vague but if I tried to write down what is going on I would be here for most of the night. Yoga won�t solve the problem but it will certainly clear my head for a while which can only be a good thing. I did have lots to say before but tiredness seems to have kicked in a wee bit and more to the point I�ve started pondering my relationship dilemmas again. Take care... ...Amy P.S. If you�ve got this far then hotmail hasn�t messed up my e-mail - yippee!!! _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From cdj01 at xxx.uk Tue Feb 26 20:26:52 2002 From: cdj01 at xxx.uk (Christopher David Johnson) Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 20:26:52 +0000 Subject: Sinister: mmmmmmmmm mmm Message-ID: <3C7BEF8C.7E88921C@students.stir.ac.uk> Hi guys! Well I'm super chirpy today as its just been confirmed that i am to leave these wet shores to enjoy a year at the University of santa Barbara. Well its not till September but thats a lot of time to get excited about it. So, now for some serious list abuse, Mine is a plea to any nice californians in this area to befriend me so i don't come over to your big counrty all on my lonesome. I'm just a wee Scots laddie not used to anything much appart fae haggis hunting and what not. Seriously though, i'd be most grateful as theres a lot to learn. So wow, theres been a lot of emotions on the list right now. A lot of people are mentioning exes all of whom have remained in some sort of contact and all of who seem moved by the experiences, then their are those with real anxieties about tickets for gigs - yeah ticketmaster, wheres mine?!!, but best of all i think have been the funny tales and information. Well, Stuart Gardiner i'm sure is chortling to himself as i imediately tested his challenge that it is impossible for a human to lick their elbow. Well i'd agree, but i'm notoriously inflexible and miracles can happen. Also recently I loved that alternate take to 'La Patie de la Bourgoisie', ahh, mishearings. I was sitting in this fine institutions computer lab, surrounded by loads of serious looking students, trying so hard not to laugh last whilst emmiting strange snorting noises which i tried to pretend where coughs. They gave me odd looks but i bet it was to hide their curiosity at what was so funny. And then to top it all off Tom Pettinger shared his Card story. Well wow, i'm inviting my buddies round for 'cheese' and wine this week! So right now i'm listening to Peloton by the Delgados. I guess i should be a bit more familiar with the group but i only really got into them a couple weeks back, and whilst the musics rather good its the names i like. I can't tell you my excitement at being a cyclist and seeing 'Domestiques' with all its surrounding artwork. And then on the inside it says artwork by 'Van Impe', now surely that refers to the great flemish powerhouse himself, and then the track listing was laid out just like Tour De France results! and what a fine picture of old Pedro Delgado himself. Well maybe i'm a little overexcited by what to most of you will be old news but its not everyday the sport gets recognised in cool culture. Anyway this must all seem really dull to most of you who don't cycle. By the way, have any of you read Lance Armstrong's book though? he used to grace my bedroom door as a schoolboy, resplendant in his World Champions Jersey of 1993 and now it seems so wrong to idoloize him as a cyclist. His come back from Cancer to me really was a moving event as it unfolded in the cycling press and his attitude towards his illness and recovery is so truly admirable, and even resposible in a selfless way, and so many times did my eyes well up with tears while reading his book. I'd recommend it to anyone as the cycling content really is only minor detail in accompaniment to a story of incredible courage. And on that note i shall leave, but i look forward to hearing from any of you Californian B&S fans who might want to pity me, Cheers guys, Christopher +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From snowyminor at xxx.com Tue Feb 26 20:52:15 2002 From: snowyminor at xxx.com (michelle ruiz) Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 12:52:15 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: happiness stands Message-ID: <20020226205215.71570.qmail@web11707.mail.yahoo.com> [hi] You know reality can be a very scary thing. Well, not scary, just intimidating. Yeah that's it..intimidating. I'm starting to look for an apartment and I'm doing it by myself. The paperwork just freaks me out- leases and all that. Is it really that bad? Or am I making a big deal about it. may bee. What's exciting though is that I'd get to decorate it (somewhat, since I plan on getting a roomie). I also want to get a pet of some kind (not a dog or a cat..yet)since I was a deprived child and never had one. Maybe a turtle or an iguana just like the one Bjork has in 'venus as a boy' would be nice. I can name it Slinka or if it's a boyurtle or boyguana, Paspatoo. So, if anyone has an extra iguana or turtle- don't be stingy, and share the love. Some people need anger management. I want to set up a little booth in various places like Lucy's in Peanuts comics. Why? For example. Today in the uni comp lab a boy in a scary trenchcoat (I guess there's half your answer right there) lashed out on a computer mouse and banged it against the table repeatedly. It was funny at first but then it was just plain annoying. So, if I have little stands the boy and others in need of anger management could have just walked right on over I could pass out stickers that say 'I'm a winner!' and 'I am special' or something. And cookies, lots of cookies. Milano ones. Tonight my boss (one of four that I have) is going to sing. At the same show there will be an 80 year old man named Woody singing 'It Had to Be You.' I've heard him sing and oh it's priceless. Kinda sounds like a male version of Ethel Merman's voice. If that's at all possible. There's an idea! Have WOODY open for B&S. A duet with Struan. oh kids it's the stuff dreams are made of. (Can you tell I'm still hung up on this opening-act deal?) So, Mr. Robertson I've given you more than enough ideas for the B&S openers. Whoever does open, I'm afraid won't top the wonder that is Woody. It seems there's going to be plenty of action in Chicago during gig-time/spring, which is great. I was also thinking maybe we could have film outings! We could all go see a classic/foreign/indie film and later discuss at a cafe or something. I just thought the idea was nice. We could do it every couple months or so, or whenever people are in town. So if you're down with this let me know. that's all for now. I'm going to see if I can ease my cravings for falafel and frosted flakes. [x michelle x] __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Greetings - Send FREE e-cards for every occasion! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Sillylorna at xxx.com Tue Feb 26 21:58:43 2002 From: Sillylorna at xxx.com (Sillylorna at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 16:58:43 EST Subject: Sinister: "your art degree may not be worth the paper it's written on"? Message-ID: i'm watchin an old man on telly talking about giving his wife anal sex. anyways....I'm happy today, for the first time in, ooh, Gawd knows how long, but you see, things aren't ever as bad as they seem (erm, unless things actually are as bad as they seem, in which case, they, erm, are). Remembering the trials of school, and silly teachers telling me I'd only ever be this when I might actually be that, that which they never believed me to be. You see,if I play my cards right, I have an interview at university. Me! Uni! Never! But I do. Somehow I have. and i'm now trying to make videos and mini movies in time to put into my folio! i made a video on cabbages last month, then a news report on phones and tried to get an interview from some policemen but they said no, the women in the vodafone shop said no too. and the schools. so in the end we didn't actually get an interview. on friday i had to interview students on the subject of our college getting a union, there was one guy who was on speed and he kept moving and sniffing and saying 'great...yeh!' really enthusiastically, think we put him off the college though- he was there for an interview and was shocked to hear the college was crap and didn't have any facilities. does anyone actually read this far? so.. i'm going to uni maybe, in derby, i say dErby and get my ass kicked. on a film and video course, on one at the moment but it's a bit crap and i wanna do more. i'm making a video next week, about a giant hamster. to the tune to 'me and the major' (sounds like midgit on the belfast recording) toodle-loo folks, lorna +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chinacat81 at xxx.com Wed Feb 27 05:39:14 2002 From: chinacat81 at xxx.com (Kirsten Kenyon) Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 23:39:14 -0600 Subject: Sinister: just for the record... Message-ID: i would like to state that failure to comply with mla regulations regarding works cited pages does not a dope make in the book of kirsten. not that it would matter, as the vastly overrated book of kirsten has been proven to contain numerous innaccuracies and hideous biases, especially concerning artistic license, american classics, biology, and don fucking henley. thanky. love kirsten Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From snowy_theband at xxx.com Wed Feb 27 10:08:27 2002 From: snowy_theband at xxx.com (snowy .) Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 10:08:27 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Will sinister make a man of me yet? Message-ID: Hello everyone. After finally being released from the nursery, I thought I'd get my sinister cherry popped quickly and painlessly. I have nothing very profound to say right now, which is probably for the best. I would like to say though, sorry that my e-mail address features '_theband at ....'. This is not a piece of shameless self-promotion, I just couldn't get 'snowy at .....' as someone else already had it. I've become really attached to the name snowy too *starts to sob*. I've had great fun reading all your messages while I've been kicking my heals in the nursery. I was particularly taken by the game 'cheese' (sorry I'm not good at remembering names). That is very much my sense of humour, and we used to do something similar at school. As I remember, we didn't have the self-control to get through 3 hands with straight faces. There was something else, but I've forgotten that now *bats head in foolhardy attempt to restore memory* I seem to have made this less brief than intended, sorry. By the way though, I am going to the Brixton gig and looking forward to it greatly! I think a few friends and I might have a picnic earlier in the day (maybe Hampstead Heath or Greenwich) if that sounds appealing to anyone. Take care all. snowy xxx _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From bakerbaker13 at xxx.com Wed Feb 27 10:34:26 2002 From: bakerbaker13 at xxx.com (baker,baker) Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 02:34:26 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: bread and death and trucks In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020227103426.14913.qmail@web10106.mail.yahoo.com> a few days ago, i went to school unprepared. i was running late -- too late to take the train to school and besides, it was cold and rainy. so i drove all the way downtown. stupidly, i had put on my green converse sneakers that morning, and there were puddles everywhere. all through class my feet were wet and i could feel my toes wrinkling up just like i was taking a bath. class dragged itself out and eventually ended, and i went back out and got my feet even wetter and colder and jumped into my car to battle my way through rush hour on the stevenson expressway. i yanked off my shoes and even my socks and blasted the heat down onto my feet and the socks and shoes, hoping they'd dry by the time i got home. the car warmed up fast -- too fast, but my bare feet were feeling so nice on the pedals, with the warmth blowing on them like there was a fireplace... so i cracked open the windows and left the heat on. the cool, damp air went around my ears and the heater hitting the wet socks smelled like someone ironing. i was listening to belle and sebastian, feeling cozy in the trickling-slow-traffic, when the strangest thing happened. see, on interstate 55, between lake shore drive (downtown) and 96th avenue (home), there's a sewage treatment plant, a bunch of factories, trainyards, and other stinky places. but right at the end of that trip, there are the Holsum and Wonder Bread bakeries. somehow, the wind shifted just right -- the entire ride home, the air was thick with the smell of fresh bread. the oncoming, northbound traffic was moving much faster than me, buzzing softly. in the corners of my windshield were salt crystals, like the ones your eyelashes get when you've been crying for far too long, and then "the chalet lines" came on the tape deck. and then i was torn to pieces. i guess it was the leftover bits of stress from my day. stress over my wet feet and the broken traffic lights ... and other things too. things like the bakery smells, the warm air, the sound of traffic slicing through the puddles of oil and rainwater ... the peaceful giant daffodil street lamps coming on overhead, glowing orange in the dusk ... stuart singing sadly over piano and strings ... suddenly i got really emotional. i started thinking about this story that's been on the news lately, about this fellow who took over his father's crematorium when he was ill... and they had a bunch of technical problems, and the man didn't know how to take care of them, so -- in a pinch -- he started taking the bodies and pretending to burn them, giving out urns filled with ashes of wood, dumping the bodies on a remote piece of family property out near dekalb or kankakee or something. child-sized coffins. cadavers lying sprawled in their sunday best, gazing at the stars. some half-buried. i wonder if that man's okay. i think he was denied bail -- the courts were worried for his own safety from the families of the "victims." (can you call them victims if they're dead?) i mean, he was probably just a heartless, money-grubbing bastard. but i keep picturing this scared kid getting flustered and upset and confused over his machines not working -- overwhelmed at first by his feelings of inadequacy -- wishing he'd paid more attention before his father had gotten ill -- terrified of disappointing the family -- and in a panic, taking that first body out to the woods, sobbing; conflicted and completely alone. the sleepless nights, the growing cycle of horridness and fear. maybe it became an addiction, throwing these bodies into the woods. wishing he could trade places with the dead. loneliness, despair, sorrow. i was nearly in tears. my mind drifted down archer avenue, as willow springs and the forests give way to justice and its late nite mom-n-pop diners. bethania cemetery and then resurrection mary. the pale mausoleum, somber, with her high square columns framing a gloomy corinthian face. the corn products factory across the street, making the air foul and the slow decline of the speed limit as archer passes into summit, with her burrito joints and carnecerias under the rumble of midway and the freightyards. later that night, i got into a huge fight with my best friend, about politics. all of a sudden, he just started telling me all sorts of things he doesn't like about me. it turned into this long catalogue of faults and problems... and i could feel all the tears i'd held in from the day start welling up again in my eyes. he saw them, and he stopped, and he looked at me, scared, like he'd broken something fragile, and i was overcome with the strangest feeling: that he looked exactly like the boy from my daydreams about the crematorium. the look on his face was just what i'd been picturing, and suddenly i was a dead body in the woods, staring at the sky, oblivious to the cold or the darkness, without any fear of animals or nakedness or silence. it was like i died. you know what they say about your life flashing before your eyes? well maybe when you really die, that's what happens. all i know is that for me, at that moment, i was filled to overflowing with one particular memory. i was on a cramped overnight bus, going from poland to holland. the bus was dark -- it was two o'clock in the morning, we were someplace in germany, and there was an accident on the highway -- not 200 yards in front of the bus, an oil tanker tipped over and exploded. i was the only english speaker on the bus. i sat there exhausted, my legs cramping up, listening to the man snoring next to me. the confused murmurs in polish of the passengers, the glow of the fire in front of us, the sirens of the german fire trucks -- i felt so alone, so thrilled and terrified, even in my sleepiness and my discomfort. the pale green fluorescent lighting on the bus had made everyone's skin look sick -- like a race of humans from the future, people who had never seen the sun -- and the strangeness of the german sirens might have been spaceships, or laser guns. i was listening to radiohead's amnesiac on my minidisc player, an album i'd acquired months before its actual release, and pull pulk revolving doors had just come on. the moon was low and gibbous, almost full. there were so many secrets -- i was so alone on that bus in the darkness ... scared and sleepy, sore, feeling absolutely pregnant with beauty and otherworldliness. time seemed to stop. the ambulances and fire trucks couldn't get around the concrete barrier on the highway median, and they'd gone past us, probably several miles behind to find a gap to drive through. their screaming faded, and the fire kept blazing. gradually the sirens returned from behind us, forcing their way through the thickness of the stopped traffic. no one could move. it was hours before the fire could be put out, and the wreckage cleared from the road. it seems a lifetime ago, though it was less than a year -- and while i started bawling in front of my friend, the thing in my brain was the driver of that overturned truck, who died that night, in a giant fireball. the thing in my brain was the cremator lying quietly awake in his dark jail cell. my tears were for the giant mausoleum, the great rows of cemetaries, the burrito houses and the bread factories. all the dying and the commerce it was for. the corn products. the endless rain. the smell of cinnamon on the highway. love, baker,baker __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Wed Feb 27 11:47:42 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 11:47:42 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Lego is a brick stack Message-ID: This morning I suddenly felt the urge to buy lego bricks. ("oooh I've got the urrrrrrrrge to legggo") The urge has been brewing for a while, actually. I always have had this compulsion in my life to build things, be it houses of cards, rocketships made out of matchboxes glued together (I once made with the matchboxes a spaceship that turns into a robot when it's combined with another spaceship Power Rangers style, until I broke it using it as a weapon), sculptures made by balancing random bits one on top of another. I like the sense of achievement with construction I guess, and Lego seems like a nice material for building things, strong but flexible, and best of all comes with instructions... I am a sucker for instructions, I love shops that have signs telling you what to do like "1. pick up product, 2. take it to the counter 3. pay money", as I can get hopelessly lost in a shop sometimes, especially shoe shops - they used frighten me because I for a long while never knew the drill of "1. find shoes you like 2. tell a staff that you want this pair of shoes and give them shoe size 3. they come back with shoes 4. you try on shoes 5. pay for shoes" (Don't even get into what happens if the shoes don't fit - I'd just die on the spot) ..but yes, the lego boxes sometimes have instructions showing you how to fit 374 pieces of lego bricks together and make it look like a red fish with green legs, or maybe it was an octopus. Although freestyling is fun too - I used to have a big box of legos when I was younger - but the best creative work I've managed was to recreate the system of speed bumps in my local village with lego. I made a lego film once too - a romantic tragedy, actually, and the plot was, of course, set on the speed bumps of my local village, it was about the life of a mechanic who fell in love with a rich lady who took her pink sports car in for repairs. The romantic mind of a budding 12 year old film director eventually led to the final� of the film being the mechanic "fixing" the rich lady under the bonnet, on the backseats of her car, but he forgot to set the handbrakes and so their car rolled backwards down the hill, and they died, thus a tragic end. Maybe now, with 9 more years of experience in life I can make a better effort, the storyline will be less crude, the scene setting will be more imaginative, or at least I can fit in a pun for the road sign "warning: humps for 200 yards". What I really don't like about legos though are the colours, I know they're made of plastic but I would just like my constructions to look less plastic-like! They should start making brickwall textured legos for brickwalls, and tarmac textured legos for roads, and fish textured legos, for octopuses. Legos and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: michelle ruiz wrote: >I also want to get a pet of some kind (not a dog or >a cat..yet)since I was a deprived child and never had >one. Maybe a turtle or an iguana Join the quest to bring to the world animal textured legos, and demand for turtle/iguana textured bricks, then you can have Lego pets! They can be those "technik" ones and you can have your own techniks turtles/iguanas where they're powered by batteries and can swim/stick tongue out all on their own! It's the future in pet-ertainment! _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rob_brennan at xxx.uk Wed Feb 27 14:00:39 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 14:00:39 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Photos - yeah yeah, I know... Message-ID: <20020227140039.93784.qmail@web10504.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Many of you who clicked on the photos link in my last post have probably noticed a message informing you that the owner of the site has broken his bandwidth limit and to come back in an hour. Apologies. But it looks like totally free web hosting is deader than a dead thing that's been dead for some time. To keep them available I will post copies on Yahoo but I would prefer to have a site where I can control style and layout, put in pointless vanity pieces and advertise the as-yet-untitled film project that me a few friends are undertaking. If anyone knows a decent (hopefully free, but prepared to face reality for a reasonable cost as long as there are no ads) hosting service please let me know. You will get much gratitude, crush votes etc... Thanks to everyone saw the photos during the nanosecond they were available and fed back. You all deserve a big *MWAH*. Robster __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From tillythetealady at xxx.com Wed Feb 27 16:43:41 2002 From: tillythetealady at xxx.com (sarah beckett) Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 16:43:41 +0000 Subject: Sinister: inadequate austrian sock suspension Message-ID: Dear Sinister, I'm having a bit of a bloody men bloody buses day. Last year at uni I met this guy..we'll call him 'g', which is actually what everyone called him because no-one attempted his real Austrian name...and he was lovely, if a little peculiar at times (shaving his legs, wearing things called sock suspenders which I'd never heard of before and which looked frankly ridiculous- apologies to any traditionalist listees). But after about a week of going out with him he started criticising me. one day we went out for a walk and he put an expensive suit on, and sunglasses, and I laughed and said I felt like I should be wearing a dress, and he said, 'actually that would be nice occasionally'...and then he started on about my trouser legs having the wrong circumference and my hats not fitting...these kinds of comments are easily overlooked when the person making them is generally a bit eccentric, but when I properly thought about them I didnt like it one bit and I went right off him. Anyway, I've been complaining for ages that I can't find anyone here to fall in love with, or who will fall in love with me. And now, suddenly, after weeks in the wilderness, I am being persistently followed by someone I don't like that much, mainly because he says 'bad-boy' and 'hardcore' with startling frequency, I'm constantly tip-toeing round someone else who can't decide whether he's interested in talking to me or at me... and The Austrian is flying to England to convince me that we should rekindle our clothes-centric relationship. On a happier note, aforementioned boy did give me a Joni Mitchell CD as a present- I'd never heard any before- and the songs have completely dominated my last week or so. Joni can be a very silly woman inasmuch as some of the lyrics are very contrived-'smog' rhymed with 'cog' on Woodstock is a very special moment- actually there are better and sillier examples but I cant remember them. But some of the songs are so beautiful and so uplifting, and you can tell she just did whatever she wanted. That kind of un-selfconsciousness is really inspiring. I think I listen to CDs in the same way I read books- that is, I listen to them over and over and over and then put them on the shelf and forget about them (a habit broken only by Belle and Sebastian and Take That). Someone once told me he repressed that instinct and only allowed himself one listen per week or whatever, which seems a strange mentality to me. With love, Sarah x _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From nafees at xxx.com Wed Feb 27 19:26:57 2002 From: nafees at xxx.com (nafees saeed) Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 19:26:57 -0000 Subject: Sinister: and then the real dawn came, i saw it crawl over the hill and i felt clean and shook my hair out in the light... Message-ID: my college run a work shadowing programme. which basically means somebody who doesn't really know you looks at your course choices then assigns you to someone who you follow around for a day and apparently learn about their profession. last thursday in college i was told that i had to go to the careers officer's room, i knew what it was about so it didn't come as much as a shock to me. i was hoping that i'd be assigned to do something interesting like a fireman or a police officer. but. i got told i was told that i was to go a local solicitor's office who i was to follow around all day whilst they did their job. the careers officer didn't offer much insight as to why i was to go there, but apparently it matched my studious nature, and out of all the possible options, it was apparently the best one for me. Ok. yesterday i started there. luckily i didn't have to dress in a suit, just 'smart'. so i left my house lucking smart. at the moment there's roadworks around my normal bus stop, so i have to walk about half a mile to the next one. this trek takes me through a woodland area with all these really huge evergreen trees that just seem to reach to the sky letting very little light through. the only way to really know where you're going is to follow a little dirt path that had been forged over time as people have trekked here before. but yesterday, it snowed again. not major snow but enough to cover the route so it took me twice as long to find my route as it usually did, and by the time i'd finished i'd managed to lose twenty minutes which meant that i missed my bus. so for the next half an hour i was sat on the cold steel seat of the bus shelter whilst the wind blew snow all over me. i didn't have my gloves with me either so my hands were tucked into my pockets and my head bowed towards the floor. i didn't have my hat either, so my ears were cold and stiff which meant my earphones actually hurt me. but my reluctance to take my hands out of my pockets and adjust them meant that i had to endure it for half an hour. Still, i'm glad i did. when i have my earphones in it's great. it always seems as it's not just me listening to the music, but everyone is too. i always think that everyone is hearing what i am. that's why i couldn't understand why everyone was looking so glum, i know everyone had to stand in the snow but still, how can you frown if you're listening to belle & sebastian? the bus eventually arrived, bringing it's electrical heating and comfortable seats and dropped my off at a stop where it was a further fifteen minute walk in the snow to the solicitor's office. i eventually got there, and the secretary took great pleasure in pointing out the obvious and informing me that i was indeed 40 minutes late. i of course blamed the weather and the bus, but she still felt the need to tell me that if this were a real job i would have to be dealt with. i felt like telling her that this wasn't a real job, and possibly the most inconsequential thing that i have done in a while, but i didn't. instead i apologised and smiled. eventually i was introduced to the person i would be following. "lee", who's apparently one of the best in his field and has been a solicitor for quite some time. lee also had a crippling handshake, one of those that make you wonder what you've done to receive such a greeting. after the initial greeting, i was ushered into his office where he told that he was working on a case that was about land dispute. basically, this family live in such a prestigious and affluent area where all the houses are so great and magical that even if the family grow in size they're not allowed to extend their house to suit their needs because if they did, one house on the street would look different from all the rest and this would cause the prices of one house to be higher than the others which means that all the other people on the street would have to go to bed at night knowing that their houses aren't the most expensive on the street. naturally, this means that the world would end. now the family who want to extend their house are putting a case together to the other residents explaining why they should be allowed to extend their house. granted, this isn't the most interesting of legal cases but i reasoned with myself that i'd at least have something to do. which i didn't. instead i was sat in the corner of the office for about 6 hours whilst lee did nothing more than read documents, occasionally go to the filing cabinet and briefly tell me some lame joke which was obviously taken from the “big book of politically correct jokes aimed not to offend a particular sex/race/age/hair colour”. this was quite possibly the most boring thing i have experienced in a while. if i had my sketchbook i would have at least been able to keep myself amused, but the only thing i had to draw with was some paper that had been bastardised with crappy letterheads and a pen that you had to put all your might into to make work. however, i did devise some games to keep myself amused such as: how-long-can-you-keep-a-digestive-biscuit-in-a-cup-of-tea-before-it-crumbles -in-half? and how-many-seconds-is-it-between-each-breath-that-lee-takes. eventually the eternity that seemed to be my time there came to an end as the clock finally dragged it's way to 4.30 and after another excruciating handshake and lie about how much i enjoyed my time there came to an end and i went home. on my way home i think i saw the strangest thing ever. is it possible for the sun to set, rise again then set once more? it probably isn't but i swear it did. perhaps my boredom made me delusional but i'm sure the sky changed colour on more than once. this morning, for a change i was actually glad to be back at college and once more i was summoned to the careers officer's room. here i was given feedback about my time there. apparently lee found me a polite, hardworking and attentative person and thoroughly enjoyed having me there. i of course have no idea how he managed to think this as all i did was play games with tea and count his breaths, but i suppose i should be thankful for the praise. oh yeah, apparently if i want, i go back there for some extra hours... ...hmm. --- my tickets for brixton finally came last week, sadly though not delivered personally by the band. just my normal postman. who's ace and has royal mail issued shoes that are reflective. he even has this wee trolly thing on some days if there's too much mail and he can't be arsed carrying it. hannah brown mentioned "dancer in the dark" which for some reason is on of my favourite films ever. i don't know why, perhaps it's my obsession with Bjork, but still. if you haven't seen it i recommend it. it is depressing. sort of. i suppose it depends on how you look at it. someone told me to listen to sigur ros, and i did again for the first time in ages. so i thank them kindly. take care, nafees. p.s. the new boards of canada album is ace. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From MotherSuperior8 at xxx.com Wed Feb 27 21:37:54 2002 From: MotherSuperior8 at xxx.com (MotherSuperior8 at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 16:37:54 EST Subject: Sinister: I-N-D-I-O Message-ID: <96.22746293.29aeabb2@aol.com> Hola, can anyone who lives in Southern California please tell me how far it is from Palm Springs to Indio? How about from L.A.? Thanks, Leah +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From the_cats_pajamas at xxx.com Wed Feb 27 23:08:01 2002 From: the_cats_pajamas at xxx.com (The Cat's Pajamas) Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 23:08:01 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Tales from the windy city plus a bonus rant Message-ID: Hey everyone, After this first paragraph, I launch into a rant that probably won't really interest anybody. Not that this paragraph is that great either...Anyway, I got my B+S tickets in the mail a couple of days ago along with a friend's wedding invitation out of town for that same day. After much deliberation, I decided that a friend who would schedule their wedding on a Belle and Sebastian concert date is really no friend at all. I'll mail them their stupid blender and my regrets later in the week. Actually, I'll probably try to make it to both so I'll be running the circuit from Chicago to Champaign both ways that day. Speaking of Chicago, the Chicago bowling meeting was great. We were the twee-est bowlers in town and all of Chicago shivered in fear at our collective bowling might. Mad props to my Chicago homies Jen, Ray, and Robert. Anybody who will be at the Chicago show would be wise to e-mail so I maybe I can start working on something. I don't know where the theater is, or what the neighborhood around there is like so maybe I'm not the best man for the job...but e-mail me anyway so I can know who to expect. Allright...this is the part with the rant, however in my next e-mail which will hopefully come later tonite, I have photographic proof of Ken cloning scheme underway by microsoft. Stay tuned, same bat time, same bat channel, for my next post ;) Sadly, I haven't been around too much lately. Work has kept me really busy. I'm actually e-mailing from work right now. The most *perfect* girl just left the office, unfortunately she's one of my coworkers. So I'm sitting here and listening to the Strokes and stewing. Why stewing you ask? Well, because said girl would be completely happy to be sitting here listening to the strokes with me...in fact it seems we would be happy doing a lot of things together. If it weren't for some old crush of hers appearing out of the woodwork to muck things up. I'm in Chicago, this feller is from Montana, some 1500 miles away. I've been crushing on her for weeks now, and suddenly a couple of weeks ago this guy appears out of nowhere, and now she is pondering what is going to happen between the two of them. At first I dismissed it as just a flicker from an old flame, and a couple of days I was ready to let her know about my top-secret crush, but when I got to work that morning she was positively GLOWING because boy had called and confessed his mutual crush, and said he was flying in to visit. GAHHH!!!! So now, I'm forced to sit and wait and see what comes of this visit. Are they going to decide that 1500 miles isn't too far? Will they rehash old times, and decided that reality is going to get in the way of their crushes? Does this girl have any clue about me? Does it really matter what I think until she figures this thing out? My hopes or guesses are: yes, yes, no,no. So yes, I'm in a real pisser of a mood lately. And I want VERY bad things to happen to Montana. But how can I not respect this kind of effort? You've got to give the guy a gold star for trying...but it still leaves a terrible taste in my mouth. Bah. End of rant. Thanks for hearing me out, y'all. Jason _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amy.longcore at xxx.com Thu Feb 28 01:50:24 2002 From: amy.longcore at xxx.com (amy.longcore at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 20:50:24 -0500 Subject: Sinister: hey white boy, what'choo doin' up town? Message-ID: it's not advisable to listen and sign along with the velvet underground at work. people suspect you are either: a) on drugs b) about to do drugs c) singing such things because you can't wait to get home and do drugs my friend david sends me nice e-mails while i work. here are some of todays gems: "DID I HAPPEN TO MENTION THAT I HAVE YOUR BELLE AND SEBBY TICKET???" on seeing Ben Folds last night: "And then later he told this story of a concert in England where he kept fucking with the audience. Everytime he'd hear someone talking during a song, he'd just stop and ask them if they'd please keep it quiet. Then he'd start all over. Eventually he got to the point where he'd slow down and play quietly, just to listen for some sign that someone was talking. But after a while, the audience learned and there was absolute silence. He called this "the night I made England my bitch." david looks like ben folds and says to me, jokingly, "Do you want to fuck him too?" david doesn't like boys "like that" tho. me thinks it's the whole "he looks like me" thing that gets him going. i'm pretty sure he didn't mean that i wanted to EFF HIM. nope. friend. "Dear Amy, I'm alone and I'm outside your house... Love, David" we've been having these massive smiths lyric sharing binges as of late. simple emails saying... "and the pain was enough to make a shy bald budhist reflect and plan a mass murder" or "i said that's nothing you should hear me play piano!" you get the idea. i can't seem to get through to him, though. it is my belief that a smiths lyric should not be quoted without the use of an exclamation point at the end. the exclamation point fits the thrust and accomplishment of the words. the pitiful, yet somehow empowering, words. "the rain falls hard on a humdrum town this town has dragged you down!" "i crack the whip! you skip! but you deserve it!" "you could meet somebody who really loves you!" see, isn't that better? i think so. so, if you get a random email from me with some faintly familiar words containing an exclamation point at the end, please do not worry for my sanity, i'm just having a moment, and want to share it with you. Jason cats said: "I got my B+S tickets in the mail a couple of days ago along with a friend's wedding invitation out of town for that same day. After much deliberation, I decided that a friend who would schedule their wedding on a Belle and Sebastian concert date is really no friend at all." kudos to you, mr.pajamas! see you there, then! as you may have read above, my friend david is the holder of one of my belle and sebastian tickets. this would be to the chicago show. my tickets to the detroit show came to my parents house this saturday. my mother was more than happy to call that day and say, "hey sis, i got some concert tickets in the mail, i'm thinking dad and i will go! i haven't heard much of this belle and sebastian, but we could sure use the night out..." silly mommy! i've since snatched the tickets from her, thank you. i do plan on making her a b&s mix one of these days tho. i think she could use some "we rule the school", and such in her life. those of you who witnessed my insanity in #sinister last night will be happy to know that all my keyboard keys at home now work, except for the "m". something will be done about this. it was fun to be forced to come up with a new language tho. if you would call it that... um. i'm going to have a cigarette now. this was a very pointless post. i just wanted to say stuff. and i wanted to say, "yeah, what he said", as jason also again mentioned a chicago meetup. i've actually only heard from a couple of you about the show. so, you either a) hate me and want me to die b) just want to go to the show and not eff around with sini people c) don't know what the hell you are doing d) know i'd be better off keeping to myself :) fine. i'll just wear my lampshade and look at my ben folds' look-alike friend and sing along. ooh oooh oooh! archel FINALLY got the rachels tape! we're well on our way now! i was worried i was the end of the rachels line and ruined it for everyone! *whew* bye, amy +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From erik at xxx.nu Thu Feb 28 02:40:33 2002 From: erik at xxx.nu (erik.) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 03:40:33 +0100 Subject: Sinister: hey white boy, what'choo doin' up town? Message-ID: finally someone with a decent taste in music. you made half my day. thanks. /eka > -----Original Message----- > From: amy.longcore at xxx.com > [mailto:amy.longcore at ch.novartis.com] > Sent: den 28 februari 2002 02:50 > To: sinister at missprint.org > Subject: Sinister: hey white boy, what'choo doin' up town? > > > it's not advisable to listen and sign along with > the velvet underground at work. > people suspect you are either: > > a) on drugs > b) about to do drugs > c) singing such things because you can't wait to get home and do drugs > > my friend david sends me nice e-mails while i work. > here are some of todays gems: > > "DID I HAPPEN TO MENTION THAT I HAVE YOUR BELLE AND SEBBY TICKET???" > > on seeing Ben Folds last night: > "And then later he told this story of a concert in England > where he kept fucking with the audience. Everytime he'd hear > someone talking during a song, he'd just stop and ask them if > they'd please keep it quiet. Then he'd start all over. > Eventually he got to the point where he'd slow down and play > quietly, just to listen for some sign that someone was > talking. But after a while, the audience learned and there > was absolute silence. He called this "the night I made > England my bitch." > > david looks like ben folds and says to me, jokingly, > "Do you want to fuck him too?" > david doesn't like boys "like that" tho. > me thinks it's the whole "he looks like me" thing > that gets him going. i'm pretty sure he didn't mean > that i wanted to EFF HIM. nope. friend. > > "Dear Amy, > > I'm alone and I'm outside your house... > > Love, > David" > > we've been having these massive smiths lyric sharing binges > as of late. simple emails saying... > > "and the pain was enough to make a shy bald budhist reflect > and plan a mass murder" or "i said that's nothing you should > hear me play piano!" > > you get the idea. > i can't seem to get through to him, though. > it is my belief that a smiths lyric should not > be quoted without the use of an exclamation point > at the end. > the exclamation point fits the thrust and accomplishment > of the words. the pitiful, yet somehow empowering, words. > > "the rain falls hard on a humdrum town > this town has dragged you down!" > > "i crack the whip! you skip! but you deserve it!" > > "you could meet somebody who really loves you!" > > > see, isn't that better? > i think so. > > so, if you get a random email from me with some faintly > familiar words containing an exclamation point at the end, > please do not worry for my sanity, i'm just having a moment, > and want to share it with you. > > > Jason cats said: > "I got my B+S tickets in the mail a couple of days ago along > with a friend's wedding invitation out of town for that same > day. After much deliberation, I decided that a friend who > would schedule their wedding on a Belle and Sebastian concert > date is really no friend at all." > > kudos to you, mr.pajamas! see you there, then! > as you may have read above, my friend david is the holder of > one of my belle and sebastian tickets. this would be to the > chicago show. my tickets to the detroit show came to my > parents house this saturday. my mother was more than happy to > call that day and say, "hey sis, i got some concert tickets > in the mail, i'm thinking dad and i will go! i haven't heard > much of this belle and sebastian, but we could sure use the > night out..." silly mommy! i've since snatched the tickets > from her, thank you. i do plan on making her a b&s mix one of > these days tho. i think she could use some "we rule the > school", and such in her life. > > > those of you who witnessed my insanity in #sinister last > night will be happy to know that all my keyboard keys at home > now work, except for the "m". something will be done about > this. it was fun to be forced to come up with a new language > tho. if you would call it that... > > um. i'm going to have a cigarette now. > this was a very pointless post. > i just wanted to say stuff. > > and > > i wanted to say, "yeah, what he said", as jason also > again mentioned a chicago meetup. > i've actually only heard from a couple of you about the show. > so, you either > a) hate me and want me to die > b) just want to go to the show and not eff around with sini people > c) don't know what the hell you are doing > d) know i'd be better off keeping to myself :) > > fine. i'll just wear my lampshade and look at my ben folds' > look-alike friend and sing along. > > > ooh oooh oooh! archel FINALLY got the rachels tape! > we're well on our way now! > i was worried i was the end of the rachels line and > ruined it for everyone! *whew* > > bye, > amy > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > +------------------------------------------------------------- > ------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at 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! > +-+ > +------------------------------------------------------------- > ------------+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From foranotherdream at xxx.com Thu Feb 28 03:18:19 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 19:18:19 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: i need a new button for my blouse Message-ID: <20020228031819.5992.qmail@web12406.mail.yahoo.com> alright. i know that my last message was happy. but this one isn't. what the f*uck is wrong with me. my emotional stability is not so stable. it needs to stop or i'm gonna be sick. so my date with the professor. didn't turn out how i wanted, though it turned out how i expected it to. whatever. my life feels as though it's up in the air. and i'm always tired and drained. a co-worker pointed out the changing of the seasons. maybe it has something to do with it all? whenever i am down, i lock myself in the bathroom. and cut most of my hair off. i did that last night and for once in 7 years, it didn't work. now i have really short hair. and no smile to show for it. maybe i just need to vent. another co-worker has another theory as to why. why i am not happy. and why asshole males are so drawn to me. too many references to star wars to remember, but i think that the sum of what he's trying to say, is that it's my parents. i grew up in a religious home. very strict and sheltering. i am a christian, though some might label me as a liberal one. this is not good enough for my mom. actually, nothing is ever good enough for that woman. a few years ago i got kicked out of bible college. and it was very messy. i don't think that she has forgiven me yet. it's sad because what i'm about to say is not overexagerated. i have had only a couple of conversations with her in the past 7 years that didn't end up with me crying or her yelling or me getting defensive or her putting me down or me yelling. sad really. i don't know why i am not tying in paragraphs. the screen is even blurry, though not from tears. i can't even cry anymore. what to do? not talk to my parents. plus i'm an only child. but they are the ones pushing me away. i'm willing to take responsibility for my actions and i always apologize when i'm at fault. but expecting them to do the same. forget about it. plus i think i'm lonely. i was driving home from work monday and i was listening to the radio as the car only has radio capabilities. the not so great song: "i love you just the way you are" came on. i almost lost it and finally cried. i can't remember the words word for word, but i think it was something like he didn't even want witty conversation because it was too complicated because all he wanted was someone to talk to. there was more but i can't think right now. though i know i am not alone, i feel alone. and the future seems so dim too. i don't know if it's the social influence of impending doom of no college degree, no money and no future that has been thrown on my head like hot, smelly ash by the family. or if it's just me being silly. and ridiculous. sometimes i really should stop myself from thinking. i was going to go back to school in the fall. and i was excited. now i feel uncertain. do i really want to spend the next 4 years of my life in a classroom when i could be out and about in the world searching my soul that seems to be constantly misplaced. i have no grounding of any sorts. alright, i'm going to stop myself now because i could go on...but i won't torture you loverly sinisters. love and dry eyes, sara __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lleweth at xxx.com Thu Feb 28 03:57:27 2002 From: lleweth at xxx.com (Laura Llew) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 03:57:27 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I should be sincerely sorry to see my neighbor's children devoured by wolves Message-ID: "Oh, I remember this song. My favorite part is coming up... the end!" --comment from my "friend" when I put in Belle & Sebastian's, Stars Of Track & Field on our roadtrip. A few years ago, at the desperate request of their parents, I went on a (oh so very long) roadtrip with someone who was severely mentally ill. I spent the entire trip having to wrestle my stolen car keys from them, keep them from jumping out of the speeding car on a busy interstate, and talking for hours persuading them to get back in the car in Montreal, again in Pennsylvania, and then in Upstate New York as they resolutely sat hugging their knees refusing to budge. AT LEAST, they liked listening to Belle and Sebastian though! Solo roadtrips are the way to go, my friends. Before I go any further, I would like to send out my public thanks to Miss Jenny Payne who organized the Sinister Valentine's Day exchange AND gave me yet another beautiful mix to which I listened to while driving down to Charlotte to pick a friend up from the airport (the exact same circumstances which I listened to the first mix she gave me. Tradition! Now, if only I were a rich man...) For the first time ever I had my very own boy for Valentines! ****AND**** (if I read Sinister posts correctly) he has a girlfriend! This makes me more of a brazen hussy than everything else combined -I'm excited! Of course, poor VD boy he said that the USPS standards were good enough for him so as long as I didn't send along bodily fluids it was OK. Well, there went my ideas! Oh, I suppose I should thank my Valentine, Mr. Michael Vance too - for the chocolate and CD. Also enclosed was a recipe for a chocolate covered boy though sadly boy wasn't included. Michelle Ruiz mused: >I also want to get a pet of some kind (not a dog or a cat..yet) since I was >a deprived child and never had one. Maybe a >turtle or an iguana I thought the same thing so for my 23rd birthday I asked for a pet turtle since I love them so. However, turtles are illegal to sell in North Carolina as they carry salmonella or some such (does this mean that they make mayonnaise from turtles?) but after much searching we were able to find a BLACK MARKET turtle dealer. I was so excited. I even bought a Turtle Owner Handbook where I read that the each time you take the turtle from one environment (like it's little turtleworld aquarium) to another (like the carpet of my bedroom floor) that you shorten it's life span. I really couldn't justify making a poor turtle's life shorter just so i could play with him so I opted not to have a turtle. Thus, I'm now 24 and have never had a pet though I'm very seriously contemplating getting a Bookstore Dog. I would need something on the smallish side (though not tiny - just nothing huge) that doesn't shed much or bark obnoxiously. Plus, it should look sad and brooding so I can call it my Proust Pooch. Any ideas? Love & Lime Jello, Laura VOCABULARY WORDS: Brazen Hussy Proust Pooch Salmonella Desperate Request Chocolate Covered Boy VD STUDY QUESTIONS: 1. Why do you always hear the words "brazen" and "hussy" together - never separately or mated with another word? Have you ever heard just 'brazen' used when not followed by hussy? The only examples I could find of "brazen" used by itself were by a mass of dead guys - Shakespeare, Joyce, etc.- who might have been benefited if their brazens had a little hussy action involved. Why do you think this is so? Should we change our use of tired cliches before they become too mottled and rusted? Do you think this is an appropriate place to start? How does Gilded Hussy sound to you? (Note: That is not, "How does a Gilded Hussy sound to you?" This is not an offer.) 2. Are you, like me, for anything that's followed by a hussy? (woo!) Evidently, hussy is a corruption of "housewife" (in more way that one, eh?) 3. A new product I just got in the shop is a kit for putting on a Shakespeare play (Taming of the Shrew) in 45 minutes with cards for each character. For example, there's one for Gremio which reads, "You are old and rich. No woman under the age of seventy is even going to consider marrying you. But don't let that stop you. Money can solve almost any problem. Possible celebrity role models: Mr. Magoo, jimmy Stewart, or Ronald Regan." The one for the Lusty Widow reads, "You have only three lines at the very end of the play, but you can use them to show that you are a fiery woman, a handful for any man, and probably too much for Hortensio to handle. Shake your mane of flaxen hair (there's a wig included in the kit!) and unloose your inner vixen." How would a card for each of the following go - a brazen hussy, a chocolate covered boy, and a proust pooch? _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From aorta47 at xxx.com Thu Feb 28 04:49:43 2002 From: aorta47 at xxx.com (mmm skyscraper) Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 20:49:43 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Beautiful, only slightly mental Message-ID: <20020228044943.97901.qmail@web11807.mail.yahoo.com> This is my first post, so don't be cruel. My name is Mark and I live in Georgia. The state not the republic. I have visited #sinister as aorta. I also go by the nickname mmm skyscraper. I'm a college student studying International Studies. I don't know anyone outside of the internet who has heard of Belle & Sebastian, much less likes them. I recently got tickets for the Atlanta show, which was somewhat exciting as it occurs on my birthday. I'm fascinated with certain words and phrases. The title of a Faint album, Blank Wave Arcade, is one of these phrases. Say it over and over. At the end you'll still have no idea what it means, but it will sound more mysterious. So that's it for now. Sinister is a beautiful place. Mark p.s. I think the new boards of Canada is ace also. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Greetings - Send FREE e-cards for every occasion! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From the_cats_pajamas at xxx.com Thu Feb 28 05:13:20 2002 From: the_cats_pajamas at xxx.com (The Cat's Pajamas) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 05:13:20 +0000 Subject: Sinister: She's looking like our Ken but if Chu knew what's going on in her life... Message-ID: Hi all, I don't know if the title pun is original or not...I don't remember seeing it anywhere, and I worked so very hard to come up with it, so if I plagiarized anybody's title, please let me know...it wasn't intentional. Surprisingly enough, the title is rather pertinent to the rest of the e-mail. Allow me to present the evidence for you. First, our beloved Ken's picture from the Sinister website: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/people/KenJuggle.html Next, an add for microsoft I pulled off my hotmail homepage: http://the_cats_pajamas.tripod.com/ken.gif Given the strong visual evidence, I can only come up with 3 possibilities: 1. Microsoft is the root of all evil and have begun a comprehensive cloning initiative and have decided to help defray the cost by using some of the clones as models. Given Ken's frigteningly good looks he was a natural choice for the modelling program. 2. Ken has sold out to the man and is using his good looks for the forces of evil. He appears to have bought breast implants with the money he has made so far... 3. The person in the picture is the anti-Ken and if Ken were ever to come into contact with the anti-Ken, both would disappear instantly in a flash of energy capable of leveling major cities. Of course, it also may just be some old lady from a microsoft ad that doesn't really look like Ken at all, but really, how plausible is that? Jason _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From miniutti at xxx.au Thu Feb 28 06:05:12 2002 From: miniutti at xxx.au (Dino Miniutti) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 17:05:12 +1100 Subject: Sinister: Hi, I'm new! Message-ID: After crawling out of the nursery on my hands and feet (funny it's usually a pub that I'm crawling out of) I thought that I'd say hi to all of you and say how much I've enjoyed being on the list so far -- It's so refreshing to hear people speaking from the heart and talking about stuff that really matters to them. I hope to participate a lot more actively in the future, well as soon as I get this sling off -- yes, I was one of the 75% who tried to lick their own elbow. Oh, when will I learn... Cheers, Dino +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From michael at xxx.com Thu Feb 28 06:21:31 2002 From: michael at xxx.com (Michael Vance) Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 22:21:31 -0800 Subject: Sinister: I should be sincerely sorry to see my neighbor's children devoured by wolves In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <20020227222131.H12867@24-205-57-185.glen-dyn.charterpipeline.com> On Thu, Feb 28, 2002 at 03:57:27AM +0000, Laura Llew wrote: > Valentines! ****AND**** (if I read Sinister posts correctly) he has a > girlfriend! This makes me more of a brazen hussy than everything else In the interest of shameless self-promotion of virtue and availability, I'll simply point out that I had recently stopped dating someone I was infatuated with, making me a complete gentleman at the time, and eminently available now. Ladies, don't despair, Romeo is only running a little late, but his lips are covered in chocolate. I think it also frees you from being a brazy hussy, but if you'd like, we can refer to you in hushed tones as an "impudent strumpet", my favorite phrase for that sort of thing. And I didn't miss the bodily fluids *one bit*. Many thanks to Laura for the Dorothy Parker, et al. Regards, m. -- "and sticks and stones may break my bones but words will just finish me off yeh, near enough" -- The Sundays, Hideous Towns +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shop at xxx.net Thu Feb 28 10:08:31 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 10:08:31 -0000 Subject: Sinister: 2nd NY show ... Message-ID: <00d301c1c03f$e8609180$9426fea9@katrina> ... ticket details now online on news page at http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop at banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From fbrito at xxx.br Thu Feb 28 18:58:58 2002 From: fbrito at xxx.br (Fernando Brito) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 15:58:58 -0300 Subject: Sinister: A little change, and now I'm happy Message-ID: Queridos Sinistros, I've been so busy since my "fantabulous" first post (thanks, Bron!), I wanted to post this earlier but I really couldn't find the time! I also haven't read all of your twee letters, but I promise that I will, prolly on this weekend. But first I need to tell you the news: I had a date last weekend! It was a blind date! Well, in fact it was sort of my first date ever! Not that I never had a girlfriend, I just don't take going out with girlfriends as being a date, it's simply going out, having fun. But this time it was different, it had to be pleasant, I had to have interesting stuff to talk about, I had to be funny. That's what a date is all about, right?! At the first time we never know what's about to happen, it can be very stressing! So I decided we would go to an Irish Pub not far from my flat. I've never been there, neither has she, so I was taking a huge risk of screwing things up. You know, what if that wasn't an Irish Pub at all but a whorehouse or something?! What would she think about me?! Actually I've been observing that place almost everyday on my way back home and I had an idea of what kind of place it was. We got there about midnight, it was crowded and there was no table for us to sit at, so our date started with the two of us standing in a corner, a little squeezed among the crowd. It took more than an hour until we finally sat at the counter, and another hour until we got a table. But it was funny, it didn't matter because we were enjoying each other. Well, I was at least. Now guess what was our main topic during the night? Music, of course! Mainly Belle and Sebastian! What else?! I must admit that I was the only one who talked about B&S, because my date didn't know much about them. And I told her about Gentle Waves, and adverted her to do not think I'm a sissy for loving Isobel's songs! Now, do you guys think B&S is a good subject for a date chatting? Alright, I'm sure you'll say yes! But even if your date knows nothing about them? Well, for me it was an excellent subject, for now she's curious about them and I invited her to come to my flat to listen to my CDs! Yep, it's Belle and Sebastian helping people to make moves! Her name is Denise. She found me at ICQ, can you believe that? I've never done this kind of thing, meeting people I haven't even seen before! We talked a lot of times by phone but it took a while till we finally met. She's cute: long black hair, big eyes... and I'll phone her tonight. I haven't talked to her since our date! Not that I'm playing hard to get, but I've been working a lot these days. The day before yesterday I spent 14 hours at work, I supose it was a record for me! Anyway, I don't have a reason to play hard to get, I don't think we have a future, not as a couple. I don't have an explanation for that, but I simply cannot picture myself with her. Weird, huh? Maybe it's denial! But what really matters is that I changed. I'm so happy to be able to do such a thing, to go out and meet new people. I know it seems no big deal for some, but I'm so shy... I think it's time for me to leave behind my shyness before I'm too old to do the things I want to do. Although I left my mother's home and started doing things by myself, I still don't feel that I'm taking control of my life, I feel more like I'm actually just sitting and watching. But when I was coming back from that date, I knew things were different. Just a little, but they were. And now I'm happy! Ciao... Fernando Brito +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amourfoubaby at xxx.com Thu Feb 28 19:02:08 2002 From: amourfoubaby at xxx.com (Stewie-Louie Ratatouille) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 19:02:08 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Only CHU KEN prevent forrest fires Message-ID: After having read many of the Ken Chu thingys, I think I figured out the rules. If I have mucked it up (or offended Ken or Smokey), please forgive me. Even though I have never seen any of you (and known it anyway) you will all be among the first to hear that I got into my first choice for Ph.D. programs with full funding. (oh yeah ... booty dance!!!) The fact that I thought of posting this (before I thought of calling my parents or anyone else for that matter) could be taken two ways: 1) I feel a deep and powerful connection to all of you and love you dearly. or 2) My non-virtual existence is pathetically less exciting and emotionally intense than this (which is really indicative of a frightening level of pathetic-ness). Because I am in a good mood at the moment I will assume the former. Content Alert!!!! Just yesterday I got my very on coy of the Legal Man single. I am not sure whether I am disappointed or relieved that the song Judy Is a Dick Slap had no lyrics. I guess I was feeling particularly smutty last night but not so much this morning. Or it could be that my craptacular cd player isn't allowing me to hear the words. I have been listening to REM for about 15 years now and I only recently heard a guitar part on Murmur when I played the disc for a friend at his house (on his ultra flash player). I've just realized this was a waste of a post - please forgive me. I just wanted to share. Ph.Ds and Dick Slaps Stew-E Lou-E [Amour Fou is always illegal, whether it's disguised as a marriage or a boyscout troop--always drunk, whether on the wine of its own secretions or the smoke of its own polymorphous virtues. It is not the derangement of the senses but rather their apotheosis--not the result of freedom but rather its precondition. - Hakim Bey] _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From s_gazzetti at xxx.ar Thu Feb 28 20:42:29 2002 From: s_gazzetti at xxx.ar (=?iso-8859-1?q?sgazzetti?=) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 17:42:29 -0300 (ART) Subject: Sinister: Getting married in a rush, to save myself from being deported Message-ID: <20020228204229.30100.qmail@web14404.mail.yahoo.com> ...with any sort of luck, anyway. Hello again to you wonderful people. I have turned into the worst sort of lurker, and haven’t posted in a year, but lately many things many people have written have moved me, especially what Kirsten Kenyon said about milk and vodka and baker baker’s scent of fresh bread and reflections on corpses and fear. Jenowl’s remarks about her crushing school, which made me both laugh and cringe. And Stacey D’s ability to remain calm and even-keeled and even funny in the face of what can’t be a funny situation for her, really. And so now that all is beauty and insight and reflection and turmoil and uncertainty and impending deportation for me, I thought I would post. I saw that Stacey writes as if she has recently been deported from Greece; any tips she can offer on deportation and what is involved exactly where the rubber meets the road deportation-wise would be appreciated. Two weeks ago they told me that they would deport me last Tuesday, but so far, nothing. But this weekend I may have a date! (That is not a Smiths quote, exclamation point notwithstanding). May. Have. A. Date. This is exciting, since it has happened through no fault of my own, other than that, although the wider issues of the day continue to pass me by, I have recently stopped looking at the floor when people talk to me, and instead stare deeply into their beautiful pale green eyes and admire their glowing, rosy complexion when they are helping me talk to people who speak neither English nor Italian but only Slovene while I am trying to buy a car stereo, an event which would in any case be too difficult for me accomplish properly in English, let alone Italian. She saved me. Then sometimes this saving leads to a bumping-into later at a club and then an asking for my number and a promise to phone and then a date and then an offer to marry me, you know, strictly to keep me from being deported. (These last two are extrapolated). But I really need to find out more about this deportation thing, in case the projected wedding falls through. Have many of you been deported ever? The main thing is, I don’t want any Slovenian police forcibly loading me onto a plane to the states. I would much prefer to load my car with salmon and CDs and my friend Peri, now that I have a stereo and don’t have to listen to Peri prattle on, and slip across the alps. I like the idea of slipping across the alps in any case, in a sort of Von Trapp family way. Peri (who is also going to be deported, even more deported than me, if there are degrees to it, if she doesn’t find someone to marry her soon) and I have tickets to the Edinburgh show that’s just a month away, so obviously Slipping Across The Alps is choice #1. Peri is new to B&S but is training up nicely. She sings along with “Stars of Track and Field”. She comes to my apartment with interesting insights on “Seeing Other People”, which she shares over vodka. Lots of it, mostly. Speaking of the universal solvent, at the massive glittering palace of conspicuous consumption here in Nova Gorica, Slovenia, one cannot find Stolichnaya, for some reason, but *B&S Brand Vodka* can be had for a frighteningly small sum. A pittance, actually, which makes me not really want to try it. Maybe I will bring some for pre/post-gig excitement, if any (!?!), in Edinburgh. Anyway, in the non-deportation scenario (we have other irons in the fire besides our vain hopes of wedding the pretty ones who look at us for no apparent reason) is, we fly to London Stanstead two days before the show and rent a car and drive to Edinburgh, sans salmon. After that we will be in Scotland for a week or so before we have to be back in Slovenia, if allowed back. So I am hoping that many charitable souls will make suggestions for how we might/can/should spend the week--offers to help us do same also accepted happily. Peri is hoping that we can find some “debauchery” in Edinburgh and/or Glasgow, and I am pretty hopeful myself, provided I don’t have a Slovenian wife by then. Also, since the Slovenian music scene just isn’t the same since Laibach disappeared, we are hoping there might be other little musical goings-on in the area while we’re there, that is, if we’re not too busy debauching. Anyway, please invite us both to any planned reindeer games going on before/after the show. We are starved for native-speaker contact, not to mention like-minded folk. Is it all too pathetic? Thought so. If any southerners would like to ride to Edinburgh with us Saturday night or Sunday morning, let me know. The car-hire thing is not confirmed yet, but pretty damn likely. Michell Ruiz, as a seasoned Legoer of the first order, I recommend that you follow to the letter the suggestions of Ken regarding concentrating on a pet-textured Lego pet. Maintenance issues would be so much simpler, and really, pets made out of Legos, if properly constructed, are just as affectionate as pets made out of meat and hair. Zivljenje je sladko!* s. gazzetti *Yet another non-Smiths non-quote, but rather ‘life is sweet’ in Slovene, which is a language, apparently. Conectate a Internet GRATIS con Yahoo! Conexión: http://conexion.yahoo.com.ar +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From amourfoubaby at xxx.com Thu Feb 28 21:29:12 2002 From: amourfoubaby at xxx.com (Stewie-Louie Ratatouille) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 21:29:12 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I once failed spelling ... no joke. Message-ID: Correction: I did not get my "on coy" of Legal man, but rather my "own copy." I can't believe they are going to let me get a Ph.D. In case it pained anyone to get two e-mails from me in one day, here is a quote to make you smile again: "I've heard that drink is the curse of the working class, but it seems to me that work is the curse of the drinking class." Yes, pint lifters of the world, unite and take over.(!) Cheers Stewart [Amour Fou is always illegal, whether it's disguised as a marriage or a boyscout troop--always drunk, whether on the wine of its own secretions or the smoke of its own polymorphous virtues. It is not the derangement of the senses but rather their apotheosis--not the result of freedom but rather its precondition. - Hakim Bey] _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From antipopconsortium at xxx.com Thu Feb 28 22:27:03 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 22:27:03 +0000 Subject: Sinister: a short piece of theatre for stereolab fans Message-ID: A SHORT PIECE OF THEATRE FOR TWO PLAYERS (It is a Thursday, after school in Birmingham City Centre. General bustle. Enter stage left a boy dressed in winter apparel, he looks scruffy and unhurried, gazing absently left and right as he slowly crosses the stage) (Enter Stage left a young man, also dressed for winter, looking a little unsure of himself - his movements are jerky and lack confidence, he too continually gazes all about him, but unlike the boy it is with a slightly paranoid air, he keeps looking behind him, as if he were being followed. He approaches the boy). MAN: 'Scuse me mate, you couldn't help me could you? (The boy stares at him, stopping in his tracks) BOY: Sorry? MAN: I need some help... (the boy keeps staring) BOY: (slowly) Yeah? MAN: Well you see my car broke down here, and I haven't got any money to buy a train ticket to Leicester, and I have to get back there before tonight. BOY: Oh (he starts to look annoyed) I haven't got any money I could give you mate, sorry... (he starts to walk off) MAN: Well how much have you got? (the boy stares at him and thinks for a moment) BOY: Nothing MAN: Have you got a phone? I have to make a call... BOY: No. Didn't you come out with any money? MAN: No... I haven't got any mate, so if you could... BOY: So you drove all the way from Leicester without any money? Why? MAN: Er, yeah... (he looks listless and uninterested and starts to walk away himself) BOY: You know... (the man turns back) If you go up to the police station, I'm sure they'll be able to help you - it's only down the road. (he grins) (the man exits stage left) (the boy exits stage right) STEREOLAB FANS Not long before Christmas, I went to see Stereolab play live at the Birmingham Academy. I left the house early, because I had to get to the cashpoint nearby for some tshirt money, the halifax one, the one thats closed at the moment. I left excited, making sure I had my ticket, some change for the phone in case I needed to use it (I don't believe in mobiles) and my coat and everything. It wasn't till I got on the bus (the #97 from Bordesley Green East, the stop just outside the Richmond Pub), that I realised I'd forgotten my bus pas. It was too late to go back, if I did that I might miss something, and the buses are usually slow into town during winter evenings, so I paid with some of the change I was carrying and resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't be able to buy either a tshirt or the stereolab exclusive tour single (which isn't that good, but everyone a sucker for exclusive 7" singles aren't they?), because I keep my halifax cashcard inside my bus pass. Damn. But still, I wasn't going to let something like that ruin a good gig, so I sat and waited for the bus to get into town. The bus was indeed slow and laborious, there was some sort of delay right on the outskirts of Town, so that by the time we actually got to the last bus stop, it was gone 7:00, and they would be letting people in already. I had done a quick scan of the people on the bus, and despite the presence of several shady looking characters, I deduced that none of my fellow passengers were destined for the gig that night - far more sinister pursuits undoubtedly awaited them in town. We all got off, and I started walking leisurely towards the Academy, it's probably worth pointing out that I was going to the gig completely on my own - while some of my friends have quite good musical taste, when it comes to Stereolab they all fall into one of two categories, either 'heard of but not heard' or 'not heard of', the philistines. But I actually quite like going to gigs on my own - and for Stereolab, anything. As I approached the venue, past the halifax I was supposed to get tshirt money from, past the McDonalds which was still open, patronised by slack-jawed sportswear sporting types, further down, across the road etc, I noticed a few people were still queing up outside, I knew it was past door opening time, so I assumed they were waiting for other people or something. I wandered past them and up to the fetching brown metal doors of the academy, which were, oddly, only very slightly open. I glanced back at the people in the queue, they were looking at me, but nobody said anything. I poked my head around the door to see two of the orange and black clad security staff chatting outside the ticket booth, "Yes?" said the larger of the two, a slightly imposing skinhead type, they both looked at me. "Er, Stereolab are on tonight aren't they?" I said, getting my grammar wrong in the fluster. "Yeah mate, they're still practising so you'll have to wait," said the security guard, "shouldn't be long now though." he looked at his watch. "Ok, thanks" I said bemusedly, and turned back outside. As I walked to the back of the tiny queue I glanced at the people in it - why hadn't they told me what was going on? I put my hands in my pockets and waited, it was quite cold, but not too bad, and I thought that since there were only a few people already here, I could easily get a good place near the front. That would make up for not getting a tshirt I thought. As I was thinking this a girl wandered across the road - from just outside Toys 'R' Us (Can you do backwards r's on computers? It isn't on my character map), she was attired in a manner befitting to a Stereolab fan, and indeed seemed to be making for the gig. My suspicions were confirmed when she walked past me, down the queue and towards the doors. I wondered if I should say anything, since she was bound to get the same response as I did, but I held back, partly because of my own inherent shyness and also because I thought it was a good chance for the people ahead of me to do the right thing and tell her. But the didn't. So she went up to the door, poked her head round and undoubtedly had the same conversation with the skinhead security guard. She glared at us a minute or so later as she walked back to take her place behind me in the queue and I looked away. About five minutes later the small queue of us were let in, and I couldn't help wondering if what had happened was an exclusive trait of people in shy bands like Stereolab, or if the incident said something about us on a wider scale. I don't know. The gig was fantastic by the way, about as good as you imagine Stereolab live being, there was dancing and merrymaking for all. I used the last of my change to phone home (from the phonebox outside adam's), and ask for a lift back since I didn't have enough for the bus. I got home to find that I had missed all but the last Hefner John Peel Session song, which was mildly annoying. Though I do think, having since heard the whole session, thanks to the wonder of techonology that is audiogalaxy.com that the song I did get to hear 'Anne and Bill' is the best of the bunch. I have an insatiable desire to leave this feeling unfinished and go an pop some bubble wrap. I just know I left it lying around here somewhere... Bye - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Sillylorna at xxx.com Thu Feb 28 22:41:47 2002 From: Sillylorna at xxx.com (Sillylorna at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 17:41:47 EST Subject: Sinister: SillyLorn strikes again... Message-ID: <103.116c95b1.29b00c2b@aol.com> Hey howdy ho! My friend was sitting at the table above Russell Crowe at the baftas the other night. Wow! He’s in the bafta club, or whatever it's called. Makes games for eidos and got nominated for one, so therefore gets to go to these things. he's my favourite friend.. lol Anyway.. Tomorrow I’m going to start on a music video for b&s, involving my boyfriend running behind trees, and up paths. I’m taking my wee doggy Hamish too, we're going on the train, it's his first ever time! awwww. i went to the library today but it was closed, as a poorly laminated piece of paper smothered in running ink informed me, they only open for 3 hours on a Thursday. One of the many reasons I don’t like living in a small town. But there is light at the end of the tunnel we call Crieff.. a nice big university in Derby. Of which I’m so looking forward to. Haven't been accepted yet but the prof of film sent me an e-mail! Oh excited just thinking bout it! I'm going to get some poetry on sat, if anyone has any recommendations I’d be extremely grateful :o) ok I’m going to chat to my bafta friend some more. lol bye bye for now peeps +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rob_brennan at xxx.uk Thu Feb 28 22:45:38 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 22:45:38 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: photos back online Message-ID: <20020228224538.73046.qmail@web10505.mail.yahoo.com> I've shifted the Sinister 'collection' to a yahoo album accessable at: http://uk.photos.yahoo.com/rob_brennan & open the folder 'sinister' Cheers to everyone who gave me tips on hosting services. You all deserve a big pat on the back and a cake. While the new incarnation takes shape, the old site is still available at http://robster75.tripod.com but it would be handy if the 1500 of you could organise a rota for the time being... Thanks also to everyone who's given me feedback in the short time it's been up. You're all fantastic. Robster __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mmeyerson at xxx.com Thu Feb 28 23:09:53 2002 From: mmeyerson at xxx.com (Mark Meyerson) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 18:09:53 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Philly isn't just a young pony Message-ID: <0E7F3B597427D411B78F005004B1134001A708BF@max> hi-hi sinsteries loftly likeable lurker me here I am preetttty weeelllll psyched that B&S are coming to the East Coast I am even more excited that they are coming to wash DC I wasn't sure they'd come to DC so I bought Philly tickets so here's my dilemma although I'd like to see them in Philly too, I am a little broke so that can't really happen so I have four tickets available at what I paid Ticketbastard BELLE AND SEBASTIAN TOWER THEATRE Friday, May 3 2002 8:00PM Seat Location (SECTION RGT OR, ROW H, SEATS 15 TO 21) Total Charge $136.50 So is there any one out there who'd like these tickets I'm not selling them for a penny more than I paid and the seats are pretty good from what I can tell they are about 22 rows back on the right side I've been to the Tower Theater and these are pretty choice seats so please e-mail me if you are interested or if you know someone who might be interested Mark MarkM at psmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rfadden at xxx.com Thu Feb 28 23:46:04 2002 From: rfadden at xxx.com (Robyn Fadden) Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 15:46:04 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: there's chu much love to go around these days Message-ID: <20020228234604.70631.qmail@web11101.mail.yahoo.com> oh, sinister! joy! not only did i just book my ticket to london for may 8, *but* on the way there i'm stopping in toronto for the belle and sebastian show!!! whoo! i was just thinking, well, if i'm going to england in may, which i am definitely going to do, yes, then maybe i should try to see b&s. and the more i thought about it, the more i really really needed to see b&s. because once is not enough (i need not explain why to you understanding lot.) so, yes, good, rah! so perhaps there will have to be a May picnic in london or oxford? okay, i'm just excited. and am therefore not doing work at work, especially because, ooh, there are *so many* new photos up on http://www.missprint.org/sinister/people/ now. crazy! i don't quite know what to make of elise's tunnel picture, but i do like it and want one of myself and everyone i know (elise, please explain please.) and i love jordi's blue cat t-shirt! and melissa's picture includes struan! and (the) pickle prince is a character in 'waking life'! though i could go on, i won't. except to say that andre is dashing. or at least his photo is (he is probably getting much digital dating booty and perhaps a list crush or two?). etcetera etcetera. did i just use the word 'booty'? i guess that means the 'pride and prejudice' influence is over. good! i did enjoy reading it, yes, in a way, but felt it made me too polite. or maybe demure. whatever, it's over now. and really it's quite the fantasy novel isn't it? love *and* money?! oh my :) anyway, it's a bit confusing though b/c i'm reading a book about cyborgs now. cyborgs, yaay! london, yaay! belle and sebastian, yaay! yours, robyn p.s. new boards of canada, yaay! canada winning gold in men's & women's hockey, yaay! (i'm going to go check my blood pressure now.) ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden at yahoo.com Vancouver, BC __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Greetings - Send FREE e-cards for every occasion! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. 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