From Katia913 at xxx.com Tue Jan 1 06:06:29 2002 From: Katia913 at xxx.com (Katia913 at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2002 01:06:29 EST Subject: Sinister: I know it... Message-ID: Sinister, Although i wont be the first to post everywhere, maybe i will in Chicago. Happy new years everyone, maybe this year will be better than the last, although it hasn't been all that bad. Today has been good though! and tomorrow will be better. Details come to those who want... much luck to everyone. kate p.s. Niko- thanks so much for the CDS, its as close as I have ever gotten, and maybe as close as I will get. You didn't need to get me both, but i love you for it! p.p.s. Jeremy- drop me a line, where have you been lately? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Jan 1 14:22:48 2002 From: dahling007 at xxx.com (stacey dahling) Date: Tue, 01 Jan 2002 14:22:48 +0000 Subject: Sinister: out like a lion, in like a lamb Message-ID: Yesterday it felt like spring. There was a warm wind, clear blue skies, bright sun and an overall feeling of newness, change, renewal - relief from a winter that has been oppressive in so many ways. I glanced at a red sign outside a bank - 15 degrees. I suppose I should have been disturbed by this apparent sign of global warming, this omen of the impending apocalypse, or something. But instead I rejoiced in it - what a perfect way to end the year. I also drank all day. I started rather early - as soon as I returned home from brat-sitting. It wasn�t a conscious decision, really. There was no plan per se. I just came home and looked in the fridge and grabbed a beer and opened it and sat down and read a bit, the French doors open. Lovely. Like summer, perhaps? We always allow ourselves a beer on a hot summer afternoon. Yes. Like that. Or like the last fucking day of a weird, tumultuous year. Mmm hmm. So I bought a �basilopita,� basil cake. No, it is not filled with basil. Instead, it�s a traditional St. Basil Day cake, or New Year�s cake. And it�s not even cake, more like sweet bread. It says �Xronia Polla 2002� on its top and it has a gold coin inside. You�re supposed to cut a piece for everyone at your table, plus pieces for Jesus and the Virgin and St. Basil and dead people and whoever else you can think of. And, as the flatmate jovially added, the cockroaches. Which is perhaps why it�s so enormous. Lordy. It feels nice to take part in random cultural traditions like this. At about 5 p.m., I solidified the evening�s plans with the flatmate, Coral. She had been working all day on a simple book review, but the shit just wasn�t flowing. It was literary constipation, if you will. It was making her cranky and whiney and tedious. Apparently she was also sad because half of her New Year�s Eve plans had fizzled. The original plan was to go out with me, her boyfriend and his best friend - a gorgeous poet, not too bad, eh? - to the main city square for the big countdown festivities then afterwards to a suburb to meet up with two other couples and go to a strip club. Nice couples activity, eh? Hmmm. The plans were foiled when they discovered the trains stopped running at 11 p.m. and there was no convenient way to get in and out of the suburbs otherwise, since traffic was monstrous and taxis were impossible to find. I regarded New Years plans with peculiar interest this year. I took note of everyone�s chosen way to herald in the new year as if they were deciding how they wanted to die. Wow, Coral wanted to go out in a strip club. Seemed apt. Me, I just wanted to make sure I wasn�t alone. Many others decided to spend it in bed. I can identify the source of such weird thinking: Last Night. Good film. Saw it a few days ago. So what did we end up doing? Well, Coral, me and the other absentee flatmate Jane, who appeared yesterday and will be disappearing again on Thursday, all put on our coats and walked into the city center. Jane wore a little black top, jeans and an enormous silver-buckle belt almost the size as her skinny little head with painfully high-heeled boots. I wore a little black dress, fuschia tights and a Johnny-collar beige cardigan thing, with weird black and silver trainers. Coral wore her schlompiest pair of oversized khaki trousers, a maroon tee-shirt with a drawing of a bear on it, and her navy blue hoodie, with huge blocky black hiking boots and a long black overcoat. Why I feel it is important to note this, I have no idea. I guess because I think we looked an odd sight walking into the city. We left at 10:30 p.m. and walked all the way downtown - 20 minutes - buying three enormous cans of beer on the way. When we arrived at Syntagma Square, it was surprisingly not crowded. Well, it was crowded, yes, but I had been expecting Times Square-esque crowding and it was nothing like that. The place was packed, however, with a disproportionate amount of gypsies and scary-looking young men who stared at us lecherously as we squeezed by. And it wasn�t all that happening. There was no ball hoisted atop a high stand, waiting to be dropped. There was only an enormous fake Christmas tree and a stage with a weird Latin band performing. I saw one mime buying a gyro from a wee little gyro stand, but that was it for other entertainment. And Jane was getting claustrophobic and skeeved out by the guys, so I suggested we head up to the Areopagus, an enormous slippery rock just underneath the Acropolis, which offers an unparalleled view of the city. I had this idea in my head that there would be a cheesy laser light show on the Acropolis at midnight, or at the very least fireworks. And I figured there would be a rowdy crew up there drinking in darkness. So we climbed up through Plaka, which was eerily deserted. We walked by ancient monuments dramatically lit up, past a pair of street musicians playing a gorgeous mournful tune on an empty street corner. As we got to the top, others came out of nowhere, mostly foreigners (including three German guys, one very cute), and followed us to the Areopagus. There were about 30 motorcycles parked at the base of the rock and the sound of plenty of people up top. We were worried it would be too crowded, but it wasn�t. It was perfect. We got a choice spot near the edge and settled down, cracking open our beers. It had been about 11:30 when we left Syntagma, and it seemed that midnight would be approaching any minute. We wondered how we�d know. Coral was the only one with a watch, and not a very accurate one at that. The rowdy crowd of young Greeks and random foreigners was not very organized. One especially drunk group started into a long, painful rendition of an �Ole ole� cheer as Coral�s watch struck midnight, but everyone else was silent. And there were no fireworks. Then a large group of tourists started a countdown (at 50) and we doubted that was accurate, but as they screamed �One!� fireworks sprang out of the roof of Parliament. Amazing! We clinked beer cars and lit sparklers I had brought and watched as about 15 separate fireworks displays lit up the sky. We could see for miles, into suburbs 40 minutes from the city center, all the way to the sea and the mountains. The main Athens display was by far the best, but there were also some pretty red flares going off in Kifissia, and Patissia, and ooooh look at that one in Pireaus! It was fantastic! And just as the fireworks ended, the church bells began to peal all over the city, which was also a fantastic effect. We stayed up there for about half an hour - no laser light show at the Acropolis, unfortunately - during which time the cute German tried to chat us up, but Coral was terribly rude. I gave him a sparkler, which he waved around a bit with a forced smile and said �This is fun!� Ha! Then we headed to Psirri for a drink, weaving around ancient sites again along the way. Psirri is this hip area, set in a restored red-light district. We had been there several times on hot summer evenings, when the sidewalks and parking lots and streets were overflowing with caf� tables and fashionable youth. There are several innovative tavernas there, and an area �rocket salad� specialty. Anyway, it wasn�t as fun in winter; all the tables were inside and hardly anyone was outside, even though it was practically sweater weather at 15 degrees. We ended up at this tiny place, hidden behind a parking lot, where we had gone out for drinks with an older American woman this summer. We were told there was a 10,000 drachma ($25) minimum, set menu for the night, and that all restaurants were doing that. We decided to splurge. Good excuse to eat and drink a lot, anyway. We got a table wedged between this silent family - mom wearing a scary black dress with spider-style sleeves - and a punk couple. The other room was filled with older women in slinky sequined dresses and fur coats and their heavily-cologned husbands. Behind us, there were a few anorexic girls in mini skirts and shiny tube tops. Coral, dressed in schlompwear, beamed at the spectacle. There was a live band playing traditional Greek folk music, and the old ladies were clapping and swaying and singing along in glee. Despite the size of the place and lack of vacant floor, I knew there would be dancing by the end of the night. We did not have to wait long. These two old ladies kept jumping up and dancing for the benefit of the entire establishment. I hoped they were really drunk. At the end, even the young girls were dancing, and we commented on the weird traditional Greek revival among the youth. At one point this young gypsy boy pulled up a chair and plopped down on it, hugging a little drum. The kid couldn�t have been older than 10. But he was fucking incredible! A lil prodigy drummer boy. Everyone looked on, astounded, as he bent over his drum and whacked away. He had this world-weary look. He looked like a little man as he bent over and then sat up and glanced at the ceiling in almost studied indifference. The kid had attitude. And in the break he reached down, pulled up a bottle of Coke, and dramatically took a swig as if it was beer. We giggled. It was adorable. Then he disappeared after only three songs and we sadly commented on the fact that he was probably called downstairs to do dishes or something. Three hours and two carafes of wine later, we headed home. It was 4 a.m. and there were no taxis in sight, so we walked all the way back. Along the way, we stopped at an ATM and withdrew our very first Euro bill! It was crisp and clean and so weird-looking. Coral squealed with glee. I was a bit disappointed the ATM was working; I had been expecting some awful week-long Euro-introduction disaster that would rival the Y2K scare in form and scope, and was a bit disappointed that things were going smoothly so far. Ah well. Then we passed the city hall, where I noticed three freakish looking camels standing near an enormous nativity set. I had brought my camera along for the evening, but had yet to use it. So I begged Coral to go pose with the camels, and of course, got more than I bargained for. For, after pretending to mount a camel, she ran into the nativity set to pose with the baby Jesus and announced with a devilish glint in her eyes that I couldn�t expect her to enter a nativity set and not take a souvenir. Oh dear. She started to shove baby Jesus in her bag, but I screamed, �Not Baby Jesus! That�s sacriledge!� Not like I�m religious really, but I couldn�t help but remember two years ago when I was a reporter in a small town in Massachusetts and the cops reported that Baby Jesus had been stolen from the town nativity set and everyone treated it as if it were the worst crime ever. People are really attached to their Baby Jesuses. I remember the huge sigh of relief when Jesus was returned after a town-wide plea was issued. Anyway, I convinced her not to take Jesus. Instead, she picked up a sheep and started to run in the direction of Omonia Square. A sheep! The size of a very large dog! Under one arm, casual-like. Jane had been off staring at the sky, waiting us to finish with our funny photos, mindlessly listening to two Greek girl gossip when suddenly the girls stopped, started giggling insanely and pointed in the direction of the fleeing Coral. Jane looked up in horror as she realized her flatmate was running off with a nativity sheep, and started running after me, who was walking briskly in the opposite direction. Ha! The three of us congregated again in Omonia Square. We actually thought we had lost Coral and the sheep - how this is possible I do not know - when we saw a little sheep head pop out from behind a kiosk and look in our direction. I almost peed my pants. We started walking along Omonia, haven for 4 a.m. activity and drug transactions, as casual as possible. A few people stared, sure. One druggie approached, saying �nice doggie,� then drew back in horror realizing it was in fact a large fake sheep. Poor dear probably thought he was having hallucinations. Amazingly, we got the sheep home without incident, even pausing for a few photos. We named him Angelis, after angel (since he was, after all, rescued from a manger) and what we guessed was the greek word for sheep. Angelis has a patch of loose wool at the very top of his head - he seems to be wearing a piece - and one of his hooves seems damaged. His wool is a bit dirty. But he�s a good lamb. His new home is the corner of our living room, near the door. He has this look about him, as if he is in motion, approaching you from across the room, maybe coming in off the balcony. He looks up at you. Very life-like. It�s uncanny. I�ve already had two scares when I walked to the bathroom, forgetting he was there, and felt his eyes on me. Eeps! We might move him around the apartment at random, like we do with this little fake caterpillar in the kitchen. Gives him a bit of life and excitement, and spices up our holdrum home life. Before going to bed, we cut the New Year�s cake. Coral cut eight pieces - one for each of us, one for Angelis, one for Jesus, one for the Virgin Mary, one for the Father and one for the House. So far, none has gotten the golden coin, but Coral says the Virgin always tends to get the damn thing. Overall, a pretty good evening I�d say. For exclusive photos of Angelis the Sheep: www.geocities.com/dahling007/photos8.htm You will also be treated with a rather frighening photo of yours truly, ass-poppin' style. Don't say I didn't warn you. Hope y'all had a nice day and a super duper year to come. What ever happened to that bowling tournament? I wanna know ho the sini bowling champion of the world is! Ken? MWAH! ~dahling _________________________________________________________________ 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 astrid.wiezell at xxx.se Tue Jan 1 16:26:35 2002 From: astrid.wiezell at xxx.se (Astrid Wiezell) Date: Tue, 01 Jan 2002 16:26:35 Subject: Sinister: just a thought for astrid Message-ID: <218912350@spray.se> Hey, Hahaha. I´m sorry, but I didn´t think anyone could mistake be for being a boy, but, um, Astrid is a girlname, and I am a girl, so, you do the maths. I guess that was what I wanted to say. Oh, right, about the new year, well I hope that you all will have a nice year, and all that. I´m going to do things I´m afraid of this year. Lots of stuff like: *Record demo with band, which I am truly scared of since I am afraid that tey guy in the studio will laugh at me or just sigh and roll his eyes when I start playing. *Have first proper gig with band. Stagefright is something I kind of have, just sometimes but I can imagine this will be one of those moments when I stand there trembling. *Quitting the school I´m in now, or, well, I´m going to quit it along with everyone else in it, because we are the oldest class now so I´ll start a completely new school which will be fantastic and really reliefing but still scary. *Going to England for a while. I dunno why it´d be scary, but, well, I guess it is. It´s a different country? No, that´s not scary, and my mum´ll be there. Maybe I´ll meet a certain boy there. THAT scares me. Oh, right, I´m going to get myself a boyfriend as well.. oh wait.. that´s what I say every year.. well, better luck for this one I can only hope! Lots of love from THE GIRL, Astrid x p.s haven´t you heard of the female author Astrid Lindgren? She wrote Pippi Longstocking, Madicken, Mio my Mio and lots of more books. Oh well. Just making it clear that I am in fact a girl. _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Vinn en Nokia 5510, spela spray quiz http://quiz.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 annika.lindberg at xxx.se Tue Jan 1 16:03:07 2002 From: annika.lindberg at xxx.se (AN) Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2002 17:03:07 +0100 Subject: Sinister: What did you get for Christmas this year? Message-ID: <002f01c192dd$cdde2500$ac6ec6c3@Suravision> 31st December 2001 My grandmother says she heard that after each Christmas one gains about 7 lbs (3 kg). I believe and hope for chrissake that she's wrong. ((Heavy)) I should start with wishing you all a merry post-christmas and a happy post-new year. Or maybe I should finish with that. As I have wished for a while now I got a portable cd/mp3-player for Christmas. Putting together good mp3-cd's for it will keep me busy for a while. ((Happy)) How thoughtful of Miss Llew to post (earlier in December) a "How To Write A Sinister Post"-post! I have read it carefully though I think I might be doing things in the wrong order. I started with forgetting about being coherent, then I went on to forgetting about being witty as well. I hope it will work out anyway. (Also umm thanks to Mr Chu for his err "How not to write a sinister post"-post.) I have started listening to my Bathers tapes again. Had almost forgotten about them. Earlier this month I was going to do some Christmas baking(?) and since we only have a cassette player in the kitchen I had to find a good band to enjoy meanwhile. I found The Bathers! Ok, it's not exactely washing-up music, or any kind of real dance-moving music but it was really nice to just "float" around in the kitchen, singing along a little here and there and stomping your feet in the floor at certain times for better expression. Maybe because it reminds me of my lovely trip to Glasgow. ((Hovering)) Girlie snowangel Astrid (Hi sweet!) wrote about the song "Meatballs in your nose" and me being swedish and one of those on the list who knows this song, I couldn't help but laugh myself silly when I read it! ((Hee-hawing)) She also said: "I haven´t met a single person yet not to have laughed about it." (The meatball song) "What does that say about my friends? (Don´t answer that!)" My parents laughed at that song. What does that say about my parents? I have discovered that I have a cousin with fairly good taste in music. A while ago I asked him what kind of music he listens too, and it seemed then like he mostly listened to some kind of underground hip hop music and basically no-good-music. But last time we met, in September, he had been to a Fosca gig. And now that we met on Christmas Eve he had been to this gig with a wonderful Swedish singer/songwriter Kristofer Åström, whom I had also seen. I'm starting to happily believe that there is hope for my cousin after all. Maybe we'll go to a gig together next year. Tomorrow is New Years Eve. Forgot to buy Champagne! (Sheesh stupid girl) But that will be sorted out I think. Can always drink someone elses champagne, "accidentally". I plan to get drunk and gigglish and silly and happily silly and annoyingly silly and madly silly...all as usual. ((Helter-skeltering)) Next time...next year! ********************************************************** 1st January 2002 Happy New Year! They will all come back to me. The memories of last night. I'm quite sure they will, they always do. I've never had any blackouts (at least none caused by too much alcohol). Though I have never been that drunk before, and I was a little worried earlier this morning about how I would feel later on. But I'm ok. Great party, great fun, great new year indeed! The list of needless knowledge: 1. I taught myself how to drink white wine 2. I spilled some wine 3. Me and my friend V sent an SMS to a person we knew and who's phone number we thought we knew. A couple of confused SMS's later we started believing that we could have been wrong. The guy on the other end had the nerve to call us his concubines 4. I met an old classmate I hadn't seen in 2 years 5. Friend M began exclaiming that he was a concubine 6. I tried to get the music from the stereo to make sense. Failure 7. I wrestled with the cd's 8. Friend V snogged with the host 9. Friend M realised what "concubine" actually meant and decided he did no longer wish to be a concubine. Instead he thrusted the title upon me 10. I got two unexpected guests following me back to my house to stay the night. (They came from another city and had no place to sleep. Luckily my parents were out of town) 11. I woke up today and found a bruise as big as a mandarine (and I'm not exaggerating!) on my left leg below the knee. I have absolutely no idea of what I have done. 12. Me and the unexpected guests just finished watching Ivanhoe. Now they have headed for home Ivanhoe has almost become a must on new year's day. I don't know why. Think about it, the hero lies wounded throughout most of the film because of one little wound, and he is in love with one woman but seduces another. What kind of hero does that make him, really? Still, he is Ivanhoe. It's my friend's birthday tomorrow, and we are going to another party at some guy who's birthday it is too. And on the 5th there's a moving-in-party to attend. I'm not sure if neither my wallet nor my head will manage it. I can't think of anything else to write now, the state that I am in. So finally I'd just like to say, Belle and Sebastian! Kisses and Concubines /AN Monchichi +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 1 22:08:38 2002 From: brazilp at xxx.ie (trish delish) Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2002 22:08:38 +0000 Subject: Sinister: tales of a tortured bus ride Message-ID: <3C289D07@ntserver-e2w2.tcd.ie> hi kids i suppose it's a little late to be reviewing the belfast gig, so i'll just add my shout outs to all the members of the sinister massive who were there (though a slightly muted shout to the pervy priest (Aka dirty vicar) for his disparaging title about the kids on the bus) actually, i think those of us who travelled on the bus deserve some kind of prize....someone mentioned their hope that we introduce the presumably bemused bus driver to the joys of b and s. well, seamus and louise came prepared with tapes, and so impressed was the bus driver that he drove the last 100 miles home with the window down (sub zero temperatures bedamned) and once the tape had ended, decided on a musical/cultural exchange by bombarding us with the joyful 106.8 fm, dublin's ONLY country music radio station...who'da thunk it? personal faves included the delightful rockabilly version of away in a ma-a-a-nger, and the song whose title i missed, but whose chorus told of the boy who drove his car to the county fair, got bar-beee-kew sauce on his shirt, and a girl who was killing him with her mini skirt. ah, much as i try to describe the joys, only those of us who experienced it will share that special bond... so on to other things....actually, one thing i would like to mention about the belfast gig is that some of the crowd really could have gotten into the spirit of things a little more....some wag beside me on the balcony provided endless entertainment to his mates by (loudly) calling isobel a dickhead every time she opened her mouth to sing....a pity, i hope she didn't mind too much. otherwise, it really was a fab gig in every way, someone reviewing glasgow mentioned it was great to see them all enjoy themselves, which i thought in belfast too - a lovely change from the guitar smashing antics of dublin in times past and so, it's off to bed and dreams of a year when i can smugly say i managed at least 24 hours before breaking all my resolutions (i write this surrounded by chocs, ciggies and nary a heterosexual man in sight) happy new year kids trish delish ps actually, writing that last bit, i've had a bit of a belated epiphany - could the chocs and ciggies be responsible for the last bit? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! pps i promise that as of now, i will never ever mention the word bus in a sinister post again...it really can't be that interesting to those, ohhh 1387 of you, who weren't on it...nitenite! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sinister at xxx.com Tue Jan 1 22:57:18 2002 From: sinister at xxx.com (John Jennings) Date: Tue, 01 Jan 2002 22:57:18 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Are we talking about the bird or the chocolate bar? Message-ID: <3C323ECE.9000508@london.com> Roight Hello. Well i hope you've all been having fun over christmas and new year. i've been sat around.... i've done a bit of work... i went to sheffield and met will and dimitra which was nice... i went to nottingham and walked around going 'gah this is so much better than leicester' which i do periodically to remind myself that my home city is ace. and it is. so there. My mission for over christmas was to say the words 'my band' in as many sentences as possible, with as many people as possible... apparently its 'subtle advertising' and people who previously hated us will be flocking to see us when we next play (this month.. hurrah)... that was the plan.... 'it makes me sound like i'm in a pathetic college band though' i whined when it was suggested to me.... 'but you are in a pathetic college band' was the answer... which is very true... my band my band my band my band. ahem. New years is always such an anticlimax isn't it? I went to a party. sat around. got cold (ooh did i mention it had snowed in leicester? now i can join in these snow conversations that everyone seems to be having. hurrah) and then went home. ooh but its now 2002. wow. it sounds very futuristic doesn't it? Just think of all that science fiction that is set now, and last year as well. I have a horrible feeling we're disappointing past generations though. Lets see, influencial inventions of the last decade... erm... dual cyclone vacuum cleaner... dvd players....and i saw a body dryer thing on tomorrows world which was quite impressive... sigh. how depressing. oh hang on you're supposed to be positive for the new year aren't you. damn. Well anyway, I hope all Sinister people have a super grate 2002 with extra bits of grateness stuck in unexpected places (erm... please interpret this is the most innocent sense). its gonna be a super grate year methinks. JP. 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 Wed Jan 2 11:03:37 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Wed, 02 Jan 2002 11:03:37 +0000 Subject: Sinister: (My ball's got) miraculous technique Message-ID: Oh no the snow stop snowing, maybe we'll get some bowling* and drinking in, before taking off to the skys pretend that you're giraffe, why does her lazy eye rest on his skin, his balls and his bowling shoes? Take a look, around you, the spring had sent the sound of rain upon your window sill So grab your balls and hit a strike for me I think that I've forgotten how to bowl but I know the reason I want to curl shots down a lane That's why we're on the late shift He stole his shoes, I've bought a crate of red bull To commemorate the day Take a look, around you There's too much drinks around the table where you're sitting still so grab your straw, and suck it all for me STRINGS AND FLUTE BIT And now my legs are weak, but if I Hear DDR speak then I'll start dancing She's got miraculous technique If I could be a song, I could be that one that they played in stevie's room And dance with you the whole night long Take a look, around you, the drinks had sent me all dancing around the windowsill so grab your coat, and worship songs for me So, that was the London division of the SINISTER INTERNATIONAL BOWLING DAY. Our effort was 15 people strong, and we split into three teams and played against each other, in the friendliest of ways. (i.e. no tripping up people on opposing teams) Overall winner were the "enzymes" who won convincingly despite losing 2 team members during the second game. Top score of the day was 157. We then carried on drinking, played DDR, and then danced to some P!O!P! at Mr Trousers'. Highlights include the successful stealing of bowling shoes, the drinking of beer, the exhibition of world-class level pool playing, the purchase of too many energy drinks, the eating of food, the "stereo worshipper" dancing. Thank you for everyone who turned up, hope you all had a great time, and more thanks to miss SGS for having the original idea of going bowling in the first place, and the boy G, who claimed the prize of a pair of lovely (smelling) bowling shoes. So, where are the reportings back from the rest of the world's SINISTER INTERNATIONAL BOWLING DAY? Hope you all went bowling! Or I would be very disappointed. Red Bulls and Red Bulls Ken * just as a note of interest, apparently "bowling" in the original sturan song refers not to 10-pin bowling but the much more exciting crown green bowling. _________________________________________________________________ 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 rwr at xxx.uk Wed Jan 2 12:24:15 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Wed, 02 Jan 2002 12:24:15 +0000 Subject: Sinister: A short word on ornithology Message-ID: Felicitous salutations to y'all on this the new year and the dawning of my time out of the nursery. Guess how many times I nearly but not quite slid over and fell on my arse whilst walking through this frosty winter wonderland on my way to work?! The highlight of my hols was Friday when I saw Courtney Pine down at the jazz cafe in Camden, I had a copy of 'Fold your hands child..' with me- recently purchased at a late nite record store when we found we'd shown up 2 hours early. Started off with a jazzy version of Nirvana's 'Come as you are', the rest of the evening was just a joyous noise for my untrained ear but apparently there was some Zeppelin and others entwined within. The rest of the time was spent watching late night Hitchcock with my sister, 'Rear Window' makes it almost possible to forgive James Stewart for 'It's A Wonderful Life' plus I had forgotten just how wonderfully papier-mache the villains of 'The Birds' were. And now a loud cheer for the wonderful people at RSPB or National Trust- whoever it was who now has my home town swarming with red kites. At first it was all top secret and only Mr Gibbons the farmer had any confirmed sightings but on one of my bored, post A-level rambles lo' above one hillock was a big eagle type bird with that concave tail kites have! For a good ten minutes I watched it until *BANG* both of us jump. What sounds awfully like a gun echoes for a second time from the house at the bottom of said hillock. A mental picture- red faced tweed infested Berkshire farmer "Ge' Offw my Lan'!!", some evil bastard who deserves to be hung up by his toe-nails has been poisoning some of the kites so maybe it's the bird and not me he's aiming for. In the end we both scarper just to be on the safe side (in retrospect I admit it was most likely a car back-firing.) And now Sinister these gorgeous birdies have found a nice little niche in the Chiltern ecosystem and are everywhere, along the roadsides, circling over admin's pub lunches, one swooping low over the back garden one Sunday- The End. Becky P.S. cheers to whoever posted that review on The Reindeer Section, have purchased accordingly. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Wed Jan 2 13:59:37 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2002 13:59:37 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: drifting into the arena of the unwell Message-ID: i saw in the new year with a quick snog before returning to suitably festive programming - 'the wicker man' on channel 4. we know how to party in brighton. i had been to a party beforehand, actually, but left as soon as vomit became a feature. i am a grown-up now, after all. christmas was fine, lovely. chaos did threaten to break out over a game of Balderdash, due to my gran forgetting the rules every 5 seconds, but a few more gin and tonics all round and we were miraculously in harmony again. at least one member of the family was asleep at any given moment on xmas day, which also helped keep the peace. i did not go bowling. this is because i was dramatically ill with what may have been flu, but was more likely chocolate withdrawal. also my boyfriend hoovered up my knitting by mistake so my bowling outfit was ruined... instead i pondered a lot on the events of 2001 (both personal and political) and decided that i am in danger of wasting my life. coming back to work and finding the place like a tomb hasn't helped with this feeling - i'm doing about as much good behind this desk as a stapler. i suppose the fact that i'm moving into my lovely flat at the dawning of 2002 is a good omen, but what was i thinking renting an attic? i have spent the morning lugging shelves, futons, chairs and assorted junk up an unreasonable number of stairs and have rushed to work probably covered in dust. well, only 363 more days to mess up... luv archel xxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From AWillia at xxx.com Wed Jan 2 14:25:32 2002 From: AWillia at xxx.com (Andrew Williams (UKHQ - Merch)) Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2002 09:25:32 -0500 Subject: Sinister: tonight auld lang syne means leave before the kissing starts... Message-ID: Hello Sinister, Hope you are all well and had a great new year. We had a fantastic time at Track & Field in London, and also managed to catch up with the Strange Fruit people as well so all in all we saw just about everybody. I have been happy since Christmas cos I got a dart board, and it is now my new years resolution to score 180 in open play, hopefully against Matt Powell. My other resolutions are to have a song I write played on the radio, continue to stop smoking and write two books (one fiction, one non-fiction). I thought I would drop you a line, beacuse there was a little mini-interview with Stuart in the Scotsman the other day (I buy it for the Derek Allen crossword) and I thought you might be interested, hope it hasn't already been mentioned. There is probably a link to a website, but anyway, here it is... STUART MURDOCH, SINGER WITH BELLE & SEBASTIAN. Best thing you saw in 2001? "Gary Teale's mesmerising performances in the Ayr midfield. We will miss him." Best thing you heard? "The Camera Obscura LP." Strongest memory? "Sarah singing 'Baby', a beautiful Brazilian song, to beautiful Brazilians in Sao Paulo." Looking forward to...? "I'm looking forward to seeing more of the ball." New Year's resolution? "I resolve to become immortal. And then die." And that was it really. Nice plug for the Camera Obscura album though, and well done to them and Saloon for their Festive 50 placings. For anyone who's interested my favourite album of 2001 was "Once" by the Tyde. Right, well I'll be off then. See some of you soon, the rest of you take care, lots of love, Andrew. Tel: 020 7395 3463 Fax: 020 7240 0527 awillia at bordersgroupinc.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 farrell_danny at xxx.com Wed Jan 2 23:53:57 2002 From: farrell_danny at xxx.com (Danny Farrell) Date: Wed, 02 Jan 2002 23:53:57 +0000 Subject: Sinister: i feel heavenly when she says i am heavenly but she is more heavenly Message-ID: hello lovelies, it's been a wee while,i guess. so much has happened, so. I was indeed part of the lovely dundee group just before christmas consisting of mr william gneissy,zozefina and of course the adorable if slightly bossy rachel.the last dundee picnic,which was wonderful, consisted of only four people so was this another unofficial picnic,i wonder. we ate fajiti's and drank sangria,and lot's was said,and lot's was not said too.a lovely time. I've had the flu through most of christmas,i managed to make it to the B&S gig though but i was quite delirious through most of it though,which wasn't fun and can remember very very little of it. the christmas period was fun indeed,mostly spent with alan and ryan.Hearts were broken and drink was consumed and hearts where mended a little and hearts changed hands and some stars were allowed to shine brighter in the sky as some fell.Oh did i mention drink was consumed,i guess maybe a little too much,or maybe not enough.i....me,well i did what i always try to do.i strived for the future,the one where i get what i truly want,regardless of proposals from ex's and ex friend girls,who i really wish would just leave me alone to be.be me,be complete. yes friend-girls and ex's. the ex never leaves me alone,but it seems the friend-girl she only ever wants me when i don't need her,when i have someone else,when i have the chance to be happy,she crawls out of the woodwork and tries to do everything she possibly can to throw the proverbial spanners in the machinery,but she didn't,i didn't let her.for once.and i don't intend to ever.i have hope. i met the adorable kirsten marie kenyon who it seemed was just as much the fun queen in the flesh as she is on our very own wee sinister,although this was only from five minutes as the poor wee soul was shattered from travelling et al. she gave me saltine crackers from someone,not someone random,someone in particular.my baker.bakers usually make bread not crackers,this baker is special. I have talked with a few of my friends about nirvana recently,i'm not sure why actually,but yes,i used to really like them,now i don't.very little anyway.anyway,yes theres something that draws me back to them very infrequently when i feel a certain way and here it is. Kurt's voice,the groaning,the screaming,the shouting.this is undeniable but there is something there,right at the centre, a touch of honey,of sugar of sweetness. i like to think of this as hope.That although he feels so much pain as evidenced by the lyrics and the screaming and the actions et al.he had this tiny core of hope,that coated his voice and in some ways made him beautiful.his honey centre,his hope.i'd like to think he believed that maybe it would all get better,that the world and his life would become beautiful for him. I have this hope now,i had it locked away tight inside of me for a long time but now someone has let it free and it radiates all around me making me glow in a way i have never felt before,i hope.for life.for more. Mr Cobain couldn't keep this hope and nurture it and become whole again i hope.we all can. i love lou,i mean you......i mean take care your danny xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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 farrell_danny at xxx.com Wed Jan 2 23:54:29 2002 From: farrell_danny at xxx.com (Danny Farrell) Date: Wed, 02 Jan 2002 23:54:29 +0000 Subject: Sinister: i feel heavenly when she says i am heavenly but she is more heavenly Message-ID: hello lovelies, it's been a wee while,i guess. so much has happened, so. I was indeed part of the lovely dundee group just before christmas consisting of mr william gneissy,zozefina and of course the adorable if slightly bossy rachel.the last dundee picnic,which was wonderful, consisted of only four people so was this another unofficial picnic,i wonder. we ate fajita's and drank sangria,and lot's was said,and lot's was not said too.a lovely time. I've had the flu through most of christmas,i managed to make it to the B&S gig though but i was quite delirious through most of it though,which wasn't fun and can remember very very little of it. the christmas period was fun indeed,mostly spent with alan and ryan.Hearts were broken and drink was consumed and hearts where mended a little and hearts changed hands and some stars were allowed to shine brighter in the sky as some fell.Oh did i mention drink was consumed,i guess maybe a little too much,or maybe not enough.i....me,well i did what i always try to do.i strived for the future,the one where i get what i truly want,regardless of proposals from ex's and ex friend girls,who i really wish would just leave me alone to be.be me,be complete. yes friend-girls and ex's. the ex never leaves me alone,but it seems the friend-girl she only ever wants me when i don't need her,when i have someone else,when i have the chance to be happy,she crawls out of the woodwork and tries to do everything she possibly can to throw the proverbial spanners in the machinery,but she didn't,i didn't let her.for once.and i don't intend to ever.i have hope. i met the adorable kirsten marie kenyon who it seemed was just as much the fun queen in the flesh as she is on our very own wee sinister,although this was only from five minutes as the poor wee soul was shattered from travelling et al. she gave me saltine crackers from someone,not someone random,someone in particular.my baker.bakers usually make bread not crackers,this baker is special. I have talked with a few of my friends about nirvana recently,i'm not sure why actually,but yes,i used to really like them,now i don't.very little anyway.anyway,yes theres something that draws me back to them very infrequently when i feel a certain way and here it is. Kurt's voice,the groaning,the screaming,the shouting.this is undeniable but there is something there,right at the centre, a touch of honey,of sugar of sweetness. i like to think of this as hope.That although he feels so much pain as evidenced by the lyrics and the screaming and the actions et al.he had this tiny core of hope,that coated his voice and in some ways made him beautiful.his honey centre,his hope.i'd like to think he believed that maybe it would all get better,that the world and his life would become beautiful for him. I have this hope now,i had it locked away tight inside of me for a long time but now someone has let it free and it radiates all around me making me glow in a way i have never felt before,i hope.for life.for more. Mr Cobain couldn't keep this hope and nurture it and become whole again i hope.we all can. i love lou,i mean you......i mean take care your danny 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 samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Thu Jan 3 00:24:32 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 00:24:32 Subject: Sinister: A film. Message-ID: Hello once again. I'm back, after a two-week repost to eat, drink and be faux-merry around various family members. Christmas and New Year? Both fine, thank you very much. New Year was slightly B&S tinted, culminating in me singing the entirity of Tigermilk at one Jo Perry (of this parish) at about 4am on 1st January, which was entertaining. I write, however, to recommend a film. I don't often see a movie which inspires me to tell 1503 other people about it, but I implore you to go and see The Pledge. It's gorgeous, it really is. It's basically about obsession and what it does to a man, but at the same time, it asks subtle questions surrounding God, what He can do, and divine intervention and all that stuff. It's also wonderfully shot, with some wonderful imagery and references. Just go and see it. It's very slow moving, but it doesn't drag. If it were an album, it would be a Low album - slow and beautiful. And that's all I really wrote to say. Damn it's cold round these parts. Stay warm everybody. love Asm.x ================= "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield _________________________________________________________________ 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 neil at xxx.net Thu Jan 3 09:55:10 2002 From: neil at xxx.net (Neil Robertson) Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 09:55:10 -0000 Subject: Sinister: B&S VCD Message-ID: <000f01c1943c$bc5c51c0$1384fc3e@neil> As it happens, we're in the middle of putting it together, Should be ready in a few weeks/ months. There are other TV things you haven't mentioned, but I'm not going to mention them because if we don't use them I'll end up getting chinned about it. Cheers, 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 vilkas at xxx.com Thu Jan 3 10:17:15 2002 From: vilkas at xxx.com (Willitron300) Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 05:17:15 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Snow Bunnies Message-ID: 1. IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! 2. Ok. Have I mentioned? IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!! This is the best thing in the world. It's up to a few inches already and I can't sleep cos I'm so excited. I've already got a sledding day planned tomorrow with my friend Sybil. (Sadly the snow this evening the snow wasn't accumulated enough to sled plus I ought to be asleep already.) We were on the phone plotting where the best hills are. Libbie Hill Park has a great extra steep hill; but sadly at the bottom of the hill is Main Street. You have to pull some Wu-Tang-Hi-Karate-Kung-Fu stylee sledding shit to not glide into the street. Ah, but there are more parks: Chimborazo, Forest Hill, the sides of the Water Resevoir... Plus friends who live out in the country with hills and trees and shit. Snow's so gorgeous; it's nature's glitter. The air is all crisp; none of this 97% humidity with no rain business. And all the pollen, mold, and dust is frozen away. Everything is all glistening, glowing and smooth. It's as if sunlight fell to earth. The usually orange-grey chemical-tone city sky is a nice creamsicle colour. I can't explain the degree to which snow makes me happy. It's not hot. I spend at least 8 months of the year cursing the climate. Autumn and Spring are nice unless the weather is being a beotch and perpetrating a fraud as a different season. I mean 80 degrees farenheit in November on the Mid-Atlantic seaboard of the US? That's just wrong. Do you understand how tempted I am, now at 3am, to go make a snow angel in my front yard? A snow angel on cement? Oh yes. I just wanna go find a field of undisturbed snow (ahem...that's virgin snow) and lay down in the middle and watch the flakes fall. But that would get really cold after about a a minute and a half. And the local inbred-hooligan-spawn-of-satan-children would probably fuck with me. 3.5 Yes, even in the middle of the night. The kids've probably got sensors in their brains for anyone whose sister isn't also their mother. Really, this extra swanky reputable university did this study of inbreeding in Virginia. Turns out Oregon Hill, my neighbourhood, has the highest rate of inbreeding in the state. There are the locals ad then there other residents of the area are artists and hippees. Like me. See, I'm proud of my backwoods childhood. Y'know, no indoor plumbing except cold water until 1987, fireplace heating for the house, walking a mile uphill both ways to the school bus. But these kids are not even back woods. They give being a redneck a bad name. There are loads of rebel flags hung proudly and teenagers who listen to gangsta rap but hate anyone who isn't white. But I digress. 3. Snow Bunnies is the tentative name of my tentative exhibition. Crossing my fingers that the flaky gallery owners are not gonna flake out. 4. Katy Dutton, are you here? I have apologies and tapes to send your way and I've lost all your details. 5. Ok. Here's something. I want to know what you listen to. Or rather what you're listening to now. Cos if you're like me or if I'm like you, you listen to a broad range of stuff but go through phases of listening to narrower categories of music by the day or by the week. You've gotta be into music if you're here right? Hell, maybe you only listen to nice in the best way pop music. That's not such a bad thing to listen to. E-mail me your playlist. Meaning what you've listened to this week, not whats on your shelf and not your fave albums ever. Here's mine. My CD player died a slow painful death so most of these are on tape. The few that are on CD I've listened to on either my studio stereo or my computer. The computer makes a crap CD player cos the stereo speakers also died a slow painful death a while ago. Right, what's a sound card worth with a tinny mono speaker? Well, lots; but that's a whole 'nother story. And the only requirement for the studio stereo is that it can get fucked up. These are in alphabetical order: Alice Deejay: Who Needs Guitars Anyway? Beatles: Abbey Road Belle and Smellycat: The Red One Bis: Social Dancing The Commitments Soundtrack Part 1 Danielle Dax: Blast The Human Flower the delgados: the Sucrose Single DJ Shadow: Brainfreeze Garbage: Beautiful Garbage Janis Joplin: Greatest Hits Compilation Mazzy Star: The First Two Albums Morrissey: Bona Drag* The Orb: Orbus Terrarum Pizzicato 5: Happy End of Me The Remix Album The Primitives: Pure My Own Superb Mix Tape The Siamese Cat Song 7" from Lady and the Tramp Slam vs. Unkle: Narco Tourists Slurped: A CD compilation of loads of 7"s used in Brainfreeze A Soul & Funk DJ's }}Superb{{ Mix Tapes The Symphonic Rock Series: Classic Rock and The British Invasion A Tribe Called Quest: Midnight Marauders Various Random Live Shit from Different Folks Lurve, Vilkas who owes all her friends letters * This album never fails. It never fails to bring back memories of high school. Hanging out at whomever's house that the parents were gone. Turning the Interesting Drug 12" up to eleven and me and my mates making our own club in the living room, dancing around like idiots, in the middle of the boonies, at least 30 miles away from even the nearest movie theatre. Drinking whatever beer the older kids would score and smokin' whatever was passed around, bein' dumb, and bein' dumb some more. Also, !that! noise Morrissey make in Hairdresser On Fire never fails to crack me up. Sounds like a Siamese cat passing a kidney stone. Everyday is Like Sunday never fails to remind me of Arbroath#. #Q: Where does a pirate go for his vacation? A: Arrrrrr-broath Sorry. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 3 11:42:04 2002 From: Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk (Gardiner, Stuart) Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 11:42:04 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Only 356 days until Christmas... Message-ID: <579C0CAF497CD511AD4D00508BBD7AAC059077@pikachu.ntu.ac.uk> So, Christmas has come and gone. The good thing about it: seeing the family again. The bad thing about it: talking with the family again. I decided the best way to cope was to not sober up for the whole week. Other popular activities indluded watching Banzai videos as much as possible, and eating far too much chocolate (is there such a thing?). One of the advantages of having a mother working part-time in Thorntons... I like Dahling's idea that how you spent New Years Eve was how you want to die. In my case, outdoors somewhere, ridiculously drunk. That figures. At about midnight, I tried looking back at the last year, but I fell over. The best thing I saw in 2001 also, like Struan, involved football. And the numbers five and one. I made two New Year's Resolutions. The first was to do 50 sit-ups every day to get rid of the effects of the Christmas alcohol, which has a tendency to turn your six-pack into a keg. This resolution lasted, erm, about 0 minutes, since I haven't done a single sit-up yet. The second resolution was to travel to Guatemala, Belize and Honduras in May / June. Which should be a bit easier to stick to. Further festive joy came with the announcement that Steps have split up. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Mr Waterman. Apparently, two of the five band members wanted to break the band up; and so obviously, by Mr Waterman's counting methods, that meant that they won the vote. "Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut!" (see below). Anyone? 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 r_gillanders at xxx.com Thu Jan 3 11:47:15 2002 From: r_gillanders at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Richard=20Gillanders?=) Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 11:47:15 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: like the incredible hulk in tears. Message-ID: <20020103114715.61841.qmail@web13803.mail.yahoo.com> first: a warming. oh, if only. EVERYBODY'S COMIN' HOME FOR LUNCH THESE DAYS take the sinisters bowling, take them bowling? I didn't. calumn shearer did. did well. left early. what a host! self sacrificial. leaving one to add a further two to his score. and attempting a similar feat to the one that greg pallis succeeded in. but getting rumbled. I'm not sure of the details. pronunciation perfected [possibly], pool played. everyone enjoyed themselves. as far as I know. tell me if I'm wrong. and you were there. despite not having wonderfully high scores. ken said some guy got a hundred and fifty or so at the london one. modesty? pathological non-truth telling? as I say. our scorings not rivalling southern ones. I WON BOTH GAMES. thanks. I thought I might write something about else camper vans later. but I realise I won't. and nothing about go-karts neither. why did I wait 'til now? yes. kirsten marie kenyon. with a visit. here. having fun. I'm told. as for THREATS that have been made here previously. AT ME. without mentioning me by name. well, well. I could say 'I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY, MATE'. but I won't. I'm not like that. last night we went to the WEST END HOTEL in west calder. the west end being not so far from the east end. someone saying they'd arrive didn't. we had much fun anyhow. BOBBY and SENGA challenged us to a game of pool. we had been playing when they arrived. it might have been bobbie. I'm not sure; didn't dare ask. we played. got beaten. bobby [I choose 'bobby'] taking minutes per shot. senga standing in or near a corner looking petrified. bobby scared me too. but not kirsten. bobby asked if I'd like to put a little wager on the next game. I told him, in no uncertain terms, that I was shit at pool and had nothing worth betting on. he accepted this. all he could. looking a little insulted that I didn't want to lose money to him. he had a few pierced parts. visible. I won't use speculation. he had one of them ones through his left eyebrow. making him less unattractive? no. but. I suppose. what do I know? the pierced's goal is to become attractive? perhaps not. perhaps someone could tell me. I mean. the overpierced [only in one of my opinions, of course] has always baffled me. G.E.A. being the exception. because there has to be one. and she's it. not complete lack of bafflement. there. brevity is the soul of...whit? I gave up on wit at an early age. I'm sure I don't have to tell YOU that. looking, earlier, I was glad to see that DeAtHofGliTteR16 is our latest new list member. hello! LATCH ON TO THE AFFIRMATIVE yes. it was johnny mercer who wrote lyrics to henry mancini's 'moon river' tune. if only I'd offered a prize. AND YOU THINK THEY'RE SAD BECAUSE YOU'RE LEAVING I've reverted to some other style. here. I see it. of course: we went to london. I only thought about it on the twenty-sixth and I think about a lot of things I know will never. happen. we only booked tickets on the twenty-eighth. we only packed just before we left. we only got there on the morning of the thirty-first. should I leave out those hyphens? and run 'em together? I saw someone do that. we only got there on the morning of the thirtyfirst. I don't think I can do that with conviction. we only got there on the morning of the thirty-first. I almost proposed that I'd see people later. we went to blackheath. which I did like. I was sort of told I shouldn't. I was never a fan of london. really. but I think I have a better way to think about it these days. germany and marianna. post office. red cafe. bumped table. started, smoking seniors [female]. startlation soon turning to gigglation when I smiled and apologised. eggs. phones. chat. change. covent gardens. via. who knows? I don't. I pay attention sometimes. marianna departing and, gosh, carrying luggage that wasn't hers. it was ours! bless her little heart! [more later]. heading for fish and chip shop. looking back. I kinda think ken would have liked it. we never got to the fish and chip shop. walked past. THE ROCK AND SOLE PLAICE. wow. I think that's right. but. yes. meeting a cook outside the station after some disturbing elevation. and then trousers down at drury lane. wasn't too much exposure. it was still early. looking for an open pub. found a couple. found more that were very closed. imagined being inside. our first drinks of the day. and some nice chat. action figures. momus. mancini. ustinov. and so much more. more drinks. some quizzing. we won ten pounds! and lost it by not knowing how to be claiming it. 'banking', I think, is the favoured quiz machine nomenclature. doesn't matter: we couldn't. hangman two. the staple at the tap. lacking an ailsa watson [nee ross] we got not very far. I like crosswords too. but there were none here. yet someone suggested that I wear vermouth. leaving and more public transport. I'm a fan. a telephone call from my architecture friend/neighbour/flatmate's boyfriend in glasgow asking what I was planning on doing for that evening. I said 'erm'. he asked where I was. I said 'LONDON'. he said 'OKAY!'. and wished me a pleasant evening. I wished him one two. I mean. too. got to another pub. 'the famous cock'. germany said he thought we ought to get a photograph of alasdair outside of it. I thought that kind of a remark a little on the harsh side. the next day, of course, it emerged that he thought it was called 'the famous cook'. all the same. tsk. TSK. more joined. including kenneth with vodka and red bull concealed. marianna back again [bless her little heart!]. the pinefox! these were at my end of the table. or the table at which I had got seated. there were others. I spoke to martin about warmings. briefly. I was sort of introduced to another richard. oh! we drew each other on the back of american receipts! I remember. I drew stevie. he ended up looking quite evil and having, originally, a thumb on the wrong side of his hand and, then, having two thumbs on the same hand. one of which was sort of. favoured. by added ink. one cookie managed to make me look quite fat. I know I don't have the best diet. it wasn't so much fat. really. but my jaw went quite far behind my ear. and there was a distinct lack of hair to the rear of my. bonce. look at me! words like 'bonce'. I'm all buoyed here. can't you tell? I'm becoming a little. forgive me. yes. stevie drew germany. very good. germany drew ally. rather cheap. ally drew kirsten. made me fat. made her ugly. what a guy. I miss him already. people signed dollars. hamilton mistaken for jefferson. a halo changed to horns. some talk of tapes received. I forgot about? 'estuary english', 'anita o'day'? others too. which I forget about now. not completely. goodness. the night hadn't even begun! we left the cock. but he followed us. no, no. sorry. money from a machine. upstairs to a garage. or at. the. now. here my memory serves me less well. or more unwell. around. mark casarotto, yes, and, I believe, vicky parkinson despite none formal introduction. and. I don't know when from. or whence. lucy alder, carey lander, christopher brown, sally moore, matt powell?, paul field, passant nicholas whose-surname-I-don't-know, greg pallis. I staggered from bar to toilet and back again. a few times. I don't remember so much more. alasdair trying to make me dance. kirsten trying to make me dance. ken trying to make me dance. me not dancing. at twelve o'clock. I KISSED THEM ALL. I don't think I missed anyone out. if I did, I apologise. or. you were too quick. later on. I was handed a bottle labelled STAROPRAMEN. I recognised this brand of LAGER. I swigged as with LAGER. the bottle was filled with VODKA. results? well. y'know. and if you don't: whew! I aren't half dragging this out, hey? we left reasonable early. I think. to ealing. to a bed. to wake up. to have breakfast cooked for. served to. to be grateful. to try to communicate such. to fail. I should imagine. but to be grateful all the same. all the more. leaving on a jet plane. I'm not sure it was. but. at nine fifty-five. in the evening. of the first. in london that day. victoria. ken chu. ripped jumper. fat bernard's. shitebox? I forget. I could have made more of that. easyeverything. never not a geek. a bus. a plane. an empty plane. back to the dear green place. then to west calder. a trip. bookended by boxers. bookended by 'the boxer's [not misusing.]. that isn't bookends. 'bookends'. neither is this: here I am. I look like I'm in belle and sebastian? I look like stevie jackson? I blame my jumper. but now. ripped. I said. PF. I look like a young chris leonard? ST. I look like a kid you used to swop girlfriends with at high school? MC. I enjoyed these. thanks. I enjoyed lots. thanks. thanks to ken chu for ticket reserving. and thanks, especially, to marianna longmire for her outstanding, overwhelming, greatly appreciated hospitality and general niceness. I'm glad I was introduced to her and that she was introduced to me. even if it was in installments. thanks. QUELLE EST VOTRE PLUS GRANDE AMBITION DANS LA VIE? I saw that murdoch-in-scotsman thing. I thought he was taking from pasolini at first. then. no. godard. of course. I've lost control of this. so I send now. I couldn't even think of a decent subject line. I hope that you all had happy new years [eves and days]. I hope that ian nicolson had a happy new year [eve and day]. I'll find out. happy new year. 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 stuartf1 at xxx.com Thu Jan 3 13:05:40 2002 From: stuartf1 at xxx.com (Stuart Flanagan) Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 13:05:40 -0000 Subject: Sinister: B&S VCD References: <000f01c1943c$bc5c51c0$1384fc3e@neil> Message-ID: <000901c19457$5976ad60$5e35fe3e@v7x7j9> Wow! What fantastic news! Thanks for letting us know about this Neil, saves me the trouble of doing now! I'll keep alist of all the Tv appearances, I'm sure it'll be hard to get the rights to release everything - and who says we won't be chinning Neil anyway?! Stuart Flanagan ----- Original Message ----- From: Neil Robertson To: sinister Sent: 03 January 2002 09:55 Subject: Sinister: B&S VCD > As it happens, we're in the middle of putting it together, > Should be ready in a few weeks/ months. > > There are other TV things you haven't mentioned, but I'm not going to > mention them because if we don't use them I'll end up getting chinned about > it. > > Cheers, > 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! +-+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ _________________________________________________________ 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 pykachu100 at xxx.com Thu Jan 3 16:13:16 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 16:13:16 +0000 Subject: Sinister: jog on heel Message-ID: Hello sinistees, I haven't written much lately, mainly due to being in the Scootish Heelans taking phootoos of heelan coos and horses. It is hard to write e-mails whilst a horse is giving you the "come any closer and I'll jump over the fence and trample all over you alright? Punk." look, especially without a computer. I think I've forgotten how to write those nice e-mails that make people think "ooh what a lovely fella", but then I don't remember ever knowing how, you need to be a bit of a poet to do that, rather than a bit of an idiet. I just remembered that I've forgotten to talk about the wonderful New Years Eve I've had, but then Richard Gillanders said it all for me - even the bits that I wasn't gonna talk about, like those things that happened when I wasn't there. He has also made my working day less of a drag by giving me a 12k e-mail to read. John Jennings said (wait, why are John Jennings' initials JP?): >>I have a horrible feeling we're disappointing past generations though. Lets see, influencial inventions of the last decade... erm... dual cyclone vacuum cleaner... dvd players....and i saw a body dryer thing on tomorrows world which was quite impressive... sigh. how depressing.<< it's only depressing because you've missed so many things on your list. Who wants to go on a stupid spaceship and be killed by aliens like in films, when you have... ...go-peds, DDR, The people's elbow, Grand Theft Auto 3, Red Bull... ..and the Harry Potter's Levitation Challenge game! I haven't read the books, nor watched the film, but I have seen the world's best ever game ever.. a game that lets you levitate a ball through a 3D maze of obstacles and dangers! If there's ever one game that can only be described by a palindrome, it'd be Hopscotch: "huh?". If there are ever two games, then they'd be Hopscotch: "huh?", and Harry Potter's Levitation Challenge game: "wow!" All these talks of games made me reminise about the day my mum bought me a Super Nintendo, with a copy of Street Fighter II Turbo - "I am so happy!", I remember I said as I executed my first ever "Adore ken" with "Ken" with the SNES's ergonomical joypad, it was a truly happy day. There hadn't been many such happy times ever since, although when I found out I got 2As for A-levels it was good, because the girl I had the world's biggest crush on said "well done", that was nice. When I found out about my degree result that was nice too, but only because it was just before I got to see Belle & Sebastian for the first time later that night. Goodness, three moments of happiness, my life is rather dull isn't it? Last night I dreamt about going to church - yes, life is even dull in my dreams. So, whenever you feel life is letting you down, just think, cheer up, you could have been ken! Ken P.S.: How did you tell I'm back at work? _________________________________________________________________ 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 zcraw96 at xxx.uk Thu Jan 3 16:46:53 2002 From: zcraw96 at xxx.uk (Christina McDermott) Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 16:46:53 +0000 Subject: Sinister: An answer to a question never asked. Message-ID: <3.0.6.32.20020103164653.008702e0@pop-server.ucl.ac.uk> First things first; I need a cigarette. Well, there goes one New Years Resolution. But do New Year's Resolutions count when they're not made by you, but for you? My parents kept hinting that giving up my blessed vice may be a good idea to make me a better person for 2002. It's alright for them though, they no longer have to live with me. I decided that for the good of University College London and all the people I live with within my Halls, I had better keep smoking. After all, people expect it of a Rock and Roll vixen like me. So, Happy New Year Sinister! And a Happy New Year to all the people on the list I haven't already wished it to. (Which will be a fair few of you considering my phone decided it wasn't going to have me in my drunken state wishing anyone a New Year until I had sobered up considerably, goddamit.) If the way you spent your New Year's is the way you want to die, then I have to say I will die remarkably happy and remarkably drunk, in the company of those who I love best after an immensely amusing game of alcoholic chess (all the pieces are comprised of shot glasses before you ask. I got hammered because I hadn't played Chess since I was 12 and forgot most of the rules leading to the Popvixen taking most of my pieces and making me drink the rest of hers as penance.) The back step of my best friend's house in Manchester has always been the focal point for many of our adventures. It's a place where we go out to smoke, drink, laugh, have picnics in the Summer to recover from Hangovers and lie in the grass giggling and staring at the stars. On the stroke of midnight, we all stood on the back step and looked at the clear night sky, said our New Year's Resolutions out loud and hugged and kissed before going inside to watch appalling Werewolf movies (It was called Ginger Snaps and it sucked). Call me a boring old fool, but I wouldn't have changed it for the world. And now I'm back in London, and there's a girl playing the same part of the same Clarinet piece over and over and it's not me. I play the Clarinet, but I would like to think that I'm not as annoying as this person who always decides to play when I go to check my email. One of my New Year's Resolutions is to continue being happy in London and attempt to make all of those people I love happy in their own little way. Am I asking for too much? I hope not. 2001 was such a horrible time for so many people, I would like to think that they could be happy in my company and we could laugh and smile and hold hands when the occasion warranted it. I'm happy to hear that there's going to be a B&S DVD (or something akin to it anyway) coming out soon. It's times like this I wish I had a DVD player...even a TV would be nice. Anyone in the Camden area wish to help out a poor wee soul and allow some nice girlie (i.e. me)to watch Belle and Sebastian when they're on the TV? The best thing about the Christmas Holidays has been that it's helped me to remember how wonderful some things are. Sometimes, when you don't see them or listen to them for a while or if you've just had overkill of them and decided to leave them for a bit, when you come back to them you realise how great this thing is and why you loved it so much in the first place. I've just remembered how much I love Calvin and Hobbes after seeing some comic strips on a friend's web diary. That and Tia Maria after going home to discover that some nice person had given my mum a huge bottle of it for Christmas (Bet you're sooo jealous, huh Hatchback? Thank you for the Christmas Card too, even if I did only get it yesterday!) Being back in Manchester allowed me to rediscover some old mix tapes that I made when I was 15, hence me lying back and going on a huge nostalgia trip with eyes closed and mind dreaming and wallowing in memories of past summers and old boyfriends...until my little sister came in and kicked me with her new Rockports because she wanted to test them out on some poor soul who was both weaker and smarter than her. So, I hit reality again in 2002. I've gained many things over the past year...and also lost some things I never realised I wanted until they showed themselves to me. And there my dears lies the crux of my New Year's Resolution. To be a happier Miss Cola-Cube. I may fall down at times, but I'll keep dancing. Love and Resolute Resolutions, Cay Cola-Cube xXx P.S. Ben Apps-How's it going with the lovely Miss Fruitloop? Remember my Tootsie Rolls and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! (with much huggles to the both of you to boot) "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 dimensionflip at xxx.uk Thu Jan 3 18:46:24 2002 From: dimensionflip at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 18:46:24 -0000 Subject: Sinister: God Bless Mother Nature Message-ID: <001001c19487$c6b60d00$2db589d4@default> i found the first one outside big john's kebab pizza parlour. i'd only popped in to buy a can of vimto and some hard drugs, but, stepping out of the neon glow into the Selly Oak gloom, i could see his twitching form, bathed in pink light, prostate on the pavement. for a moment, i thought he was drunk. i was preparing to climb over him without getting vomit on my totes toasties when he opened his eyes, looked directly at me and said "ARAGWGAGRGAGRGARWARRRRRR!!!!" this is not unusual in selly oak. many of the people you meet use this as a conversation-opener. i muttered "yes, i can never get what i want when i go shopping, either" and was preparing to heft a solid right hook with my Big Hard Object For Hitting Strange And Quite Possibly Dangerous People when i noticed the Smell. that smell. worse than kebabs. it was, so i gathered later, the smell of internal organs hitting the ground at approximately 600m/s/s acceleration. the university clock chimed 10.15. an old woman walked by. she dropped her shopping bags, knelt down beside me, and touched the brow of the man on the pavement. shaking her head, she removed two coins from her bag and did what tradition demanded. without looking at me - "the day is here. run home, little boy. hide wherever you can". -------------------------------- i did as she said. as much to get away from her as anything else. i ran home, put the kettle on, and made myself a nice cup of peppermint tea. now i sit, and ponder what she could have meant... the day is here? but its 10.25, early january, and tomorrow remains the other side of several hours of darkness. clearly she has no idea of temporal progression. either that or she's just escaped from Rubery. best to ignore such - -and the first screams begin. i've heard the thunder and lightning, but chosen to ignore them. storms never look pretty when you're praying for calm. so, my first clue that something is amiss occurs when i witness a woman across the road pointing into the bushes and screaming hysterically - and it doesn't look like its the neighbourhood watch complaining about litter again. another thud, a squealing of car brakes and the woman finds herself implanted in the windscreen of a ford escort. i shut the curtains and turn off the thermostat. it should not BE this hot in january... i can hear a voice in my head whispering "go out into the street...go out into the street" but i've learned to take tablets to silence such voices and so i find a couple more Silence Pills and wait for the sources of sound to go away. --------------------------- and i wake at 5a.m. to a choir of car alarms. for once, i'm glad to hear them. it deafens my ears to cracking glass; tumbling masonry; howling animals, and a horrible squelching noise i don't WANT to recognise... a peep outside the fabric that shelters the world from my sight reveals nothing. the lights appear to have gone out. i can hear something tapping against the glass but i don't want to think about what it might be. no electricity. bugger it, if i'm going to face Monsters outside my window, i'll need a cup of tea. Fortunately, there's a Special Ian Spurious Plot Device Generator under the floorboards of my kitchen, and i manage to fix up both the kettle and the television using only a hairgrip, some primula spread and a framed photograph of wincey willis. desperate for some idea of what has happened, i turn on the television. far safer, and generally more informative, than witnessing events first-hand. nothing. bbc, channel 4, sky... all out.... itv is showing re-runs of Celebrity Ready Steady Cook with michael ball and tamara beckwith but, for once, i am disinterested by such delights. outside the front window, i can hear someone shouting "amen" and "hallelujah", and from across the road the christian life centre strikes up its organ. has jesus returned? is this armageddon? i resolve to put on some nice clothes and squirt myself with a little chanel just incase. what was it james dean once said - "you can never have enough hats, gloves and shoes...?" no, that wasn't it... oh yeah... " a kiss on the cheek can be quite continental, but i'd rather have a nice fat cock up my bum" pondering the long-dead legend's words, and how they might relate to jesus's return, i open the front door. there's a head on my porch step. this isn't a good sign. feeling i should probably do something with it, i pick it up and put it in my bag. i am thankful for the no-hands-sweatband-torch set i got from the bettaware catalogue for precisely such emergencies as i move to examine a substance on my forsythia bush that looks a little like instant whip - i can hear a voice from across the street : the mechanical mouth of a newsreader - a car stereo in the void beyond me, throwing out sporadic words amid static ".... feared dead, and in london...... underground stations.......... all across europe.... from the sky...... prime minister...... no cause for alarm...... "people's downpour"...." and now another, less controlled: "falling, in my HOUSE, and there..... my friends, my friends...... ... pray that you live on the ground floor, they're falling, dropping out of the sky!..." as if to confirm this, my aural investigation is interrputed as an arm hits my shoulder. just an arm. it hangs there for a second, and then drops to the floor. squinting upwards, i can see its owner, a well-dressed city type, impaled on the lamppost above me. i resolve to make for the safest place i can think of. a little-known cafe in the backstreets of birmingham that is housed in a bomb shelter. i feel confident that it will be open, and that there will be a table for me, since it exists only in my mind. i try not to look around me as i run headlong through the swerving traffic and crowds of people. everybody wants to escape somewhere. nobody knows where. people are looting the shops, a woman runs in front of me with a trolley full of muller fruit corner and a television under her arm, illuminated only by the pencil-light of my torch. and i reach the steps, panting for breath, and throw myself down them. the waiter in the Cafe of the Mind picks me up. he looks pleasingly like jason priestley, and he guides me to my table where there's a cup of napalm-strength coffee waiting. "body parts?" "yes, thank you" "i mean, did you bring any body parts with you" "oh" reaching into my bag "just this" the waiter flutters his eyelashes and takes the severed head. he adds it to a collection in the corner of the room which, for some reason, all face the television . i allow my eyes to float in the same direction as theirs, as an old man shuffles into the restaurant, sits by me and offers me a woodbine. "no, thank you, i've stopped smoking" - the flickering screen reveals an american television channel - an alarmed-looking interviewer sheltering from a tirade of words that fly from the mouth of....surely not?....martha washington?? "i TOLD people this would happen. i tried to send a MESSAGE out to the world, but the media twisted what i had to say. they turned it into a SONG... people DANCED TO IT...!" abruptly, the picture is gone, to be replaced by a sunburnt ginger-haired woman dancing around a gymnasium interspliced with what appear to be images of hugh grant. and then, the news... it seems birmingham has got off lightly. london is devastated, a trio of plummeting opera singers destroyed the entire houses of parliament, and a flurry of transvestites in stilletto heels took out the dome of saint paul's. in all the world's major cities, tokyo, berlin, uttoxeter, the carnage is similar. many people are calling it an act of god. scientists are already working on proving that what everybody saw could not, statistically or meteorologically speaking, have occurred. from his nuclear bunker, the prime minister has said that the tragedy offers "excellent prospects for redevelopment, and a promising influx of work for the british construction industry". the leader of the opposition, from the nuclear bunker nextdoor, has said that the events are the result of lax parenting patterns during the 1960s. the final shot of the broadcast is of the row of flagpoles outside the united nations building. impaled upon each one, in turn, is a man of a different nationality. and the screen goes black. the man next to me offers me a woodbine again - "come on, its not as if you're going to DIE or anything". its a fair point, so i take the proffered item as the waiter turns on the radio, an old sylvester song, and comes to sit with us "over and over on and on again over and over find yourself a friend find yourself a friend find yourself a friend find yourself a friend find yourself a friend" me and my new acquaintances share our cigarettes, sip our coffees and hum along, interrupted from time to time by the sound of a body, hitting the asphalt above. 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sunnie_set at xxx.com Thu Jan 3 19:06:21 2002 From: sunnie_set at xxx.com (Sunset .) Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 19:06:21 +0000 Subject: Sinister: "Life is a spectator sport" Message-ID: I think that is what you said? At least I think you said something like it. Listening to other peoples songs, imagining them to belong to them, placing meaning where the writer neglected to place meaning, giving the words of the life of their own. Until eventually the song is truly owned by the spectator. Or maybe you just meant my life? When you are quiet, when you are shy, life becomes a play put on by other people. Something you could imagine being part of but never quite knowing how. I am certainly the viewer rather than the participant the majority of the time. Or maybe you were just talking about how being a spectator could make you feel happy. Like the time, quite recently, I found myself sitting in a B&B getting excited because I can see a man knocking on the door outside a house and a man inside the house walking to answer it. At that moment neither of them could see each other. I was privelleged. I could see both sides of the door. In the fading light of the room I was in I sat and watched the silent view in front of me. I proceeded to give a commentary, explaining the biscuits, the cups of tea, the man who refuses the sit still for more than 2 minutes, to the girl sitting with me. I suspect she would rather have been sleeping. But I liked being a casual onlooker and I wanted to share that with her. Being a spectator, I think standing at the front of a gig is better than standing further away. It does make you feel a little bit silly and self conscious sometimes, but being able to hear a band speak to each other when they aren't using microphones and being able to watch is going on a the side of the stage, and to be able to look back and see almost the same view as the band, makes it better. Accidentally sitting on the same ferry as a band is good too. Watching people, who write the songs that have sort of become my own, do normal things, made me happy. At the same time it could have made me a little sad. Feeling guilty that was too much of an intrusion, knowing that songs don't really belong to me. A reality check. But if you are a skilful in the art of spectating you can drift swiftly from harsh realities, settle back and begin to watch life once more. Happy and content within a world where everybody else is also interpreting other people's lives through their own eyes. No reason to feel guilty. Well, Take Care, Rachel _________________________________________________________________ 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 jasonandreas at xxx.com Thu Jan 3 22:13:22 2002 From: jasonandreas at xxx.com (Jason Andreas) Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 22:13:22 -0000 Subject: Sinister: information requested Message-ID: <001501c194a3$ddc77120$64247ad5@oemcomputer> Hi. Favour for a friend. Have B&S, to anyone's knowledge, ever covered "Feeling Yourself Disintegrate" by the Flaming Lips? If so, does anyone know where I could get it? Please reply offlist: jasonandreas at btinternet.com Thanks - Jason 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 samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Thu Jan 3 23:37:48 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 23:37:48 Subject: Sinister: An addendum Message-ID: Hello again. In the haste to tell you about The Pledge last night, I forgot to say all the other things I'd been saving up. I got "The Peacock Manifesto", by Stuart David, for Christmas. I was gonna mention that last night. I finished it on New Year's Day. It was good, but it started off brilliant, which is a slightly disappointing way of doing things. Ah well, it was still a good yarn. BigStu mention "Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut!". This was another thing I was gonna mention last night. Come on Honey, who's responsible...? Ken Chu and John Jennings mentioned inventions of the last decade. Is email a 90s thing? If so I'd like to nominate that. Actually, it's prolly not, is it. It was prolly designed by Microsoft in the 70s or something, and they've just spent the last 30 years de-perfecting it. Willitron300 mentioned the "Brainfreeze" mix-album from DJ Shadow and Cut Chemist. I know a list for a twee Scottish guitaring eight-pieces is hardly the place to be eulogising about an American hip-hop and scratch DJ duo, but both the "Brainfreeze" and the "Product Placement" albums are funking excellent examples of just what can be achieved with "four turntables and a sack of wax" if you put your mind to it. Ms Fruitloop's been quite quiet of late - I suppose she's got the boy Apps to deal with, but still, one of her huge recollective-post efforts wouldn't go amiss at chilly times as these. That's it again. love Asm.x ================= "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield _________________________________________________________________ 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 seductive_b at xxx.ca Fri Jan 4 02:04:16 2002 From: seductive_b at xxx.ca (bre day) Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 21:04:16 -0500 (EST) Subject: Sinister: a post from the congo, where i work at an orphange Message-ID: <20020104020416.33525.qmail@web14807.mail.yahoo.com> dearest... having read of the many fantastic new year evenings, i find myself quite remiss. as for myself, i attempted to surround myself with strangers and bad music at a house party, but i quickly grew bored. and so i went home, drank two diet cokes and watched the bbc version of pride and prejiduce. i was quite absent from sinister these past five months, though few would notice. it was with great trepidation that i ventured back, convinced i would be met by unfamiliar characters... and naturally they would all be very witty and well-to-do. imagine my delight when the lovely laura llew and kenneth chu were there to give me capacious greetings. finding myself at my fathers place for two weeks with very little to do, i have been able to waste time conversing muchly with danny farrell. i must confess every danny i've ever met has never been very pleasent... and nor have any farrells... but he is all politeness and 'umms'. having dropped a sufficient number of names, i will now eat some cheese pizza and scold myself for being nothing more than a self-obsessed silly girl with very very green eyes. bre x ______________________________________________________ Send your holiday cheer with http://greetings.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 amy.longcore at xxx.com Fri Jan 4 02:48:07 2002 From: amy.longcore at xxx.com (amy.longcore at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 21:48:07 -0500 Subject: Sinister: "amy, is yr house the one with the kid always twiddling sticks in the front yard?" Message-ID: all of my conscious life i've been harboring a guilt i can never fathom. it sinks into my chest and pings and pangs around. sometimes it causes my brow to wrinkle, or my lips to purse, and often it will bring a sad eye. more often than not, the subject at hand makes me smile, but it's always one of those sad far away smiles. i'm just really realizing today it's made me what i am. it's the reason i don't progress. it's why i hold back. why i never get too close too often. for you see, when you enter my life, you also enter the life of my brother, dan. when dan was 3 and i was 6 we were playing in the backyard and woods, like kids living out in the boondocks do. there was a ground level window which led into my parents basement. under the window was a couch. now remember, under the window there was a couch. we used to jump into the window, and land perfectly on the couch in laughter. there was a couch under the window. so, when we were done playing outside we used to make our return into the home thusly, since there was a couch under the window. my parents never liked us doing that. but we did. dan went first this time. i didn't look down and keep him safe like a good older sister should. there was no longer a couch under the window. dan hit cement. flat. concussion. but he was always a "normal" kid.... dan spent a lot of time outside by himself as he grew up. always finding the perfect stick to create adventures with. he'd search the woods and neighbors yards for hours, until he could find the stick that would best resemble any number of star trek or star wars ships. he created in his mind a database of noises, and blips and assorted bangs to exclaim as he moved his sticks through the air, walking aimlessly through our yard. but it's "normal" to have that sort of imagination as a child... until dan came in one day explaining, emotionally, that the monsters in his head were going to kill him. this got worse. tests. tests. medications, more tests. never a specific diagnosis. dan went to a pre-school program for 2 years before entering kindergarten at age 6. oh, of course, school was not good. what public school has enough time... when he was 8 years old, doctors basically begged/forced my parents to have him institutionalized. they tried it, being told it was for his better. god, no. it lasted a couple months. what hell in that place, poor children given away to dorm rooms with padding. parents can't deal, and there isn't enough staff to keep them all entertained and pleased. and they mix the crowd. violent kids in with the soft-hearted. god, no. this, of course, had its effects. dan came home for a weekend visit and called my mom a "mother fucker" when she asked him to kindly hand her something. now, that was not my brother. medications have warded off his schizophrenia for over 10 years now. here's hoping that keeps up. they still call him, with good reasoning, autistic. autistic is to be set in the mind of a child. it comes in varying forms, as varied as each of our bodies are. i've known people labeled "autistic" that couldn't speak. i've known people labeled "autistic" that could add 4, 657 + 6, 945 quicker than you could lick yr lips. so, why did i tell the basement window story? because, no matter how often i am told that he doesn't have a brain injury, that he has genetic autism, i question it. i will always wonder.... dan is 25 now. he graduated public high school. on time. sure, he failed the subjects he wasn't interested in, but he excelled in the things he could know and understand. for him, it's all about interest. you or i could say "i have no interest in such and such so i don't bother learning....." his brain will just shut off to it if he has no interest. and immediately, trust me. he's never had a friend. never been kissed. was violently teased throughout his public education. it wasn't until his junior year of high school that we learned how bad the mental and emotional abuse he was taking from the other kids was. i still want to hurt so many of them. when i'd come home to visit, i'd go see dan during his lunch time. every damn time i went, i'd end up yelling at some little punk about the treatment they gave my brother. and i would always end up in the principals' office. i never had to go to that office during my entire school career. but i had some things to say! the glory of that whole mess is that the majority of the kids that gave my brother such a hard time didn't graduate. yet, he did. he finds comfort in that. so, this is why i live in the boonies. why i bought my house in a small town and settled in. 'cuz once my parents are gone, i am what dan has left. my other brother feels this burden as well, but not like i do. i know the he'd be "better off" with me. and so, that's how it shall be. i still think of moving away again, but never too far. my mom called me today with a heartbreaking story. dan can't understand why our other brother, nick, always comes to my house and such. he's jealous and misses me. how can i tell him.... that we smoke pot, that we stay up late and talk about music and watch movies. that we are naughty with our friends and do things i would never want to subject him to. and why do i feel so guilty? don't i deserve a little guilt-free fun and adventure? well, of course. but i can never find it without a price. so, when i get out of work soon, i'll be stopping by my parents house to see if dan is still awake (he's a nightowl like his sister) and visit wiff him for a bit. i've tried "getting him out" more. it's just so hard. he loves natalie merchant and sarah maclachlan and such... so i tried taking him to lillith fair. oh, god no. not good. i was devastated that i couldn't help him to atleast enjoy that. so, it's best to sit quietly and let him talk about star wars, fiddling his stick between his fingers while i just love him. " :) " i trust everyone's holidays went by without too many glitches. i always wish you all well...... i've been enjoying the folks at #sinister. i urge you all to come in and say hello. with that, i want to say a special public thank you to mr. danny farrell for being a good listening friend. thank you! ok, i suppose i'd better work, or something. or something, 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 Daf_Moore at xxx.com Fri Jan 4 09:34:21 2002 From: Daf_Moore at xxx.com (David Moore) Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 09:34:21 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Playing Footsie Message-ID: <000201c19503$0088f260$aba701d5@oemcomputer> Hi All, Just a quickie, don't worry. A couple of people (Asm, Loud Stu?) have asked about the addition to the footer that appeared on 27.12.01. Honey has been playing hard to get about it so I asked clever Sillustrator Katarina Karlsson* ( http://www.missprint.org/sinister/sillustrations/ ) as if you didn't know :) what it meant & she wrote "snipp snapp snut are just nonsense words that doesn't mean anything but sounds nice. so it kind of means "Snipp snapp snut, and so the story was ended". It's usually used when reading a book for a child: after reading the last page and picking the book up and closing it with a little "snapp" So i guess it's a nice end for sinistermails... " Thanks to those of you who Reported Back about bowling, Trousers parties, New Year's Eve, etc. Its important, you know. Great news about the VHS/DVD, which I look forward to avidly. 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 elisabeth.zachariassen at xxx.no Fri Jan 4 09:49:43 2002 From: elisabeth.zachariassen at xxx.no (Elisabeth Zachariassen) Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 10:49:43 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Looks like a Russian Message-ID: <002301c19505$23807200$330b460a@S2674C12> hullo, are there any Russian listees? Or listees that happen to live in Russia? Are going there and are studying Russian so it would be nice to hear from someone there... Cheers, Elisabeth +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Fri Jan 4 12:05:10 2002 From: tompettinger at xxx.uk (Corduroy Boy) Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 12:05:10 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Breakfast in Los Angeles, microbiotic stuff... Message-ID: <003901c19518$11c10260$732d3c3e@pbncomputer> I sat down two days ago thinking I had so much to write, but I couldn't seem to type anything of interest. Not that this usually hinders me, but I couldn't even think of anything self-indulgent that was vaguely amusing. So what does this say about me? I think things are pretty darn fun in my life but nothing turns out worth mentioning. But then I saw other people's lovely posts today, a big ten of them this morning. This is probably more significant to me than anyone else, having been on holiday this week and getting up late, and also not checking my e-mail in the mornings meant I didn't really believe sinister existed this early in the morning. Does the world disappear when we close our eyes? I see no reason why not. (Turns into rich boy Jools Holland mode...) "OK, let's come here, over here to the delightful, the wonderful Ken Chu. Take it away with...old video games!" My little brother got a new fangled game boy advance today. I felt like such an old git to learn that this tiny little piece of plastic with a miniscule screen is twice as powerful as the super nintendo which I thought was thoroughly hot stuff in earlier years. But Ken, as I remember with a slight Japanese accent it sounds a lot more like "hate-you, ken" when he does that fireball thing. This is not meaningful, in fact he is just as likely to be name checking you after sneezing, but I felt you were a little wide of the mark with "adore-ken" ! :-) Oooh...Hannah, thankyou very much! Yes, the beads fit (if the beads fit, wear them..thankyou, I shall) And the mar-belles, very cool. I especially like the rough ones, the big clear one and the tiny little opaque white one with little red and blue patches. I enjoyed the chocolate with my cup of tea this morning. (Darjeeling.) Thankyou, but you're naughty, I did tell you not to send anything. But thanks. I was going to mention my New Year's shenanigans, but only one part may be of interest...to some...OK, one bit is B&S related. After the main party we went back to a friends for much wine, port, guinness and bizarre mixtures of the same. (Known as black velvet, apparently, but why not just drink them on their own?) When everyone was suitably relaxed, (gauged precisely by the fact that the non-smokers were starting to smoke cigars) I played loads of Belle and Sebastian. I'm hoping that whilst not being conscious of what music they were listening to, it might find a place in their heads to grow into a passion for our favourite eight piece, but I'm not counting my chickens. I don't know what to do now. Well, theoretically I'm supposed to be working, but in reality I don't know what to do. I might visit the elderly lady next door who gave me some barley sugars at Christmas. (She still thinks I am about eight, which was how old I was when we moved to this house.) In Sheffield we have this grate shop (although I haven't been for ages...) that's called Grinelli's and is supposed to be an ice cream shop but is a proper sweet shop with big jars and sells barley sugars, yorkshire mixture, acid drops (the legal type), reeces pieces, that crystalline dust that crackles and fizzes in your mouth, (again, the legal kind), atomic fireballs, aniseed balls and many others. Talking of acid drops, the subject line refers to the track "Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast" on side two of Pink Floyd's "Atom Heart Mother." Right, it's time to go and do whatever I decide on doing. When I'm on my way, I'll decide. It'll be a hard choice what with all the stuff I'm supposed to do, but it's likely to be tobogganing again, there's still snow you see. Does anyone else go sledging in a bivvy bag? (Large, orange, plastic survival bag). You should, it's way better. No mad props today. NO, WAIT....there are! To Ian, if there is any poll of best posts, I'd like to see who beats that. (Jools mode again...):"Marvellous." (Jools voice off.) Marbles and and miniature fudge bars, Tom XOXOXO P.S. To those on #sinister who ask me (Cordkin) if I'm new, no, I am not particularly new as I assume new means "first time on". I am not a veteran, though. P.P.S: Lucylu, I hope you have heard some Nick Drake and Kings of Convienience :) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From 9852611 at xxx.ie Fri Jan 4 12:59:37 2002 From: 9852611 at xxx.ie (9852611 9852611) Date: Fri, 04 Jan 2002 12:59:37 +0000 Subject: Sinister: on the last bus outta town Message-ID: sigh - exam time again. Of course, ideally, i would be studying - the first one is in less than a week. But me being me and a world cass procrastinator, i'm still finishing assignments i was supposed to have finished weeks again. At the moment i'm busy plagerising from a great big book i found in the library. I'm trying to find bits to fill in the gaps in my report that sound like i might have actually written them. Actually, the book is quite interesting - it's all about loss prevention in industry, which sound verrry boring but is really about all the horribble horrible things that can happen to a person in an industrial plant. Chapters have headings such as ' injuries caused by flying glass fragments in explosion' and recount various accidents that have occured, in order of severity. In the last one i read someone lost their hand - i think someone's going to lose their head in a minute. i got a new phone for christmas - unfortunately it's with a new network that doesn't seem to want to think at all. i don't think they can have proper masts ( or whatever it is that relays texts and things), i think they must have employed old men in tin foil hats holding coat hangers aloft to send things around the country. the one assigned to my phone must have died or gone on holidays or something cos my phone just doesn't want to work. oooh - we got new money and it looks like pirate treasure. All the coins are gold and thick and ridgey and look like doubloons.It's great - nobody has a clue of how to tell them apart.On the down side, though, all the notes seem to be grey - not very cheery. One good thing about the euro change over is that all my bus fares have gone down by about 5p - yay! i need to change the way my name comes up on the list - i don't like being just a number. love louise +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 4 13:16:55 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 13:16:55 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: pigeon-toed dandelion-puff whimsy Message-ID: if how you spend new year = how you're going to die, i'm very worried. watching edward woodward being burnt alive is not in my top ten of 'things to do with my final moments on this earth'. i don't think this has been mentioned yet - the january issue of careless talk costs lives includes the following b&s content: 1. spoof news item on the band being deployed to afghanistan. sample sentence "we need a morale booster - and what better than the thought of these fey, mimsy little milquetoasts fetching up against the ruthless, battle-hardened zealots of the Taliban?" they obviously don't know about struan's boxing skills... 2. non-review of the september washington gig by a jonathan richman fan. 3. (best bit) a two-page brazilian journal by stuart murdoch, bless him. plus of course the usual spattering of music journalese references in the rest of the magazine: "belle and sebastian on "; the lovechild of and belle and sebastian" etc etc i really don't like the music press. including so-called saviours of it such as ctcl. (it's significant that the best writing in this issue was by struan.) i don't feel that any of these writers are talking to me, that's the problem. i hardly need to mention the nme, but even magazines like uncut and ctcl which purport to have some kind of intelligence and integrity make me feel like a hopelessly uncool outsider - everett true is in bed with all the artists for a start. i begin to think that if you're passionate about music, the last thing you should do is write about it, because you will inevitably disappear up your own arse before you can say 'i hate starsailor, me'. blah, anyway. lots of deep thoughtful posts lately, something guaranteed to make me feel dull and mentally feeble. perhaps i should retreat to #sinister, where paragraphs do not exist... luv archel xxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Fri Jan 4 13:49:12 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Fri, 04 Jan 2002 13:49:12 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Real fruit pieces Message-ID: I feel I ought to bulk out my character beyond a love of a rare bird. My enthusiasm for them in my debut e-mail stemmed from spotting one that morning in the sky above me. I also look up at the night sky a lot nowadays but that's just to find the seven sisters which is the only constellation I can recognise. I'd like to know more, be able to name a hundred stars like the skipping girl off 'Drowning by numbers', I'd also like to have a basic grasp of Spanish before I leave for Peru and I'd like to be more adept at the sax but like isn't a strong enough inducement whilst I'm in this rut of a gap year. The sax in question is a prissy tenor, its flaw is that it happens to be a Yamaha and has inherited a nasty orange-gold laquer. I consider leaving it out in the rain to tarnish into one of those battered, rusted instruments in the b&w New York jazz photos. I'm second in a local jazz band where the average age is 60 & I've lost my school-girl ability to dive head first into solos with only the vaguest notion of what notes to play. Ten, ten is a much more appropriate number. It can be a late new year's resolution to learn the names of ten stars. Bit more unusual than the 'go to the gym once a week' offerance. My village is half way between Oxford & Reading. It was once a swamp with a monastery and when it rains hard the water pools into the shapes of the lakes and trenches of the trout farm the monks had in the grounds of the nature reserve, this is all from Primary school it's odd the stuff you retain. Agatha Christie is buried in the church yard. Our one claim to fame and not much at that, it'd be something for the grave to be a shrine like Conan Doyle's with lots of die hard fans in Poirot outfits or Miss Marple get-ups holding seminars around it but they all prefer the Orient Express. What else to say.....I have beautiful blood, that's according to the nurse at the donor clinic- it was an aesthetically pleasing shade of crimson leaking into the bag if I do say so myself. It is also O negative which my Mum the doctor treated like a genetic disease pouring over her old medical books as the prospects of multiple grandchildren fell into jeopardy. I wish I'd known this during Biology, could've been my own show & tell in the genetics classes. Quickly onto New Year's, mine was similar to Christina McDermott's only this was vodka trivial pursuit. T'was also short lived as the trivial pursuit in question predated the fall of the Berlin wall and the only correct answer given was "eyebrows!". 2001 ended with a debate on the political layout of the South American continent. Jill found the drunken scrawlings in her diary the next day resembling a cross between Italy and an alien's head drawn by a 2 year-old. Looking back this is not so much a CV as it is the ramblings from an over indulgence in black cherry youghurt. bye now Becky 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 JENOWL22 at xxx.com Sun Jan 6 01:00:40 2002 From: JENOWL22 at xxx.com (JENOWL22 at xxx.com) Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2002 20:00:40 EST Subject: Sinister: And the planets collide as you walk up my stairs Message-ID: <127.9eeafb3.2968fbb8@aol.com> Hewwo, Ooh, I haven't posted in ages. Maybe even months I don't know. I haven't been able to read all the messages because I did that thing where I let everything build up. But the computer hurts my eyes to use a lot. I got sick again and I was in hospital a couple of times. They thought that maybe cause of all those times I got kicked in the head by hard kids there might have been some permanent damage. But the scans and scary tests and stuff said nothing serious was up so they sent me home. Which will be swell until one day I pass out in the middle of a busy road and get run over which I'm convinced is going to happen. But before I got sick I went to see camera obsura in the notting hill arts club (i think) and they were pure dead brilliant. Even though there was a guy before them up and I think I was quite rude because I got all hysterical with laughing at him because he wasn't very good. But he had this keyboardy guy who only played in one song. And when his song came up you could just tell that he was wetting himself with excitement because it was his moment, but he was trying to look super cool and not bothered. And there was this one song where the chorus went "cunts shits wankers pricks" or something and his face when he was singing it was so serious it made me giggle lots. Oh and I think I saw stuart murdoch. And one of the boys in camera obsura has bowling shoes which is my ambition to get. I had a nice christmas too. I didn't really want to hang about at home for the festive time so I stayed with my friend who was spending it on her own and we made the most amazing christmas dinner with turkey and mashed potatoes that were all creamy and yule log and we did it all by ourselves and it was grate. New year was good too. For the second year running I entertained the Lovely Ian Hatcher and we went to see lord of the rings which was ace and harry potter which wasn't, and we went to the 13th Note Club too where chris geddes was DJing even though the music was a bit mokeish and met some other people from sinister (hi) and I managed not to wake up in my own sick which is what happened last time I went there and drank far too much happy juice. Oh oh oh oh oh and we went to the CARNIVAL. Which excited me grately because I love carnivals. And I got a rainbow painted on my face and I got a purple sand person thing made which had a witches hat with purple on it and the guy who made it said it looked like me because i was wearing everything purple and i went on some scary rides and I wanted to go on more but the Lovely Ian Hatcher was too scared so I just settled for candy floss and toffee apple and slushie and the MOST AMAZING CHIPS IN THE WORLD : carnival chips, which taste better than anything on the planet (apart from ribena). And Ian won me skipping ropes on a stall thing. But now he's gone home and I miss him a lot. So I cried and beed a bit hysterical and got snot everywhere and threw up because I'm prolly a bit mental. But not at all beautiful like in the song. I'm not obese any more though cause I used to be obese and now I'm not which is quite encouaging. Someone ripped up a tree and left it outside our front door. It was quite scary. I opened the door and it was there, all sad and ripped up. But its roots were there so at least it can get a good home in the soil. 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 paularathoon at xxx.com Fri Jan 4 16:22:17 2002 From: paularathoon at xxx.com (Paul Arathoon) Date: Fri, 04 Jan 2002 16:22:17 +0000 Subject: Sinister: New things on Banchory Message-ID: Wow..Everett True. i remember him from the Good Old Days where the Melody Maker was king despite the ink that came off in your hands. It had a great system for reviewing albums. One symbol for "bloody Essential", another for "recommended" and that was it. I could never make head nor tail of albums without these symbols because the reviews were so odd and usually not about the albums itself at all. In fact even some albums with the aforesaid symbols had reviews that slagged them off Everett was good mates with Kurt and the MM christmas specials were always uber-cool. he once did a review of Tad where the first letter of each paragraph created the legend "JAMES DEAN (or someones name anyway) IS A C***)" And the interviews were always interesting. And it was all good. and then all the good journos left. Mr True, Kulkarni, and the others whose names I can't remember. Now look at it. MM was reduced to being Smash Hits but with Slipknot on the cover and had to give away shit posters and stickers to try and stop the slippage of readers. it failed and it died. and the NME went downhill fast with little competition on the 25th floor of IPC towers. basically- if E. True and Mr Gullick are behind Careless Talk cost Lives, you should buy it. hope you all had good new years paul >From: "Neil Robertson" >Reply-To: "Neil Robertson" >To: "sinister" >Subject: Sinister: New things on Banchory >Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 15:37:37 -0000 > >For anyone short of a bit of reading matter, www.banchory.net is selling >copies of the new music magazine "Careless Talk Costs Lives". >The magazine, created by former Melody Maker journo Everett True and top >photographer Steve Gullick, is intended as a bit of an alternative to, >ahem, >other current music publications. The first issue contains Stuart Murdoch's >Brazilian Tour Diary, as well as the biggest Mogwai interview ever >conducted, pieces with Calvin Johnson, Le Tigre, Electralane and literally >hundreds of reviews of the sort of shit yous lot like to listen to. > >It's under "Fancy Goods" in the B&S Merch section. > >Enjoy. > >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! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ _________________________________________________________________ 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 Fri Jan 4 16:26:59 2002 From: dahling007 at xxx.com (stacey dahling) Date: Fri, 04 Jan 2002 16:26:59 +0000 Subject: Sinister: (gold-covered) tits and ass; bulgarian tex-mex Message-ID: Okay. I promised myself I wouldn�t do this again, post to sinister elaborate detail about a club experience, but it seems to be the time of year when resolutions are broken and I just can�t help it. It was possibly the GREATEST CLUB EXPERIENCE EVER, that�s why. AND it technically was a sinister meet-up. So there�s context for ya. Content. Yeah. It all came about when lovely sinister listee ZOE contacted me to say she�d be home for the holidays and we should meet up. Calls were made, and she suggested we go to �Kitcherella,� a special night dedicated to kitch of all sorts - kitch music, kitch decorations, kitch clothing. She said it began years ago in a small club and had presumably grown to massive proportions, warranting the occasional take-over of a huge schwanky club. She hadn�t attended since the move, so told me she didn�t know what to expect, but it should be fun. OKAY! I�m always up for the possibility of fun. Oh yes. And KITCH! Hells yeah. Anyway.. I try to drag Joanna with me (not very difficult considering she likes to dance as much as I do) but she is actually ill. Poor dear. So at midnight I venture out alone to meet Zoe. I arrive early, and as I stand outside I see some absolutely gorgeous people enter the club. I see some old men drive up and throw the keys of their Mercedes to the doorman who runs out to look for a valet. I see people with GOLD HAIR and ripped stockings and ugly furs. Oooh! I knew it would be a fine evening already. Once inside, I was floored. The club was ENORMOUS, larger than any I�d ever been in before. And there was a seemingly endless supply of beautiful thin girls in mesh gold dresses and gold foil wigs working at desks, bars, circulating the crowd, leading men in suits to reserved tables. It was like the Greek version of Studio 54, except not as many naked people. But just as much underwear. (Coincidentally (?) enough, it was called Club 22. Hmm.) Underwear hung from clotheslines strung up around the club, and by the end of the night it was being twirled over heads, slipped on over clothing, draped over faces� oh yes. Zoe arrived dressed in a classic sleeveless long white shirt, with black paint-like splatters and a big belt and.. it was quite a fine eighties ensemble. Her friend Helen was dubbed �Madonna� for the evening. She looked fantastic. And the rest of the crowd - incredible. There were coon caps, argyle sweaters, neon floral prints, huge gold chains, wigs, sunglasses.. I can�t even do justice to the amazing costumed kitchiness. I, on the other the hand, was dressed pretty conservatively in a little black dress and maroon Johnny-collar shirt/jacket thingie. Ah well. We clumped around, waiting for others in our party to arrive, staring with greedy eyes at all the beautiful people who entered, shaking our heads a little, anxious for some serious cheesy booty-shaking to begin. When we were finally all assembled, we headed to the dance floor and bopped around a bit. Then the lights dimmed and three screens came down from the ceiling and the opening of Dynasty was projected. Lordy. Everyone hooted and screamed in glee. Then the center screen lifted to reveal a man in an enormous golden afro, sitting in the center of a stage with a drink in hand, regarding one of the screens in studied interest. Everyone yelled and he got up, did a dramatic little turn and headed to the DJ booth, all decked out in gold and flanked by two beautiful girls scantily-clad in gold mesh and foil. Yay! Golden afro man was the DJ! He slammed his hands down like a conductor and the Bee Gees blared. Everyone immediately started to go crazy. It was fantastic! The Bee Gees were followed by other incredibly cheesy songs, including some Greek classics and, even worse, Greek covers of American cheese. My favorite was a Greek cover of a Grease song. Oh yes. After about five songs or so, the lights dimmed again, another cheesy video clip was projected on the two screens, and then the stage was lit to reveal seven scantily clad golden girls with gold foil pom poms, who did a choreographed dance to some cheery song. It was so great! Stage shows! There were a few more interspersed throughout the evening, all hilariously fantastic. Needless to say, we danced our asses off. Until 4:30 a.m. We could have lasted longer, I think, but Zoe had a paper to write. She did leave with a souvenir of the evening - a bra flung in our direction by a crazed dancer that exactly matched her eighties paint-splattered shirt! Incredible! I just could not get over the sheer quantity - and quality - of fine-looking people. It seemed like everyone who was anyone was there. Where do they all hide in the daytime, I wondered. In fact, the biggest star of the moment in Greece - the winner of Big Brother, Greece�s first experiment in reality television that was an amazing success - was on the guest list and rumoured to be coming, but he never did appear. Pity, really. Ha! It really doesn�t sound as exciting when translated to paper, does it? Ah well. Zoe was lovely, of course, as were her friends, and we had a great time dancing. Again, I was able to do the Molly Ringwald and it was cooooool. And I threw in some Ally Sheedy as well, being a special occasion and all. After I left Zoe, I took a cab home and had a lovely conversation with the driver, speaking perfect Greek. Why do I find myself suddenly able to converse in Greek only after being awake for more than 15 hours or drunk? We discussed the usual topics - where I was from, what I�m doing here, why I like it, whether I�m looking for a Greek husband, American capitalistic imperialism. And he didn�t even try to rip me off! I even paid in Euros, how exciting! And I just woke up at 5 p.m. and listened to Queen�s Bohemian Rhapsody. Good fucking song. It�s kinda sad. I almost cried. Holy Moses, it�s snowing outside. Coming down like a blizzard. My lord. Perfect time to defrost the fridge, actually. Can put the food outside. Mmm. By the way, my first official Big Decision of 2002, was to venture, alone, to BULGARIA. Yes, I am clearly insane. Even more so when you hear my other option - taking a cheap (76 Euros/$70) flight to London to stay with friends for a week and go bowling with Ken. Hmm. That or return to the Eastern European country where I was almost kidnapped and married off to Romanian prisoners five years ago? And I chose the latter option? What the fuck, eh? Well, it all came down to money, really. First of all, the whole reason I must make such a decision is because I must leave the country by Jan. 23 - I only have a three-month visa, and if I don�t leave the country every three months I run the risk of being deported; backwards, eh? So if I go to Bulgaria, which would be cheaper to begin with, I can write travel stories, which pays for expenses and perhaps more. In fact, I already have one assignment lined up which would cover expenses. And considering how desperately poor I am, there really was no other choice. Even though I am a bit.. um.. frightened. Eeps! If you don�t hear from me in a week and half, send out the rescue mission please. I�m trying to make the most of it, though. It will be an adventure of gigantic proportions, I tell myself. And I will undoubtedly return with great stories. Already my plan is to write about the Mexican restaurant phenomenon in Sofia. Hehehe. Last time I went, I discovered Eddy�s Tex-Mex Diner, owned by Mafioso Eddy, who had spent several years in Las Vegas and came out of the back room dressed entirely in black leather to have a shot of whiskey with us. According to my sources in Sofia (ha! I actually have a source in Sofia!) Eddy is rumoured to be doing time in a Nevada prison for drug trafficking charges or something (we suspected the Mexican imports were not limited to food ingredients alone). But, fingers crossed, I really hope to run into him again and do a proper interview. Ok that�s enough of that then. Hope y�all are having a peachy keen 2002 so far. I�m gonna go dance in the snow-covered streets now. Eat your heart out, New Englanders! MWAH! ~dahling ps: i feel like kind of an ass posting such dribble after amy�s lovely post but..um..well..yeah. i guess i�m an ass. Hmm. _________________________________________________________________ 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 benapps at xxx.com Fri Jan 4 19:30:31 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Fri, 04 Jan 2002 19:30:31 +0000 Subject: Sinister: postcard messages from CalifornIA Message-ID: Hi Sinister, And a happy new year to all. I hope the first few days of your 2002 have been good. Mine have. Been grate! I flew over the pennines and Glasgow (could see Parkhead, Hampden and Ibrox all at the same time!!), and Loch Lomond and Mull and GREENLAND!! all caked in snow, all the while listening to Tigermilk. Eleven hours later I touched down in Los Angeles (LOS ANGELES !!) and after a couple more hours negotiating the lovely US immigration and customs officials was met by the truly Awesome Rachel Fruitloop and her friend Vicky. At first it was all pleasantries but a little awkwardness in finally meeting face to face with someone you've opened a bit of your heart up to via email and a couple of phone calls. But now, only what, 5 days later, I can't imagine never knowing her. But in 4 days I have to go home :( I'll leave Rachel to tell you more. She's a much better writer than me, as you all know. I just wanted to do my reporting back duty and thank everyone who wished me well. I don't think it could've turned out much better, and it's all down to Sinister, which is YOU!! Just in case it wasn't clear (put it down to his gallant modesty) Ken won the London bowling with that score of 157. So unless you did better Mr Gillanders, Chu's our champion, as if he wasn't already! take care Ben 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 bellezc at xxx.com Sat Jan 5 08:59:03 2002 From: bellezc at xxx.com (zoe charaktinou) Date: Sat, 05 Jan 2002 08:59:03 Subject: Sinister: snow here,snow there and eeeeeeverywheeeeeeeereeeee!!!! Message-ID: Hello there! I know that a lot of people have posted because it is snowing BUT when it's snowing like it's snowing now in Athens ,bloody Greece then IT'S THE WEIRDEST THING!!!So yes, Athens has got tons and tons of snow and I have never seen so much snow together ever in the whole 22 years that I've graced the world put together in Athens!I mean if somebody had told me that I would be stuck in my house due to snow a few ays ago I would've laughed.I am laughing now too, though, which is a good sign...Here snow has the effect that the sun has in cold countries.It makes people go out, smile and act childishly...People in Britain tell me that they don't go out that much because of the cold they experience almost all the time.Here it makes you go out but it's because it doesn't exist that much.I am always talking about Athens, mind you , because if you go to Vel-makia at the magoulakia-, par example or at the mountains-and we have a lot of them- or in other places in Greece anyway there is a LOT of snow...So yes don't take my runt 100%.I just have to say stuff in order to express my enthusiasm for the snow!!!I am going to go out and play with my mom-'cos all my friends don't live nearby and I have noone to play wiiiiiiiith!!!-and then I will make a snow man..yes...But I won't see a fox in the snow, that's for sure-huh!B&S content, see? But seriously now, it's been snowing here for more than 24 consecutive hours and yes that is a novelty for little Athens.My mom went out earlier today and she says that people are walking all over the place as there are almost no cars moving.It's mad!Mad I tell you!I'll go out and walk all over the place.Chaotic stuff. It's great.I am glad it did not snow like that on Thursday though because then I wouldn';t have gone to Kitscherella and I wouldn't have met a Dahling!!!Oh, yes...this Dahling is such a Dahling..mmm..yes...But that is another story... Me goes now.Me has to get one-use camera-no real one, sniffle,buy me one?YOU!Please?Me be nice little girl?-and shoot...photos...of the snow...yeapity. SNOW SNOW SNOW!!!! bye now there..wherever you are. Zoe the little white riding hood _________________________________________________________________ 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 dimensionflip at xxx.uk Sat Jan 5 17:29:55 2002 From: dimensionflip at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2002 17:29:55 -0000 Subject: Sinister: lime Message-ID: <003601c1960e$98c76f00$5db389d4@default> (before i start, a brief word of explanation. zac foley, bass player with emf, died yesterday. the cause of his death has not been released, and it seems to have been more-or-less ignored by the News. i'm afraid this is another obituary. the man deserves one for oh-so-many reasons) a dream, without sleep... it is said that every person possesses a chord, and that this chord links them to the rest of Existence. some say the chord is white, some silver, some red. some say an individual has not one chord but several million, reaching out from all areas of the body to every conceivable energy source around them. some say, if you twanged the chord, it would sound like a guitar string. ---------------------- this can't be saint peter. he looks younger than me. he's also blonde, well-built and sporting a rather large packet in a tightly-fitting pair of tennis shorts. still, it looks like the right place. i try not to look at his crotch as i step up to the gate "errr....excuse me?" with a sigh, he puts down his mobile phone.. "yes?" "are these the gates of heaven?" flashing a smile of infinite patience, the blonde puts his arm around my shoulders, leads me several yards to my right, and points at a placard on the railings. i put on my reading glasses, thankful that i brought them with me in this dream, and try to assume my best Superior Librarian expression while i read it: "These are the gates of heaven. Yes, The GATES OF HEAVEN. Yes, those gates. No, they aren't like you imagined them, because we didn't build them to please YOU" "oh.... i see....." clearly i'm not the first to ask this question.. "err... i wanted to talk to saint peter" "and you are???" "i'm ian. oh, i'm not dead-. not yet- at least i hope not-" "i can SEE that. i do this for a living. well, you found saint peter" i look at his face, and try not to imagine it in my crotch.. "you....you're....." "yes....yes...." another sigh "look, i'm just trying out this new image. the big guy says we need to update, and i thought this looked rather....erm....groovy....yeah, that's it....groovy" i smile, and gape a little more "you shouldn't think such things about archangels" telepathic AND horny. fucking hell "i'm sorry....its just....its just that..." "you were expecting something a little more traditional, maybe" there is resignation in his voice "i'll go and change" when he comes back, he has a long white beard and sandals. i feel instantly more comfortable, and try and smile to show my approval. he scowls in return, snatching a large red book from a floating cherub - "You're not due yet" "i'm sorry?" "what are you DOING here?" "i wanted to speak to somebody. he should be here...he came here yesterday, or perhaps the day before. i wanted to deliver a message. i wondered if i could see him" i restrain myself from adding "preferably, in the shorts you were wearing earlier" "two days, you say?" he chews his pen "nope, sorry. against regulations" "....regulations? but i thought this was HEAVEN?" "it is. although we like to call it 'afterlife services' these days. a forward-thinking organisation requires regulations. we have to think of our viability in an evolving- "well, when CAN i see him?" "technically speaking, you can't. if he's dead. and you're not. he can haunt YOU if he wishes" (there is an unspoken "but there's no reason why he'd want to" in his voice) "i can't see him at ALL?" "you're catching on. one of the joys of being dead is not having to interact with the living. we don't usually let your sort up here. i have better things to do with my time. yeah, there's a few near-deathers every day but i usually send a close relative out to deal with those. a simple 'bugger off back to earth' usually suffices" "....." "how did you GET here, anyway?" i point to the elevator behind me. it appears to be waiting for someone, for its doors open and close repeatedly and it does not descend. in the corner of the machine, cross-legged on a chaise longue, sits an ex-beatle playing 'my sweet lord'. "dammit, i KNEW we'd have trouble with that. what's wrong with ladders? i said... they worked for jacob and all his contemporaries. then it was escalators. the big guy saw 'a matter of life and death' and liked the idea SO much he had them installed all over the place - good movie, by the way, but it doesn't quite work like - why am i explaining this to you? george, get out of the elevator." a wave of saint peter's hand, and the lift Ceases to Exist. with a sullen look, mr. harrison picks up his sitar and walks towards the wall. i shout after him: "george...if you see zac foley, tell him..." but he doesn't look round, as he steps through the wall and into the Magic Kingdom. "he can't hear you. unless he chooses to. and his hearing aid is switched to 'ignore', i can see it from here" "oh" bastard. we'll have words in the afterlife. i BOUGHT one of his fucking records. he OWES me... "sure you can't deliver a message for me?" the angel is texting someone called 'elijah' on his mobile and doesn't look up "i'll make it worth your while.." "fucking hell, why does he never have his phone switched, on?...... worth my while?" a laugh of derision from a Big Boss Angel is a very humbling experience. i feel very small as he adds "what could you possibly have to offer me?" thankfully, i brought my bag with me in this dream. i dig inside for Somethng Worth Giving An Angel. all i can find is a battered copy of 'tigermilk'. with some trepidation, i hold it out to The Man. he snatches it from me, looks at it curiously, and tosses it over his shoulder. after a few seconds delay i hear it land, with a loud clatter, on a rather fey and winsome boy called colin several hundred miles below. "hey! that's a good album! its one of my -" "album?" another derisive laugh "dear boy, we have JANIS JOPLIN, TIM BUCKLEY, ELVIS PRESLEY up here. tonight, i'm going to see mama cass and john phillips sing together for the first time since he fell off that stool. nice woman, cass, but she's a bit odd. got very upset when i offered her some of my baguette the other - "i'd like to see them play" "i can arrange that. but i'd have to kill you. offer me something better or fuck off" what have i got? a dig in all my pockets reveals....nothing. time to rely on an old fall-back :- "fifty quid and a bag of maltesers..... err... 'cept i haven't got fifty quid, but i can give it you next month, after pay-day, i'll write you an i.o.u" "maltesers?" "yes." is the Keeper of The Gates of Heaven really going to be taken in by cheap chocolate? as if by magic, i find a packet of the honeycombed-balls in my hand and, tentatively, i raise it to the level of st peter's beard. lifting an eyebrow, he tears the packet open, dropping a couple as he does so. he looks at them with disdain and puts one in his mouth. his expression changes utterly. is that the Light of Heaven in his eyes? he pulls me towards him and embraces me.. "these are WONDERFUL. oh, joy.... heaven has nothing to compare... they just melt in the mouth, don't they?" "yes, and they're lighter than ordinary chocolate" "you mean.... paradise will be full, but i WILL NOT?" blimey. don't they have sweets up here? i nod my head in what i consider to be a sage manner, and he beams again "of COURSE i will deliver your message" fucking hell. what was my message again? oh yes.... i grab a handful of cloud as it drifts serenely past, and i implant a kiss in it. "zacary foley was an inspiration to many of us. in some, the emotion aroused was utter joy at the fact that he lifted them out of their heads for a little while, that he tugged on the chords of their existence and pulled them to a reality without worries, thought and pettiness. he pulled them closer to YOUR reality, peter (if i can call you that) the reality you, and the big J espoused. he helped them, for a second, just to BE. in me, the emotion aroused was generally best expressed with my right h-" the angel appears to have nodded off. i re-think my message. "just give him this" i pass the cloud with the imprint of my lips on it "and tell him he's remembered. by people who didn't even know him. oh, and -" no, that's enough. saint peter nods, gravely, and stores my cloud somewhere beneath the flow of his robe. i hope he is, like a librarian, always as good as his word. i'd hate zac to think he'd been forgotten by The World. i'm turning to walk away and i hear my name being called. st peter is smiling plaintively... "ian.... come and visit again some time.... and bring some more of those...chocolate ball thingies.... yes?" i consider this. i don't really want to come back here for a while. "tell you what...why don't you visit me? i'll stick the kettle on and buy as many substandard cocoa-products as an angel could possibly eat" "weellll, i'm not really allowed to, but.... next friday?" "fine....oh and peter?" he smiles "SAINT peter, please. don't forget where you are" "sorry. i just wanted to say thank you. and, when you visit...." a raised eyebrow "come as the blonde" i try not to look at his expression as i grab the handrail, and, feeling strangely like david niven, place my foot on the escalator. above me, somewhere, i can hear the opening chords of "i believe" ian ----------------------------------------------- (a bit longer, that, than i meant it to be. for information on why this mail is called 'lime' or to learn more about zac foley in general, try typing his name and the name of the citrus fruit into google, and see what it comes up with) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 4 20:59:43 2002 From: figure2 at xxx.net (figure2 at xxx.net) Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 21:59:43 +0100 Subject: Sinister: I really enjoyed the concert, btw.:) Message-ID: <20020104205943.VCLM26370.fep08-svc.ttyl.com@localhost> Typing this and not sure where it's going. I would transfer to some more obviously productive mode were it not for the fact that I keep launching on ideas which fizzle out for lack-of-point and yet there must exist within these hopeless meanderings a thing of itself. One supposes, yet does not know, yet is familiar with this amalgam of mood and realisation. I think the prosaic term would be 'bored' but this is accurate only insofar as the similarity of feeling and result... a torpor. And I'd keep this little paragraph on the screen for later nuzzling and pruning except the computer makes such an incessant whine across such an unpleasant range of frequencies, highlighting how lacking in sensibility this machinery is, now it has inveigled my innermost stirrings towards communication. The routes I've been starting on are old ones, which used to give me pleasure. Music, say, and here on the cover of a magazine is a synth/sequencer/recording piece of software that can do all my teenage dreams for free, and it's great, except I've lost the desire. Same with architecture and visuals: everything I can see I can make into an aesthetic exercise/building parti/surrealist cartoon. Why bother applying effort? Work smarter, not harder... for what? Who are we trying to impress? And has experience in the working world not taught me that these 'work mantras' are in the service of sophisticated repetition, a kind of high-class switch-off to the possibilities of being alive on planet earth? This leads me to a conclusion. One that is familiar to humanity, if not yet to me, which is the concept of a threshold: an elastic, bouncy almost glass ceiling of a threshold, that needs either to be fatigued into infinite flexibility or burst through altogether. I want a higher level. In ward thirty, approaching 23 hundred hours. Reading in bed. Above the irregular snoring of my room-mate are voices in the corridor outside: the ones in white clothes I admire for their sane acceptance of duties, as they open card boxes and crackle pills from bubble-packs, clattering into plastic dishes in multiples to construct requisite milligrams of drug. Wash it down with 10cl of water, not from a cup or glass or mug, but a specially calibrated vessel so the whole thing seems more responsibly scientific. Heavy footsteps... the guy next door is pacing around as the 'sweet trolley' is wheeled roughly south-west in this self-closed diamond of a floor-plan: a cloister and, in the sun, a tranquil place where the soul is free, concentration possible and complexities unravelled. I'm closing the book and inserting home-made earplugs as an alarm sounds: another nutter to the fire-escape and if he or she... it was a she and went straight to high security jail in an ambulance-the rules-, the poor woman... battered and abused and hopeless and... not mad! Good gawd how smug people can get but it's their job. Room ten. Morning. The armchair is buff leather; the window reaches to eight inches from the floor, skirting-space occupied by a central heating radiator of the trendy, minimal kind. Window sash thrown open to 100ft of frosty driveway at the end of which is Loch Feochan, in the house where Campbell, Thane of Cawdor, was murdered in 1592. A wee blue dingy of a boat bobs on the surface, a seagull, just a common, ordinary seagull wheels around stage left to stage right and under the riplets a mass of water. Cars pass. I venture down to a capacious living room and for lack of better things read about theatrical productions and poems in the Times newspaper and charge a spicy bloody mary to room ten. Fireplace. The loch is still there. just the rush of afternoon air; a jetstream's wake on shores of my skies jokes on velveteen flies on a dusty pane so much air in my hands I was hoping to remember you sweetly but I wasn't prepared for this I find it magnificent to be upset and for life to take one by surprise... I don't mind the pain but I accept this is a bit out on a limb to those who crave comfort and familiarity. What we know explains what we have but, if we're alive what might just be possible? If one were to forget a moment about knowledge... Big mountains. These lumps of rock are very, very big. Gordon... off-topic as usual:) _______________________________________________________________________ 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 neil at xxx.net Fri Jan 4 15:37:37 2002 From: neil at xxx.net (Neil Robertson) Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 15:37:37 -0000 Subject: Sinister: New things on Banchory Message-ID: <02a401c19535$bda81880$3384fc3e@neil> For anyone short of a bit of reading matter, www.banchory.net is selling copies of the new music magazine "Careless Talk Costs Lives". The magazine, created by former Melody Maker journo Everett True and top photographer Steve Gullick, is intended as a bit of an alternative to, ahem, other current music publications. The first issue contains Stuart Murdoch's Brazilian Tour Diary, as well as the biggest Mogwai interview ever conducted, pieces with Calvin Johnson, Le Tigre, Electralane and literally hundreds of reviews of the sort of shit yous lot like to listen to. It's under "Fancy Goods" in the B&S Merch section. Enjoy. 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 astrid.wiezell at xxx.se Sun Jan 6 15:00:17 2002 From: astrid.wiezell at xxx.se (Astrid Wiezell) Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2002 15:00:17 Subject: Sinister: star, teach me how to shine. Message-ID: <221318084@spray.se> Yo sinister, how are you all? I am utterly bored, so horribly bored that I´ve decided to write a post again. Sorry.. I am again at my grandparent´s computer, because our internet is down. Kind of good in one way, because I have to take a walk to get to their house, and well, I have to get some exercise and walk for just like 20 minutes if I want to sit down at a computer. Er.. Well, the positive thing about it, is that it might be good for The New Astrid Version 2.0, that I want to become. I have to start by losing some weight, uh. Horrible, I don´t really want to, but I feel so enormously disgusted when I see myself in the mirror everyday, it must come to an end. I had gained you see, which I never do. That´s my thing; not gaining any weight no matter how much food or sweets and stuff I eat. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, let me lose the weight I want to in like a week and then I can relax for the 51 other weeks. We have some kind of walkingmachine-thing at home, I´ll have to use that one, and start running in the park when it´s not a half metre of snow everywhere. When in Stockholm there´s not really something called "acting cool" anymore, people just slip around, trying to stay on their feet. I´ve fallen loads of times, well, more slipped, but still. It´s kind of disturbing when you think "PLEASE, don´t let me slip or do something strange in front of that beautiful boy" and of course I always do then. Grrr. I haven´t been out yet to paly in the snow, I just walk around in it. But It´s been really cold, now it´s getting a lot warmer. It´s been like.. what, maybe -20 degrees celsius? Yeah, that´s about what it´s been.. Can´t wait til I get to start rehearsing with the band again. My fingers itch; I want to play again. Well, I sit in my room doing solo´s and new songs, but it´s not as fun as playing with the band of course. Tomorrow, hell also known as school starts again. I hate school, I hate going to school, I hate being in school. Sometimes I wander off from some lesson "studying independent", which means I go to some place far from the classroom where I can lye around on a bench halfsleeping. Sometimes I fall asleep, but not very often. Just because I´m like this kind of fast student, I get to listen to music in my freestyle or discman at most of the lessons. I like it that way, being able to disappear in my own little world for a while. But one time was kind of funny, we had what´s called mentor-time, when you´re with just half of the class, and your "hometeacher", the one that´s responsible for the class and all that. And people was just sitting there reading, we are four girls and about 8 boys in our mentor-group,and two of the girls were ill, and then the boys that day (everyday) sat at the other end of the classroom. I was listening to N.Y.C cops, with the strokes in my freestyle when my teacher, Janne, said "Astrid?" which I didn´t hear, I was almost stomping my feet and completely in my own world, and he said my name again, I still didn´t react, so all of the boys started calling my name, and I still didn´t react. Soon, the girl that sat beside me, Kine, a friend of mine, poked at me, I turned off my freestyle and said "What?" and she poined at Janne, who didn´t look too happy. "Could you please turn down the volume a bit, we can hear the music" and I was just like "Oh, sure" and then the whole class started laughing, not in a mean way, but a kind of "Oh, that Astrid"-way. Hee hee. Oh, yeah! I remembered something good! We´re gonna dance again! YAY! I had such a blast the last time when a dance teacher came and all of us in our grade had to dance with eachother. The most fun wast probably the last one, it included a lot of body contact, haha. We were all standing in a cirkle, facing another person, and we shold like do like a high five, then bump our elbows, our hips, our knees, our feet against eachother, the you kind of circled the other, and you did a bit of arsebumping as well, haha. I laugh at the memory of it just because I had to be with a boy who is like this "cool, misunderstood alternative", according to himself and I was actually going to do that stupid, stupid, oh ever so STUPID thing. Actually, he is a great dancer. And I still remember when I danced with Martin (*girly sigh*) Oh, we had so much fun. He smiled at me during the whole dance, and we just couldn´t stop giggling (it should be said that although he is a very goodlooking boy, he is kind of a snob, he listens to bad music and is sometimes a real know-it-all, and he is known for being kind of impolite to people, and very egocentric) and I said something about that he should become a dancer or something, and he said "Really? Do you really think that? That´s so sweet of you!" and I was like "oh well" and then we just kept dancing. Then he put his arm around my shoulder and said that we were good together.. ah.. PAUSE. My GOD, which teenmovie am i from? I am turning into one of those giggling-girls, that only moves in groups and always wear cute clothes and are air-headed bimbos. I´ll have to be tougher and be rude I guess. People always mistake me for listening to punk. What the hell?! I do not listen to punk. And the clothes I wear is a lot more grunge than punk, if you even want to label me that way. Pfft. Oh, by the way, I´ve been to Lord of the Rings now, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant movie! I´ve already seen it twice, this wednesday adn yesterday. I am also reading the books now. My favourite character is definitely Pippin, which the actor Billy Boyd plays with brilliance. Even though Elijah is a part of my three favourite E´s (tm) ; Elijah, Ewan, Ethan, Pippin was more of my kind as character. And he had a lovely accent as well. On dress-up day one day before school ends for the summer, I´ll be a hobbit. With my being qute tall, I guess I should be an elf, but as I am not veryfond of very long blonde wigs, I think I´ll go as a hobbit. It´ll be cool because my hair can get very hobbity if I sleep when it´s wet. I get messed up, and really wavy hair so it´ll be fantastic. Plus I get to wear comfortable clothes. Well, I have to go now, much to your relief I guess, haha. Love, Astrid P.S Am I honestly really happy now? I dunno. Maybe. I´ve thought about it a lot. I don´t think I´m really happy, just happy. I´ll be really happy when I lose that extraweight and look alright again. AH yes. Take care, all of you. _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! 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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 joiscurious at xxx.com Sun Jan 6 16:22:42 2002 From: joiscurious at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?jo=20perry?=) Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2002 16:22:42 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: get fit with jo. registration is free. Message-ID: <20020106162242.27208.qmail@web12305.mail.yahoo.com> Uncanny how adverts for health clubs and the like become so prominent after christmas. Naturally i expected this influx, remembering how local news programmes love to interview personal trainers desperate to make you lighter, for starters purely by robbing you of your hard earned cash. They rehash the same interview yearly. Alas that is the way the world goes round, creaking with every turn and vowing never to touch a mince pie again. I was called "a bit of a lurker" by my dear Mr Walton and vowed to post when content arose. Imagine my raised eyebrows when MTV Stylissimo used Jonathan David as the soundtrack to some electric hipped women strutting down a catwalk. I was somewhat bemused. That is all. Jojo xx p.s I cannot actually raise my eyebrows or wink, i have never been able to, "whats it all about Alfie?" as Cilla would 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 tompettinger at xxx.uk Sun Jan 6 17:17:01 2002 From: tompettinger at xxx.uk (Corduroy Boy) Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2002 17:17:01 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Looks so cool in his purple socks, saw him sitting on a pillar box... Message-ID: <003001c196d5$f70e6240$302b3c3e@pbncomputer> IknowIknowIknow I posted only the other day, but this is just a shorty. Infact, so short, I'll be all executive and bulletpoint the thing. 1) Jen's back. Whoo-hoo! Ribena an'stuff! 2)I saw Lord of the Rings. It is brill and my favourite character is gollum. My own, my precious... 3) Trailers before Lord of the Rings: Vanilla Sky. Tom Cruise is a pilchard *but* I only looked up from my popcorn because the first track for the soundtrack of Vanilla Sky was, methinks, Looper. That's quite a big break for them, isn't it? Not personally a great fan but it's the best of music I'm not a fan of. If I had to go to a club and it wasn't an indie club, I'd get'em to play looper. If it isn't looper then some major plagiarism has taken place. 4) Astrid, haha. that subject line is from my mixtape...I'm blushing! Write soon XXX Thanks for reading, but it was only short and there were no long words so don't get too carried away. Oh, 5) My new favourite word thanks to Rachel P is milquetoast, but I don't know if you pronounce it milk-a-toast or milky-toast, perhaps you could get back to me on that one... If I've come this far I might as well add 6) This week I have been listening to "the Wayward bus" by the Magnetic Fields. It is good. The subject line is from "Spacehead" by the Primitives. It is good. Well, it's still shorter than some. Of mine. Dancing in the neon rain, Tom 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 pants at xxx.com Sun Jan 6 18:22:33 2002 From: pants at xxx.com (Chris Butler) Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2002 18:22:33 +0000 Subject: Sinister: oh narcissus, ye are reincarnated sinister Message-ID: <5.0.2.1.0.20020106181746.026056c0@pop.orpheusdesign.com> every day i feel more and more that email is a reflecting pool. these zeros bend to ones to catch a droplet of ourselves that will truly convince us we lived. i promise to leave a trail of blood rather than of files. + senor droolcup [ ready to duel ] +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 6 21:57:53 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2002 21:57:53 +0000 Subject: Sinister: the course of the empire - desolation Message-ID: dear sinister, i think we're growing apart. all you ever seem to talk about these days are gigs you know i couldn't go to and videos you know i haven't seen. or smut (prurience doesn't pay you know). i've never claimed to be the bands biggest fan (and wasn't it mark e. smith who said that the fall were a band for people who don't have a favourite band? - well i don't have a favourite band) but... what am i trying to say here? that i feel left out and that it's my own fault? probably. but as i type man utd have just gone 3-2 up against aston villa, and i'm no football fan but my brother is - a man utd fan as it goes. and since most of his mates are villa fans he's understandably euphoric; united hadn't been looking themselves for most of the game, villa scored two in two minutes, ferguson brought on van nistelroy (sp?) and suddenly the tide has turned. but can i feel any of that joy? nah. "but thats not the same thing is it?" i hear you cry "you're a fan of belle and sebastian aren't you?" which is true, but it's better if anecdotes are fallible, they make better talking points then. it seems customary to remark on how long it has been since you last posted somewhere near the top of your post (bless me father, it has been seven and a half years since my last confession and these are my sins...) but i honestly can't remember - the churlish amongst our readers will be thinking i could just check the archives, but then i could give you the exact date and even tell you what i was on about that day and such is the realm of the pedant. if i were to do that then small children would point at me on the street and shout "PEDANT!" at me, and be well within their rights to do so. well, what have i been up to since whenever it was that i last posted? have i been poised, cat like, notepad in hand, collating my experiences ready to type them in here for your delictation? at which point does experience lose its lustre twixt mind and paper, between keyboard and computer screen? will anything i tell you register in the way i want it? how can i possibly let you know everything? do i even want to? what may i already have lost throught the holes in my recollection or throught my multitudinous delusions? if only there was something you could experience as i did... but wait! such a thing exists thanks, in part, to the magic of computers. i downloaded an mp3 quite by chance from audiogalaxy (in wishing to further broaden my horizons i had decided to try some of their recommended avant-garde flavour artists), a song called 'nipples' by peter brotzmann and it is utterly fantastic. one of the most startling things i have ever heard. depending on your standpoint i suppose it's as good or as bad as free jazz gets. perhaps i sound doe-eyed and naiive - free jazz not being something i'm particularly au fait with, but there was a lot of free jazz amongst the shedload of songs i downloaded and that was the choice cut, so give it a go. there were other things i wanted to tell you. i wanted to tell you about working at the glebe farm library the day after boxing day, with barely ten people visiting the library all day, and having to endure heart FM (tinpot local radio) the whole day. in a library most probably with fewer books than you have in your house - fewer books that are actually worth reading anyway, does that make me sound like an intellectual snob? don't care. i recall that some of my last post was dedicated to telling you about my annoyance at end of year best of lists. well allow me to elucidate further, because to my (and i'm sure your) amusment some people posted comedy lists which i found highly amusing, a gold star for them (if only i could remember their names - damn). and then just the other day the fast show spectacularly sent up such lists, as well as those horrible nostalgia programmes whilst also showing some of their best clips. did anyone else see that? fantastic. one such best of list, which despite falling foul of all the faults i described in my last post, and is almost criminally predictable, but always manages to pique my interest is the john peel festive fifty. and while i don't think there was a bad song in it this year, subject to debate obviously (that cuban boys song for example isn't particularly palatable the second time you hear it). but if i were john peel i would be a tad annoyed that the list was dominated by, as peel himself put it: "cute white kids". he must play two or three reggae records every show, two or three dancey type records and yet the only dancey type thing in the whole chart was squarepusher's somewhat tongue in cheek 'red hot car'. most disappointing. that said i suppose i was glad melys won, because that is a great pop record. far too much white stripes and strokes though, obviously. aren't minidiscs good? do you think you could tell what i look like just from reading what i've written to sinister? could i do it for some of you? something to think about isn't it? or perhaps i strike you as some epicine entity, as smoke curling through binary numbers, transcending appearance. being just words. it has always struck me as sort of odd that people on the net who belong to things like sinister put their pictures up for people to see - surely it defeats the purpose of this new unbiased method of communication? or perhaps not, perhaps i'm looking into this too much. i'm certainly not saying that showing people your picture is a bad thing, but if it changes their perception of you then surely my point is vindicated? i suppose that'll do for now remember, eccentricity is the last refuge of the played out bourgeois bye then - 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 farrell_danny at xxx.com Mon Jan 7 00:08:02 2002 From: farrell_danny at xxx.com (Danny Farrell) Date: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 00:08:02 +0000 Subject: Sinister: don't go breaking my heart Message-ID: Hello my lovelies. how are we all?the festive period is over now and i'm supposed to be getting down to some studying,but i'm not.so there.i hope hangovers are not too serious and drunken mistakes were not so huge a mistake.anyway On friday me and alan went on the pull with two friends,respective girls need not worry though we are very much enchanted by them,the pulling we done was on behalf the two friends.ryan friend was recently broken hearted and thought it was time to get back into the game but was still unsure,other friend just suffers from chronic shyness .ryan friend needed only a little encouragement.other friend though needed a step by step guide.it was odd because i hate 'the pull' and alan does too.it's something i refuse to do,yet here we were doing it for one of our friends. not quite sitting down and saying "hey we're danny and alan,you won't be sticking your tongues down our throats tonight because we're ecstatically content with our current situation in relational status but hey,you like our boys,you want them to buy you drinks,dance with you et al.?" but,it sure did feel like that at some points.alan having to get up and dance to get other friends arse of the seat and then needing to stand behind him to make sure he didn't sit down.saying you know friend,a girl dancing with you and holding your hand and gazing at you means she IS interested. anyway,there will be no repeat performances of that,ever. i am confused. this post may be a little self indulgent,so.indulge me.or don't,i'll understand. i usually start my sini posts in my computing lab at uni,however i'm off so instead this is solely done from my house,with cocoa,and without sleep for over well 38 hours now i think.mostly however i wish my lab were sitting on me.must be better than the weight of...nah,i can't be melodramatic even if i try.however my lab sitting on me must be a whole lot better than my insecurities and the problems of my friends resting on me.yes infinetely better indeed. yes my insecurities.friend girl is stalking me again,it got me thinking. i remember once i posted about how i never hide my emotions,and i don't,but i guess it's more than that,i lack emotional barriers.not i don't have any,but i have less emotional padding or dampener than most people. and when i'm going to be in a relationship,or aiming for a relationship or such,i let them know this.and they go oh danny i know you're so sensitive and kind and different.and it's true,the inability to hide emotions and the lessened padding does help me to be a lot more sensitive and i guess it's something that draws people to me. BUT. when they realise this i always tell them over and over,but the lack of this thing,the emotional barriers,the padding whatever you want to call it that i have less of.it does lead to my best qualities but it doesn't make me better,because it has a bad side too.i get really upset easily and depressed easily.a teasing take the wrong way reducing me to tears,and i know i shouldn't but i just can't do anything about it at all as much as i try,i can't stop feeling the sadness,even though i know it's just a joke i still get hurt. a meaningless argument leaving me so sad i'm unable to speak when i should recover the next morning.and i warn them all of this,every single person i ever date or even prospectively date,i warn them over and over and over. they say but danny it's okay,i know you're sensitive it's what i love about you,and i try to explain that,what i wrote above and they dismiss it. and then when they finally get an example they invariably run,they run away,i'm not hardened enough for them,i'm an idiot,maybe even childish. the thing that they love so much about me is also what makes them run away even after i've warned them again and again about the bad side to this character trait. and now. Now the person i consider the most beautiful girl in the whole world,she wants me.and she has my heart.and tells me i have hers.and so i should be happy.and. i am happy,happier than i have ever been in my whole life,and that doesn't even do my newfound happiness justice,it's the equivalent of a homeless person winning the lottery and saying "hey i have a little more money than i did yesterday".so yes i am infinetely more happy. but.i'm scared,more scared than i have ever been before. because of this,because this time i have so much to lose,because the person is the most astonishing person in the whole world to me and not,like now because it's her i want.just ever,i have never known anyone to be quite like her and she is unique in ways that can bring me to tears.so i'm scared in case there is a repeat performance of my whole life. that she'll drop me straight away.as soon as she see's the bad side,even though as usual i've warned again and again about the terrible flaws in a very open emotional state,i'm worried when she get's her first example she will run,like they all do. i guess however that it's a chance i've got to take for every stupid thing i say or do. but i have my newfound hope,and i hope, and i do believe, that she will understand the bad side to the things she loves me for and that she will accept them.but still i am very scared. boys can get their hearts broken to. love,huggles and beautiful confusion. always your danny xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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 shewitt at xxx.uk Mon Jan 7 09:24:32 2002 From: shewitt at xxx.uk (Stephen Hewitt) Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 09:24:32 -0000 Subject: Sinister: =?iso-8859-1?Q?Careless_Talk_Costs_=A32=2E50?= Message-ID: ello babies long time no thing. and what a sini-full last week it has been. I shall now add some factual flesh to the rather abstract bones (should that be the other way round perhaps?) in true Reporting Back stylee. KEN is the london bowling champion, despite having been run a close second by BEN apps, who actually took the first game by a whisker. Mr Chu also has the official score cards printed out by the nice lady on the receptiony/change shoes here type place, although i'd rather he didn't reveal quite how RUBBIDGE i was (i used to be pretty average, but oxford is a bowling free zone). THAT BOWLING LINE UP IN FULL: LANE 2 Jeremy Marianna The boy G(reg) Ally96 Juicy Lucy LANE 3 Me Welthorpe, Edna, Mrs Liz Daplyn Hannah Brown (Jonny come lately) James Thornily LANE 4 Ken Ben Gen SGS M,IGMK LANE 1 was full of very very small children seemingly on their own, who were eating happy meals, and also getting higher scores than me, but they did have the rail things up, thus no gutter balls... so big fat props to uncle ken for doing all the organising, also it should be noted that we booked for 15 ppl and 15 turned up!!!!! blimey, what are the chances etc. We were then joined by Lixi, Cabbage and a brace of Moores, for pool, DDR, and, unsurprisingly, BOUZE. Also at this point i should thank Katarina Karlsson for my delightful sinister t-shirt, which was worn for the bowling, and also to reassure Lisa Holton that her (slightly belated) present *is* on its way. NYE saw a HUGE sini-gathering upstairs at the garage for the Strange Fruit party. Baxendale played, those who liked them before thought they were good, those who didn't, didn't (i am in the former category btw, any band who can have you singing along by the second chorus of a new song have to be good in my ever-so-humble). People who were there included Cabbage, Sally Moore, Carey Lander, Nick Dastoor, Lucy96, Ally96, The Pinefox, Welthorpe, Edna, Kevan Cooke, Liz Daplyn, KEN, Jeremy, Marianna, Richard. Gillanders. Kirsten (what a lovely girl she is :)), Robbo, Drunken Matt, Richard, Paul, Ginger Fox, Nick Passant, Casarotto, Miss Vicky and probably loads more i'm forgetting... I have actually read Careless Talk Costs Lives, blagged a review copy from Borders. I'm working myself up to write a review on ye olde blog, but basically, it's pretty good (bear in mind i haven't read any music mags for abt six months), but there's too much Everett in it and the mogwai thing is far too long. anyway, happily new year kids xoxo CarsmileSteve PS Stacey said "schlompiest" which is like the best word EVAH :) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Mon Jan 7 09:56:01 2002 From: mmcneil79 at xxx.com (Madeleine McNeil) Date: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 09:56:01 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Ribena Man Message-ID: Jenowl's post turned my thoughts (as Jenowl's posts normally do) to Ribena, and I have been meaning to tell you all aboutmy friend's recent staggering anouncement that he has been leading a secret life. By day he is Ben, but by night he is.... RIBENA MAN, seaching out Vitamin C deficiency and thirsty indie kids wherever they may be. Ben/Ribena Man says the clue to his secret identity is in his ordinary name: RiBENa. In which case, my secret identity should be Cake Woman, or maybe just a cake. Actually I've eaten so much stodge over Christmas that my secret identity as a cake is not so secret at all. I look like a big stodgey cake on legs. I digress. So, Ben felt able to reveal his identity to us on New Year's Eve. We were squished in the pub, drinking non-vitamin C-full drinks, so Ribena Man swooped. I gazed at him in awe. My eyes started their path at his feet - black boots, black and purple stripey tights ('pantyhose' to our American friends. God, I love that word. Pantyhose panythose pantyhose), black pants ('underwear' to our American cousins) over the tights and OH MY GOD! a sqeezy bottle of ribena attached right in the centre of his pants. On his crotch! Jeepers. Then an ammunition belt, complete with cartons of ribena attached to it for rapid deployment. A tight purple T-shirt, bearing the legend 'Ribena Man', complete with zig zags of purple lightning. Around his manly shoulders, a purple cape was draped. And, the final touch, a black mask over his eyes like Batman and Robin wear. He was the super hero of our dreams. So there you have it, Ribena deprived Sinister kids, just wish hard enough, shout loud enough, and Ben will leave his ordinary job on some thin pretence, jump into the nearest phone box, twizzle around a bit and emerge as RIBENA MAN to rescue you! In other news.... nothing much has happened. New Year, Ribena Man aside, was a bit rubbish. Not enough people I knew, not enough snogs. I think dancing to Sisters of Mercy (Temple of Love remix type thing) so hard I nearly puked was quite fun, I suppose. Andrew WK would be very proud of me. I frighteningly regressed by about 8 years on Saturday night, whilst sitting next to a pile of sick in a night club (not my sick, I hasten to add). I became 14 and sulked harder than I've ever sulked before. I made frequent trips to and from the bar ("oops, mind the vomit!"), muttering "fuckwits, bastards, music's shite, everyone's ignoring me, I hate you all" repeat to fade. I decided that perhaps I should go out to different places, sometimes with different people. Familiarity breeds contempt. And sulking, by the looks of it. I have recieved good things in the post recently. First, from Paul Field, Brandt Fundak, then more recently Melmoz (thanks for the cd!), then hand made one-off original badges from Will Salt and Dimitra and most recently, this morning, books from Lliterary Llew. Huge thanks, hugs, kisses, etc to all of you. Laura, I hope you realise this means I am forced to kidnap you, drive you to the Mexican border and marry you. Neither of us have any choice in the matter, I'm afraid. I don't actually like this drippy Belle and Sebastian band. I like Scottish bands, yes, but Del Amitri and Texas are more my bag. I only joined this odd mailing list to get free stuff. And what do you know - it worked! Whatever happened to the Poetry Parrot? Love Madeleine xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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 kissingbelle at xxx.com Mon Jan 7 09:57:15 2002 From: kissingbelle at xxx.com (Belle The Birthday Dog) Date: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 09:57:15 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Birthdays, Love and Chocolate Message-ID: The girl woke me up this morning saying "Happy Birthday Belle!". I got excited because when she said "Happy Christmas Belle!" I got new toys and treats and when she said "Happy New Year Belle!" I got a bath and my hair brushed and was allowed to sit by the fire all day. So when the girl said "Happy Birthday Belle" I knew that today was going to be a good day. She explained that today was a very special day for me and I was now a whole year old! Can you imagine? A whole year old! I feel so proud! That means that this time last year it was the first day I had ever lived. I tried to think what it felt like on that day but I couldn't really remember. It was a long time ago. I didn't know the girl then, or anything about pigeons, or even about how good chocolate tasted. Chocolate does really taste great. I got really lucky not long go when I discovered a whole box of chocolates. I have a talent for these things. No chocolate can hide with me around. It all happened while the girl and this other girl, who has been staying with us for some time, were out. As usual I was in the kitchen with my bone, wondering if I should try to get the onions out of the cupboard, or whether it might be more fun to pull down the bag of rubbish and see what great things the girl had put in there by accident. Suddenly I realised I could open the door of the room where the other girl sleeps. I decided to investigate. That's when I found them� A whole box of chocolates! Nobody could have possibly known they were there. It would have been impossible for them to leave them alone without eating them. I was just going to have one or two and then tell the two girls about them when they came back home. Things didn't work out as I had planned and somehow or other I found myself eating a whole lot more than just one or two. They were really lovely chocolates after all. Life can be really great sometimes. Other times the things that happen aren't so great like later on that same evening. The girl had come back home and I had started to feel very ill. To this day I don't know what could have caused it. I didn't care when the girl started to cook her food. I didn't care when she put my food in my dish for me. I didn't even care when she started to eat. And then I was sick! The girl looked like she might be sick too as she cleaned up after me and brought me water. She tried to make me lie on some newspaper but when you are ill you just want to lie on comfy carpets. Life has some strange twists to it one minute you are so happy having just made a brilliant discovery, the next you are feeling the worst you ever have. Life! It is completely crazy! And you can't reach the age of a whole year without realising that. Now That I am a whole year old I am also in love! I haven't told him yet but the other girl who came to stay with us brought us his picture to see and he is the best looking dog I have ever set eyes on. His name is Ali, he normally lives with the other girl in a different country called Greece. He has the most beautiful fur and eyes. The girls tell me one day we might meet although there might be a problem because Ali speaks a different language to me. I think it should be ok. I would be happy enough just to look into those deep brown eyes! Me and the girl are a right pair now. Both of us gazing at pictures of the boys and dogs that we are in love with. I said to the girl "it is hard being in love" she agreed and then giggled I am much more independent these days. The other week I went on holiday all by myself. I spent two whole nights without the girl. To be honest I think I prefer my holidays when I go away with the girl because I didn't really like the other dogs who were there all that much. I told them all about the band I am named after and why I am a little bit famous and they laughed at me and said "never 'eard of 'em� mind you have you 'eard of that band steps? If you were named after them then I would be impressed." I didn't say anything back because I have heard of steps and I think I would much rather be named after the band I'm named after. If only I had my Ali with me. I'm sure he would have defended me. I'm a bit worried about my girl though. She is going on holiday without me in about a weeks time. She has to go to a whole different country all by herself. She tells me it is called San Diego and that she has to get there by plane. Can you believe it? She will fly! Just like a pigeon!! I hope she will find other people who like the band that make me a little bit famous. I wouldn't like her to be stuck with people who think Steps are better. From my experience people who like the band who make me a little bit famous know the best things to do and the best places to go to find pigeons. I'm sure that meeting some of these people would make the girl's holiday a little bit happier. I better go. I have to sit by the fire and dream about chocolate and Ali. Love and Kisses, Belle _________________________________________________________________ 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 Jan 7 10:17:48 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 10:17:48 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I don't want to play football Message-ID: Hello, I was going to write a really long e-mail about my adventures over the weekend, but quite frankly it has been a bit dull, so I'm gonna talk about footie instead. Moving to the UK at the late age of 12 means that I was "one of those" who doesn't have a favourite football team. Being one of those isn't fun, if you can imagine. As you walk along the school corridor, you can almost hear the gossips and jeers "psst, this boy is 12 and he still hasn't got a favourite football team!" Everyday you go to school, the boys in the class will be showing off their cherished relationship with their teams - they'd wear their scarves, hats and even the full kit when they have PE lessons. Sometimes you feel that it is so fake - Paul's only supporting Liverpool so he can show off to his friends when they win; John's only supporting Newcastle because their kit is pretty; Harry's only supporting Arsenal because the first 4 letters spell out a rude word - their supportership isn't about passion, or commitment: it's about ownership, exhibitionism. You don't want that. But times are hard when you're "one of them". Everyday you can feel the weight of several cruise boats over your head - such is the peer pressure you get - when you see their eyes of joy, when your friends walk into school knowing their team had just gone top of the table. You'd hide in a corner, trying to forget, and convince yourself that having a favourite team isn't the most important thing in the world, but it's hard when people talk about it constantly. You feel especially hurt when, people don't treat their teams preciously, at the first moment of trouble, a moment of conflict or even just when routine becomes a chore - they jump the boat - "oh their new kit is not pretty anymore - I'm supporting Derby County instead". Yet, the football teams will just accept them with open arms, don't they ever question? "Why? So what makes me different from your old team? How do I know that, if I lose 3-0 to Bristol Rovers in the FA cup you won't dump me faster than a baby with no diapers?" You don't understand, but what can you do? It's none of your business how football fanclubs operate, or how other people choose their teams. You just keep on looking for the team for you. The summer I'm supporting Ecuador for the World Cup tho. KEN P.S.: CARSMILE wrote my name in captial letters (e.g. "KEN") several times in his e-mail, THANKS STEVE! P.S.S.: After the bowling fever last week I went bowling with my mate in Milton Keynes again last night, and I was pish.. um, yeah the floor was too slippery, and stuff.... _________________________________________________________________ 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 lleweth at xxx.com Mon Jan 7 10:27:16 2002 From: lleweth at xxx.com (Laura Llew) Date: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 10:27:16 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Men Seldom Make Passes At Girls Who Fall On Their Asses Message-ID: "Well, I'll be damned. (If I'm lucky.) I turn my head for nary a second and if the list hasn't been overtaken by knasty knitters." To all of those who incessantly remark about how horrible my puns are: Why was I not sent a Thank You note for not beginning that rant (of almost a year passed) with a hearty, "Well, I'll be darned!"? You only have yourselves to blame. CHRISTMAS: I would be remiss if I didn't send out huge appreciatory thanks* to everyone who participated in the Sinister Christmas Present Exchange Extravaganza 2001. We had over fifty people participate and lots of wonderful people like Brandt Fundak who volunteered to send out eleven (ACE) mixtapes without wanting anything in return. If anyone hasn't gotten their present yet or wants to apologize for being late (instead of ultimately sorry) then let me know so I can whip out those Brass knuckles of mine I got for Christmas. I need to break them in sometime. NEW YEARS: Last year, I was driving to work one day late in December and *oops* forgot to turn off to go to the bookstore. Instead, I ended up on a roadtrip to New Orleans thinking, "Big city, small town girl, New Years - maybe I'll get taken advantage of." Unfortunately, it didn't happen. This year I ended up on a roadtrip with none other than Miss "Dorothy Parker Makes Me Want To Drink Bathtub Gin, Have A Bad Love Affair, And Attempt Suicide" Katy who you might remember from such dialogues as: Me: Ah, looking at Porn? MDPMMWTDBGHABLAAASKT: Yeah, Laura, at a Civil War site. Nothing beats General Lee naked. Me: Well, his horse was named Traveler. or such claims as: "I'm light & refreshing. Today, *I'll* be your diet coke!" We ended up at her little hippie commune in Masschoweveryouspellit where she moonlights as a milkmaid. It was quite the experience as I got to overhear lots of things like, "Boy! I can feel those toxins!" and "See that boy over there? He graduate from Cornell with a degree in Engineering but now he's here and working on becoming a message therapist." and - from a girl contorted like a pretzel doing yoga - "I need some cranial work done badly." Sweetheart, do you ever. Oh the fun never ended! I took to naming the hippies like smurfs. Instead of Papa Smurf, there was Mama Hippie and even a Huggie Hippie who invited me to stay and read for poetry night. I also spent a night at a FISH HATCHERY in a national forest which was also a first. Plus,I went crazy with my IZONE (christmas present thanks to Daveylicious!) and took lots of pictures of my obsessions (1.bookshops: There was the one in the old Grist Mill in Farmington ConneticuohlikeIcanspellthisoneeither and then the Andover Bookstore which is the second oldest bookshop in the country and in a former barn. Oh it has the most beautiful brick fireplace in the middle of the store. *swoon* 2. Cute chubbylicious awkward dark haired boys: There were none.) AVARICE & GREED: Hubris said, "Hello." Or at least I'm hypothesizing that a hello to something sinister was the only thing that noise he made could be. If you're at all familiar with my posts (then you're familiar with the effects of chloroform. Sweet Dreams!), then you're probably bracing yourself for tales of Hubris stalling, overheating (I don't mind when friends smoke but when my car takes up the habit it gets personal), or opening his hood and devouring a small gaggle of annoying children. If you're not familiar with my posts, then let me introduce you to my car -nay my chariot, my steed, my knight in shining armour all - Hubris, whose motto is, "Laura, have you ever thought of public transportation or at least higher insurance rates?" We've been together for years now and very happy, except for the short time when he wouldn't talk to me after a boulder fell on him on a drive through Colorado. As if I *willed* it to happen or something. Well, now let me introduce you to Avarice - Av'ry for short. She's very prim and proper. And a bit like Kit in the fact that she has one of those CLICKY keys where from across a crowded parking lot i can just push the button to lock, unlock, beep the horn, pop the trunk, or run down the old lady who cut me off in traffic earlier. As they sit beside each other at night, Av'ry and Hubris pass notes to each other swapping strategies on how to best strand me in a moment of need. It's past 5:30 am and I have to be out the door for work in about an hour for my trek up an icy mountain road. I really shouldn't be torturing y'all for my bouts of insomnia but I'm all about sharing the love. (See! I did learn something from the hippies!) Forever yours, (or until supplies last) Laura "meeting all those Laura Llew needs since 1977" PS - Billzebub, I'm home safely :) PPS - Willzebub, I hope the date went well. I completely disapprove of Sexpot Sauer's statement of, "It's not a date if there's no snogging." No cute boys should be encouraged to be kissing if I'm not involved. PPPS - Oh I met up with another sinisterine and we went bowling too (see as I desperately try to seem like a cool kid). However, we're much less cut throat here. I won a game, he won a game, and then we moved on to plundering through old bookshops and record stores with glee. PPPPS - Maddie, I just read your post and your proposal. Now normally I don't consider any marriage proposal that doesn't at the *very least* involve fire, leatherclad midgets, and a mariachi band. However for a hot lesbian - poetry obsessed - salacious commenting filled - girl such as yourself I'm willing to at least spend one reckless night in Tijuana with you. I'm free next Sunday. PPPPPS - There was not even a reason to try and spell check this sucker *Also thanks to my own personal santas - Danny, Paul, Dahling, Billzebub, Jayward, Daveylicious, Brandt, Maddie, and someone else whose my forgetting will make me wake up in a start whenever I do eventually fall asleep. Y'all completely made my Christmas for which I was mostly unconscious for anyway. I must have gotten a blanket and a sweater as presents because I ended up under the former and using the latter as a pillow as I somehow fell asleep underneath the Christmas tree. Fortunately, no one mistook me for their present. (What you didn't asked for an exhausted clutzy absentminded girl this year? What is your problem?) _________________________________________________________________ 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 h.brown6 at xxx.uk Mon Jan 7 11:32:11 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 11:32:11 +0000 Subject: Sinister: madness has returned Message-ID: <3C39873B.F2A298EB@camb.linst.ac.uk> Well, everything is back to its crazy state. i'm sat in a concrete building in the heart of peckham waisting valuable time doing this. I might attatch a sign to my head later that says "yes i had a great christmas now, please, change the suject" I have been here roughly an hour and have been asked the same question many times and the sound of my own voice is starting to get annoying. I did as i promised and came totally last in the bowling last week, i blame the alcohol. I did get a strike, but then ended up not hitting anything for about 3 go's in a row. Still, i got some chocolate for being so bad so i can't complain. Hello to everyone who was there. Sorry to Mummy ive grazed my knee for completely not recognising you and much repect to Stevie Trousers for dancing so brilliantly to New Order. New Year was cool. We had a party and were going to tell the time by the clock on the microwave but, unfortunatly, one drunkern friend pulled the plug out at exactly 11:59, so we just guessed. We all jumped from a chair and danced manically to LAST NIGHT by the strokes, twas fab. After that it all got a bit sad and emotional and i found myself crying for the first time in months ( which is a good thing maybe), this went on for afew days. I usually feel so positive at the new year but this one was just strange. I put "lazy Line painter Jane" on hoping that it would cheer me up but it actually made things worse. It's quite a sad little ep isnt it. When i was younger being sad was a positive thing. I used to write stories, poems or just draw stuff, now i just pick the carpet or manically clean. I did do a fab painting the other day though, its a big canvas of a Vaseline tin, which is very cliched but i just love the way they look. er, ive gone on a bit haven't i,love hannah +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 7 13:15:47 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 13:15:47 +0000 Subject: Sinister: He come from de glorious king-dom Message-ID: Hello Happy Christmas! Nice to see you all pink and perky after the festive season. I had a very perky couple of weeks drinking SHERRY! Mmmm! Sorry for not sending ANYONE a Christmas card. I do have standards, you know! I spent my holiday amongst the snow-topped chimneys of Kidderminster, the quaint little post-apocalyptic god awful place that it is. In a Kidderminster bookshop there was a whole shelf dedicated to a book called "Kidderminster - A History in Pictures". It was in the Horror section. I went carol singing. I go every year with our local church and we go round old people's houses and sing to them and they tell us to go away. It's a wonderful thing, really, and I look forward to it every year. We sing "We Three Kings" and I'm Gaspar - the hairy king. Then we try to sing "He come from de glory" and the old folks hit us with sticks. At my grandad's on Christmas Day we watched telly with subtitles. He's deaf, you see. Grandad was loving it, and laughing at all the jokes, but if you're listening to it too the subtitles always come up at the wrong time and ruin Captain Mainwaring's comic timing. So it was a bit crap. Subtitles can be funny, though, like when they say "HE LAUGHS MYSTERIOUSLY" or "HE EMITS A STRANGE GURGLING SOUND". Or "HE PARPS HEROICALLY". And when you watch the news someone has to type really fast to get the words on the screen and they get it wrong and end up calling Tony Blair "Tony Chair". I think the most depressing words you can hear in a club are "You want Belle and Sebastian? I'll play you Legal Man." Gawd. Why does no-one play decent Belle and Sebastian songs anymore? The kids deserve better. You could dance to just about any Belle and Sebastian song if you wanted to, so why do they have to play that toss? Give me IWUTU any day. The more I hear it the more I love it. The Kidderminster Sinister Bowling Extravaganza was a cracking success. Actually, it was only me who went. And I didn't go bowling; I went to a pub and ate a pie. Well, it was fun anyway, and later on I got drunk and fell over. They don't even have bowling where I come from. We have Beetle Drives instead. No shoes required for that. Just a sharp pencil and an even sharper mind. time for another cuppa Robin _________________________________________________________________ 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 rob_brennan at xxx.uk Mon Jan 7 13:21:00 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 13:21:00 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: "Oooh! A fresh batch of America balls!" Message-ID: <20020107132100.33845.qmail@web10504.mail.yahoo.com> Hellooo... Happy new Sinister Year! This is my first post of 2002 so I'm obliged to tell you how my New Year thingie went. Unfortunately all I can remember is slipping on some ice outside the Slug & Lettuce in Richmond and nearly falling in the Thames. Grate fun. I got a book for Xmas called America's Idea of a Good Time. It's by a lady called Kate Schermerhorn who took a lot of very good photos of parades, county fairs, tractor pulls etc. Sort of the American equivalents of village fetes in the UK. Dotted among the photos are all sorts of little facts and statistics: Apparently Americans hold around 7000 parades a month. Wow! Your feet must be knackered! Anyway, if you live in America and you've been to/in a parade/county fair/monster truck rally - email me and tell me about it so I can have some vicarious experiences to match the images. Mmmm... Rachel and others talked about music magazines. I've not managed to see a copy of CTCL yet and I can't be arsed to buy most of the mags around at the moment. I used to read Select regularly even while it was going horribly downhill before its eventual demise. It was a good magazine once and in its final days managed to blag a copy of the Struan interview from the Glasgow U. Guardian. *sigh* those were the days... Good luck to CTCL anyways. There's been an awful lot of very good posts lately. You know who you are. All the best 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 Patrick.Doyle at xxx.uk Mon Jan 7 15:15:08 2002 From: Patrick.Doyle at xxx.uk (Doyle Patrick) Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 15:15:08 GMT Subject: Sinister: Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 15:23:24 -0000 Message-ID: Hello all, im back to school and as promised have re-subscribed to sinister. I went to the B+S gig in the QMU on the 20th of Dec and can truly say it was the best gig i have ever been to.While the first support band were great, sadly the 2nd one (Suckle) were a massive let down. Anyway youve probably heard all about the concert from other sinister members, so i wont bore you all with one of my long reports. Just to let you know if anyone wants a copy of the setlist i would be more than happy to e-mail it to them, i also have some photos wich i took during the gig if anyone wants a look. 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 Mon Jan 7 17:06:07 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 17:06:07 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: sherry? Message-ID: so it seems i should feel privileged to have a copy of the elusive CTCL lying on my living room floor along with last week's newspapers, chip wrappers, minidiscs, tissues, ribena cartons etc etc. trendy brighton hipster (ahem) everett true distributes a few through my boyfriend's shop. but i still don't like it much. i agree with the hewitt boy that the mogwai interview was too long - though this would be a minor sin were it not both self-important and arse-licking as well. but i look forward to further reports by carsmiles more knowledgeable than myself. of course there's a certain cheek to me slagging off the music press, since my own journalistic ventures aren't exactly revolutionary or, more importantly, successful. in the case of buzzwords, the words 'back burner' are unfortunately apt. meanwhile, i've just been roped into a new fanzine and have precisely two days to write a couple of thousand scintillating words, in between clearing the rest of my possessions out of my old house and finding space to put everything - including computer and all my 'important writer's research tools' - in my new, much smaller house... help! whine whine. what i really wanted to do was ask a random question in the best sinister style: is offering 'sherry?' in a plummy voice (think uncle monty from withnail and i) when you actually mean 'tea?' derived from anything external, or was it just an odd verbal tic confined to my university friends? i just remembered it the other day and it didn't make any sense to me at all. please confirm whether we were in fact mad. luv archel xxx ps. further commentary on sinister transatlantic shenanigans, please :) ps. further commentary on ANY sinister shenanigans :) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 7 17:22:14 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 17:22:14 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Content? Well, I'm quite happy, thanks! Message-ID: Hmm, strange news on the content front... I just read this on the Jeepster site. Maybe you read it too. "Belle & Sebastian are in the studio putting finishing touches to an as yet untitled new album. Due for release in Spring 2002, the album will feature music from Todd Solondz's recent "Storytelling" film." So an "as yet untitled" album which will "feature music from" Storytelling. Maybe I'm reading too much into that but it sounds like a different beast to the "Storytelling soundtrack" we were promised a while back. Mind you, there wasn't much of a soundtrack to speak of. Spring 2002? That's now! 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 room_30 at xxx.com Mon Jan 7 18:59:45 2002 From: room_30 at xxx.com (chris perriman) Date: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 18:59:45 +0000 Subject: Sinister: don't let the walls cave in on you / you can't live on, live on without chu! Message-ID: hey there sinister, long time no see well many things have passed since my last missive, christmas came and went (thanks to silvia in rome for the lovely sweets, they taste just like the free lollies kids used to get in little chef restaurants, it took me bach to my childhood) new year happened without too much incident - apart from my backwards hangover the next day, i was fine until 2pm when my tummy felt a bit odd, then i got a headache about an hour later, then it all dissapeared at about 4 and i was fine again! my bands gig went fine except i forgot to go into the chorus of one song and didn't notice, i was off in a world of my own. when we started there was two people watching but our friends had got lost and they turned up about halfway through and the place was almost full when we finished but we were on at the ridiculous hour of 8:45 so thats what you get for being first band on. owen the narrow wizard turned up about halfway through and then introduced me to scorpion lager, dead cheap but really tasty, sorted. he should be posting a review in his next post i'm sure. i've seen both harry potter and lord of the rings at the cinema and enjoyed both, now i'm reading the LOTR and bloody hell if its not frickin' huge! 1009 pages then 300 pages of index and appendices, wooh! and i got a picnic hamper with plastic plates, cups and cutlery in it for chrimbo from my aunty, why? coz she's a raving old aunty type person but now at least if i attend any sinister picnics this summer i can at least come prepared. all i need now is a huge tartan blanket like wot you used to get in cars. whoever said that rachel frootloop hadn't posted a huge summary post for ages was right, she must have accumulated enough now. rachel, post again, i need to increase my 'i've been mentioned in a frootloop post' score. its at 4 at the moment and i'm sure others have more. ben apps must be in double figures by now. see y'all later take care Pez* www.pez.com - the wonderful world of pez ;) ivorytowers.8m.com - ivory towers records www.drpez.com - Dr Pez, Spain's premier fish doctor (i think) _________________________________________________________________ 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 DansonHatcher at xxx.com Sat Jan 5 14:40:41 2002 From: DansonHatcher at xxx.com (DansonHatcher at xxx.com) Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2002 09:40:41 EST Subject: Sinister: Car Park pictures Message-ID: <76.1540dca8.29686a69@aol.com> Winter. It's not all it's cracked up to be is it. When you're smimming about in lovely July or thereabouts Could've made a film about some days, about gigantic quiet of summer. Full of chrome and deniem, full of soft focus pastel shades, fast warm air all around the car. Overhead planes chugging across oceans between lonely clounds and we wear shorts and Tshirts with sandals on your feet. We're going places with hot light gliding though the screen and onto my fingers. Things happen and we did it all while the skys were clear. These days didn't end for months, just having short dark between to give a sense of time. It was a film I got processed the other day that sparked off this hate of winter. It was some pictures I took of some places in town at the end of August/begining of November and I had forgotten about that day. Pictures were taken over the period of a week or so while I was between jobs from up high on roofs and older car-parks so it was really warm and these fantastic 1960's concrete structures were so "wow" in amongst the 1840's wool mills, with the hills of north Leicestershire far in the distance. I got the film back and sat in the waiting room of Saint Margrets Bus station. This is a place that has featured rather highly in my life, meeting new friends here and adventures started. From the first picture I was taken back and suddenly I felt rather happy with Two Thousand and One, I will remember it for new friends made, realising I do fit in when the right people are found, lot's of traveling, Beautiful London, sinister, ownership of more cars than I have fingers, lost weekends in the west country, train tickets, and tying most of this together were Belle &Sebastian, It will be a year remembered for it's Summer. Sorry for this (over)nostalgic view of bits of last year and I hope all of you have as many good things to remember as I do. It just worries me slightly that 2002 will be without this. If you've read this FAr you're clearly a raving fruitcake. James. Ps, Ben! glad you two are having a good 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 dimensionflip at xxx.uk Mon Jan 7 20:37:43 2002 From: dimensionflip at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 20:37:43 -0000 Subject: Sinister: a quiet night at the Ian's Head Message-ID: <000001c197bb$5ae944c0$a7be89d4@default> here on my own now, after hours.. the pub is empty. i like it that way. the only light comes from the blinking of the cash register and a small row of fairy lights strung behind the optics. the juke-box has stopped playing and i am savouring the silence. it nuzzles up to me, curling its presence around me - an old friend, rarely encountered, sorely missed. they don't make pubs like this any more. in fact, they never have. the Ian's Head is a curious place to be. usually, it is a haven for the flotsam forgotten by time. you'll see various people you recognise, and many that you feel you know, vaguely, from some guess at an existence that never quite materialised. there's a special seat in the corner for charles aznavour. he only visits occasionally, but everyone knows him by name, and he never has to buy his own drink. cole porter pops in from time to time. visit on karaoke night, and you'll catch him singing "under my skin". but only when he's finished chatting with hermann hesse. these are the quieter nights. on the busy ones, three legged ostriches jostle for position at the bar with hare krishna devotees. the buddha gives an audience at the long central table, surrounded by prophets; priests and prostitutes from all the ages. he never says anything, and they never listen - that's the way they all like it. huge parties of office workers pour in, dancing to whatever songs play in their respective heads, all joining together in a final horrific cacophany. not tonight. the Ian's Head is closed for business. i sit, sipping an orange juice and staring at the string of flashes - green, purple, hexagon, yellow, as they light up one spirit bottle after another, and i try to forget about the ghosts that haunt every room. i'm escaping. you see, last night, i was visited by an angel. yeah, yeah, i know. how very billy graham. but this angel didn't have a special message for me. he didn't want to share the secret of existence, or make me live a righteous life. he wanted to eat my chocolate and surf the internet for porn. ------------------------------------------------- saint peter turned up about half-past-six. i've just got home from work and am preparing to relax with "take it like a man 4 - uncut and extra-long" when i hear a cough from the sofa next to me. a coughing sofa, how odd.... he smiles. he's come as an old-testament prophet. you know the sort - eyes, hair, staff.. the shock of finding such a creature next to one on the sofa whilst one is in the middle of fondling one's special secretness is enough to falter the hardiest of fucknuggets. "oh, don't mind me. where are the maltesers?" i put my special wand of wonder back where it is nice and polite to have it and ask him to use the doorbell next time. "but i'm an angel, we don't need to" "no, you don't need to. but its considered polite not to interrupt a person when they're....when they're......" "when they're fantasising about four-way-sex with a blonde-youth, a saint bernard and a jar of horlicks powder?" he doesn't wait for my reply... "sorry, couldn't make friday, so i decided to come early". he looks down at my wilting pride and joy - "bet you wish you'd done the same" i remind myself that smashing a Minister of God over the head with my bagpuss glass probably isn't a very good idea. it might get broken. "were you this rude to mary?" he looks at me quizzically. "you know, mary, mother of jesus?" remains blank for a minute, and then realisation sets in "oh, HER... sorry, not really my department, that one. the witches and the catholics tend to make more fuss about her and, personally, i tend towards being C of E...... anyway, no, that wasn't me....... that was gabriel. and HE'D have been more likely to join in... ya know, they say she was a virgin when he arrived.... they say nothing about when he left.." i resolve, mentally, to check this allegation should i ever meet gabriel, turn the television off and go to the kitchen to fetch the substandard-balls-of-honeycomb-joy. when i return, my guest has adjourned to the computer, and is looking at www.hot-jocks.com with some distaste. "this isn't really my thing. have you got anything.....different?" "different?" i'm not sure what he means "listen, you can't download anything dodgy on there. i'm not into that sort of thing, and you can get into trouble for-" he's stopped listening, and has evidently found something that pleases him. the screen depicts a young black woman with startlingly red hair (only on her head, mind) licking the nipple of a nubile sylphette who, for some reason, is wearing a nurse's uniform. "really...can't you see this sort of stuff at home...where you're from? i mean, i don't want that sort of thing on my computer, its....erm....." he mutters something about a holy-firewall and is busily entering my credit-card details into www.nanny-nymphettes.com "no, you can't DO that. there's no credit on it. can't you barter with them? offer them a soul or something?.... - not mine. i'm using it" "bartering with souls went out years ago. christopher marlowe pissed all over THAT little game. no self-respecting credit agency would have anything to do with Absolute Reality these days" with a sigh, he closes the site down "haven't you got ANYTHING interesting on here? what's this?" www.jeepster.co.uk - "you won't like that. its a record label. they're quite small and there are a couple of bands that i like that-" too late. he's already ordered himself a t-shirt and is staring, entranced at the screen. "what is this wondrous vision before my eyes?" "stop being sarky. i happen to LIKE that band. she sings with them, and yawns sometimes in the middle of their concerts. look, she may not be perfect, but -" "perfect? PERFECT, MY BOY? SHE IS THE LIGHT THAT MADE THE DARKNESS FEEL. SHE IS THE WHISPER THAT HERALDS THE THUNDERSTORM. SHE IS THE REALITY FOR WHICH I HAVE LONGED. THE PURITY I THOUGHT COULD ONLY COME IN DEATH - ABSOLUTE DEATH, THAT I MAY NEVER EXPERIENCE" "oh...okay then. i suppose she is quite nice, if you like that sort of thing" "who might this raindrop in the desert of existence be?" "err...her name is isobel. isobel campbell. she sings with a band called belle and sebastian. sometimes she plays the cello too. she has a nice voice, but sometimes it goes all whispery and weak and-" "DO NOT PRESUME TO CRITICISE SUCH PERFECTION. where may i find such a creature? you must take me there, and introduce us." "oh. i've never actually met her. i danced quite near her at a festival once, but she didn't look at me. oh, and once i stole some beer and oranges that - oh, never mind about that - i don't know where she lives. try scotland. its a big country, just north of england. quite pretty, so i'm told. although i've only really seen raspberry fields. look, i'll find you an atlas. don't drink the beer, its manky, and don't take the piss out of their-" i am talking to myself. the room is empty. the computer flickers, makes a whirring noise, and shuts down. i turn out the light, and tell myself not to think about things. i just need to lie down for a while, take it easy, perhaps have another tablet. its perfectly normal to imagine you've been visited by extra-terrestrials. fuck, it happens to so MANY people - jimmy carter; roswell; joan of arc. bloody saint teresa of avila was always wibbling on about such experiences. you've got nothing to worry about, ian.. you're perfectly, perfectly, sane. i take a seat, switch the video back on. it doesn't appear to be playing properly. i fiddle with the tracking a little and jeff stryker reappears, only to be replaced by a man with a long beard, a flowing robe, and a staff. a man i recognise from somewhere. "ian... i have gone to seek my destiny in the north of your island. there is one of whom i have dreamed, one who i must find, or dream.... forever. be happy, my friend, and save me some more of those little chocolate-honeycomb thingies" bloody hell, over my BEST porn tape, too. ------------------------------------------------------------------ but now, the bar is empty. and, as i may have mentioned, i like it that way. if this were a joni mitchell song, a bar-maid would walk by in fishnet stockings and a bow-tie and say "drink up now, its getting on time to close". but this is MY head, not joni's, and, for once, i am In Charge. i consider putting "blue" on the jukebox, but the silence is too fine. and then....she's there. she looks around her, fingering her coduroy skirt, chewing her nail, and wearing that familiar expression of perma-boredomn that both pleases and exasperates me. she shuffles over to the bar and fetches herself a babycham. "isobel?" she looks in my direction, but she doesn't see me. she is humming to herself, a tune i should know. it sounds vaguely like "the boogie woogie bugle boy from company b" but it isn't. she calls over, asking who's there. and i don't reply. what do i tell her? be careful, my dear, there's an angel of the lord coming to scotland, entranced with your beauty and convinced you are his destiny. watch out he doesn't descend on you without warning, especially when you're wanking. she'd laugh at me. a clever man once told me 'ridicule is nothing to be scared of'. but i still am unable to live my life according to this wisdom. i slip out of the bar, unnoticed. Ian's head, once again, is no longer mine. as i walk away, the lights go on. the jukebox launches into melody, and i can hear the sound of many people laughing, talking, singing an old, old song "then i saw her face now i'm a believer i couldn't leave her if i tried..." (to be continued, i'm afraid) ian --------------------------------------------------------------------- okay, in a break with ian tradition, time to acknowledge that this is a list and that other people sometimes post too. some of you, indeed are rather fine: kirsten kenyon said: >you're laughing at me... never, dear, we're gaping in amazement, admiration, and perhaps we're a little bit jealous. corduroy boy said the following: >Trailers before Lord of the Rings: Vanilla Sky. Tom Cruise is a pilchard >*but* I only looked up from my popcorn because the first track for the >soundtrack of Vanilla Sky was, methinks, Looper yes, i was shocked by this too. it does seem like a big break for monsieur davide. it may even convince me to see the film (which, from the reviews so far, looks RUBBISH, although one should never trust a reviewer). where from here, i wonder? there's no stopping the man who once talked of watching elvis licking pavements. one day, i suspect he'll be licking pavements himself, and being watched. perhaps being watched by the likes of drew barrymore, brad pitt and judith chalmers. and we'll say - "i saw him when he was NUFFINK. he OWES us" hmmm...there was more i wanted to say, but it escapes me. how you've entertained me over the last couple of weeks, my lovely fluffy friends. how you've made me smile, chortle, laugh. how i guffawed at that satirical goth debate. it could only have been satirical, couldn't it? i mean, people don't say "being a goth is like being gay, you'd never want to do it", or words to that effect, in seriousness, do they? of course, we'd never say that. because that would make us a bunch of... no, no rude words on sinister. you know what i was thinking. have nice nights, people, don't blame it on the moonlight xx ian ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tomorrow will bring happiness Or at least, another day Phil Ochs ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 7 21:24:57 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 21:24:57 +0000 Subject: Sinister: me and her been taking pictures of our obsessions (vomit in here ma'am) Message-ID: Hey, Should I confess now that I made Rachel Fruitloop up, and that she's no more real than those other charlatans Rachel OJ and Rachel PY? California!? I wouldn't even know where to start looking. No I couldn't do that. It doesn't feel *real* though. Or rather TOO real, too good, something out of a fairy tale. It shouldn't happen to two shy dorks from opposite sides of the earth. Maybe I'm saying too much. Showing off? I do that. I'm bad enough at showing my feelings in private, so what I'm doing splurting this nonsense to 1500 *strange*rs I don't know. Maybe cos I'm using *her* computer it helps. I don't know. So I'm sorry if I'm rabbitting on about myself. I've read some grate posts in the last few days. Highly accurate reporting back from Monsieur Carsmile. Ken and Kieran posted about football, or Soccer as I call it now. There should be more of this and more playing of SinisterSocba erm Fitba in the coming year! I want to tell Danny Farrell that I hear ya, and I just did. Just take a leap. Robin Stout, whom I would like to say on the record I am NOT stalking, told us things that were both very informative and very puzzling at the same time about record releases and soundtracks and stuff. Is there any further comment from the powers that be? Laura Llew PPPPS'd about leatherclad midgets, and Lesbian obsessed girls and I smiled and Rach slapped me round the head. Speaking of whom, I think she's waiting till I'm outta here to tell you all what a dumb, lame slacker I am. That'll be in about eight hours :( Before then I'm gonna whoop her ass (crumbs what's happenning to me?) at bowling and possibly DDR if we can find it in Hicksville CA, so I can avenge the pasting she gave me on a dartboard yesterday. (There were cries of ARRU's!!! y'know) OK kids Thanks for listening. Returning to base. Roger that. Over. Ben xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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 jasonandreas at xxx.com Mon Jan 7 21:39:44 2002 From: jasonandreas at xxx.com (Jason Andreas) Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 21:39:44 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Confessions of a Point Guard Message-ID: <003101c197c3$d875cbe0$54bb01d5@oemcomputer> I can't wait for the Storytelling Soundtrack. It better be damn good though, or I'll be kicking arses. Umm, yes. Have any of you UK Sinister-ites ever searched the web for your namesake on the other side of the Atlantic? Me and my fellow music-nazi Andy did. His namesake is a college hockey player, and mine is a college basketball player. Coincidence or what? Ooh, yes. There are multiple chances for you (Sinister peeps) to meet the strangest man in Glasgow (me) this year (2002)! I shall be here (Folkestone, Kent) from the 24th to the 31st of January this year. And here (New York City!!!!) sometime in Easter. Come one, come all. Doses of Jason action. Or something. I've never travelled out of the UK before. I'm dead scared of flying, me. But I'll be ok after the first time. Whoo! Oh, yeah, Triple H returns to action tonight. Wouldn't it be great if his new theme song was Photo Jenni? - Jase 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 james.thorniley at xxx.com Mon Jan 7 23:01:28 2002 From: james.thorniley at xxx.com (James Thorniley) Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 23:01:28 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Ribena rip-off!!! Message-ID: <20020107230203.HZKJ13945.mta02-svc.ntlworld.com@there> I had a carton of orange ribena on a motorway service station today and it was CRAP. It cost 79p and I was expecting some ORANGE JUICE, but no, it was bluddy SQUASH in a CARTON. It tasted like Sainsbury's economy, it wasn't even bluddy HIGH JUICE. Ribena is a rip-off, however much you like it - it's just Sainsbury's squash in a carton. You're better off buying the squash from the supermarket and diluting it yourself and putting it in a bottle, honestly. Also I think the company that makes it is cruel to animals or something* so we should be boycotting them anyway. Complaints aside, Belle the kissing dog hit the nail on the head with: > Chocolate does really taste great. Personally, I don't worry myself about my weight, so I've been having a great christmas too! We had a big tin of roses at work and a couple of boxes of celebrations at home, which I gorged myself on. I had a fun time. I went to the bowling thing, carsmile has already done the proper report, and called me a jonny come lately! Well I've thought about it and I don't really have any defense so I'll move on to the obligatory new years eve report... First teenage-y party I've been to since summer and it was indeed fun - it was inside someones barn, which was cold but they had a heater. I got people dancing to the moldy peaches but most people were too busy being cool and taking drugs. We missed new years as well since nobody was really watching the time - someone said "30 seconds left, lets go outside" so we all did and the fireworks were already going.. ooops. If you read this far then you deserve a rolls royce, but you're not going to get one. James xx *I have vague memories of Jen opposing this in a very informed-citizen kind of way, so maybe I'm exaggerating. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 8 02:59:05 2002 From: amy.longcore at xxx.com (amy.longcore at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 21:59:05 -0500 Subject: Sinister: what a little moonlight can do Message-ID: well, i'm stuck at work for an extra 4 hours tonight, so i figure i've got more than enough time to create yet another sinister post. hooray for extra time on the clock. your miss amy needs the over time money, so stay here she shall! those expecting birthday cards and mix tapes in the mail will just have to wait another day for me to complete my sinister chores, as i'll be sleeping in late tomorrow. (psst, if yr up until 3am michigan time, email me here as i'll be desperately bored, and without a book to read!) awww, kirsten is back from her trip far, far away! i was happy to see her back at #sinister this morning. but, like i told her, i missed her, but realize it's a happier thing to be in front of people rather than in front of a computer. but, of course! i've finally started creating a wee wittle web page to hold all of those questionaires i got from you just before the holidays. i really had every intention of doing something with them right away, but you know how it goes....and now here's another day that i can't get anything done with them. as far as the scrabble goes, i guess we'll have to see if the boys are still making our own special place for it or not. last i heard, it was in the works. you will be kept posted, of course. holy different time zones to deal with tho, batman! a special thank you to those kind-hearted souls who wrote me after my last post. *squeezes and pinches all of you* what can i melt yr hearts wiff today? hmmm. not too damn much. not in much of a storytelling mood, sadly. i'm in a listening mood though. not very condusive to my situation right now, but oh well. today is the kind of day i listen to billie holiday and swoon over no one. just enjoy. i'm glad i'm not swooning tho. the last true swoon i had with someone face to face, was bad. for, they are married. holy shite, i just realized the last time i posted about someone being wanton with me... they were married too! i just draw the sad and desolate marrieds to me, now don't i? this, i'm afraid, is very bad. i didn't kiss this one tho. really, i didn't. i did let them say some things i prolly shouldn't have let them say, but that's where i made it end. right there. tell me nice things about myself, then move on. go away! i can't have you! shooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!! this one was a particularly sad case tho, 'cuz, well, i'd been harboring a secret crush on him for going on a year. true. i wouldn't even admit it to myself for a long time. i just really care for this person. simple as that. it was nice to hear them say all the caring words to me that you kinda need to hear...but are afraid to. it brought it all to a head. i didn't quite know what to make of the whole situation. so, i woke up the next morning, had a good cry, moped for a couple of days about how unfair life is, and then carried on. what else can ya do? *sigh* i'm just glad about it now 'cuz i'm amazingly free of the burdensome secret crush. it feels good. told you i wasn't in a storytelling mood, that sounded like a bunch of skipping around bullocks. oh well. better post before i try to make 12 revisions. i'm just a poor fool, but what can i do? rachelamyjackslongcore +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From frederic.meysonnet at xxx.fr Tue Jan 8 10:07:27 2002 From: frederic.meysonnet at xxx.fr (frederic.meysonnet at xxx.fr) Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2002 11:07:27 +0100 (MET) Subject: No subject Message-ID: <1010484447.3c3ac4df6a3d5@imp.free.fr> Hello sinister people I've read on a site (infoconcert.com) that belle and sebastian are going to play in Lyon on march 14. Is it true ? Oh it would be so great ! Would mr robertson or mis katarina confirm ? Fred from france ps hello to lucy alder and pauline shivers +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Jan 8 17:45:32 2002 From: booga14 at xxx.com ('Baby face' Bambino) Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2002 17:45:32 +0000 Subject: Sinister: boy meets girl, boy's mum doesn't like girl, boy's mum gets bitten by rat monkey Message-ID: The boy Tim liked comic books and good movies, looking at trees and girls with green eyes, the taste of white russians and peaches freshly picked and still warm from the sun, the smell of wood being sawn and turf burning on the fire, spooning and feeling that little groove at the bottom of girls� backs. He hated pop socks and brothel creepers, french cigarettes and hangovers, football and reality TV, trudging home in the rain in his baggy trousers and trying to get a clean cover on his duvet of a Sunday afternoon. He was saddened that his Christmas vacation had come to an end and that he had to leave his sleepy home town, Omagh to return to the bustling Scottish metropolis that was Aberdeen. He was also dismayed to learn that through holiday shopping and new years eve celebrations, his bank account funds had shrunk more quickly than a Russian dolls stylee T-shirt in a 40 degree wash. It had been a magnificent holiday though, he thought. Apart from �Meet Joe Black�. It had kicked off especially well with the Belle and Sebastian concert in his old student�s union in Belfast. Not only had he been reunited with old college friends and sinisterians, Daragh, Ian and Barbara, but he had met the fountain of knowledge and wisdom that was Ian the dirty vicar, the incredibly friendly James, Seamus the Ballybay wookie and the very lovely Louise. His disappointment at not hearing �Expectations� or �Suspicious minds� had faded quickly away when the band played �The boys are back in town�, a song that to him would always mean the coming together of old and dear friends. And it had all been for charity to boot. How wonderful. Tim greatly enjoyed lurking in sinister land, learning about music and movies and although he had been there for near on half a year had yet to introduce himself. Shucks he thought to himself and got to it. *************************************************************************************** '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) _________________________________________________________________ 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 dimensionflip at xxx.uk Tue Jan 8 23:58:42 2002 From: dimensionflip at xxx.uk (Saint Peter) Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2002 23:58:42 -0000 Subject: Sinister: The Dream Life Of Angels Message-ID: <001401c198a0$690e03c0$88b089d4@default> Good afternoon mortals- er, that is fellow listees. My name is Peter. I am an Angel of the Lord, and I live in Heaven. Of which, the less said the better. I am appealing to you for help, information, about a lady I'm told you all admire. Her name? Ms. Isobel Campbell. Perhaps I should explain - ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm a very busy man, a very busy man. I have a job, you know. I work for Afterlife Services Plc. I'm an Exterior-Preservation Assistant. I am NOT a security guard. I keep out the riff-raff, the living, and the Minions of Satan. We don't get time to stop. You never know when a demon will attempt to storm the gates. Granted, its been 1500 years since I saw such a creature, but that only means we're due for another visit soon. You can't shut your eyes for a second, and do I get any help? Do I buggery. Find me an assistant, I ask the Big Guy, I need a holiday, but he just laughs, and tells me that I am fulfilling a role which is mine for the rest of Eternity. Easy for him to laugh, he just sits on his arse all day, rolling spliffs with Bob Marley and ogling Marilyn Monroe. I don't take breaks. We don't get time. They come at all hours of the day and night. Of course, since Privatisation in the late 1680s we let them all in. As long as they're dead. Sometimes we're not sure, and the Chief says let 'em in anyway. We had Barbara Cartland in and out several times before she came to stay for good. If you ask me, the place was better without her. Comes up to us, starts complaining about the colour of the sheets - "a lady never sleeps on white sheets. it implies she is hiding something". Over a bloody year later and the stupid mare doesn't realise that the whole POINT of Heaven is that you don't have to hide ANYTHING.. I've already said too much. I'm like this, when I get started. I'm so pushed for time that I don't get chance for hesitation, thinking before speaking. Leave that to the guys that look after the Trappists. Saint Mmm and Saint Nnnn. They used to have proper names, but they haven't spoken for so long that everybody forgot them. You can tell it pisses them off, but that's half the joy of calling them such names. So, yeah, what was I telling you... oh yeah. One day, a kid comes up. Always the worst, the kids, pushing their way in, giving you cheek, no respect for authority. He asks me "what do angels dream of?". Well, I guess you lot think you know the answer...fields of nectar, cavorting with cherubs, beautiful sunrises... well you're WRONG. The truth is, we don't dream about anything at all. Dreams are for the imperfect. And you all seem to love them. We are Officials of God. As such, we embody perfection and need dream of nothing. It gets fucking boring. Anyway, I take a holiday one day. I come down to Earth for the first time in, like 1000 years (there was some talk of a second coming around 1000 time, but we couldn't get the staff to cover the desks upstairs, and, really, the folks around at that time were pretty unhygenic. We didn't want a bunch of smelly peasants clogging up our marble halls. Those days, we could be more selective. We got more RESPECT, you know what I mean. Not like now, when we just don't have time to think.) So, I'm taking this holiday, in a smelly town in England. I go and visit this guy, because he's promised me a few things, and he delivers on some, but reneges on some others, like people do, always letting you down, and he shows me this picture. I don't know why he shows me it, I'm quite happy looking at other things, but he says I have to see it. And, curse me, I look at it. And its a picture of this woman. Who's that, I ask. "oh, its Isobel Campbell" he says "she's beautiful" he says "you should go to Scotland and fall in love with her" Well, I'm not keen. I've got things to do - "I've got things to do", I tell him, but he doesn't listen, and he tells me I have to go and look for her... and, as I travel North, I find myself thinking about this woman, thinking about her face, thinking about her frown, and the way her lips turn down at the edges. And I can't get her out of my head. I'm thinking, thinking, thinking about her, and I can't get her out of my head, and I'm thinking I should go back to Heaven, I don't have time for this...those queues will be mounting up, but I tell myself, Pete, old boy, you've got to go, you've got to find this woman or you'll have the rest of eternity to regret it. And I'm watching the tracks speed past, and I close my eyes, and, for the first time in two thousand years, I can see something other than spiralling shifting fucking eternity. I can see her face. It hangs before me, it haunts me, terrifying in its simplicity. And now, I've woken up. And I've got off the train where the conductor told me - he said "get off the train, or buy a ticket, or I'll have you arrested" and I'm in some place called Arbasomethingorother, and I'm looking for the woman who, I reckon, I love. Cos, if this aint love, why does it feel so good? So, I'm in Scotland, I'm in Love, and I'm lost. And I've not got much time before I get back to the Old Place. Otherwise, I'm in for Eternal Torture in Hell, or whatever the punishment for turning up late is these days. The last guy to do it hasn't been seen around for some time. I reckon they put him in the Ambrosia Stew, but I've got no proof, and you don't go around making accusations in that sort of place, know what I mean? So, I stop the first person I see. We're outside this bus station, I'm standing there, and people are looking at me like I'm some sort of freak, like they've never seen a guy in a robe and sandals before so I shout at them, I say "what's the matter, what you looking at? Never seen a guy in a robe and sandals before?" and they shout back something about it being January, and it being a shame that I haven't got a coat. I finally find this guy that'll talk to me, and I ask him, I say "where's Isobel Campbell?", but he just looks at me weird. You know what he says? He says "the kingdom of God is upon us. Repent thy sin, or suffer in Hell" I say "I don't have any fucking sins, I'm an angel" I tell him that, I tell him "I'm a fucking angel" and he starts shouting at me and quoting the fucking BIBLE. I say "don't give me that shit. I've had that for the past two-thousand years, and right now I could do with a break. Either help me, or fuck off". So he shakes his head, mutters something about the blindness of those who will not see, and walks off. And I want to tell him I can see everything, I can see how he's going to die, but I've been away from The Old Place too long, and I'm losing my Temporal Omnipotence (what's the fucking good of temporal omnipotence anyway, I always ask. Doesn't mean I've got less to do. Give temporal omnipotence to the likes of David and Jonathan - sitting around sucking cock all day long, I haven't got need of it, I don't want to know I'm ALWAYS going to be busy) Yeah, and I'm losing my temporal omnipotence, and I can't see what's going to happen, and I don't know what I'm going to do now. I need to find her. I do, I need to find her soon. And I'm sitting here, in this library, and I've had to pay two POUNDS just for an hour on this thing, I had to steal it from this woman in the lobby, and the librarian is watching me, she's watching me, and she's counting how long I sit here, and I'm thinking fuck off, I could turn you into a warthog if I wanted, but then I remember that I can't do that any more, not till I go back, and I'm not ready to go back. And my time is nearly up, and I don't know what to do, and I need to find her. Isobel Campbell. How do I find her? What do I do WHEN I find her? What do I say to her? Will she be impressed that I'm an angel, or should I lie and say I'm, like, something really glamorous, like a whore or a hustler? What do I wear? Where do I meet her? Am I suffering for a sin? Is this my sin? Is love the first sign of imperfection? I haven't got time to think about such things. I'm a very busy man Help me, Peter (Saint) (of Heaven) Oh, you can just reply to me here. My money shouldn't run out for at least another fifteen or twen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 9 10:08:58 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Wed, 09 Jan 2002 10:08:58 +0000 Subject: Sinister: sparks and bangles Message-ID: Hello, I have always wondered what it would be like if I was very famous, but on the news I heard about someone who become famous, and then born and died before she was supposed to be alive. It was very sad. Certainly not the way I would like to become famous for. I *am* quite ill today, actually. flu virus is getting into my brain my eyes my fingers my bones so I can't really think or see or type or bone today. suppose not much change there. I can become famous for being wealthy, maybe, become rich. But then I don't think I can ever earn enough money. or. use. enough full. stops. Ah well I'll stick with being infamous for talking shite. Robster said: >>There's been an awful lot of very good posts lately. You know who you are.<< Thanks Rob - but hey, give the others credit too their posts can be also quite good sometimes. Someone (was it corduoy boy?) talked about only asking for Looper in non-indie clubs.. does he succeed? I'm intrigued because I wouldn't have thought non-indie club DJs would own music by a little-known drum machine do-dah band... or are looper actually very well known, but I just didn't know? I got out a copy of Street Fighter II the other day just to check again - and yes, Ken and Ryu still say "Adore Ken" when they shoot out fireballs.. maybe I just love myself too much. Can you blame me though? Ken P.S.: Reporting back - went for a drink with a few sinisters last night it was rather nice: drinks, drazzzzzic, greeeasy chicken, girls getting chatted up/shouted at, overflown toilet drainage, discussions, indieviduality, euston station, running for train, watching of departing train, web station, train stations(ssss), honest taxi driver, bed. _________________________________________________________________ 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 john at xxx.uk Wed Jan 9 10:24:34 2002 From: john at xxx.uk (John Oliver) Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2002 10:24:34 -0000 Subject: Sinister: B&S gig on Radio1 Message-ID: Hello, In case anybody doesn't know the entire Belfast gig is being played on Steve Lamaqs radio1 show on 21st of January, and radio1 stream all their stuff on the net. It was the best gig I've ever been to and you won't recognise B&S doing The Boys Are Back In Town, Laters +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 9 16:46:12 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Wed, 09 Jan 2002 16:46:12 +0000 Subject: Sinister: lions Message-ID: OK, OK i know i've been posting way too much but I read the saddest story in the paper the other day. It was about this lioness who'd adopted a baby oryx, an oryx is like a gazelle only with funnier horns. She looked after it and washed it and cuddled up to it whilst it was asleep (don't know whether that last bit is true but it's in my head now), the lion even let the real mother oryx near the baby in order to feed it. The paper had a photo of the two of them, this huge lion next to this tiny, scared looking fawn. The nature reserve people thought it was 'cause the fawn's markings were similar to a lion cub and the lioness must've been a bit long-sighted. But at the end of the article it said that this big ol' daddy lion just came up and ate the fawn!! The lioness tried her best to protect it but no, he ate it! Moral: all men are evil no matter what the species. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hazygreyeyes at xxx.com Wed Jan 9 17:00:53 2002 From: hazygreyeyes at xxx.com (frith on the hills) Date: Wed, 09 Jan 2002 09:00:53 -0800 Subject: Sinister: i've returned again, only to ask of you... Message-ID: i hope that this doesn't find its way as a tremendously misuseful reintroduction to this list, but i must ask of you all to just bare with me... i'm using this list as a service of sorts, in hopes that i might find someone likeminded enough to really spark my interests just like that! okay, what is it you say? i'm in desperate need of a roommate come the end of this month, either in the way of a place to stay, or in the way of a place to go to, or in the way of someone to go somewhere with... i am: 25, male, non-smoker, light drinker, not into drugs, responsible, arty and fairly eccentric... you don't have to be arty or eccentric to be my roommate, but it helps, you also really don't need to be male or 25, those are just my particular statistics. the other stuff is pretty much not something i want to budge on... so, if you're interested, you can learn more about me and see my photos at makeoutclub under "hazygreyeyes" or at my yahoo profile under "frith_on_the_hills". email me if this sounds like a good match to you! i hope to find someone and i hope to do so very soon! cheers, chris _________________________________________________________________ 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 Wed Jan 9 17:28:08 2002 From: johnw at xxx.com (JohnnyShred) Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2002 12:28:08 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Feminist snowboard chicks dig me Message-ID: <000901c19933$0137cae0$f909040a@ops.about.com> How's about a ski-picnic? I am planning some kind of Euro ski vacation this year. I was leaning towards Zermatt, but I saw in a previous post that Belle and Sebastian might be playing in Lyon, France on March 14. This would be perfect. I'd go for a week, and since my sedentary lifestyle of work and Guiness does not lend itself to being able to snowboard all day, I'd need days off with stuff to do. Relaxing with Belle and Sebastian one night, sipping on Côte Rotie, while some Euro-indie chick massages my tired muscles, and I returning the favor, will probably satisfy just about every fantasy I could safely relate to this list. 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 boywiththearabstrap at xxx.com Wed Jan 9 20:29:50 2002 From: boywiththearabstrap at xxx.com (~ boywiththearabstrap) Date: Wed, 09 Jan 2002 20:29:50 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Stuart Murdoch, Nice car! Message-ID: It's petty, I know, but on the second of january, I was approaching the SECC (Glasgow, for anyone who doesnt ken, ye ken?)and who should come onto the roundabout at the junction before me? Mr Murdoch, driving the black Ford Granada GXL(or is it GLX) from the "Waking Up To Us" cover. Fantastic, what a splendid automobile! It could have done with a wee bit of a wash though. Loved the driving gloves as well. I was sitting nest to him at the lights at the casino at the bridge and he was gone.In this huge black beast of a car, into pollute the city centre. Tell me, was this the inspiration to the song "I Love My Car"? I know this sounds a bit sad, but, if anyone knows, please humour me. I'm in need of humour now that I've had to go back to work. Thanks _________________________________________________________________ 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 machiavellian_llama at xxx.com Wed Jan 9 20:59:01 2002 From: machiavellian_llama at xxx.com (Joe Vester) Date: Wed, 09 Jan 2002 20:59:01 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Conclusive Evidence: Struan and Jarvis Cocker are the same person! They _both_ have songs called "I love my..." Message-ID: <20020109214144.BFA277.mta02-svc.ntlworld.com@[62.252.196.92]> Ian offended me greatly as I take myself _very_ seriously and wear black and have dark hair and pale skin. But I spoil it by having freckles. Anyway, I said being a goth was like being a belle and sebastian fan which _some_ people felt was similar to be being gay in that "you can see where they're coming from and respect them for it, but you wouldn't want to do it yourself".... end goth bit Ian made me laugh, though. Although I think he should know that Saint Peter has stolen his e-mail address There was some talk before I went of how dissappointing the new Pulp album was but I feel it is necessary to oppose this motion, having got the said piece of plastic and aluminium with P U L P written on the cover for christmas. It is lovely and Jarvis has proved to be an even more brilliant person than i had possibly imagined. "Sunrise" is the best song of the year. Yes, including all the Belle and Sebby songs. Because all the ones this year were just not up to scratch really. Robin: LEGAL MAN RAAAAWWWWWQUWAES! I luv it 'special as it was the first B&S thing i ever bought Jason asked about transatlantic namesakes. I found that I there are a load of Vesters living in Salt Lake City, although I do actually have family in massateuchetts (spell?) or somewhere and some distant ancestors from Chicago. So christmas came and went, i got a tierack. yeah, i know, you're all jealous now. I ask you, what the hell do i need a tierack for? I mean, i never wear ties, except to school and I've lost my school tie over the holidays so what on eaaarrrth do i need a tierack for? [grumble grumble moan moan]. So, life goes on and school starts and I got to go to the london boat show because I do sailing as a sport which is a total doss and meant we got to avoid a WHOLE DAY OF SCHOOL. Hahhahahahahaha. And we wandered around the whole place, being given freebies and tons of rubbish by varying companies while we looked at £1.5million motor yauhts, which I still can't spell. I love Simon and Garfunkel! And Pulp! And Muse! And this obscure little band called Belle and Sebastian who you won't have heard of. I also wondered if the sinister world would like to take part in a sunflower growing competition. I don't know if this would meet with approval as I suppose that it just won't appeal to lots of you and also many of you won't have gardens but anybody who has a balcony on their flat (which is where I would grow mine) could enter. This may have been done before as you are all a very twee and imaginative lot so I apologise if that is the case as I have not checked the archives as I am EVIL. Sorry. A bientot mes petits legumes Joe P.S. Sorry to anyone I have offeneded by calling them a small vegtable P.P.S. I was called something today! guess what? Corduroy Boy. I'm sorry, Tom. They did it entirely of their own initiative. I just thought it was funny. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Wed Jan 9 23:17:23 2002 From: Daf_Moore at xxx.com (David Moore) Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2002 23:17:23 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Any Of You Want a Bit Of Irish In You? Message-ID: <000001c19964$ada16760$4ac57ad5@oemcomputer> Hi All, If anyone wanted to hear Belle And Sebastian's 3 guitar attack on Thin Lizzy's The Boys Are Back In Town the Mandela Hall performance of it is available as a Real Audio stream (with The Model) on Radio 1's Session in Northern Ireland page: http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/djs/session_nireland/index.shtml I'd feel pretty insulted if they called me "everyone's favourite fops". Well done Mr Anscombe, & thanks. Did Peter "The Rock!" find the object of his lust in time? 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 belle1974 at xxx.com Thu Jan 10 03:23:32 2002 From: belle1974 at xxx.com (Jennifer Juniper) Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2002 19:23:32 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Looking for "The Little Prince" Franc Note! Message-ID: <20020110032332.23337.qmail@web10107.mail.yahoo.com> Hi all! I know it isn't really *about* belle and sebastian, but i was wondering since they have a good sized fan base in france, if anyone would be willing to part with a "le petit prince" franc note? i would of course pay for the value of the note in some form or another. (i.e trade) i know the currency isn't good after feb 15th, and i was hoping to have one since i remember seeing it in france many years ago. i could pull on all your heart strings by telling you that i am a third grade school teacher, and in the process of reading "the little prince" to my class, but i won't bore everyone with trite details. :o) basically, it would make 20 students and me really happy to get a "le petit prince" franc note before they are impossible to find. :o) if you are so inclined, please e-mail me directly at belle1974 at yahoo.com merci, jennifer juniper :o) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in 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 Bipedalboy at xxx.com Thu Jan 10 12:40:19 2002 From: Bipedalboy at xxx.com (Bipedalboy at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 07:40:19 EST Subject: Sinister: lost in prague.... Message-ID: yawning in a tiny internet cafe which is close to the astronomical clock (or if you prefer starmestska radnice s orlojem, for you czech's out there!) freezing my butt off wondering how i ended up here in the first place. i guess i wanted to travel while i was off from school and a japanese boy convinced me that nothing beats the cold weather in new york city than coming to the prague. actually im having a wonderful time out here, so if any of you sinister folk like to come and you should! actually, im writing to see if anyone on the sinister list is here in prague enjoying warm mulled wine and cheap beer. well, if you are here in the czech republic perhaps we should meet up. just in case no one knows who i am, i am a toy designer who is from brooklyn and right now i am craving for some yummy unagi(sigh).... well hope to hear from someone soon, i leave 1-15-02, see you soon! ciao, puis +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From avalonia at xxx.com Thu Jan 10 17:35:41 2002 From: avalonia at xxx.com (andrew thorpe) Date: 10 Jan 2002 17:35:41 +0000 Subject: Sinister: an awkward post Message-ID: <20020110173541.19344.cpmta@c000.lhr.cp.net> An embedded and charset-unspecified text was scrubbed... Name: not available URL: From R.Cottyn at xxx.com Thu Jan 10 18:59:51 2002 From: R.Cottyn at xxx.com (Richard Cottyn) Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 18:59:51 -0000 Subject: Sinister: two weeks of feeling guilty...two weeks of xmas merriment... Message-ID: <003901c19a08$fd2bb340$739201d5@Cottyn> two weeks of drinking lots...two weeks of staying up all night. I don't think I got to do much reading of newspapers, or even river walkways, but the crimbo holidays are now well and truly over (Richard realises he really should have sent this a good few days ago). When you are off school, you expect to have loads of free time, and yet I didn't seem to have any! I think that Christmas and New Year got in the way really, and so I wake up for school 4 days ago and think "ah. I should have done this. And this. And what bout revision for this? Argh!") But what the hell. Belle and Sebastian somehow make things much much better. :) I think that you lot are a good/bad* influence on me (*delete as appropriate), as I have recently developed quite a taste for Ribena. (Cue cheers from the back) Yes it is true, no other drink tends to satisfy me at the moment-unless it contains alcohol of course. Ribena and alcohol?! Now there's a thought... Speaking of Ribena, I broke my berry (you know, the ones with the popping out eyes, you must have got one!) on New Years Eve. I was distraught! I think I'd applied a bit too much pressure, and one of his eyeballs made a squishy noise and, well, popped out. I managed to split up the gooey stuff and shove bits of it back in, but it isn't quite the same. I had to draw new eyeballs on it, but it loooks a bit crosseyed and, well, not quite all there. And if you understood that last paragraph, then congratulations! There was talk a good few weeks ago about end of year polls, and some people displayed a lack of interest and a "whats the point" attitude. Yet i must confess-I think they are great-I love seeing where my personal faves have got to (though I was disappointed not to see David Kitt's fantabulastic 'The Big Romance' not get rated in many). It's also good to look and think, "Ooo, NME have put Spiritualized in the top three, perhaps I ought to get that". Now I'm sure I had something else to say, and this will bother me for the rest of the evening now. Ah well. I'll leave this part to you then. Fill in the blanks with your own interesting comment (not that it has to be *that* interesting). _________ _____________ ___ __ _________ ___ ________________ ______ _____ ______ __ _______ _ ______ _________ ___ _______ ____ Have fun, I'm sure you will! 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 lepastie at xxx.uk Thu Jan 10 21:27:18 2002 From: lepastie at xxx.uk (lepastie at xxx.uk) Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 21:27:18 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Need a cat's name... Message-ID: <1010698038.webexpressdV3.1.f@mail.u.genie.co.uk> Hello. It's been a while. Isn't it cold? My nose is running badly. Anyway, to the point: I've taken a stray cat under my wing. Poor wee mite's got a sore tail. Anyway, he's a (neutered) tom and is about four years old. Tortoiseshell. Need a name. Just now, he's called Dale, cos me and my flatmate love Special Agent Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks. But I don't really *approve* of this name. Mind you, my flatmate refuses to call it Geddes. Any suggestions? *memories of pub toilets come flooding back* The other night, I sat in my room listening to every Belle & Sebastian record ever. It was nice. Im a bugger for leaving CD's out of their cases and never cat-a-logging cassettes. I pay the price. None of the bloody things would play properly. Last time I went mad at a Pulp CD cos it wouldn't play 'Lipgloss' properly. It's my own fault. I don't know why I do it. I'm silly. Oh, how I wish someone would give me a big wheelbarrow full of �10 notes. Even fivers would tickle my pickle. Due to lack of cash, I'm back on my porridge diet. I'd recommend it to anyone wanting to lose weight. Although you can go to bed feeling a little 'full'. I had a rotten Christmas. But a good New Year. Was dahn Sarth in old London town. Was grate fun. Got the bruises to prove it. God, it's cold. I had a well minging dream. Was in a tent pitched in a main street near where I live and this new cat had shit all over the sleeping bag and when I got out the tent, I ran to a payphone and Isobel Campbell was using the phone, but she was speaking in a Spanish accent. That's when I think she looks dead like the girl in that film, The Red Squirrel. Sorry Im rambling. I guess Im mailing to ask if there are any (indoor)picnics planned for Glasgow any time soon. I haven't seen JenOwl since that day outside C&A. And C&A isn't there anymore! Lovebites: good or bad? Discuss.... Love you all, some more than others. *big hug to all who deserve one* Pamela xxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Thu Jan 10 22:58:50 2002 From: johnw at xxx.com (JohnnyShred) Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 17:58:50 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Need a cat's name... Message-ID: <000501c19a2a$5eaec320$f909040a@ops.about.com> The Naming of Cats The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have three different names. First of all, there's the name that the family use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James, Such as Victor or Jonathon, George or Bill Bailey- All of them sensible everyday names. There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, Some for gentlemen, some for the dames: Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter- But all of them sensible everyday names. But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular, A name that's peculiar, and more dignified, Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular, Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum, Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat, Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum- Names that never belong to more than one cat. But above and beyond there's still one name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can discover- But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name. -T. S. ELIOT- +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 10 23:56:23 2002 From: snowyminor at xxx.com (michelle ruiz) Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 15:56:23 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: I love my fugly race car Message-ID: <20020110235623.30020.qmail@web11702.mail.yahoo.com> boo are you feeling ok? Well I hope so. I haven't been in the Sinister post vicinity in a very long time. Actually it was summer last time I posted. Absence makes the heart grow fonder though so I missed you. I am glad it's 2002, 2001 pretty much sucked. School has begun again. Nice to see my money evaporate into text that I probably won't end up using. Today in small group communication class we had to come up with "new" slang terms. Well I just discovered, as my friend brought up, the word "fugly." Fugly is combination of fucking + ugly. Oh, and apparently some people are saying "one" instead of goodbye now. I haven't heard of that, but it seems a bit stupid. um what else. Oh, I didn't know what a hoagie was until today too (a sub sammich). Is it me or does it seem like everyone is passing away. Yesterday it was the Wendy's man Dave Thomas, then today I find out the drummer from Feeder died earlier this week, as well as Esquivel- who I am particularly sad about. Though he led a good long life and brought much swigning music to those who listened. I think they all accomplished cool things in their lives, so that's something to be happy about. As for B&S content (while I remember to put some). I think I lost my beloved white/burgundy pin *sniff*. I also think Struan has NASCAR aspirations with his driving gloves. I'd like to see that racing car. It'd probably be painted plaid with sponsorship from Fruit of the Loom t-shirts. And I'm not really sure if I like the Reindeer Section. Reindeers are nice though :) and so are caffeinated drinks with chocolate (try it you will like it) one xx michelle xx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in Yahoo! Mail! http://promo.yahoo.com/videomail/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dougiefish at xxx.com Fri Jan 11 01:42:15 2002 From: dougiefish at xxx.com (erin) Date: 11 Jan 2002 01:42:15 -0000 Subject: Sinister: I don't have a car to love, but I love my pussy cat. Message-ID: <20020111014215.7145.qmail@fancyfeast.chek.com> I left to visit home for the break leaving behind a rather sweet relationship. Two weeks later I return and he has a ring from (or rather for) his ex-girlfriend. Needless to say, I was a little distraught and I don't know what to do with myself anymore. The video in astronomy today made me cry; the slow earthrise over the barren moon in the total darkness was so beautiful and I felt so insignificant that I just cried. And I didn't even manage to take notes. The rest of the day was spent riding the Seattle city bus around, aimlessly, whilst spinning 'If You're Feeling Sinister' and staring out the window. When I don't know what to do with myself, I sit on a bus. (That's awfully twee, isn't it?) The bus, however, never accomplishes much; invariably it just brings me back to where I started and I still feel worthless and afraid to go back to astronomy; I'll just cry again because it's so beautiful and I feel so insignificant. So, there's really no B&S content there (except to possibly mention the "I'm Waking Up to Us" EP has grown on me to the point where it's my favorite collection of three little songs) but I needed to get this out somewhere other than my journal. Ta, erin PS -- Thanks to miss Rebecca for the wonderful lion story. It was very well-timed. _____________________________________________________________ Are you lazy? Get your Free E-mail at http://www.Lazymail.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 bignegans at xxx.com Fri Jan 11 03:32:51 2002 From: bignegans at xxx.com (M. Jordan) Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 03:32:51 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Isobel's band. Message-ID: Hi everybody... I read at brazilian newspaper that was released a album from Isobel's solo band. Have u heard about it ? Did anyone listen the songs ? Thanks. Kisses for the girls, hugs for the guys. 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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 chinacat81 at xxx.com Fri Jan 11 04:42:20 2002 From: chinacat81 at xxx.com (Kirsten Kenyon) Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 22:42:20 -0600 Subject: Sinister: if all the things you see ain't what they seem... Message-ID: <2AB848376383C6F409D19E3E0EB8E7BF@chinacat81.wildmail.com>   wow.  what to say now...   i suppose i could write a long, detailed account of the past two weeks, colorful descriptions of the lovely people i am privileged to have met, a good number of humorous anecdotes and maybe even a bit about frank lloyd wright.  or andy warhol.  henry mancini?  maybe.   or i could assume the demanding role of 'disinfected indie kid' and say nothing at all except that this afternoon found me back at work and i'm feeling lazy.    either way...   i met a lot of wonderful people and didn't take enough photos.   i do have a number of grocery receipts decorated with...*really nice portraits* of richard, ally, stevie, jeremy and, for one reason or another, david arquette. and a couple of myself. and a horned hamilton (his halo having been rudely scratched when it was pointed out that he was not jackson).      i have a few photos, anyway.  i'll take more next time.    the relatives have been calling.  it's funny.    a certain steve fowler, upon hearing my voice, proclaimed 'OH, you're foreign' and asked me if i was 'from canadia.'  and i said 'no, wisconsin.' close enough.  and someone said something about how there are probably lots of gaudy christmas decorations in wisconsin, and i couldn't argue.  just ask elise and jim.     i brought very few things home with me. but...quality over quantity, right? right. i brought: * a copy of 'ghost world' from calumn. very very nice of him...i love it. and my brother loves it as well. THANK YOU! * a large bottle of bombay sapphire. by the time i got to the duty free shop, i was pretty sure i'd be needing it very soon. really. * a new favorite sweater. new to me...and it's orange. and i love love love it. * a really bad cold and a fun raspy voice to go with it. however, both of these are pretty much gone now. anyway. i had a wonderful time. thank you. and i'm home now, and back to classes in a few weeks. at the moment, i'm feeling quite motivated...academically, at least. but we'll see what happens after twenty minutes in a math class. at any rate, making good grades this semester should enable me to move out of my parents' house in may. this would be really nice. especially in case of visitors. i have been trying to post for a number of days, and this is the best i can do right now. i do apologize. there's just a lot.... it's been strange getting things back to normal. on tuesday, i got up at five in the morning, all alone in room 202 of the baltimore airport ramada. after nearly two hours getting through security, several cigarettes with a rough-talking icelandic woman, half a box of kleenex and a glass of watery orange juice, i was in chicago. my father met me at the airport and we drove to milwaukee with a lot of steely dan and a little bit of talking. mostly steely dan, though. anyway...this is enough for now. or more than enough...lengthwise, anyway. maybe next time i'll be able to actually say something.....with some sense..... 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 pykachu100 at xxx.com Fri Jan 11 12:52:30 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 12:52:30 +0000 Subject: Sinister: your muff, my bra Message-ID: Hello everyone, Today is 11/1/1111 (actually it's 2002 but shh) and already the euphoria of the new year has died on me, reads, I have used up all my money and I'm ill and I'm at work on a sunny winter morning when I should be at home barbecuing, drunk and playing on a playstation 2 (if I had one). According to the news they have very recently done a survey and found that money can indeed buy happiness - uh DUH! I've been saying that for the past 5 years, just give me some money and I'll show you how to have a good time. It's always been like that for me tho, I come up with great ideas before its time and then later someone else come up with the same idea. Well my classmate copied my work at school once anyway. Talking of classmates, I went to this "friends united" website where you can find out about what your old classmates are up to now, and I found out that someone in my class is now earning a trillion pounds a year doing what I want to do and everything. I wanted to top myself but I refrained and just wrote to that website that I won the lottery and I'm now living on a lakeside estate, to make myself feel better. I felt really stupid yesterday too, I took a day off work due to sickness and during the day I picked up a guitar and wrote a really sad song - and for the rest of the day I've depressed myself with my own song stuck in my head - just what I needed when I was ill. So there's a health warning for you, don't write sad songs when you're ill. Another health warning is not to use office toilet paper to blow your nose when it's runny - you'd end up with 2944.4 cuts around your nose. michelle ruiz said: >>Reindeers are nice though :)... and so are caffeinated drinks with >>chocolate (try it you will like it)<< It's true - especially red bull and a floating chocolate icecream scoop. yumm. or of course a white chocolate mocha with strawberry syrup. mmm. chocolate floaters and red bulls Ken P.S.: Stuart Murdoch's car: so is he a boy racer then? Does he have twin exhaust pipes (with a hole drilled in for extra noise) and big fuckoff spoilers and air vents on the bonnet cover and a "go-faster" strip and under chassis neon lighting and a big KENWOOD sticker at the back window? Does he pump out "I love my car" through his KENWOOD speakers? or does he have a special DRUM n BASS version for his car? _________________________________________________________________ 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 R.Playforth at xxx.uk Fri Jan 11 15:05:58 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 15:05:58 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: Fw: where i'm calling from Message-ID: don't think this went through. -- Begin original message -- > From: r.playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) > Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 13:03:50 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) > Subject: where i'm calling from > To: sinister at missprint.org > > well i have been a busy archel, moving in proper and yelling at my > boyfriend and trying to start various ill-advised new projects. had a > meeting for one of these last night in the noisiest pub in brighton (a > hotly contested title) and after i gave up trying to hear people i > started drawing everyone instead (i was inspired to mention this after > kirsten's Reportage Back on her receipt portraits.) i was surprised to > find that my drunken state gave me artistic talent when none had been > before - but after lifelike renderings of matt and myself i lost it > again and produced a highly insulting picture of our friend fiona, who > may now not be our friend any more. > > i'm in a great mood today. this always happens when i've been > unreasonably busy. this is really stupid, but it gives me a sense of > properly existing - i hate those days when i feel more like lisa in > She's Losing It: 'she doesn't speak to anyone til 4 o'clock'. > > meanwhile on sinister... there was talk of naming of cats and then > johnny posted with some ts eliot, and it was like the good old days of > the poetry parrot all over again. except he didn't send it on to > anyone, but i'll pretend he sent it to me, because frankly it's always > hanging around outside my window anyway. > > it's been too long since i thought about raymond carver, and i just > found this poem - which made me feel less alone in my chronic anxiety > induced by the beginning of 2002... > > Fear > > Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive. > Fear of falling asleep at night. > Fear of not falling asleep. > Fear of the past rising up. > Fear of the present taking flight. > Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night. > Fear of electrical storms. > Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek! > Fear of dogs I've been told won't bite. > Fear of anxiety! > Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend. > Fear of running out of money. > Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this. > Fear of psychological profiles. > Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else. > Fear of my children's handwriting on envelopes. > Fear they'll die before I do, and I'll feel guilty. > Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine. > Fear of confusion. > Fear this day will end on an unhappy note. > Fear of waking up to find you gone. > Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough. > Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love. > Fear of death. > Fear of living too long. > Fear of death. > > I've said that. > > by Raymond Carver > Copyright 1996 by Tess Gallagher > > hm, maybe i'm not in such a great mood after all. oh well. > > yesterday i foisted the idea of a brighton meet-up on the folks at > #sinister, promising sex (well, SSX snowboarding on the playstation 2), > drugs (well, alcohol), and rock and roll (well, DDR). what i'll do now > is keep mentioning it here until you all think it's as inevitable as > death and taxes and can't remember a time when you weren't going to come > to brighton on . > > luv archel > > ps. brighton meetup! > > ****************** > Visit www.buzzwords.org.uk for the best new writing on the web. > Email submissions to buzzwords at bigfoot.com > > > > ******************* > Rachel Playforth > Resources Assistant > Sussex Language Institute > University of Sussex > Falmer, Brighton > BN1 9QN > ++44 (0)1273 678006 > ******************* > > > -- End original message -- ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.org.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 lepastie at xxx.uk Fri Jan 11 15:32:16 2002 From: lepastie at xxx.uk (lepastie at xxx.uk) Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 15:32:16 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Highland Thing? Message-ID: <1010763136.webexpressdV3.1.f@mail.u.genie.co.uk> Hello Woke up and 'Tainted Love' by Soft Cell was on the radio. *grin* The day has been bad. A pigeon shit on me. I got a papercut from my bus ticket. Run out of loo roll and I have a snotty nose. The stray cat I took in still doesn't have a name. But, I'm a little hesitant to name him. My flatmate found a lump on his belly and we're a bit worried now. He's going to the vet tomorrow. Thankyou for all your suggestions of names. Recently, I've just been calling him 'my lovely fluffy gorgeous wee friend'. It's a bit of a mouthful. I heard 'Bright Eyes' by Mike Batt and Art Garfunkel on the bus (the theme from 'Watership Down'. I love that song. My eyes felt a bit damp. Now I can't get the bleedin' song outta my head. Oh! It was a real good treat on the bus today! After 'Bright Eyes' was 'Hopelessly Devoted To You' from the Grease soundtrack. I sing that when I'm doing the dishes. Belle & Sebastian content: Can someone clarify this for me? Are B&S doing a tour of remote Scottish Islands? I think it may have been a dream, but I recall hearing that they were doing gigs in Rhum, Eigg and Skye and then a stint in the Orkney and Shetland Isles. It seems like something they'd do, if a bit Idlewild-y. They *should* do it. But in summer. Lately I've been having dreams that are really disappointing. They either end with me getting strangled / run over / locked in a box by my mum or the dream's really good, like I win a Mini, and then I wake up. My throat's really sore. Someone once said to gargle with semen but I think they were taking the piss. And I've got one blocked nostril because I sleep on my side. Do English people use the word 'boke'? Example: The smell of cauliflower gives me the boke. I think I may have said too much. Hope you are all well. I love you all, but in very different ways. Pamela xxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 11 16:20:25 2002 From: blind_lisa at xxx.com (Rachel fruitloop) Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 08:20:25 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: some old story about a boy who's just like me Message-ID: <20020111162025.61150.qmail@web20209.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Sinister! I saw the strangest thing on Monday night. Two dorks sitting outside of terminal 4 at the Los Angeles International Airport snogging for at least an hour. And if you saw them, too, it was simply a coincidence that one of them had a sort of red bowl haircut... *ahem*. I, of course, would never have been caught dead participating in such a public display of affection, but you know, these kids today... such thrill seekers! Don't listen to Ben, I AM a real person, I promise! You know what's funny? I typed that and then had to question whether or not my life is just a movie and I in fact am just a fabrication of some screenwriter's warped mind... am I playing in your movie? you're in my magazine... I didn't cry until I got into the car. And Tuesday night when I turned out the lights and hugged my pillow and it smelled like him, that made me cry again, too. I never thought that this would be the way it would end up. I hoped that I wouldn't just fancy him because I should, because it's a romantic thing when your list crush travels thousands of miles to spend a holiday with you. The weird thing was the lack of pretense. He just fit in so perfectly that there was no awkwardness beyond the initial afternoon that we met. Like Ben said, it feels unreal. Amazing. He's just so... dreamy. I have said before that I am pro list crushes, but now I am REALLY a supporter of that little function in our Sinister community! I just hope that any of you who have recently met/will soon meet your list crush get on as well as Ben and I did. I feel so fortunate! I suppose a lot happened in those 8 days... I think the most memorable time was on New Year's Eve. We had a party at my house and a bunch of people were on E (not us, though, we were just drunk!) and everyone had such a good time and hugged at midnight and that's when Ben first kissed me and I have never been kissed at midnight on New Year's Day. Some other memorable activities include seeing 'The Lord Of The Rings' and 'The Royal Tenenbaums', watching Family Feud re-runs, visiting my office, going out one stormy night to The Derby to watch some swing band and drink with friends, Disneyland, the mall, going to Santa Barbara and walking along State Street and then going to the wharf at dusk and seeing some boats come in, and talking to a quirky homeless guy who apparently has "been there, done that". Going to a British pub in Santa Monica was an experience in itself! We tried to catch some highlights of his beloved Manchester United and I can now say I've had a pint for breakfast. And yes, I beat Ben in a game of darts, but he let me win. Then we walked to the pier and rode the ferris wheel and had lunch in a little cafe. I drove him around the mountains surrounding my hometown and we listened to tapes and sang along together. We went to my parents' house, and mom and dad liked him. One day we went bowling and Ben won, and then we were going to have a DDR competition but I wouldn't play because there was a scary looking guy who slammed his quarter down on the console and stalked around us waiting to take the next turn. Ben was not visibly intimidated, but I was nervous! One night Ben cooked dinner and I helped cut up vegetables while he washed dishes. And another night I made him pizza and we drank nearly an entire bottle of wine and watched 'What About Bob?' which is one of my favorite movies. Another night we watched 'Rebel Without A Cause' and drank cider in my bed, but we both fell asleep before the end. Most mornings I made tea and toast for him and he said that I make good tea and it made me happy. Sometimes I was still asleep and he'd make his own tea and write e-mails and he even wrote me cute little messages while I wasn't in the room, and I wrote back when he wasn't looking. He was my dj, selecting cds to listen to, and he brought me Camera Obscura and Tompaulin and even let me borrow his Moldy Peaches cd. He played guitar and sang to me while I napped and it was lovely. That's where I wish I was right now... right in that moment, in that place with him. It was just... perfect. Since Tuesday, when I returned to work, I have been trying to get back into the normal routine. But it's impossible. I am driving my housemates crazy because all I can think about or talk about is Ben! I don't think life will ever be the same again. So why fight it?! :) I feel like Kirsten said. It's been hard to decide what to say about such an experience, so I hope it's been slightly entertaining for you to read. I will have to post something less sugar-coated in the near future (if that's at all possible!) And Ben, I can't stop thinking about how retarded you are! March will not arrive soon enough! I hope that you all had a grate New Year's celebration and that you're all well. For those of you who mentioned me and Ben in the last two weeks of posts - thanks! It was very exciting and special to have you as a part of our adventure! Love to you all! love, Rachel fruitloop __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in Yahoo! Mail! http://promo.yahoo.com/videomail/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From andrew_ch_99 at xxx.com Fri Jan 11 17:06:35 2002 From: andrew_ch_99 at xxx.com (Andrew Churchman) Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 09:06:35 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: florian. Message-ID: <20020111170635.6919.qmail@web12307.mail.yahoo.com> hi, i know there's a couple people on the list from sweden, so maybe they can help me out with any information on the band Florian? Anyone ever seen them live? Do you know of any easy, non expesive ways to get a hold of their 7" here in the USA? What i've heard of them I love. thanks for any help. --- andrew __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in Yahoo! Mail! http://promo.yahoo.com/videomail/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 11 13:03:50 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 13:03:50 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: where i'm calling from Message-ID: well i have been a busy archel, moving in proper and yelling at my boyfriend and trying to start various ill-advised new projects. had a meeting for one of these last night in the noisiest pub in brighton (a hotly contested title) and after i gave up trying to hear people i started drawing everyone instead (i was inspired to mention this after kirsten's Reportage Back on her receipt portraits.) i was surprised to find that my drunken state gave me artistic talent when none had been before - but after lifelike renderings of matt and myself i lost it again and produced a highly insulting picture of our friend fiona, who may now not be our friend any more. i'm in a great mood today. this always happens when i've been unreasonably busy. this is really stupid, but it gives me a sense of properly existing - i hate those days when i feel more like lisa in She's Losing It: 'she doesn't speak to anyone til 4 o'clock'. meanwhile on sinister... there was talk of naming of cats and then johnny posted with some ts eliot, and it was like the good old days of the poetry parrot all over again. except he didn't send it on to anyone, but i'll pretend he sent it to me, because frankly it's always hanging around outside my window anyway. it's been too long since i thought about raymond carver, and i just found this poem - which made me feel less alone in my chronic anxiety induced by the beginning of 2002... Fear Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive. Fear of falling asleep at night. Fear of not falling asleep. Fear of the past rising up. Fear of the present taking flight. Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night. Fear of electrical storms. Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek! Fear of dogs I've been told won't bite. Fear of anxiety! Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend. Fear of running out of money. Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this. Fear of psychological profiles. Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else. Fear of my children's handwriting on envelopes. Fear they'll die before I do, and I'll feel guilty. Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine. Fear of confusion. Fear this day will end on an unhappy note. Fear of waking up to find you gone. Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough. Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love. Fear of death. Fear of living too long. Fear of death. I've said that. by Raymond Carver Copyright 1996 by Tess Gallagher hm, maybe i'm not in such a great mood after all. oh well. yesterday i foisted the idea of a brighton meet-up on the folks at #sinister, promising sex (well, SSX snowboarding on the playstation 2), drugs (well, alcohol), and rock and roll (well, DDR). what i'll do now is keep mentioning it here until you all think it's as inevitable as death and taxes and can't remember a time when you weren't going to come to brighton on . luv archel ps. brighton meetup! ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.org.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords at bigfoot.com ******************* Rachel Playforth Resources Assistant Sussex Language Institute University of Sussex Falmer, Brighton BN1 9QN ++44 (0)1273 678006 ******************* +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Fri Jan 11 21:55:13 2002 From: LilGrape25 at xxx.com (LilGrape25 at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 16:55:13 EST Subject: Sinister: The lechi Jelly left over from new years eve Message-ID: <140.7b9c206.2970b943@aol.com> Dearest Sinister, I had a really weird dream last night. The details of it are rather fuzzy, but I do remember that the premise was that my mother had a baby. I didn't actually see her pregnant, or having the baby. The dream started when I went to look at the baby, it was just lying there on what seemed to be a cement cube, and it was really ugly. It was a girl, but it looked rather male, really really large with slightly dislocated appendages, like a rag doll out of proportion. Then my dream sort of flashed ahead, a few months I think it was supposed to be. The baby had turned into twins. The most beautiful children you have ever seen, these two little girls with ear-length, straight brown hair and pretty, frilly little dresses on. The two of them and I were having a picnic on a feild somewhere, and the strange thing was that they were both old enough to talk. I remember thinking how odd it was that they had grown up so much so fast. They were such perfect little girls, and I loved ! them so much, but they didn't li ke me. They kind of smirked at me, as if to say "we are too beutiful and pure and perfect for you." I was sad, and for some reason all I could think to talk about was how ugly one of the littel girls had been as a baby. It wasn't a very good dream. But now I have an urge to play with my favorite doll from when I was little, who is as beautiful as those little girls, with the same features. Her name is Samantha, and she's sitting in my lap right now. This dream probably happened because I was thinking about little kids a lot yesterday. I kept playing this scene from the YMCA, where I volenteer, the day before. I teach an art class for 6, 7 and 8 year olds, and its really neat, but I ger really upset sometimes when I get there before my class starts and I hang out with the kids. They're such little impressions of commercialism it depresses me. This wednesday, one of the more annoying of the children, Johanna, had gotten this new doll from a line called The Bratz. Who would name a = doll= that? I asked the kids that, and they explained to me that the dolls each had separate names, this one happened to be Cloe, and that The Bratz was the name of the gang they were all in. Gang?! For second graders?! The doll also had a very large head, big boobs and no waist at all. The two outfits she came with were a pair of sparkly bell bottoms flaired up to the thigh with a little matching jean jacket, and a cowskin miniskirt!!! The freakiest thing was her shoes. The shoes were designed so that they were weighty enough for the doll to stand up in them, so they were these gigantic platform shoes- a pair of high boots and some of those platform mary-jane type party shoes. The platforms were about as tall as the doll's hand. The weirrdest thing was that doll didn't have any feet!! Her tiny ankles snapped into the gigantic shoes! The little girls were playing a typical game, Dollie Goes To School. Rachel (my sweet little namesake) was the mother and the teacher, and Aminah and Lakisha took turns being the doll. Both of them gave the doll this high pitched voice, made her say "like" and "whatever" a lot, and made her be really rude to her teacher. Lakisha said something like "Work?! I don't want to work, I want to, like, go to the mall with my friends and go shopping or whatever" Where did these girls learn this? Is this what they think teenagers (which the doll was supposed to be) are like? ! Is this what they're going to try to be like when they're older? ! Theres no way I can stop the brainwashing of these kids. My hour long art class doesn't change anything, its only one less hour of being fed disguisting societal standards and regurgitating it to eachother. Things weren't even this bad when I was a little kid, which was not so long ago. My little brother's grade at school tries to be way more mature than I did at his age, and these little kids are being fed so much drek- they're all really knowledgable about popular music, and can sing you some really foul rap songs, and they've got the dolls and action figures and cartoons and stuff. They've got double the crap going into their head that older people do. Its really upsetting. Wow, what a long rant. No content at all, but I really don't think this counts as "list abuse," do you? I am so very happy for Rachel Fruitloop and Ben. Isn't everyone, though? Please feel free to be as candy-coated as you want to, rachel, it cheers me up. 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 hugoles at xxx.com Fri Jan 11 22:04:53 2002 From: hugoles at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Toy=20Stephen?=) Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 22:04:53 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: On Becoming a Toy Message-ID: <20020111220453.23199.qmail@web13505.mail.yahoo.com> Ive just come from the Nursery. Sinister Nursery is unlike any Ive ever been in. It's quiet. Babies contemplating, listening, & their toys -- wonderfully named things like Rachel Fruitloop and dirty vicar -- do all of the playing, & its OK to admit that the Toys rule this pen, and when you admit this, then you are given a voice, & become a Toy too. We have the quaintest chillun and toys in the wide world. do I give vitals? Toys dont come with vitals though, they smell like talcum powder, and look cheerfully weathered. Where do Toys live? latest homes Ive lived in: Galway London Chicago now a small twin city some 130 miles south of Chicago. plotting a return to Europe in the summer. Drawing maps to evade the Adults and their work visas. If anyone wants to draw me a passport or visa (crayons allowed) I would be EXTRAordinarily grateful. band content: I saw B&S in Chicago in the Autumn of 1998. Momus opened for them. Praisings and most tremendous memories from that night at the Metro. also saw Snow Patrol in the Roisin Dubh, Galway, early 2000. nice too. Most of the time, Ill listen to just the Eight of Them cross-legged on my cranberry floor. at times in bed. as monday latenight when a wee Ladybug crawled across my toes in bed. I thought, Its winter! how are you still alive. Ladybugs find me irresistible. They do. Every summer, half-a-dozen manage, on separate and uncoordinated occasions, to run flat into my forehead. Have you ever been forehead kisst by a 30mph love-sick Ladybug? Startling. This one was alive in the winter (with 18 black dots on a flawless cheery shell; divided nine on each side). how? I panicked. What do Ladybugs eat? I couldnt escort it into its natural world -- the frost would send it into reincarnation. I plunked onto the hardwood floor. Thereafter followed one of those stupid, meticulous arguments with oneself abt what's more 'natural', to let her go outside and probably freeze to death (as 'natural' cycles would dictate), or follow the inclinations of my heart and sustain life, this being most natural in an instinctive sense. Meanwhile I lowered her to the floor so my nightmare feet wouldnt crush her & render my philosophical inquiries useless. Why do we always think that insect, or reptiles, whose natural food we dont know, want leafy green vegetables? I decided to give the Ladybug some old collard greens. Ladybug Perpetua scurried (!) away before I returned. I havent seen her since. I fancy she's set up home somewhere in my room until Spring, but her diet concerns me. this is a long enough toy-rant for first postings. plus I have to catch my bus. Pass cornfields and all that. to see if Ladybug has discovered herself yet. happy weekend everyone. thanks for nursing me into Play-dom. Stephen. __________________________________________________ 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 littleblackfox at xxx.com Sat Jan 12 10:13:01 2002 From: littleblackfox at xxx.com (Jules Markham) Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 10:13:01 +0000 Subject: Sinister: a little rain never hurt no one Message-ID: hello all you cardie wearing tweefolk! It feels like forever since I last posted. There are lots of new vocal peepul making the posts most interesting. Things have been wierd in the land of Jules, Time is syrupy, an hour lasts forever, a year slips by like nothing. It's been a year since the Hucknall incident, and I guess I'm finally settled. I quit my vile job to sell pagan equipment on the internet and it's doing well. Not brilliant, but I've never needed much money anyway. People keep asking me about witchcraft, are you a white witch? What do you believe in? what do you do? why do you do it? do you have christmas? do you believe in god? do you curse people? do you cast love spells? how do you cast spells? does it work? all that sort of thing. and I say No,I guess I'm a hedgewitch. the earth below, the sky above. it's private. because. no, i have yule. no. no. no. private again. if it didnt, I wouldnt. I know I should be helpful and honest, but I feel like a freakshow. Just laid open and bare to be picked over by people who mean well but curiosity makes them rude. Still, I encourage the questions, more open-mindedness, and please dont burn me. Last year I got a house, a fiance I love, a mortgage, 2 cats (who were rescued and already had names. If they didn't we would have called them Withnail and Marwood) a garden, I saw B&S live for the first time and though of sitting by the stereo at 10 at night what seems like years ago hoping that Mark Radcliffe would play the song he had ended the show the previous night with, the one about giving yourself to providence. I had managed to tape it anyway, but it sounded somehow better in the dark. I remembered taping the sessions, and thought that those folk who download the tracks dont get the conversations between the songs, like when mark lamar got called a retro-minch, or mark radcliffe mock scolding wee stuart with 'we made you!' when he was being sulky. I still have the tapes. I listen to them for the talking, for isobels sweet voice...'you know who I am I told you!' as mike would say, the saucy wee minx! well, I'm skulking back to my foxhole, with a wave of the tail to the folks who know me, and the ones who dont. Jules x _________________________________________________________________ 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 Sat Jan 12 12:38:03 2002 From: ArtsyDeco at xxx.com (ArtsyDeco at xxx.com) Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 07:38:03 EST Subject: Sinister: Our sames go right down to the bone Message-ID: <11b.9ebc8e6.2971882b@aol.com> Ok, I'm going to give this a shot. I don't want to write the same post as last time. I suppose I could talk about new years. Wait, first I should say lots of thankyous to all the lovely people who sent me birthday greetings. They quite brightened my day. Ian I believe expressed confusion at my idea of sending in quotes and whatnot for my mixtape. Yes I would like them on a tape Ian. Please do not attempt to send yourself by mail and then jump out with something to say for me as this will anger the postal service. The last thing I need in my life is angry postal workers. Anyway, Ian is the only person who replied to this. If other people might be interested, they can email me for details. If not I shall have to pick out quotes and get my friends to read them. I appologize in advance for those of my friends who will probably insist on badly imitating the British accent. Now, back to New Years. The party started out okay and most people seemed very friendly. Then some glass in the door broke and some neanderthals apparently thought "hey, broken glass is so amazingly cool, I think I will make some more of it." And so the party became more hazardous. Then the sane people started leaving, someone put on iron maiden, some jerk kept taking his ass out, and then the put on porn. Peter wisely chose this as a time to go upstairs and try to sleep. I was a little afraid to sleep incase the neanderthals came in with mischief on their minds. Apparently an unlocked doorknob is too tricky an apparatus for your average neanderthal because they couldn't seem to open it and chose instead to repeatedly shoulder charge the door. Thankfully the door held up and eventually the house was quiet. The whole point of that story is that it was the best new year's I have ever had, simply on account of being with Peter. But now I'm home again. I've got a cold and seem to have developed an inability to go back to sleep once I wake up in the morning. I think maybe the bed is too lonely and those quiet minutes or hours before I fall asleep make me miss him too much so I have to get up and do something. On the way to England there were to other girls going to see their boyfriends. On the way back there were two different girls who had just had to say goodbye to their fiances as well. It made me feel better that other people were keeping up these long distance relationships. I have never come across an American boy with a British girlfriend though. Strange. I like the Rachel Fruitloop and Ben story because it reminds me of Peter and I. It will be our one year anniversary very soon. Throughout this year I have missed him alot, bawled like a baby when we've had to part, sometimes bawled just because I miss him so much, but I remind myself that he loves me and it's better. So Rachel, March, or whichever month you have to wait for, does come even when it seems it won't. It's a year and a half until he finishes school and then we can live together. That day will come too. Currently I am captivated by the idea of what I have taken to calling "the first day of our forever." The first day when we live together, knowing that we won't be apart for huge stretches of time anymore. I imagine the feeling being a combination of incredibly excitement and enormous relief. The idea of our wedding day also plays through my head alot. I console myself by reminding myself that someday not so far off I will be Kara Carter, and as the first sounds of my names join in the harmony of alliteration, so will Peter and I join in matrimony. Silliness aside though, I am waiting for these days with stifling impatience. I love Peter Carter. I love all of you too, just in a very different way, be exceptionally well, Kara Jean* +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sat Jan 12 19:58:38 2002 From: kittypower6 at xxx.com (Alyson) Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 13:58:38 -0600 Subject: Sinister: b&s and... eminem? References: <11b.9ebc8e6.2971882b@aol.com> Message-ID: hi sinister, i am looking at alloy.com right now. you know, the teeny-bopper outfit that tells high school girls what to wear and who is cool and whatnot. i just look at it because i order flares from them sometimes. yeah. =) but anyway, look what i found. they have a quiz up that lets you find out who your "music muse" is, i guess that's the musician that you identify the most with. i'm not done with the quiz so i don't know who my muse is. but check out the first question... "You're making a mix CD for the cutie you're crushin' on. To brainstorm, you make a list of the top five greatest artists ever. Who's on your list? a. Mary J. Blige, Aretha Franklin, Jay-Z, Usher and Billie Holiday. b. Carlos Santana, Sting, Gloria Estefan, Wyclef Jean and Christina Aguilera. c. Sonic Youth, Ani Difranco, Pavement, Bjork and Stereolab. d. Eminem, the Cranberries, Madonna, Britney Spears and Belle & Sebastian. e. Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Bush, Eve, Garbage and Hole." i wonder who it would be that would count eminem, the cranberries, britney spears, and b&s in their top 5 of all time? it's an interesting combination, isn't it? it's also quite interesting that alloy.com would even make a reference to b&s. maybe there's someone sinister in the ranks of alloy. well, i just had to write and share that with you all. by the way, i've finished the quiz, and my music muse is... fiona apple? "You have the tendency to get a little depressed, but you use your music to get through the tough times, just like Fiona Apple. Her lyrics touch upon the gloomiest moments in life, and her deep (and often imperfect) voice is raw to the bone. She's as raw as it gets, but has the goods to back it up. You're the same exact way. You lend your whole self to the music, and others are often in awe of your passion. Anything less would be criminal." oh. right. =) love, alyson +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sat Jan 12 19:59:40 2002 From: amory1920 at xxx.com (Andrew Barton) Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 19:59:40 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Hello from an American kid in London Message-ID: Hello, I am that American kid in London, and my name is Andrew Barton. This is my first post, as I only joined the list a month ago. I have to say that I don't know what the hell I'm doing here and writing this, but alas, here I am. As you can imagine, being an American high school student, there aren't many B & S fans around. My best friend and I are rather alone on this front, so it's quite nice to see this many people who love the same music. I got into Belle & Sebastian quite late I'm afraid. Carey, my best friend, picked up "Fold you hands child..." by chance because he had recently become a Donovan fanatic, and had read something about B&S. He called me imediately after getting home and had listened to the album. "I Fought In A War" came over the phone. During the first 30 seconds of Stuart singing with the faint guitar in the background, my mouth dropped open. When he took away the phone I asked him to put it back again. So I listened the the rest of the song, and spent the next days, weeks, and months listening to the other albums and e.p.'s. I didn't have a favorite band before then, and it came along at just the right time. We drove from Southern Oregon to Olypia Washington to see the gig this September, and it was one of the best days I've had. I remeber on the way back I was listening to "If You're Feeling Sinister" on my walkman, falling in and out of sleep. When "Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying" came on I woke up and bobbed my head to it looking out the window at the moon. When it was over I drifted off to sleep again, hearing the songs played that night over and over in my head as I slept. All of my memories of Belle & Sebastian songs are like that. Hazy but also clear. I can never get sick of those songs, and don't think I ever will. I feel like a twit for asking this- but I'll ask it anyway. I have a theatre engagment on Monday that was planned months ago. As you all know, Monday the 14th is the day Radio 1 is broadcasting the Belfast gig. Obviously, I won't be there to tape it. If anyone could possibly dub an extra tape or burn an extra cd for me, I would be exceedingly greatful. I don't have anything special to offer in return, other than a tape of the radio broadcast of Bowlie, if someone doesn't have that. And of course money for the tape and other expenses rendered. If this is possible for anyone, please contact me personally. I really didn't want to include something like this in my introduction to everyone, asking a favor of people I don't even know. But I would have given anything to have been there. Please don't think I posted just to ask for the above, I didn't. I wanted to introduce myself to everyone, and say something about why I like the band. So, in conclusion- I love Belle & Sebastian (as if all of you didn't), and I love reading your posts. I look forward to the clever thoughts and stories every day. After blabbering for this long, I will say thank you for your time. All the best, Andrew _________________________________________________________________ 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 Daf_Moore at xxx.com Sun Jan 13 00:16:38 2002 From: Daf_Moore at xxx.com (David Moore) Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 00:16:38 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Lamacq Live - Monday Message-ID: <000101c19bc7$94460ae0$7ea501d5@oemcomputer> Hi All, Excuse me. According to Steve Lamacq's page http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/alt/lamacq.shtml the headline set on BBC Radio 1's Lamacq Live on Monday 14 Jan - 20:00-00:00 (GMT) will be from Belle & Sebastian. You can listen er, live, from http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/realaudio/index.html I think I will be going to a gig on Monday evening (support Sinisterines! http://www.skratt.net/jinx/flyers/2001-01-14.html) & will have to get son James to tape it for me. Anyone know roughly what time they will be on, please? MTIA. Some people may find their loyalties tested. On the same evening BBC Radio Scotland will broadcast a session from Camera Obscura. The next bit nicked from the very quiet andmoresound mailing list: "Camera Obscura will be live on BBC Radio Scotland's Air this coming Monday. The programme is on from 7-9pm, hosted by DJ Vic Galloway. The band will play 3 songs and might have a wee chat with Vic in between records. If you would like to find out more, visit the show's web site: http://www.bbc.co.uk/scotland/air/ If you can't tune in, check the web site later in the week, because they often post MP3 from the sessions" /me looks at last couple of days' Sinister posts. I like poetry. That'll be it then. 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 mrsaudiac at xxx.com Sun Jan 13 06:37:17 2002 From: mrsaudiac at xxx.com (Jennifer Phillips-Bacher) Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 00:37:17 -0600 Subject: Sinister: Drunk on the streets of Chicago Message-ID: Mes fleurs! I greet you! It's been ages since I last posted, perhaps even last millennium. Hello to all the new kids, hello to the old. This post, as my posts have typically been in the past, is double-fold (and don't even get me started on that Nicholson Baker book of that title). In the lingo of the Modern Work-place, I like to "multitask". In fact, right now, not only am I typing away at my keyboard, I am also washing up and doing elaborate beadwork on a bodice. Bodice! As very few of you know, I was in Olde London Towne between Christmas and New Year's. It was a great pleasure to bowl amongst the Great Enzymes on Lane 4 during the Great Sinister Bowlathon. I was pleasantly surprised by the finesse with which my teammates lobbed the ball. My meager 87 point game only slightly contributed to the lead earned by Ken, Ben, and Sarah Garrett Sonner (and two boys I didn't officially meet...bah!), and it was a great honor to play with such luminaries. My hostess during the holiday was the aforementioned SGS, whose company I have cherished in Chicago in the past. We sampled many carrot cakes of the UK, especially in museum cafes, with the British Library ranking tops. Or perhaps it was just the atmosphere? In my case, anything tastes good sitting in the company of rare books. Thus concludes my first task: to give mad props to those of you I met, and to those of you I did not, I extend my regrets. Parte secondo: I will be in Seattle from Feb.9-14 for some work training hoo-ha, and if anyone would care to meet me for coffee or drinks, please let me know! My nights are free, and I'm always eager to meet Sinisterians in distant locales. Maybe we could even bowl? Wasn't there a song about that, something like "Take the Sinisterians Bowling"? It's good to be back in your loving arms, o Sinister. It's been too long. as always, Jenn P-B encoded message: SGSYOUARETHEBEST! and also a pleasant hello to Ms. Edna Welthorpe. 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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 dirtyvicar at xxx.net Sun Jan 13 13:05:44 2002 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 13:05:44 +0000 Subject: Sinister: warlords of mars Message-ID: hello everyone, it's me again with the latest news from the Vicarage. I've been listening to Kate Bush's first album "The Kick Inside" a lot lately. It's a big bag of fun. We always do expressive dances to the opening bars of the first track, which shows how artistic we are. Does anyone know what other Kate Bush albums are worth listening to? I don't know if any of you frequent the Jeepster messageboards (er, they're not officially called the Jeepster messageboards anymore but the official names don't trip off the tongue so readily). Lately all out war has broken out there as it turned out that almost all of the registered users were pseudonyms for two people. It makes any Sinister flamewar look very tame by comparison. Once again friendly Sinister triumphs. I've been reading one of the books I got for Christmas, "Dance of Days" about the Washington DC punk scene. An amusing thing is I don't know the music of that city at all, and have the vague idea it's all a bit turgid. But the scene is interesting to read about. The people in it all sound incredibly earnest... with their hardline straight-edge anti-drink anti-drugs and anti-sex ideology they sound like they would be no fun at all to hang out with. And they all take themselves incredibly seriously, and don't allow any room for, well, *entertainment* in their music - it all has to be about communicating some serious political message. Like, yawn. And they hate disco music. The Dirty Vicar likes disco music. There's nothing he likes more than organising discos for the young people to shake their stuff at in the vicarage. He likes when the young people shake their stuff. I don't know if any of you live vaguely in the Dublin metropolitan area, but a possible date for your calendar is March 23rd when there is going to a be a Northern soul all-nighter in the TCD rowing club on Coyningham Road. Northern Soul all-nighters sound like my cup of tea. That "Careless Talks Costs Lives" magazine has been mentioned a few times. I'll say one thing for it, it has a snappy title and that's going to help it in destroying the traditional music press. Someone else mentioned that Everett True writes for it (and possibly edits it, and stuff). They even claimed that True was one of the best writers of the old Melody Maker before it became rubbish. Marxist Science and true exegesis of the Book of Tobit do not support this proposition. Mr True tended to write about good bands, but he tended to write about them in an annoying self-glorifying manner where his articles where all about him, how great he was, and how people in popular bands were his best friends. You would never pick up any useful information of or impressions about the bands he wrote about, just the vague impression that if True was writing about them they were probably good. I never worked out whether True's journalism was all some kind of complicated unfunny joke or whether he actually was a sad self-aggrandizing loser who hasn't registered that music journos are less interesting than musicians. But nevertheless, credit where it's due, he did write about some good bands, and his "turn the train around" article about The Dirty Three was one of the most (possibly unintentionally) funny things I have ever read. The actually good writers from the Melody Maker - Chris Roberts, Simon Reynolds etc. are mostly writing for Uncut these days. Reynolds also writes boring articles for The Wire. In final news, I think the Church of Tobit is spreading its wings. A recent issue of popular comic "Promethea" mentioned the Book of Tobit, and only the other day I saw a novel in Waterstones based on Tobist themes. Sadly I don't remember its title. Or author. But trust me, I'm not making it up. It's set in Venice. So I say unto ye - cleave unto Tobit and beware women beloved of demons. Your pal, The Dirty Vicar PS oh and welcome to new friend Toy Stephen. The Dirty Vicar approves of those who namecheck him. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sun Jan 13 17:45:29 2002 From: india_claire at xxx.com (elise j. spry) Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 09:45:29 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: domestic bliss Message-ID: <20020113174529.76595.qmail@web20210.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Everyone!! Long time, no post. But I suppose that's the same for almost everyone, what with the holidays and the foreign-boy romancin' and the kiss kiss kiss. I heard a funny song. It's called (something like) "I'm spending Christmas with the Daleks" and it's adorable. I'm going to rent a Doctor Who this very afternoon - starring Tom Baker, OF COURSE. So those of you who know me as somewhat of a wanton vibrator-happy, party girl sex goddess will be either pleased or disappointed to hear that I've officially Settled Down. The purple buzzy thing has been put away in my bottom drawer (NOT the bottom of my drawers), and James G and I have set up house. We've even gone so far as to purchase furniture together and create nooks round the apartment. We're nooking! Jimmy is cooking some turkey bacon at the moment, and come next week, he'll even be bringing it home - he's gone and got himself a job here in Madison!! That bacon smells heavenly! Are there Old Navy stores in the UK? (or elsewhere on the continent - but you guys have H&M, I'm terribly jealous!) They're like The Gap, only less expensive and the clothes are cuter (in my opinion). We went there yesterday to get Jimmy some "business casual" (he's got the casual part down pat, it's the business end he's got to work on) and there's a big ol' sale going on. I got a silk shirt for $1.99!! And some green shimmery eyeshadow for forty-nine cents. Whoo-hoo!! My point is - get thee to an Old Navy store and maketh thyself lovely in new garments. Rachie - did you get you pressie yet? I do so hope you like it!! Kirsten - email me!! I'm dying to hear from you darlin'. Ken Chu. Likes Japanese candy. And so do I. Sean - is moving to his very own apartment soon: wish the boy luck. And send him housewarming gifts or cards. Address on request (from me). I'll stop rambling on soon, but I'd like to finish by wishing everyone a wonderful 2002 - I hope you all get what you want this year. Love to everyone, kisses to Jimmy. Yours, Lisey __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in Yahoo! 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WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dimensionflip at xxx.uk Sun Jan 13 21:31:39 2002 From: dimensionflip at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 21:31:39 -0000 Subject: Sinister: the long, dark teatime of the soul Message-ID: <00ca01c19c79$b6cf4f60$c8b289d4@default> (i hear we won a war. against people we don't know. they hurt us. well, not them exactly, one of their friends. but we can't find him, so we'll hurt them instead. they asked for it, simply by being starving and desperate. i hate everything the taliban were said to have stood for, but let's not pretend this was a humanitarian mission. you don't show your support for human rights by committing murder. whatever side you're on) everybody's playing a brand new game, now (come on baby, do the armageddon) stockpiling their weapons, apportioning blame, now (come on baby, do the armageddon) using racist rhetoric, fuelling unease its easier than learning your ABCs so come on, come on do the armageddon for me you gotta arm them ships, now c'mon georgie kabul iraq well you'll never bring them ba-ack woah oh woah oh now that you have started, events make a chain, now (cmon baby, do the armageddon) stigmatise the brown folk, call them insane, now (cmon baby, do the armageddon) pick a starving country, a nice sitting duck it'll make it easier to bomb it to fuck c'mon, c'mon do the armageddon for me just blow that mosque to bits, now cmon baby fly out fly back and destroy that peasant's sha-ack move around the floor in the armageddon (cmon baby, do the armageddon) there's not a muslim country we haven't dropped lead on (c'mon baby, do the armageddon) play it nice and easy now, don't lose control where once there was a city there's a gaping hole cmon cmon watch the armageddon with me. ----------------------------------------------- we don't talk about the war any more. it simply isn't newsworthy. a sad man lost a baby, and i could have cried for him. a prince smoked a special cigarette. a man who fell asleep woke up in prison. and we never found the Killer. right now, he hides and plots his revenge for their revenge for our revenge for his revenge (don't try and figure that out, it isn't meant to make sense) James Thorniley said spoke of ribena: >Also I think the >company that makes it is cruel to animals or something* so we should be >boycotting them anyway. that'd be smithkline-beecham, the drugs company. yes, they test on animals, but show me any medical supplier that hasn't done so and i'll show you someone who's just better at hiding it than everybody else. personally, i use their products because nobody else makes the pharmaceuticals it takes to fix my brain (yes, joe vester, that's a Chemical Imbalance, but i've never listened to system of a down in my life. not by choice, anyway) but there's no reason to buy their nasty syruppy sugar-filled crap. not when there's so much more corporate syruppy shit on the market. if you're really interested in boycotting products, you might find information on www.adbusters.org who i believe link to a list of such things. or they used to. failing that, there's lots of useful information and ideas there. beware of boycotting too many things, though. you'll either end up working on an organic farm or starving to death. archel said something interesting but i can't remember what it was. a boy talked of Time. i think his name was jules. he said time was syrupy. it isn't. i have licked Time, and can personally confirm that it tastes of coconut. but i like your style, kid.. i got a phone call from Saint Peter this morning. he said something about adopting a disguise to charm isobel campbell. i told him he should try and look like a hello kitty pencil-case. he didn't seem all that impressed by my suggestion. DILDOS! i have just watched vh1's 100 best albums of all time, and have to concurr with kieran's assessment of all such polls. they are EVIL. top 3 (in ascending order) oasis, michael jackson, u2. how anybody could compile such a list without mention of "so tough" is beyond me. i wanted to talk to you more, but its time i got away from you. vic reeves is singing about lesbians have nice nights ian _________________________ Tomorrow will bring happiness Or at least, another day Phil Ochs _________________________ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elizagrae at xxx.com Mon Jan 14 03:12:12 2002 From: elizagrae at xxx.com (Eliza Grae) Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 21:12:12 -0600 Subject: Sinister: The ramblings of a new girl Message-ID: Hello to everyone, This is my first. Firsts can always be a little frightening. Nervous? Yes. No. Maybe. Perhaps. Who knows? What shall I speak of? Since this is my first, I think I will just ramble. I doubt you mind, and if you do you can always delete this message. Sorry. I enjoy reading all the posts. Some are extremely wonderful. I won't give any names at the moment, but I become very giddy when a few certain people post and I have to wiggle my toes. I recently bought The Magnetic Fields 69 Love Songs. I finally broke down. I'm such a cheap person. But, I suppose there are times when you just have forget everything and splurge. I'm surprised that I've been able to hold myself back from going vinyl crazy. I would never have any money then. I'd starve to death. "Eat? Who cares. I'm going to go get Dream Academy on vinyl!" So.......yeah. I've been doing some reading lately. Not Much Fun. I'm a girl who wears glasses. It seems to be a favorite among all of you. I'm quite fond of it too. I'm also reading some Truman Capote. Oh, how I wish I had something more to say! Something witty and fun. Perhaps something to tug at your heart strings. But, I don't. Oh, well. You won't hold my lack of interesting topics against me will you? Of course not. I did say you could delete this message. I know you will. "How 'bout them bears?" Now that's truly sad. I'll make a note. For future reference I shall stick to two topics: my health and the weather. "Is it safe?" If you actually made it this far, I'm sure you are ready to go and hang yourself. I don't blame you. I am sorry. I shall try to do better in the future. I may never write again! How sad. But, before I end this terrible excuse for a post, I have one question left to ask. "Cake or Death?" my most sincere apologies, Eliza P.S. I really do like Belle and Sebastian. Honest. _________________________________________________________________ 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 blind_lisa at xxx.com Mon Jan 14 07:55:14 2002 From: blind_lisa at xxx.com (Rachel fruitloop) Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 23:55:14 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: Ken that mean that I'm getting boring? Chu tell me... Message-ID: <20020114075514.223.qmail@web20203.mail.yahoo.com> HELLOOOOOO SINISTER!!!!! Since so many of you kind lovely people out there have said some nice things to me personally, or posted nice things, I thought it was high time that I write one of my MEGA-POSTS! The first for 2002! Yay! *****CEREAL KILLERS***** Assman Walton wrote: "Ms Fruitloop's been quite quiet of late - I suppose she's got the boy Apps to deal with, but still, one of her huge recollective-post efforts wouldn't go amiss at chilly times as these." this post is especially for you, Stud Muffin. And also for Chris Pez who wrote: "whoever said that rachel frootloop hadn't posted a huge summary post for ages was right, she must have accumulated enough now. rachel, post again, i need to increase my 'i've been mentioned in a frootloop post' score. its at 4 at the moment and i'm sure others have more. ben apps must be in double figures by now." CHRIS PEZ, You are grate!!! hmmm... I dunno that I have mentioned Benny all too much before my last couple of posts. It's hard to remember! All I know is that I *talk* about him ALL THE TIME! But in any case, there's 2 mentions for you right there, just from quoting other people's posts! And there are more mentions of sweet Apps to come! Rachel Grapenut wrote: "I am so very happy for Rachel Fruitloop and Ben. Isn't everyone, though? Please feel free to be as candy-coated as you want to, rachel, it cheers me up." Thank you Rachel! Although I am not sure everyone is happy about this. Unfortunately, since my Reporting Back, Laura Llew has deemed me a traitor for being lured to "the dark side" and has threatened to kick my arse if ever I refer to Ben as "Sweetie" in public. Fortunately, Miss Llew can save her plane fare because that won't EVER happen. (I call him "Bunny" not "Sweetie.") Archel Toast, I hope your move went smoothly. I also hope I provided enough commentary on my version of the Sinister transatlantic shenanigans! *****WELCOME!!!***** I would like to say welcome to Becky Wright. And welcome back to Bre. And welcome to Toy Stephen, I am honored to be mentioned in your first post, especially in the same sentence as the Dirty Vicar! And welcome to Andrew Barton--your story of discovering B&S was lovely! AND welcome to Eliza Grae... I'll take cake over death any day! *****BIRTHDAYS!!!***** Happy belated birthday to Matt Henderson! Sorry about your Clash record getting broken! Happy Belated Birthday also to our Bond Girl, Ola. Happy Belated Birthday to Belle the year old dog, and also a Happy Belated Birthday to Kara Jean! *****U-B ILLIN'***** I hope that you are feeling better now, JenOwl. Also Ken, Pamela and Kirsten, I hope that you are well now, too. *****GENDER***** Astrid announced that she is in fact a girl. Stine also announced that she is in fact of the female gender. *****ASTRID***** I like Astrid's posts because she would have been my best friend if I were ten years younger and lived in her town. You can tell she's something special just in the way that she expresses herself. And I remember the first time I realized that I had gained weight and I had previously been "the girl who can eat anything" and I think I was around 18 or so... Astrid makes me feel like I am really young again, and in the best possible way. Astrid said that she is no longer smitten with a 13 year old boy. Also, she gets "super cool" points for mentioning Pippi Longstocking whilst being Swedish. *****STACEY DAHLING***** Stacey Dahling wrote: "We actually thought we had lost Coral and the sheep - how this is possible I do not know - when we saw a little sheep head pop out from behind a kiosk and look in our direction. I almost peed my pants." I went to the photo link to see this sheep myself and it looked like a very good time! I think that is something that my friends and I would definitely do. And actually, it reminded me of a story in Marilyn Manson's autobiography about he and his girlfriend going around his hometown in Florida around Christmastime and replacing the baby Jesuses in people's nativity scenes with hams. and now I am using the Jedi mind trick to make you all forget that I just mentioned Marilyn Manson's autobiography! eeek! Stacey Dahling also wrote about a club called Kitcherella: "Then the lights dimmed and three screens came down from the ceiling and the opening of Dynasty was projected. Lordy. Everyone hooted and screamed in glee." No fair! I wanna go to this club!! Why can't I hang out in Greece with you guys!? *****NEW YEARS***** Needless to say, I was highly amused by Stacey Dahling's ghetto holiday in Greece with miss Velocity Girl. I also liked the idea of Stacey sitting in her black knickers and racy black bra with black and white striped socks and Florence Henderson hair on New Year's Eve. I tried to picture what I was doing while she wrote that post. Stacey Dahling also wrote: "I took note of everyone�s chosen way to herald in the new year as if they were deciding how they wanted to die. Wow, Coral wanted to go out in a strip club. Seemed apt. Me, I just wanted to make sure I wasn�t alone. Many others decided to spend it in bed." Me, I suppose I want to die with all of my closest friends. Completely drunk and in the beautiful arms of Ben Apps. *sigh* Will Salt wrote: "Tonight I am going to go out, and tomorrow I am going to rest. The day after, I want to go out and buy a notebook, so I can start writing things down. If I start writing things down, I will get better at putting things into words. If I start putting things into words, I might be able to explain things a little better. If I can do that, I will be able to do anything. Maybe even have plaited hair in public a bit more often." Yes, Will, you should have plaited hair in public more often! And writing is grate. I don't write in my journal very often. Just when exciting things happen or if I'm in distress. I was looking over what I wrote last year and I can see how much my life has improved and how many of my goals I've met and that makes me happy. Maybe it will make you happy, too. Madeliene had the best year ever and has resolved to get pissed and eat toast this year. Becky Wright's new years resoulution is to learn more constellations by sight: "I also look up at the night sky a lot nowadays but that's just to find the seven sisters which is the only constellation I can recognise." Becky, I think that is the most romantic constellation ever. I like the name "seven sisters" because it makes me think of being in London and it makes me think of the song "By The Sea" by Suede. Andy Williams wrote: "I got a dart board, and it is now my new years resolution to score 180 in open play, hopefully against Matt Powell. My other resolutions are to have a song I write played on the radio, continue to stop smoking and write two books (one fiction, one non-fiction)." Wow, you are ambitious Andrew! I wish you luck! (darts is a hard game!) Andrew also transcribed this from Stuart Murdoch: "I resolve to become immortal. And then die." Big Stu wrote: "I made two New Year's Resolutions. The first was to do 50 sit-ups every day to get rid of the effects of the Christmas alcohol, which has a tendency to turn your six-pack into a keg. This resolution lasted, erm, about 0 minutes,since I haven't done a single sit-up yet. The second resolution was to travel to Guatemala, Belize and Honduras in May / June. Which should be a bit easier to stick to." I'd rather travel than excercise any day. Unfortunately, I made the resolution to lose weight, too. How cliche, eh? Rich.Gil. wrote: "I don't remember so much more. alasdair trying to make me dance. kirsten trying to make me dance. ken trying to make me dance. me not dancing. at twelve o'clock. I KISSED THEM ALL. I don't think I missed anyone out. if I did, I apologise. or. you were too quick." Awww, what a lovable huggable snuggable cuddleable glow worm you are, Rich! Now Ken can't complain about not getting kissed! Cola Cube Cay wrote: "And there my dears lies the crux of my New Year's Resolution. To be a happier Miss Cola-Cube. I may fall down at times, but I'll keep dancing." That's a good resolution Cay! I think that we all should dance more this year. It will cure what ails anyone (except if your problem is that you're missing legs; even then you can roll around on the dance floor. Either ON the floor itself or in a wheelchair on the dance floor--your choice!) *****IAN***** Ian posted a story which in it's bizarre darkness, I found it to be brilliant. It reminded me of a dream I had on Tuesday night that the sky was full of teeny-tiny 6 week old orange baby kittens in parachutes. Also my dream from Wednesday night that an A-Bomb was dropped. I'm not really questioning why I dreamed these things, but why I *remembered* that I dreamed these things. And then Ian wrote a grate story about Saint Peter and the heavenly gates, prefaced by this: "zac foley, bass player with emf, died yesterday. the cause of his death has not been released, and it seems to have been more-or-less ignored by the News. i'm afraid this is another obituary. the man deserves one for oh-so-many reasons" I hadn't heard of his death at all, just what Ian posted. My friend Vicky LOVED emf. Oddly enough, so did my mother. They are saddened by his passing. But the smarmy follow-up tale of Saint Peter coming round to look at porn websites and running off to find the perfect Isobel Campbell was really entertaining, and I could hardly wait for the next installment! And then Saint Peter himself posted to this blessed list and I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my chair! And your suggestion that Saint Peter disguise himself as a Hello Kitty pencil case impressed me. That is, I WOULD be impressed if he were trying to "woo" me! The lyrics to "the Armageddon" that Ian posted were most clever. It hit on a lot of my beliefs about the war. Well done, Ian! *****DVD/VCD***** So Neil Robertson revealed that there is a B&S VCD in the works and added: "There are other TV things you haven't mentioned, but I'm not going to mention them because if we don't use them I'll end up getting chinned about it." Oh no! Now we're all going to wonder what *could have* been on it! Why why why must you torure us like this, Neil!!! Lawrence Mikkelsen wrote: "A few days ago I got a copy of Suede's "Lost in TV" DVD. It's great, for a number of reasons." Ohhhh, another mention of Suede in this post. My old threads are showing! I am excited about this dvd because I used to live and breathe and stalk Suede. I am wondering if they used any live footage from their tour of America in 1997 that I shot with Simon the drummer's video camera. That would be pretty cool. But I haven't seen the dvd yet! :( Is there much live footage, Lawrence? *****SINISTER MINCE MEET***** Melmoz should wrangle up whoever she can for a Sinister meetup in the Dallas area... from what I remember in my Suede stalking days there was quite an anglophile crowd out that way and I wonder if it's still like that. Crap! I mentioned Suede again! Sorry! Archel Toast wrote: "yesterday i foisted the idea of a brighton meet-up on the folks at #sinister, promising sex (well, SSX snowboarding on the playstation 2),drugs (well, alcohol), and rock and roll (well, DDR). what i'll do now is keep mentioning it here until you all think it's as inevitable as death and taxes and can't remember a time when you weren't going to come to brighton on ." I think you all should meet up whenever Archel says because she's lovely and she will show you a good time!!!! Joe "Rachel Pancake" Vester wrote: "I also wondered if the sinister world would like to take part in a sunflower growing competition." I'm up for it, that sounds like a good idea. But of course my plants usually die. But maybe this won't end in disaster! :) Danny my little cutie pie Farrell wrote: "i met the adorable kirsten marie kenyon who it seemed was just as much the fun queen in the flesh as she is on our very own wee sinister,although this was only from five minutes as the poor wee soul was shattered from travelling et al. she gave me saltine crackers from someone,not someone random,someone in particular.my baker.bakers usually make bread not crackers,this baker is special." Awwwwwww! I wanna meet Kirsten! I am happy that she got to meet so many of you kids in her travels. And I am glad you got your special crackers, cutie pie! Madeleine wrote: "Laura, I hope you realise this means I am forced to kidnap you, drive you to the Mexican border and marry you. Neither of us have any choice in the matter, I'm afraid." Where should we send the wedding pressies!? *****MAKING IT***** Rob Lorenson made Lame-o trade stickers and I think I may want to get my hands on some! He said: "Note: Lame-o does not necessarily mean crappy. Well, maybe a little bit. OK, most of the time, lame-o means crappy. But, maybe not in this case." Archel Toast wrote: "i begin to think that if you're passionate about music, the last thing you should do is write about it, because you will inevitably disappear up your own arse before you can say 'i hate starsailor, me'." I think it might be that way in any creative field. I'm finding that if I get too comfortable in any job, that's sort of the way my designing goes, too! Lord knows I haven't painted anything decent in a couple of years, but I can design a nifty magazine ad for shampoo! sheesh! *****REALITY CHECK***** Rachel Sunnyside-up wrote: "Accidentally sitting on the same ferry as a band is good too. Watching people, who write the songs that have sort of become my own, do normal things, made me happy. At the same time it could have made me a little sad. Feeling guilty that was too much of an intrusion, knowing that songs don't really belong to me. A reality check." But don't forget Rachel, Stuart said "every song I ever wrote was written for you..." and as long as they make their albums available to us for purchasing, I firmly believe he's singing to every single one of us! What a happy thought! Amy "Rachel Applejacks" wrote about her brother Dan who is autistic: "he's never had a friend. never been kissed." and it sounds to me, Amy, that he has a friend in you. That is something special. Jules Markham wrote: "I know I should be helpful and honest, but I feel like a freakshow. Just laid open and bare to be picked over by people who mean well but curiosity makes them rude. Still, I encourage the questions, more open-mindedness, and please dont burn me." My mother went through that for a long time when she first began telling her friends and family that she is Wiccan, but after a while her closest circle accepted it as if she were always a witch and the rest of the population usually don't need to know that she's a witch and so she started feeling less like a freakshow and more at peace with her own traditions and ceremonies. I hope that people don't give you too much trouble about your beliefs. Gordon wrote: "I find it magnificent to be upset and for life to take one by surprise... " That's inspiring. I never look at things that way. I like to feel that everything is under control and even. But maybe life WOULD be more magnificent with more upsets and surprises. That idea scares me, though. Kieran Devaney wrote: "at which point does experience lose its lustre twixt mind and paper, between keyboard and computer screen? will anything i tell you register in the way i want it? " That's a good question. I find it hard to write things down on paper now. Even when I want to write poetry, I find it easier to compose on a computer screen and the only time I really write things on paper is when I write retarded things to Ben. And beyond that, so much about conveying an idea is in the mind of the reader, not so much in what you write. It helps if you are a descriptive writer, but so much of what you describe could be perceived in such a different manner. Besides that, it's hard to write about feelings and why an incident strikes you the way that it does. Who will ever get inside every fold of your brain tissue? Will you ever really know all of the inner workings of your own mind? *****LOVIN'***** Danny Farrell wrote: "i have never known anyone to be quite like her and she is unique in ways that can bring me to tears.so i'm scared in case there is a repeat performance of my whole life." That's part of the risk you take in loving, I think. I bet we are all scared that we will be hurt in the same ways that we were once hurt before. Sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind and go for it. Kara Jean wrote: "I like the Rachel Fruitloop and Ben story because it reminds me of Peter and I. It will be our one year anniversary very soon. Throughout this year I have missed him alot, bawled like a baby when we've had to part, sometimes bawled just because I miss him so much, but I remind myself that he loves me and it's better. So Rachel, March, or whichever month you have to wait for, does come even when it seems it won't." I never would have thought in a million years that I would be involved in something that could possibly rival the "Peter & Kara" love story. Congratulations on your year anniversary! That is very sweet! I hope you're right about March coming even when it seems that it won't. Elise J. Spry wrote: "So those of you who know me as somewhat of a wanton vibrator-happy, party girl sex goddess will be either pleased or disappointed to hear that I've officially Settled Down. The purple buzzy thing has been put away in my bottom drawer (NOT the bottom of my drawers), and James G and I have set up house." Whoo-hoo Lisey and Jimmy G! I am SO HAPPY for you! (where's my picture? And thanks for the pressie--I LOVE IT!) Ben Apps wrote: "I think she's waiting till I'm outta here to tell you all what a dumb, lame slacker I am. " You guys, now that he's really gone, I have to tell you what a dumb, lame slacker Ben Apps is. He is so dumb that he gets all of my jokes and he's so lame that he wants me to be his girl and such a slacker that he came all the way to California to be with me! Sooner or later we will melt together and draw rings around the world... Ken Chu wrote: "I got out a copy of Street Fighter II the other day just to check again - and yes, Ken and Ryu still say "Adore Ken" when they shoot out fireballs.. maybe I just love myself too much. Can you blame me though?" No, I can't blame you Ken. I think when Laura Llew comes over here to kick my arse (which I'm sure she's about to do if she's read this post!), we're going to be yelling "Adore Ken" as we shoot fireballs at eachother! Pamela wrote: "Lovebites: good or bad? Discuss...." hmmm. bad. they're ugly purple marks. but good. I *so* love to have my neck nibbled! *****INTERNATIONAL BOWLING***** Carsmile Steve wrote: "KEN is the london bowling champion, despite having been run a close second by BEN apps, who actually took the first game by a whisker. " yeah, the modest Ken, you sure took long enough to declare yourself champion! Thanks for clarifying that, Carsmile! Robin Stout wrote: "The Kidderminster Sinister Bowling Extravaganza was a cracking success. Actually, it was only me who went. And I didn't go bowling; I went to a pub and ate a pie." I think you should get a prize just for being so hilarious! Jenn PB wrote: "encoded message: SGSYOUARETHEBEST! and also a pleasant hello to Ms. Edna Welthorpe. I think I owe you a drink." I am happy to hear that you all had so much fun! And whenever I read about Mrs. Edna Welthorpe it makes me 'Prick Up My Ears'! *****A FFAIR***** Robster wrote: "Anyway, if you live in America and you've been to/in a parade/county fair/monster truck rally - email me and tell me about it so I can have some vicarious experiences to match the images. Mmmm..." It's not so great to be in a parade actually. I used to be in marching band in high school (she banged the drums!) and it was usually a living hell because of the outfits-- my high school mascot was the Highlander and so the drumline wore kilts and I usually had to march in the competition portion of the parade which entailed changing my costume out on the street into the polyester trouser outfit and big furry hat and it was always *hot* and awkward and I HATED it and little kids would throw stuff at us and try to hit our drums and during the competition portion, you couldn't break formation so if a pile of horse shit was in your way, you had to just step in it! Ecchhh! Not to mention the blisters and heat stroke! *****SASSY LASSIES***** Dirty Vicar wrote: "I've been listening to Kate Bush's first album "The Kick Inside" a lot lately. It's a big bag of fun. We always do expressive dances to the opening bars of the first track, which shows how artistic we are. Does anyone know what other Kate Bush albums are worth listening to?" OOOH, I LOVE KATE BUSH! I can just imagine the dances you must do! "The Kick Inside" is my favorite, I used to think that she was my mom on the cover of that album, because my mom looked very much like that in 1977. I can play an acoustic version of "Moving", but not very well. Other grate Kate Bush albums are 'The Dreaming' and 'Hounds of Love'... Go get them NOW!! Alyson wrote: "by the way, i've finished the quiz, and my music muse is... fiona apple?" Ok, I have to admit... I like her. I have the album 'When The Pawn' and I like listening to it during spring rainstorms. It just *happened* I couldn't help it! *****POETRY & PURRING***** Pamela wrote of needing a name for her stray cat... I love the name Agent Cooper for a cat because I also have a *wee* obsession with Twin Peaks. In fact, my brother Tony and his wife Tiffany have a cat named Diane after Agent Cooper's "Secretary" tape recorder he's always speaking memos into! So your stray could have his counterpart all the way here in Canoga Park, CA! Awwww, how cute! I hope your kitty is ok! Johnny Shred then enlightened us with a T.S. Eliot poem about cat's names which was grate! Archel posted a very timely poem by Raymond Carver... about fear. *****STUART'S CAR***** Michelle Ruiz wrote: "I also think Struan has NASCAR aspirations with his driving gloves. I'd like to see that racing car. It'd probably be painted plaid with sponsorship from Fruit of the Loom t-shirts." Yeah, but I'd love to see it with *Fruit of the Loop* sponsorship! ;) Ken Chu wrote: "Stuart Murdoch's car: so is he a boy racer then? Does he have twin exhaust pipes (with a hole drilled in for extra noise) and big fuckoff spoilers and air vents on the bonnet cover and a "go-faster" strip and under chassis neon lighting and a big KENWOOD sticker at the back window? Does he pump out "I love my car" through his KENWOOD speakers? or does he have a special DRUM n BASS version for his car?" KEN!!!!! I was lauging already when I got to the part about "fuckoff spoilers" and then you just had to go even further by making me picture the window sticker and the drum n bass version of "I Love My Car"! Damn! My stomach is going to burst!!! *****!VIVA RACHELS!***** The Mixtape battle continues! The last I heard, the tape was in the hands of Caleb Ben AKA RAW, and where has Mr. Caleb Ben been lately anyway? I miss him! The tape is about to make it's way overseas next! James the Dancin'Hatchback wrote: "If you've read this FAr you're clearly a raving fruitcake." I would like to say that if you've read this FAR you're clearly a raving fruitloop! and now for the moment you've all been waiting for: *****FAVORITE QUOTES***** "But these kids are not even back woods. They give being a redneck a bad name." -- Mr. Willitron300 "It is hard to write e-mails whilst a horse is giving you the "come any closer and I'll jump over the fence and trample all over you alright? Punk." look, especially without a computer."--Kenneth PY Chu "I don't mind when friends smoke but when my car takes up the habit it gets personal"--Laura Llew "I don't have any fucking sins, I'm an angel"--Saint Peter of Heaven "well, only 363 more days to mess up..."--Archel Toast Take care everybody, and love to you all! love, Rachel fruitloop __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in 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 neil at xxx.net Mon Jan 14 12:47:27 2002 From: neil at xxx.net (Neil Robertson) Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 12:47:27 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Belfast Live Message-ID: <018f01c19cf9$a028c220$fb84fc3e@neil> Yes, the Belfast show is on the radio. No, it's not tonight. It's next Monday, despite what it says in the papers and the BBC website. Sorry about the conflicting information. Their mistake. 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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 Mon Jan 14 14:22:38 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 14:22:38 +0000 Subject: Sinister: is it timid not to dare? Message-ID: Season's greetings, I don't know what the season is, but it's arrived - are we in Spring yet? Or does that not start before Chinese New Years? Dunno. Anyway yes, I feel very festive today for some reason, but unfortunately I don't have one of those clever books that tell you what special celebrational days it is (e.g. "international salad day" or "world mullet growing day" or something) on each day. My friend has a diary that tells him all the important events that happened on each day of the year, but the events they list are normally quite rubbish - like on the 20th Dec, it says "Louisiana sold to USA by France" um, who cares about that when B&S PLAYED that day. 25th Dec was good tho, it said "25th Dec - Jesus born".. cheers. Today is also "one-month-before-valentines-day" day, I am counting on you all to write soppy e-mails about it over the next month. Either wahwah another valentines day alone this is the worst valentines day of my life or oohooh look at me i'm in love this is the best valentines day of my life. I love reading both! Last year I went bowling on the said day I might go again this year. Anyone who wants to go fondling balls romantically with me are welcome to join in the fun. One word of advice tho, boys and girls - stay safe - a present, some flowers, a box of chocolate and a card are enough to remind you of your V.D. you don't need any other memoirs. Random quoting bit. Elise j. spry said: >>So those of you who know me as somewhat of a wanton vibrator-happy...<< She said "wanton", whenever someone says wanton I get reminded of wanton soup - which is lovely - but then I keep thinking of "wanton" soup and I think eep! and now, I turned the table around and kept thinking what a WANTON VIBRATOR would be like.. eep! i wonder if would be wanton flavoured. Speaking of which, I just remembered I actually bought some wantons the other day from the Chinese shop. Chinese shops are great - you can buy pure gelatine in a box - alcoholic wine gums here we come. Neil Robertson said: >>.... Nobody could take their mouths off So Solid Crew's knob for long >>enough to tell us it had been moved.<< um.. how long as that? 21 seconds? Ho ho ho ho! :) Couldn't resist. Right yes I'll grab my coat. VDs and RBs Ken * just in case there is any confusion: wanton is a tasty chinese dumpling thing - when I went to "buy some wanton" I wasn't doing a deal with working girls. _________________________________________________________________ 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 boyincorduroy at xxx.com Mon Jan 14 14:25:31 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 14:25:31 +0000 (GMT) Subject: No subject Message-ID: <20020114142531.94456.qmail@web10405.mail.yahoo.com> Hey up sinister, (and Mr Pettinger, I'm not nicking your moniker for my email address, I've had it for years, it's just I've left work and become unempl*yed. Hence change of email address) How are you all? I wonder if I'm going to be posting more now that I have things like job-hunting to avoid? I expect so - I've only been job-hunting for 5 hours and already the kitchen is spotless (apart from the floor - something else to do later, bonus!). Carsmile Steve's post and wonderful Madeleine's post sort of got together in my mind and set me off ruminating on Sinister ancient and modern. But it wasn't very coherent, so I won't bore you with it. Perhaps I shouldn't bore you with this post at all, as it's really only a practice one to get me back into the swing. If several old friends want to greet my return with a few virtual slaps on the back, that might encourage me to post again :-) XFM, eh? Other London listees will be able to confirm how crap it is, which is a bit ironic considering one particlar post of mine a few years back. I've got it on in the background as I type, and by gosh it's poor. Not quite as poor as the website, where I notice they're making a big thing of the fact you can buy bargain Lighthouse Family CDs! Well, woo. Before I go, props to Kirsten for being so lovely and Mr Gillanders for being so lucky :-) Alla prossima, Mark xxx p.s. now that I'm out of work, I have more time for personal emails. This is a hint. __________________________________________________ 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 chinacat81 at xxx.com Mon Jan 14 15:15:00 2002 From: chinacat81 at xxx.com (Kirsten Kenyon) Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 09:15:00 -0600 Subject: Sinister: "If you please--draw me a sheep!" Message-ID: <49ADC0D5B85375348BE5DFD54EB13A3A@chinacat81.wildmail.com>   ian never made it to work yesterday.  his mom managed to stop in for a few moments, sobbing hysterically and chewing on her bony fingers and looking quite like the women who frantically scan lists posted on doors in old war movies.  i couldn't bear to look at her, so i slid out back into the alley and sat on a milk crate and smoked my last cigarette.    the wind picked up for a moment, bringing to my feet a black and white photograph of two boys looking silly.  i studied it for a few seconds.  from what i gathered, i was looking at a photograph of two mildly-intoxicated young men who had finally succumbed to the exasperating people who had been trying all night to drag them onto the dance floor at a friend's wedding reception.  don't you just hate people who try to make other people dance?  i would never do something like that.  ken chu wouldn't, either.  don't worry.   anyway.  the photograph was just fantastic, and i started to reach for it when i got to thinking.  i thought about how i would feel if some strange girl happened upon a photograph of me looking like an idiot...dancing...and found it to be so terrifically funny that she just had to pick it up and adhere it to the cover of her sketchbook with paper cement.  i mean, i would probably never know.  but still....just thinking about it...i turned over the photograph with my toe and headed back inside.     there was a phone call later, and apparently ian was safe and sound at his grandmother's house.  he'd bumped up his car a bit, but that was the extent of it.  so...ian is alive and well.  but his death's been bothering me since yesterday morning.       it was a strange day, anyway. craig, who normally hops about like a fourth-grader at a slumber party, sulkily retreated to a corner table with a latte, a pile of saltine crackers, some honey packets and a big bowl of tzaziki sauce. he sat there for a while, sighing, looking bored and half-heartedly nibbling at his peculiar lunch. i tried to ignore him...when craig starts up with the blasé thing, it's best to keep busy. i must have been giving him a strange look, because he got up quite suddenly and grabbed my arm and said 'smokey.' and we went outside. my next last cigarette. we were standing around talking, and he mentioned how he missed his long hair. i said i couldn't picture him with long hair at all, so he ran out to his car for his portfolio and sure enough...he looked like ricky martin when he was on that soap in the early 90s, and a little bit like fabio only not in a scary way. i was just staring in disbelief and craig was looking a little wistful, and said something else about missing his hair. and then i remembered something i had overheard...about chemotherapy. at the time i'd heard it, i wasn't sure who....well, i know now. i knew. and he knew that i knew, and i think he knew i didn't know what to say, and i knew he didn't expect me to say a thing. knew know knew know. yeah. i think today's his day off. speaking of which, i should have started getting ready for work ten minutes ago. it's not coyness, it's discretion. 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 rwr at xxx.uk Mon Jan 14 15:45:09 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 15:45:09 +0000 Subject: Sinister: A public apology Message-ID: Oh dear this appears to have back fired on me a little, I'll be more careful not to cause upset so easily in future. I admit I am surprised by how seriously offended some of the folk are, is this really how you see the feminist mind as working? To clarify lions, like most members of the Animalia kingdom, lack the pre-frontal lobes of their human counterparts and are subsequently devoid of the area of the brain responsible for the consciousness of 'self'. Thus to impose notions of good & evil on lions of either sex is both wrong & silly and I am heartily ashamed. Blondes are prudent Essex girls are chaste Craig David fans have legitimate taste and yes it is my time of the month!! To change the subject I just watched 'Withnail and I', I'd taken the title for its phoenetic(*) face-value and it took me a while to adapt but I'm now going around shouting 'SCRUBBERS!!' to anyone who'd care not to be insulted. Jules Markham was Marwood the name of the other guy? (*) Cheers to Will for remembering the word for me. Someone should invent a backwards dictionary so instead of finding a word & learning its meaning you give a vague kind of description as I did "what is long word which means to be spelt as it sounds, think it starts with p?" & boom! well boom second time 'cause the first answer was onomatopaeic. Not much else going on in my life at present. My jasmine plant has been bamboozled by global warming into thinking it's mid-May and has started making flowers. Only two have opened so far and there's already a heady perfume in the air, eight more are on the way and in a couple of days my room'll only be accessible with a gas mask thanks to nature's equivalent to mustard gas. Either it's gonna go outside which'll probably kill it what with it being Winter 'n' all or there'll be some brutal fleur decapitations at 3 in the morning when I can take no more. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 14 16:22:40 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 16:22:40 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: rock action Message-ID: more wisdom about Careless Talk.../Everett True from the dirty vicar - very accurate appraisal. i think i'll stay loyal (as far as my loyalty to any music magazine goes) to Uncut, flaws and all. (though i suspect that some of the really good writers from melody maker didn't even end up there, but retired gracefully when they realised that slagging things off for a living made them depressed.) ian wrote: "archel said something interesting but i can't remember what it was." i can't remember either. he then wrote "DILDOS!" but i don't think there was a connection. rachel fruitloop tickled my vanity and spoke wisdom when she said i would show you a good time in brighton. (she also made me swoon and sigh at a great sinister romance. though i am ever more glad that my beloved lives in the same country, town, and now house as me...) half of another great sinister romance also tickled my vanity re. my website, even praising something i'd written myself. so he's welcome in brighton anytime :) speaking of which, james danson hatcher suggested 31st february for the meetup. when i worked out what that meant i was quite offended - just what is wrong with brighton that we can only meet there on a non-existent date? although in a way it would be cool to commandeer the town for sinisterines in a bizarre lapse of space-time and rampage through the amusement arcades in our flares and cardies... though brighton can be quite bizarre anyway. as our flat is on the top floor of our building we have a birds-eye view of the street below, and the things which go on down there would fill a novel (or a post from kirsten at least). there's the old man who keeps a stash of coats and furniture behind some boards on the new building site - sadly busted a few days ago. there were the two teenage girls on the porch steps across the road, drinking cider and self-consciously playing hissy speed folk (at least that's the only way i can describe it) at top volume from their ghetto blaster. the bmx stunt guy risking life and limb by the parking bay at all hours of the day and night, and the skate kids teaching younger skate kids kerb tricks with surprising care and patience. the woman screaming into a mobile phone, the man asleep on the pavement next to her car. i love it all. this is for rebecca: someone *has* invented a backwards dictionary for you - it's called 'descriptionary' and it's by a guy called marc mccutcheon. 2nd edition out now, rrp �15.99. luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.org.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 dahling007 at xxx.com Mon Jan 14 16:43:06 2002 From: dahling007 at xxx.com (stacey dahling) Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 16:43:06 +0000 Subject: Sinister: sad day Message-ID: hello my lovely lovely sinisterenes today is a very sad day for me very much indeed i was planning to write a mega post going into great detail about the whole thing, but realized i cannot until the whole thing is over because it involves (il)legal stuff which would probably not be best telecast to the entire online community, including greek government officials but basically i resign as athenian picnic mummy cause i will not be in greece much longer i'm not sure where i will be come march, or even in two weeks. i may be in the uk i may be in the u.s.a hmmm... anyone interested in more than this cryptic craziness, send me an email or track me down in chat (tho i dunno how much i will be there, considering i will be extremely busy in the next 10 days). i have emailed some of you, and thanks to everyone who i talked to yesterday. thanks to all of you, actually. you are fab. i'm sorry that i won't be reporting back with fun tales of wacky greek adventures. or at all, actually. i doubt i'll be near a pooter much in the near future. big HUGE MWAHS to one and all, ~dahling ps; wow. i think that was my shortest post ever. kev, you should be proud. _________________________________________________________________ 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 kylaschu at xxx.com Mon Jan 14 19:05:19 2002 From: kylaschu at xxx.com (Kyla Schuller) Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 11:05:19 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: where the boys go with boys and the girls with girls Message-ID: <20020114190519.81431.qmail@web14206.mail.yahoo.com> I liked Rachel grapenut's post about the girls in her art class acting all crazy and girly girl-like. Her frustration of the way girls get tracked into certain social expectations and behaviors at such an early age reminds me of my own feelings. It is also interesting to think about ways that girls perform the role of girlness, often understanding this to be different from the way they see themselves. It is significant that rachel's kids talk in high pitched voices and use lots of airheady slang when they're playing with dolls- and that they don't behave this way normally. Somehow, it seems they have a conscious or unconscious understanding that being a girl is a role, it is an identity to be performed, and it is also different from how they themselves carry out their lives. For really, the concepts of female and male do not work. Biological facts such as roughly one in two thousand infants born in the US undergo immediate genital surgery (sometimes unknown to the parents) to make them fit our conception of male and female bodies show us that the idea of gender is even more socially constructed than it may first appear. There simply is no way of being female or being male - they are abstract concepts that we have nonetheless ordered our society around. So really, all gender identities are performed. They are not essentialist facts: there is simply no way to define a woman. Legal systems have tried -- there are some amazing old European laws -- including Denmark's (i think it's denmark) that women with penises longer than 3 inches cannot marry men - that betray a discomfort with the lack of certainty about gender and sexual biology. It's similar too to the idea of gayness. For what is being gay, really? Is it sexual relations with someone of the same sex? This leads to several problems: what exactly are sexual relations, what exactly is the same sex, and that plenty of people who identify as straight nevertheless fool around with same sex lovers from time to time. As for me, am I gay now? I've dated women for years, but now I find myself dating a boy. Am I still a dyke? How do I perform my dykeness while walking hand in hand with a hetero boy? And what about the fact that the girls iv'e dated are in many ways more traditionally masculine than this boy? What about the girl I've dated who wants to undergo gender reassignment surgery to be a boy? How then would we be gay? There are plenty of boys who are lesbians - transgender and transsexual dykes are largely accepted in urban Gen X queer communities. So then, what is gay? Is it performing a divergent sexuality? A breaking down of traditional sexual and gender barriers? Yet it often doesn't feel divergent at all. Many queers, myself included, are guilty of thinking of queerness as somehow cooler than heterosexuality. There are many reasons for this, most especially that the need to affirm ourselves in spite of numerous pressures and disgust from family, peers, society at large - why even comments like "being gay is ok for OTHER people but I would never want to do that" can feel really uncomfortable - create a need to unequivocally equate gayness with goodness. Which accomplishes some extremely necessary work toward self-respect and pride, but also, sometimes gets silly. On Friday night I was at a benefit and got to meet Dorothy Allison, one of my favorite writers. As I approached her she turned and grabbed me at the waist, saying, "oh hi there baby." My heart fell. How could someone I respect so much treat me as a sex object? We had a picture taken - she saying we should press our faces real close, cheek to cheek. We talked a bit, she had her hands on both my hips - I took my Polaroid and was off. So this is transgressive sexuality? Am I supposed to feel differently about this situation because she is a girl and not a boy , and somehow it's cool and crazy and new for women to treat each other this way? Is this really performing a divergent sexuality? Or a very tried one with different players fulfilling its roles? Because really, it doesn't feel that much different than Thursday night, when a car of guys stopped to yell and cat call at me as I crossed the dark parking lot, alone. The trick I think is understanding and accepting that we are always performing various identities and not to find this really nihilistic and depressing. Also, it's not that I'm saying we should stop playing and just "be ourselves" - for it is exactly my point that this is completely impossible to determine. Nothing is static, nothing is given. It's depressing, but also potentially freeing. One of the reasons I so liked eXtreme elvis was the way he consciously plays with identity performance. We're the audience, he's the performer - so really, it makes no difference if he's calmly singing a ballad or shoving a used tampon up his ass while pumping his legs into the air like a tempermental baby having its diaper changed. He performs the role of crazy performance artist, we perform the role of audience, expecting, paying, to be shocked. And he takes it a step further -he sung about fear and went so far as to explicitly bid people not to fear performance artists. He flaunted and exposed his role - he named it for us, he gave us instructions - I perform the role of crazy, you perform the role of audience. It doesn't matter that I'm raising the stakes, it doesn't matter that I'm rubbing my huge filthy naked body all over you - this is my role, that is yours --- that's what it's always about, like it or not. There's no reason to be afraid - you knew this anyway, I'm just here to illustrate it graphically. DILDOS!!! kyla __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in Yahoo! Mail! http://promo.yahoo.com/videomail/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Mon Jan 14 20:59:39 2002 From: tompettinger at xxx.uk (Corduroy Boy) Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 20:59:39 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Lord of the Corduroy-Fellowship of the Flares Message-ID: <003401c19d3e$645f87c0$b62e3c3e@pbncomputer> (Dispite the light-hearted title this post is too long so skip now to save time) Hello, you sinister people. This morning I succeeded in slaughtering my academic future by (inevitably) failing my physics paper. It felt like the worst I have ever done in an exam and my gibbers of hysteria and panic were most definitely audible in the exam room. But I cannot be persecuted, because be there a rule banning mobee phones and cheat notes, no restricting measures have been taken against gibbering. My friends, you are free to gibber. [As my glazed eyes showed no conscious thought, the sound of my black fountain pen nib scratching the paper was louder than any other. Those behind me look up, knowing from the motions of my arm (though they could not see what I wrote) that my paper is being filled with a bizarre mixture of scribble and cryptic symbols. The finishing bell rattles, and the other candidates file out in a quiet and controlled manner. One would think they would have found my situation and the subsequent facial expressions comical, but their expressions are humourless, showing emotions of pity and concern above all else. As they walk to the back of the hall to awkwardly collect their coats, bags, umbrellas and thoughts, my solitary figure can be seen to walk bouncily to the front to converse with the invigilator (with whom I am on friendly terms through a shared enjoyment of rock climbing). He smiles as I clutch my paper, look round as if searching, and relay to him my lucky escape from an unclassified grade... "That was OK, wasn't it? Shall I let you in on a little secret? I couldn't have answered one of those questions correctly, but luckily as I grew hysterical (and started to gibber, Tom, don't forget the gibbering...) a small Incan monkey god descended to my desk and whispered the answers to me." As the invigilator gives me a quizzical look, he notices the relief of the symbols and scribbling on the inside page of my paper. He looks at me with the same concern as my fellow candidates... "Now all I have to do is find someone who can translate his beautiful language..."] No, unfortunately, that was not real. No Incan monkey god came to my aid, so I will definitely have failed. Moving on. I have acquired (through honest means) a copy of "Careless Talk Costs Lives". It is quite acceptable as music magazines go, and as music magazines go *today* it is quite edifying. However, as you would expect, some* (*replace with much or all as you see fit) of it is self indulgent to the point of being masturbatory. Also, one of my pet hates in pretty much all music media rears it's butt-ugly head... Why oh why, why why why do they hand even ONE of their pages over to some bloody cretin whose only qualification is that they know where the asterisk on the keyboard is? This allows them to speak in solid obscenities right the way through and bypasses the need to make any sort of logical, rational or even intelligent statement about the bands/artists in question. This is not some rant against offensive-ness or people expressing themselves through language, it's the complete lack of any new slant or descriptive opinion on the music. Fair enough, some musicians need a good slating, but no decent and well reasoned abuse is used to the point that-however shite the band- any judgement against them is lost and thus the sharp rocks of literate people are not thrown. NME has the "Angst" page in the back, which to be honest consists of letters sent in by the public, but Swells doesn't inspire intelligent comment so they reap what they sow with that one. However, the boring trying-to-be-offensive material referred to in CTCL is not the opinion of the general public even if a new guy does it every week (I can't remember who writes that page) andso unlike the back page of NME does not even provide the odd chuckle. The most excruciating fact is that I'm sure the guy writing it is probably doing it with tongue in cheek thinking, "boy, this'll really offend and shock people!" Yeah mate, about 25 years ago, GROW UP. You've had your fun, you've made people blush, time to think of another idea, this time one that *no on else has done.* Well, that's what I think anyway, I may well be wide of the mark. Aagh, this has turned into a bit of an epic, hasn't it? Sorry. Sorry. Tom XXXXXXX P.S. Props to ian for his consistency in making me uneasy about life with his posts to archel for reminding me about the poetry parrot I suspected him eaten by ken to the guys whose names elude me but who have been keeping us posted on the radio front Mr Moore and Neil I think and to Kirsten for the last subject line (don't let him eat the flower though, best draw him a box) and for keeping up the required level of sweetness and to vel even tough she hasn't posted in ages and HELLO to all the nice new people that have joined. Sorry. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sun Jan 13 21:10:21 2002 From: jordi_trenzano at xxx.es (Jordi Trenzano) Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 22:10:21 +0100 Subject: Sinister: April is a good month Message-ID: <002d01c19c76$c34d94c0$116a63d5@teleline.es> Helloooooooo sinista !!! It´s been ages since I last posted. Don´t make me say when.........ummmm...... Lots of things happened since then. I think I didn´t comment the Benicassim festival, with the football match with a couple of crappy thin scot players included. One of them appeared on his white t-shirt on a pic on the spanish edition of "Rolling Stone", with me appearing blurry on it. The best part of it was finding Mariah Carey on the sleeve. "IWUTS" (it sounds like some kind of african spell, doesn´t it ?) is the best B&S single in ages. I truly believe it. No gigs in Europe yet.......oh.....you lucky Londoners, I know it has no relation, but don´t miss the Yann Tiersen gig at the Royal Albert Hall on february the 5th. In his world, vinyl records are made like crêpes. Bloody exams that would prevent me from going there. But they won´t stop me from seeing Godspeed you Black Emperor! on saturday the 2nd. in Barcelona. Has anyone seen them live on this same tour ? I owe some apologies: to Helen and Rachel, I still have to send you your sinister christmas presents. Being almost broke at the end of the year took me to this long delay. But I truly promise that i´ll send them tomorrow or in wednesday. I hope Miss Laura Llew doesn´t kick me as a punish. Well, now I have some euros. I think they´re ugly. And I think they´ll become uglier now that miss Stacey Dahling is no longer using them :( Spain, Greece, the whole euro zone and the whole Europe should miss her terribly. Specially at #sinister The subject line. Designing a calendar is one of the GRATEST things I´ve done lately ;) I got an autograph from Andrew Weatherall. He says he´ll produce pop/rock bands again.´But i´m not making suggestions ! Love, truly Red Bulls (not those crappy energy drinks that some bars have here) and best wishes to all the sinister land. Jordiet +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 14 22:53:11 2002 From: LilGrape25 at xxx.com (LilGrape25 at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 17:53:11 EST Subject: Sinister: salt grains from the dead sea, Enya Playing (if you can identify the source of that you win a prize) Message-ID: <13f.7b69b15.2974bb58@aol.com> Hello,Lets all stop and commend kyla on her fantastic e-mail. Then lets all stop again and commend ME on being the inspiration for her e-mail. (man, I'm so self centered sometimes) To respond to your post breifly, Kyla, I agree that gender and sexuality are frustratingly over-defined by society. I am yet to get a clear grasp on sexuality as it is for other people, as I- a bisexual who has trouble differentiating between emotional and physical attraction in my own head- seem to be somewhat of an unusual case. In a way, I guess its lucky that I am attracted to just about everyone- regardless of gender or physical beauty..whatever the hell that is. But its terribly frustrating to love all your friends in a way that none of them ever love you. I can't understand why. It doesn't make sense that someone could not be attracted to me on the basis of my gender. It took years for me to learn and accept that this is really possible, that everyone who is not bisexual is not lying ! to themselves, that straightness and g ayness really do exist for some people. It still doesn't make too much sense, but I've come to accept it.I had a very strange day today. I woke up sick in the middle of the night, not surprising because my brother was sick and my father had just recovered from the same virus my brother had. My mother got it a few hours after I did, and the three of us- mommy, my brother and I- stayed home all day. I drank flat gingerale from the Minimouse sippy cup I used as a small child, and had toast with jam and tea sometime in early afternoon. I spent most of the day in my mommy's bed watching TV, and then at about 3 o'clock, after The Joy Of Painting ended, I took a cool and thorough shower in my mom's bathroom, which is much nicer than mine. I came out feeling much better, then drank a glass of iced tea and ate a mint and listened to Bjork and went online, to find that rachel frootloop had quoted me! yay!! I think thats three times now, I'm going to keep track. It makes me so hap! py. I feel almost completely well now, and will be heading back to school tommorrow. I can't afford to miss another day because exams st art friday. Well, much love to 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 theamazingyellowsneakers at xxx.uk Tue Jan 15 00:11:26 2002 From: theamazingyellowsneakers at xxx.uk (James Alexander Jackson) Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 00:11:26 -0000 Subject: Sinister: badly scanned pictures of our obsessions Message-ID: <000b01c19d59$3301a300$0100a8c0@heyjupiter> Hi, well, just a short post really to say that I put up the pictures i took from the Belfast gig here: http://www.thebooklovers.fsnet.co.uk/ Some of them are even ok! :) Well, some of the Irish sinister group feature so that's never bad, and i put a photo of me to show what lurkers look like when given a digital camera to play with... could be a dodgy new photo spot for the sinister site! well, hope you're all keeping fine, thanks to Laura Llew for emailing me back about the Laura Laurant song, tracked it down it's just gorgeous. BUT big shouts out to Seamus, Laura, Ian, Ian DV, Rener, Grainne, Psi (I'll fix it soon Psi, honest), Darragh, Tim and all the other lovely people i met @ the gig, 'cos it wouldn't have been as much craic without you (showing my roots)! I hate the way my stuff isn't worth anything when i go to sell it! :( Damned CD's cost a fortune when i got them! Luv where applicable, 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 amy.longcore at xxx.com Tue Jan 15 01:53:23 2002 From: amy.longcore at xxx.com (amy.longcore at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 20:53:23 -0500 Subject: Sinister: would you get up and do the things you've been dreaming? Message-ID: Hello sini-bunch. I recall having dreams all night. About frolicking at my computer. It made me a bit sad that these were not dreams of happy times wiff old Friends, of a trip to the market, or the odd walk through a lovely meadow Or something sweet like that. Instead, I get me. Sitting there. Giggling like a doofus and laughing and muttering With you lot. there's more, but that was the bulk of it. I don't remember dreams like I used to. As a child I quite often lived for dreams. Even the scary ones, 'cuz the feelings they brought out were So new. The feeling of falling. Waking up crying 'cuz someone in yr Black and white dream let you down. Seeing your brother absent-mindedly Walk over a pane of glass, and dreaming about that for the next 5 nights. Imagining a whole jungle of wild animals playing on your wall while yr half-asleep, Only to wake up after shooting them all down in a dream. (I had to, my dad wouldn't do it!) So, this dream last night. I'm listening to tigermilk?. "You're just an amy, amy girl So kiss me on the cheek and then go off to sleep?" I dream about a questionnaire I filled out for a friend the other day. On my list of hates were comments about "self-involvement". So, my self-involved self is currently dreaming about myself detesting My own self-involvement. Nice. my self-involved fingers are filling out questionnaires for others, as i've yet to compile yours. nice. "I could be an ordinary person chasing honey from town to town?" I also dreamt about something else that really happened at the computer. Please forgive, was it you, tulip? Anyway, someone exclaimed on #sinister that they were/wanted to write Honey an ode or poem. And I'll be damned if I wasn't sitting in a hot bubbly tub O' water, shaving my legs, and making up little honey inspired poems in my Head just an hour before that. I know this dream was trying to help me to recall them, Because they were fabulous. Anyway, I love honey, and it's manifested into my self-involved Dreams. this may not sound as pretty as a poem, but i think honey should know that honey is thought of whilst doing glammy girly things :) (even if honey doesn't read this for another month or so) "take a step to the discoteque..." i actually got out of the house saturday night. so, i dreamt about that last night as well. brought back to my head were images of the 4'6" wee man trying to breakdance alongside my friend rhonda and i all night. the caterpillar is not sexy when you smell like mad dog and body odor. it's also not sexy when you can't do it and trample over people's feet. and in my head flashed many times the tongue ring of my new friend, rossetta. she can knock a booty out! but her laughter is so big and often, that that tongue piece just takes over. rosetta can breakdance. and with sexiness. so, my dream let her :) and if you've been keeping up with amy, you'll recognize the name christina. christina in my dream didn't look half as beautiful as she did saturday night. never before had i seen her in *gasp* lilac. swoon city. i wish i could look that devastating in anything, let alone the simple hue of violet. "do something pretty while you can...." so, i'm the usual hostess of the after-bar party. it was lovely since there was no one "cruising" or anything. no pulling and what-not. my dream focused on the moment when christian, rhonda, and the rest of the girls piled up on my bed while my brother nick and our friend david sat in front of us. there was just a lot of nice cuddle energy remembering. we had good heart to hearts. these are important. for one of our girls, it was her first real night out in literal years, having just come out of a very difficult relationship. she made me very glad to be single actually, and i embraced myself for it in my dream. "maybe my baby brother too, yeah...." i love my brothers. i sing that to them often. just thought i'd share that. it has bugger all to do wiff my dreams. One wordish sini-wishes: Ken ? sex Honey - time Paisley ? adatewithme Danny ? hope Fruitloop ? more! Andy Capp - #sinister ('cuz I misses you) Rachel grapenut - genderlessnesshappiness Laurel ? blisters Dahling ? legality Jay ? pictures! Sweetie ? nomoremulletjokes Jimmy g ? vibratorlessness Arturo ? horizontalist! Alan ? someonelivingunderyourbed Sammich ? stories maddie - me vodkabird - birfdaycards w gneissy - crush songles - tapes llew - giftage everyone - stuff! i'm not a kid no, 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 amy.longcore at xxx.com Tue Jan 15 02:32:33 2002 From: amy.longcore at xxx.com (amy.longcore at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 21:32:33 -0500 Subject: Sinister: would you get up and do the things you've been dreaming? Message-ID: um. where there should have been periods and hyphens and slashes and stuff, came question marks. sorry. Amy Longcore/CH/Novartis at PH@missprint.org on 01/14/2002 08:53:23 PM Please respond to Amy Longcore/CH/Novartis at PH Sent by: owner-sinister at missprint.org To: sinister at missprint.org cc: Subject: Sinister: would you get up and do the things you've been dreaming? Hello sini-bunch. I recall having dreams all night. About frolicking at my computer. It made me a bit sad that these were not dreams of happy times wiff old Friends, of a trip to the market, or the odd walk through a lovely meadow Or something sweet like that. Instead, I get me. Sitting there. Giggling like a doofus and laughing and muttering With you lot. there's more, but that was the bulk of it. I don't remember dreams like I used to. As a child I quite often lived for dreams. Even the scary ones, 'cuz the feelings they brought out were So new. The feeling of falling. Waking up crying 'cuz someone in yr Black and white dream let you down. Seeing your brother absent-mindedly Walk over a pane of glass, and dreaming about that for the next 5 nights. Imagining a whole jungle of wild animals playing on your wall while yr half-asleep, Only to wake up after shooting them all down in a dream. (I had to, my dad wouldn't do it!) So, this dream last night. I'm listening to tigermilk?. "You're just an amy, amy girl So kiss me on the cheek and then go off to sleep?" I dream about a questionnaire I filled out for a friend the other day. On my list of hates were comments about "self-involvement". So, my self-involved self is currently dreaming about myself detesting My own self-involvement. Nice. my self-involved fingers are filling out questionnaires for others, as i've yet to compile yours. nice. "I could be an ordinary person chasing honey from town to town?" I also dreamt about something else that really happened at the computer. Please forgive, was it you, tulip? Anyway, someone exclaimed on #sinister that they were/wanted to write Honey an ode or poem. And I'll be damned if I wasn't sitting in a hot bubbly tub O' water, shaving my legs, and making up little honey inspired poems in my Head just an hour before that. I know this dream was trying to help me to recall them, Because they were fabulous. Anyway, I love honey, and it's manifested into my self-involved Dreams. this may not sound as pretty as a poem, but i think honey should know that honey is thought of whilst doing glammy girly things :) (even if honey doesn't read this for another month or so) "take a step to the discoteque..." i actually got out of the house saturday night. so, i dreamt about that last night as well. brought back to my head were images of the 4'6" wee man trying to breakdance alongside my friend rhonda and i all night. the caterpillar is not sexy when you smell like mad dog and body odor. it's also not sexy when you can't do it and trample over people's feet. and in my head flashed many times the tongue ring of my new friend, rossetta. she can knock a booty out! but her laughter is so big and often, that that tongue piece just takes over. rosetta can breakdance. and with sexiness. so, my dream let her :) and if you've been keeping up with amy, you'll recognize the name christina. christina in my dream didn't look half as beautiful as she did saturday night. never before had i seen her in *gasp* lilac. swoon city. i wish i could look that devastating in anything, let alone the simple hue of violet. "do something pretty while you can...." so, i'm the usual hostess of the after-bar party. it was lovely since there was no one "cruising" or anything. no pulling and what-not. my dream focused on the moment when christian, rhonda, and the rest of the girls piled up on my bed while my brother nick and our friend david sat in front of us. there was just a lot of nice cuddle energy remembering. we had good heart to hearts. these are important. for one of our girls, it was her first real night out in literal years, having just come out of a very difficult relationship. she made me very glad to be single actually, and i embraced myself for it in my dream. "maybe my baby brother too, yeah...." i love my brothers. i sing that to them often. just thought i'd share that. it has bugger all to do wiff my dreams. One wordish sini-wishes: Ken ? sex Honey - time Paisley ? adatewithme Danny ? hope Fruitloop ? more! Andy Capp - #sinister ('cuz I misses you) Rachel grapenut - genderlessnesshappiness Laurel ? blisters Dahling ? legality Jay ? pictures! Sweetie ? nomoremulletjokes Jimmy g ? vibratorlessness Arturo ? horizontalist! Alan ? someonelivingunderyourbed Sammich ? stories maddie - me vodkabird - birfdaycards w gneissy - crush songles - tapes llew - giftage everyone - stuff! i'm not a kid no, 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 dahling007 at xxx.com Tue Jan 15 04:38:24 2002 From: dahling007 at xxx.com (stacey dahling) Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 04:38:24 +0000 Subject: Sinister: oi Message-ID: ok kiddies sorry for freaking you all out i've been awake for nearly four days straight and have finally sorted things out with this whole deportation business. and i told my parents..the scariest bit of all it will all be ok in the end, i think and hope, and perhaps even for the best. in seven days i will be in london i will spend a few weeks in the uk i will even meet my dad to take him on a tour of london. (WEIRD) i will fly to the states (r.i.) on feb. 19 i will hopefulyl stay there only until august or sept, then move to glasgow for grad school. so i will be ok. yes you can stop worrying about me now and thanks for all your emails of support and couch offers. you are saints! sorry to athenian picnic goers, and, most of all, to joanna. we had a sad exchange tonight. awww. tomorrow we go out for our last b&s night. anyway... thanks again... see you in a few months, surely, when i'm ready to kill myself at home and some of you i shall see sooner... meet-up requests? ooooh hot damn send em here MWAH! ~dahling _________________________________________________________________ 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 sleepervu at xxx.com Wed Jan 16 05:21:44 2002 From: sleepervu at xxx.com (vu sleeper) Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 23:21:44 -0600 Subject: Sinister: you're a looper References: <200201151818.SAA19552@missprint.org> Message-ID: <3C450DE8.1070307@netzero.com> i don't mean to spam anyone, but i'd like some help in some looper (uk) catalogue numbers for their two albums. anyway, if you look here: http://vu.morrissey-solo.com/looper/disc.htm and tell me what i'm missing. i'll credit anything and everything so please write. thanks :) vu ---------------------------------------------------- Sign Up for NetZero Platinum Today Only $9.95 per month! http://my.netzero.net/s/signup?r=platinum&refcd=PT97 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 mmcneil79 at xxx.com Tue Jan 15 18:43:00 2002 From: mmcneil79 at xxx.com (Madeleine McNeil) Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 18:43:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: In the city there's a thousand things Message-ID: This week marks my return to the real world after a few dreamy Christmas weeks of reading trash, eating trash and smoking far too many cigarettes. And, Good God, but the real world is a vile place to be. It's all "Do this, Madeleine! Wake up, Madeleine! Stop smoking, Madeleine! Not dressed like that you don't, Madeleine!" And that's just me shouting at myself. Imagine what other people say to me. We welcome the return of Mark Casarotto, Lord of Smut. He's always nice about me. I like that in a man. Or woman. Rachel Fruitloop said: Madeleine wrote: "Laura, I hope you realise this means I am forced to kidnap you, drive you to the Mexican border and marry you. Neither of us have any choice in the matter, I'm afraid." Where should we send the wedding pressies!? Hmm, not sure about the presents. I mean, it's not so much a wedding, more a leather-bound night of passion at the Mexican border, but if you'd like to send us gifts to celebrate, you're more than welcome. Laura would like a puppy, books and chocolate (a puppy? ewwww. twee as fuck). I'd like, you know, shiny stuff. Oh, and a hip flask, please. Belated Reporting Back: I had a very enjoyable time in London this week. Present were Sir David of Stankin, Ken, Dimitra, Jeremy, Marianna, Stevie Trousers and... erm... me. El vino did flow (Honey and Linda should notice this). El bullshit was spoken. I got lost, but happily. London's, like, dead big. So big it's almost showing off, I think. Everyone was kind and generous and amusing and charming. I got rather drunk, due to my boundless excitement every time lasties is called. Something happens to me and I go to the bar for a pint and return with a pint and a double Jack Daniels. This reflex is completely beyond my control. Ken, the host with the most, managed to entice not one but TWO girls back to his house. In Milton Keynes, no less. Milton Keynes is a town for roundabout enthuiasts everywhere. I spent a sickly few hours at MK train station, trying hard not to puke and/or run off back to Leicester. Then Ken arrived, like a dream, dressed in his business man costume and bought me a sandwich and I was ready to face the world again! I went to the British Library in London and was awed into a very rare silence. It was stunning, all gentle, low lights and reverent hush. I saw the original manuscripts of Seamus Heaney's poetry and Jane Eyre by a Bronte (I always forget which one wrote what) and Ulysses by James Joyce. And the library is so HUGE, it took my breath away and made me long for the day that I am a real librarian. All the quiet and soft lighting and books books books as far as the eye can see. Although that's not very far at the moment, as I am beginning to suspect I need specs. I spent much time in London squinting at things and looking even more touristy than I normally do. Thanks to Helen McLean (and Jim) for my Christmas parcel, which arrived this morning. It's wonderful! Fluffy dice are now hanging above my head as I listen to my mix tape and make rude words with my magnetic letters. Kyla wrote an interesting post, and others on the same subject have given me things to think about. Not reached any conclusions, though. I suppose I should have some sort of definitive stance on the subject, given that I've had a girlfriend for the past 2 and a half years, but I don't. I don't feel comfortable with labels, although sometimes I wander whether this is because I don't feel comfortable with what I am being labelled as (with what I am being labelled). Amy's post about her brother was thoughtful and moving. She knows how much I liked it. Ah, God, this is not good today. Apologies all round. Love Madeleine xxxx _________________________________________________________________ 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 opaline_moon at xxx.com Tue Jan 15 18:18:46 2002 From: opaline_moon at xxx.com (caleb ben moore) Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 10:18:46 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: "thats where the doctor told me the thermometer goes....." Message-ID: <20020115181846.57631.qmail@web13804.mail.yahoo.com> hey sinisters yes i know its been awhile, and you've all suffered in my absence. but you'll be pleased as peas to know that i've suffered greatly in my absence as well. i was ill. strep throat. dear lord, it was so so completely awful. i had a fever of almost 105F, and my throat was so swollen and stinging that i could barely swallow anything and when i did it felt like i was being stabbed with knives in my throat. so i didnt drink anything for a day and half. the doctor looked at me and told me that if i didnt choke down a few liters of fluid i'd have to be hospitalized for dehydration. my whole body felt like a broken heart, all trembling and achey. i couldnt move cause it hurt, i couldnt hold still cause it hurt. so anyway, now, a week later, after alot of antibiotics and trashy daytime TV and long hot hot baths, i'm feeling as good as new. so the moral of that lesson is to go to the doctor at the first signs of strep and not when your throat glands are so swollen that you can barely talk. AND! dont attempt to mix vicks chloraseptic and soda, even in tiny amounts. it tastes right nasty. other than that things have been peachy. i DID send off the Rachels mixtape last week to AMY LONGCORE of Michigan. i hope she got it. its shaping up to be a good tape indeed. i sincerely apologize for my idleness in making my contribution to it, but i'm confident that young Mr. Chu will find my selections goodly. recent music purchases: papas fritas,goldfrapp, volumes two and three of "beat at cinecitta"(italian film music from the 60's-70's), the "waking life" soundtrack, the new Lambchop rarities disc, and some others i cant recall at the moment. films: Focus, Shadow of the Vampire(i loved this film), The Road Home, Pollock, and others. i rented alot while i was sick. i was listening to the radio the other day and they played a song that i liked, but i didnt catch the name of the band. the dj said that it was a band made up of members of belle and sebastian and the delgados and mogwai some other bands........do any of you know who this band might be? i dont know if its older or what. so.......yeah. thats it. ----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 lolamonnet at xxx.com Tue Jan 15 15:33:36 2002 From: lolamonnet at xxx.com (Lola Monnet) Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 16:33:36 +0100 Subject: Sinister: let me close my eyes and lie invisible, perhaps the clouds will pass through me Message-ID: hello. so many amazing people, all so far away. i like reading all of the stories of the romance affairs that you all seem to have. i am happy to see that you all seem so happy together, although sometimes i become a little bit jealous of you, i wish i can get the bravery to also travel to so far away for a glimer of hope, as i can't even bring up the courage to tell a boy that i like him. and now, he is with a girl, but she is very beautiful, and so i am happy for him, in my mind, at least. in my heart everytime they kiss it is like an arrow flying through. is there an anti cupid that exists in order to use his arrows to tarnish broken hearts? maybe i should become more brave, or careless at least. in the past i always had to make sure, to make sure that he is perfect for me, but i never do. all i ever do is procrastinate and by the time i feel ready, when their blemishs become their personalities, they would fly away, when they've found the perfect girl, or, just disappear without a trace. another year, but it doesn't mean much to me anymore. i don't mind being celibate for another year, but maybe i should. i remember in a song, a girl said "the best shield is to accept the pain, then what can really destroy me". maybe she's right. lola. _________________________________________________________________ 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 boyincorduroy at xxx.com Tue Jan 15 10:18:55 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 10:18:55 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Come back from Val d'Isere, it can't be all that snowy Message-ID: <20020115101855.67925.qmail@web10408.mail.yahoo.com> A Ken Chu dream! I don't know, back on sinister for 24 hours and already I'm fantasising about our very own first-achieving, DDR-reigning, ten-pin-dominating smut princess. I was playing football with some rough lads, only to remember I had to lock up the pavilion before I went home. So I trotted over, shut all the windows, and went into the back room to do the same. There, lurking behind the blind, I found Mr Chu, who was very miffed that the rough boys hadn't wanted to play football with him. Outside it was snowing. A pair of blue tits outside my window are occasionally flying up from their tree to scrape on the pane. Is this a Snow White moment, or something more akin to Hitchcock? Do you think Neil says saucy things to shock us twee ickle munchkins? I do. Bad Neil. Right, breakfast. I shall have two yoghurts, and foment (ferment?) my plan for the day. It involves going to Sainsburys, I know that much, and I may well find myself looking for a bigger-than-50cc scooter. Time flies when you're avoiding the job centre. Cheerio, Mark xxx p.s. thanks to everyone who responded to my plea yesterday. Who knows, I may even write back! __________________________________________________ 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 pykachu100 at xxx.com Tue Jan 15 10:25:12 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 10:25:12 +0000 Subject: Sinister: kenny's having dreams Message-ID: (oops, i just read amy's post and it's also about dreams and it's better than mine but i've typed it now I might as well post it) Hello, The past three nights I've been having dreams. Proper dreams, not daydreams or dreams about one day my little children growing up in a world where even overly sensible boys can get the girl he wants. Blockbuster dreams they were, too, sometimes they had a plot (though seemingly ad-hoc ones) and sometimes explosions too. Dirty Dream #1 My dirty dream number one was a western movie, me being unsophisticated (and vain?), most of my dreams have myself as the main character. So obviously I was the young villiage sheriff, the scene entered in the middle of a crossfire between a gang of evil people and the sheriff, the sheriff's "mentor" type person with a girl the sheriff was protecting. The sheriff killed off lots of the gang but was eventually overcome by the gang's firepower. The chief of the gang pointed his gun towards the sheriff's heart, which was pumping like mad. Then BANG! or rather, CLICK, as he had run out of bullets, the sheriff, quick minded, kicked the gang chief down and they ran. Mindlessly running they ended up in this abandoned house which was to be their refuge. Sheriff and the girl went into a room to hide and hid underneath a blanket on a bed, they could hear the gang rummaging through the house and they just cuddled underneath the covers to stay still. Eventually the two hot-blooded youths couldn't contain their passion for each other and the screen faded out. The scene fades back in, the sheriff wakes up, feeling rather good about himself and the gang seemed to have gone. He and the girl got out of the house to find his mentor lying in a pool of blood. Whilst he was givin' his girl hot lovin' the gang found his mentor and blew him into shreds. Anger, guilt, self-hatred. Then I woke up. Dirty Dream #2 Dirty dream number two was just bizarre, me and all my university friends all found ourselves one night with superhuman powers: we could jump high, run fast, and everything, but all we ever did all night with our powers were to go shopping in a late night mall in the hunt for a playstation 2. We ran through the whole mall to look at every single shop, the mall by the way was huge, so huge, it had tube trains running through it. The memories for this dream was more vague but a memorable part was when the 7 of us split up into three groups to have a race, to see who can get down to the bottom floor the quickest. One group to take the lift, one to take the escalator and one to take the stairs (remember we are talking people who can run at the speed of sound). My group took the lift, but what happned eventually was that none of the other two groups can be bothered and they ran stairs/took escalator for a while then gave up, and joined the lift halfway through - superhumans can be lazy too... Dirty Dream #3 This one started off with me having a meal in a posh Chinese restaurant (a common occurance in my dreams), I was eating with some family but it was very dull so eventaully I sneaked out and escaped through the back door. As I jumped into my car I found this girl I had a crush on when I was 14 at the passinger seat (she's chinese too), and so we started driving away and we ended up in our old school. For some reason we decided to sing "Imitations of life" by REM and there was a bit where Michael Stipe goes "this lightning storm this tidal wave this hurricane I'm not afraid..etc", we started singing along, and as we were shouting out all these natural disasters, the images of them would appear in front of our eyes! Suddenly the girl shouted Tornado! And I said "Tornado? That's not in the song..." and then she pointed forwards: there was actually a tornado - a real one, not just an image - except the tornado looked very cartoony it consisted of loads of thick white spinning discs one on top of another. We decided to chase it, but I had my doubts, suddenly, I spotted the top spinning disc was flying off the tornado, and into our general direction! It was huge! and it looked like a UFO, it flew over our school and i ducked and she ducked, it looked as if it's gonna hit the ground any time soon. I covered my ears as the explosion happened behind us, but no matter how tightly I covered them I could hear the thunderous sound and seconds later an incinerating shockwave knocked me forwards and i was on the floor, wondering when it would be over. And then I woke up and turned off the alarm clock. That was all. Quotey bit. Rachel Grapenut said: >>as I- a bisexual ... But its terribly frustrating to love all your friends in a way that none of them ever love you.<< Love your friends in a way that none of them ever love you ey.. have I just diagnosed myself as bisexual? Well at least in my dreams the girls love me back, despite seeming always having an unhappy ending! Dreams and Red Bulls (these aren't words that go together well?) 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 john88john88 at xxx.com Tue Jan 15 18:18:44 2002 From: john88john88 at xxx.com (John John) Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 18:18:44 +0000 Subject: Sinister: pass the parcel & milkshakes Message-ID: Boo I was walking down the road with my friends at lunchtime, like any other lunchtime. I don�t know what the conversation was about, probably something daft like sillybilly names for our children, and I noticed one of my friends turn his head round so he could look backwards. He looked forward straight away again, with indifference, and my heart stopped� I knew what the indifference would have been about. When I looked back myself, I saw a seagull lying on the pavement, right next to the road. I was so scared it had broken something. He was shivering, and I tiptoed right up to him after giving my friends my bag, but he was in complete shock, and could not even bring together the strength to try and defend itself against me. I picked it up gently, but my head was too full of sorrow to think straight. I didn�t know what I was going to do with him; I couldn�t take him back to school, but my heart was breaking in the thought of leaving him to try and fend for himself, when he could barely move. My friend came up to me and told me I couldn�t do anything about it. I still had him in my hands, and I was trying to give it as much warmth as I could in a sort of cuddle, but I couldn�t do it forever. I walked slowly across the pavement, past the grass, and into the unused field. I padded a bit of the long grass down, tried to dry it, and gently placed the poor gull down. By then he seemed to trust me, because he tried to make him easy for me to do whatever I had to do for him, yet I had to leave him. I walked away, without looking back, and continued up to my school sombrely. I couldn�t do more for him. I couldn�t go down the same road again for a long while, because I would have broken down if he was still there shivering, or lying there dead, or he could have flown away. Of course the latter is what I wanted, but the chances of it happening were very small, especially since it was very very cold. Things that you have no control over, and will have a sad ending really break my heart. Maybe I take the likely death of a seagull far too close to my heart, but there are other things that will end in tears that I know I have a say in though. I decided just the other night that I will definitely be leaving home after the summer to uni, if I have the chance to, and against the will of some of my family. My mother has been using every trick she can to try and convince me to stay, with emotional blackmail being the main weapon. Just a wee while ago though, she said my sister will even be crying. That really hit hard, because my mother � or my sister � don�t know how much I missed my sister when she moved out, even if only a few miles away. I used to get the impression my sister was indifferent about living away from her wee brother, and wow, my sister will miss me. I think I�m homesick already. johnjohn xx _________________________________________________________________ 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 stoutrobin at xxx.com Tue Jan 15 13:46:07 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 13:46:07 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I love your love action Message-ID: Hello. I often think I can't join in much with musical debates because I don't know much, but today I�ll have a go. Musical taste's a funny thing isn't it? I don't often get into discussions about whether one song's better than another or one band better than another because it's not a terribly scientific thing. You like something or you don't. You can explain why you like something, but unless someone else feels what it makes you feel they're not going to get it. Well, Joe's made me realise that "toss" wasn�t a hugely helpful way to describe Legal Man, so I think I should say some more. I think most people on this list have had their "Oh dear, they've really lost it this time" moment with one record or another. Idleberry thought it about the latest single, others have said it before, especially with Fold Your Hands... A lot have left this list because of it. Well my moment was Legal Man. I tried to like it at first, but it just wasn't going to happen. I'm not saying it's a dreadful song, but it's the fact that they released it as their first single and played it on Top of the Pops and it's now the only B+S song you're likely to hear in indie clubs that I don't like. Those things should have happened to another song. It's become like Common People is to Pulp, I suppose, but Common People's a great song too. I like the last two singles a lot more, though. I think they're a different band these days, but they're still pretty groovy. P U On the subject of L P I think I must be missing something. I've spoken to a few people who think the album's great. So I'll keep listening to it and see if it hits me. At the moment I just don't think it's so charming as their other stuff. The list smut-o-meter�s almost bursting with sauce at the moment. Maybe it�s because of all these long nights we�re having. Richard �broke his berry� on New Years Eve >I'd applied a bit too much pressure, and one of his eyeballs made a squishy >noise and, well, >popped out... Cripes! Casarotto (the smut-o-meter creaks and whimpers at the sound of that name) saw "a pair of blue tits outside my window..." Lucky you, Mark, but you know it�s her own fault, she really should have been wearing a vest at this time of year... CHU said >Does he have twin exhaust pipes (with a hole drilled in for extra >noise) >and big fuckoff spoilers and air vents on the bonnet cover and >a >"go-faster" strip and under chassis neon lighting and a big KENWOOD > >sticker at the back window? No, but he has a big Kenwood Chef on the back seat in case he fancies some mashed potato. Er, I think I�ll just go away now. By the way, Belle and Sebastian have a new album out soon. I�m quite excited about this, aren�t you? X 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 mailben at xxx.com Tue Jan 15 13:23:26 2002 From: mailben at xxx.com (mailben at xxx.com) Date: 15 Jan 2002 05:23:26 -0800 Subject: Sinister: folly of a boys empty mind Message-ID: <20020115132326.20040.cpmta@c014.snv.cp.net> An embedded and charset-unspecified text was scrubbed... Name: not available URL: From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Tue Jan 15 10:37:23 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 10:37:23 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: A favour Message-ID: <20020115103723.70211.qmail@web10408.mail.yahoo.com> Ooh - I forgot to add in my last post that I have a favour to ask of you all. Could any listees (preferably London/UK based, but not essential) who will be celebrating a 21st or 30th birthday this year please let me know off list? It could be in your best interests :-) Thank you very much! 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 h.brown6 at xxx.uk Wed Jan 16 11:44:52 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 11:44:52 +0000 Subject: Sinister: 1,2,3,4, take the elevator! Message-ID: <3C4567B4.97408CAC@camb.linst.ac.uk> hello there, Is it my imagination or are there millions of new people arriving at the moment. Brilliant, it's like being at a party that is doing ok and then a big group of people turning up with booze and cake (sort of). Hello to you all. Welcome back Mark C, if you need some extra cash you can come round to mine and do some cleaning, or cooking OR you could act as a human alarm and jump on my belly in the morning until i am out of bed. Getting up is so hard to do, if i had my way i would stay in bed all day. John John's post was quite sweet. When i was about 8 a baby bird fell out of its nest and there were all these ants trying to eat it, i got distressed and cried so my mum broke the fucker's neck and everything was fine after that. James Alexander Jackson, i take my hat off, very impressive little attatchment. Being a graphic design student, i should be brilliant at that stuff but i'm not. Still, i'm having website lessons next week so watch out! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH, me bought records yesterday and all on lovely vinyl. I got Mercury Rev, Boards Of Cananda, KOC remix album and the White Stripes which, when i got it home, found out that it is a beautiful clear red colour MMMMMMMM, nice. um, i've suddenly lost the will to type and feel the need for a chocolate muffin so i will depart. Just a reminder that it is valentine's day soonish, oh horray, lets all joint hands and sing in celebration. tiny hannah +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 16 14:05:29 2002 From: LilGrape25 at xxx.com (LilGrape25 at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 09:05:29 EST Subject: Sinister: Does it come from skies above? Message-ID: <177.2329e82.2976e2a9@aol.com> Dear Sinister, My posts come in waves. First, I'll lurk for a while, then I'll suddenly feel this innner need to post, and continue to do so frequently for a few weeks, until I just run out of things to say... On the subject of kids, which is what my last post was on, I saw my little brother's classes' production on Oliver last night, and it made me so happy. Not that I particularly like Oliver, but the kids were trying so hard, and some of them who I've known for years and years were really good. William, my brother, (funny that a rachel and a william should be siblings, consitering the current friendly feud) played Bill Phychs, the really really evil guy who kills Nancy. Boy was he evil! Something weird has been going on with him and I getting evil parts, as the last production I was on was Jesu Christ Superstar, in which I was the very soldier who whipped Jesus 39 times and then assisted in crusifying him. Man, did I hate that part! The director, who particularly likes me, asked me about a week before the show went up if I would like to do it. It was an honor because I'd already performed in the number of plays that summer that they usually allow campers to be in, but I r! eally didn't like it at all! Th ey made me wear a lot of heavy make-up, and for the dress rehearsal and show made me put it on around 3 o'clock for an 8:30 show! I couldn't really do anything because it would smear my makeup and the costume designer, a really meanie, would yell at me. So I wandered around camp in my full out goth outfit, (they had "modernized" JCS so it had kind of a rave vibe and all the soldiers were evil goth women, kind of weird but it turned out cool) face white with black eyes and lips, hair dyed black and put up in the weirdest way you could imagine, all braided and twisted. The worst was the day of the show, which was the last day of camp so all the parents were walking around, and everyone was staring at me, and my mother didn't recognize me! wah! Anyway, as I was saying long, long ago, my brother's play was really good. He's a talented kid. The boy who played Oliver was the sweetest thing ever, even though in real life he's kind of annoying. When he sang "where is love" so sweetly and nicely... I saw his father, who was sitting in the row behind me, crying. It made me cry. Now I'm at school. irk. I have 15 minutes until class and no mail to read. why do ya'll have to post when I actually have things to do? 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 pykachu100 at xxx.com Wed Jan 16 14:45:27 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 14:45:27 +0000 Subject: Sinister: i'm waking up to ubscarscabs (B&S NEW ALBUM INFO!) Message-ID: I've worked out the other day what the new B&S album is going to be called, and it's gonna be called: "Unused bags should be kept away from small children to prevent suffocation" Okay, I was bored at work the other day, so I listed out the initials of all 4 of B&S's previous albums and here's what I found: T 1 letter (1x1) I Y F S 4 letters (2x2) T B W T A S 6 letters (2x3) F Y H C Y W L A P 9 letters (3x3) therefore, the next album's title will be 12 letters long (3x4). Now, if you read the above carefully, the first letters of the four albums spells out "TITF". It is obvious that the band intends to eventually release 9 albums in total, in order to spell out "TIT FUCKER" with the initials of their album titles. So the next album (coming out in early spring!) will begin with the letter "U". Now look at the second letters of the list above.. it spells "YBY", obviously, it makes no sense, UNTIL all the albums come out.. for it is meant to spell "YBYBYBYB" which would look very pretty.. the next letter in line is "B" There we have it, the next album title is gonna be 12 words long, and starts with U... B...., and since there's only one sentance you can ever make with 12 words with initials "U... B... something" the new album will be called. "Unused Bags Should Be Kept Away From Small Children To Prevent Suffocation" UBSBKAFSCTPS - better get used to it guys.. oh and we need to make up a catchy pronounciation for it too... how about UBSCARSCAPS? Ubscarscaps and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: Can't wait for UBSCARSCAPS to come out in early spring! I wonder what colour will the album cover be _________________________________________________________________ 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 daftpunk at xxx.au Wed Jan 16 18:30:58 2002 From: daftpunk at xxx.au (Kin Woo) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 02:30:58 +0800 (WST) Subject: Sinister: part 2: (of Aussie listee's plea:)) Anyone for Trash? other clubs? Message-ID: <1011205858.3c45c6e2458b0@nonsecure.uwa.edu.au> hiya again:) Sorry for 2 emails in such quick succession, but sent off last email forgetting to write about this. This kinda relates to the more club-oriented Sinisterinies in London anyway:) Could London listees please recommend some excellent clubs to me? Was supposed to check out Embassy Bar in Islington cos some Warp DJ's were playing but err didn't. (friend got sick) Am really hoping to check out Fabric this Friday (James Lavelle, Stanton Warriors) but will see what my friend (also from Australia) has to say. If not, mebbe 93feeteast (Aphex Twin, leila) will be good? Any suggestions of any cool clubs to check out??? Was sad to have missed Heavenly New Year social, that woulda been ace! Also, does anyone know when the next Basement Jaxx Rooty session will be? Any when and where??? While really don't mind checkin' out gigs by myself, clubs is an entirely different matter. That is definitely more of a group thing and am sad I don't have my err 'posse' here with me:) If any London listees wouldn't mind recommending some clubs (and p'raps meeting me even?:)), I'd be so tremendously grateful. Last time I was in London ('99) didn't get to check out any clubs and am determined to rectify that this time:) I'm told Trash at The End on Monday nights is very good (indie disco eclectic mix). Has any listee checked it out and what is the general consensus on it??? Would be ace to meet some listees there at Trash? Finally, what are some cool (as in interesting and great vibe as opposed to pretentious) bars to check out??? Alright then, any other clubs, art exhibitions, happenings in general that would be cool to check out in the next few weeks, let me know ok hope to hear from some of you guys soon 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 india_claire at xxx.com Wed Jan 16 20:45:53 2002 From: india_claire at xxx.com (elise j. spry) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 12:45:53 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: posessed!! Message-ID: <20020116204553.26106.qmail@web20202.mail.yahoo.com> Hey Y'all, How is everyone? Good, good. Jimmy and I have been watching a lot of BBC videos lately (Dr. Who, Ultraviolet) and I find that I�m starting this awful habit where I talk with a fake british accent. Does this happen to people from other countries when you watch american TV? I hope Jim isn�t getting sick of it, in fact I�m really wishing he�ll find it amusing and charming. (do you, darling?) Ken Chu is a delicious Chinese dumpling. He told me so himself. I was on #sinister last night, and I got rather carried away expressing my opinion of The Real World. I�d just like to apologise to any Real World or MTV fans I may have offended. I was momentarily possessed my one of my former personalities whom I thought I�d eradicated long ago. The extra bitchy, judgmental one. Anyway, sorry. Tooting One's Own Horn Section: If any one of you needs some interior decorating advice, just email me offlist. I gave some hints to out little Sean for his first apartment and he says they are ace. He's going to buy me a soft, fuzzy pink hat with attached ears in return. I also dog- and house-sit, at least I'm about to for the first time next month. I really hope nothing goes wrong, cos it's for someone who I work with!! I think the main objective is Not To Lose The Dog. It's back to work for me now. Stay Sinister!! Love and leather trousers, Lisey __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in Yahoo! Mail! http://promo.yahoo.com/videomail/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 16 22:14:18 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 22:14:18 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: 5 days without alcohol In-Reply-To: <200201161959.TAA05700@missprint.org> Message-ID: <20020116221418.63125.qmail@web10404.mail.yahoo.com> Well hello. Much time has been spent on #sinister today, which is becoming rather a nice habit to sink back into (who needs a job after all?). I complained thereon about the price of courgettes, which Ken tells me is because water is v expensive at the moment. I am quite happy to buy dried courgettes for a fraction of the price, as my tap water is paid for by direct debit so it may as well be free. Hannah, I'm certainly up for being paid to leap on people's stomachs, though sadly the likely hours of such a profession aren't too appealing. Having said that, if the wages are good enough... Few things happen in a day at home, which keeps interesting chatter to a minimum. I don't do a very good line in philosophising about everything and nothing (unless you get me pissed), and it's now late in the day. Still, I thought I'd pop by and say g'night, and ask people to send me any fantastic dieting recipes they may have. There's an extra stone hanging down from my belly, and I'm not talking about my legendarily oversized man-bits. 'til tomorrow then, 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 mozkid at xxx.com Thu Jan 17 04:29:49 2002 From: mozkid at xxx.com (Ernie Sanchez) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 20:29:49 -0800 Subject: Sinister: there's an angel treading on my dreams... Message-ID: Hello everyone! It�s been a while since I posted. Not that anyone remembers me, I only posted twice and my emails weren�t memorable. However, although the rest of my life around doesn�t seem to be going along so well (the paranoia because of a threat of layoffs at work *hopefully layoff doesn�t have a different meaning to any non-Americans, it sounds like something Archel would be into, if the smutty accusations are true*, a cancelled trip to San Francisco to see Sleater-Kinney play with Aislers Set which was truly heartbreaking, and my credit card number being stolen online and used for pornographic websites on the internet), I thought I should do something positive and write to Sinister. First, I would like to announce my divorce from the Wills team, due to �irreconcilable differences� (in true divorce style, well, at least in America). I will no longer be involved in the mix tape challenge. It was great to be a Will, hope this doesn�t cause panic within the Wills United structure (it the Wills even exist). Of course we can �still be friends.� Just the lack of �activity� and the fact that I�m cheating on the Wills team already by preparing solo mixes for other people has forced me to reconsider my relationship with the Wills. A sad departure, although I think that I�ll keep the Cloves surname for now. I saw a strange thing the other day. My local library has various posters throughout the building, of celebrities holding a book and pretending to be reading. They have lame slogans such as "get caught reading" in order to encourage people to read. I doubt that seeing a photograph of Rosie O'Donnell holding a book would encourage me to read, but strangely one of the posters in the series is of Michael Bolton. Not that I was inspired, but after seeing this poster, I read "Pride and Prejudice" the next day. In other news, glad to know that Rachel Fruitloop and Ben Apps had such a wonderful time together! Being one of the few listees who has met Rachel in person, she was so nice and I�m looking forward to hearing more about them. ***Southern California listees*** With Storytelling coming out in LA next Friday, we should have another meetup soon! I�ll bring along some B&S videotapes if we stay in the film watching mood. *** Ok, this post has just been full of random thoughts, but I will post again on Sinister soon, to give a list of songs that B&S haven�t performed live. Would anybody be interested in such a list? Of course, it may not be completely accurate, but perhaps we can begin a campaign to see �Beyond the Sunset� performed live... or maybe not. Alright, I should go now. To anybody that has read this far, congratulations, and I�m sorry for my lack of writing skill. Perhaps with more reading, I will aspire to be list crush-worthy. Cheers, Ernie Cloves _________________________________________________________________ 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 mozkid at xxx.com Thu Jan 17 04:34:13 2002 From: mozkid at xxx.com (Ernie Sanchez) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 20:34:13 -0800 Subject: Sinister: oops... Message-ID: I didn't realize that I titled everybody's favorite song as "Beyond the Sunset" instead of "Beyond the Sunrise." My apologies to anybody that has been offended, hopefully I don't feel the wrath of Sinister. Honestly though, I really do like that song. Am I the sole Sinister listee who does? Cheers, Ernie Cloves _________________________________________________________________ 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 blind_lisa at xxx.com Wed Jan 16 16:30:10 2002 From: blind_lisa at xxx.com (Rachel fruitloop) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 08:30:10 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: i'm waking up to ubscarscabs (B&S NEW ALBUM INFO!) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020116163010.56683.qmail@web20210.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Sinister! Ken Chu wrote: "I've worked out the other day what the new B&S album is going to be called, and it's gonna be called: "Unused bags should be kept away from small children to prevent suffocation" Brilliant deduction Ken! Then Ken wrote: "It is obvious that the band intends to eventually release 9 albums in total, in order to spell out "TIT FUCKER" with the initials of their album titles." I have used my years of graphic design expertice to conclude that B&S are not really trying to spell out "TIT FUCKER" with the first letters of all of their albums, but "TIT FUCKER KEN". In Ken's P.S., he wonders what color the next album cover will be. UBSBKAFSCTPS will be orange. I suspect that there will be a total of 12 B&S albums released so that they can fully utilize all primary, secondary and tertiary colors of the color wheel. Look: T=blue IYFS=red TBWTAS=green FYHCYWLAP=yellow UBSBKAFSCTPS=orange CY?=violet KB?=yellow-green EY?=red-violet RB?=blue-green KY?=yellow-orange EB?=red-orange NY?=blue-violet Now, I expect you all (Ken!) to get to work and figure out what the titles of the remaining 7 future B&S albums will be called! I can't help you on the number of words in the titles, that's Ken the maths guy's department. I can't wait until UBERSCARS is released this spring! love, Rachel fruitloop __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in Yahoo! Mail! http://promo.yahoo.com/videomail/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 16 18:22:25 2002 From: LilGrape25 at xxx.com (LilGrape25 at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 13:22:25 EST Subject: Sinister: i'm waking up to ubscarscabs (B&S NEW ALBUM INFO!) Message-ID: <10e.ad006f4.29771ee1@aol.com> There seems to be a flaw in ken's calculations, as it is unbelievable clear, even with only my partial high school education, that the number of words of belle and sebastian titles must be a pyramid, as there are 11 of them. Thus they would be the following amount of letters long: 1 (1x1) 4 (2x2) 6 (2x3) 9 (3x3) 12 (3x4) 16 (4x4) 16 12 9 6 4 1 This would make the title of the Belle and Sebastian retrospective Pyramid. The album cover would feature all primary, secondary and tertiary colors, and the one new song they recorded for it would be called Tit Fucker Ken. And now, I give you the complete titles of Belle and Sebastian albums T=Tigermilk IYFS=If you're feeling sinister TBWTAS=The boy with the arab strap FYHCYWLAP=Fold your hands, child, you walk like a peasant UBSBKAFSCTPS=ununused bags should be kept away from small children to prevent suffrocation CYFSMSFILCLFSMES=changing yarns for sweaters makes sally fall in love, changing love for sally makes everyone sad. KBYRKBMYGAPSFTGOTN= Kick butt, young robot, kick butt! Make your gears and programers smile for the good of the nation EYBDAVTACBMS=Every young boy deserves a visit to a circus, bring me soon! RBADIAWCD= Red Ballons are drifting, it a windy, cloudy day.. KYASYS=Kick your arse, Shine your shoe EBLT= Each beloved little thing NY=NEUWYORK (one word to fit all the requirements already specified by ken and Rachel) And thats it! This is certainly a fun game. love, Rachel +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Wed Jan 16 19:59:04 2002 From: JENOWL22 at xxx.com (JENOWL22 at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 14:59:04 EST Subject: Sinister: The Impending Spider of Wonder and Grateness Message-ID: Hewwo, Guess what? You'll never believe it. It's the best thing in the whole world bar nothing. Guess what my mum says I can have...? A spider (!). How grate is that? I love spiders. I've loved them since I was six and I had a little garden spider in a jar and its name was Lucky the Magic Spider and it did tricks and it crawled up one of my sleeves and out the other. It lived in a jamjar with its friend which was a worm called violet (because I call everything Violet. It's my favourite name to call things). But then one day he vanished. My brother says the worm ate him but I know what really happened. See Lucky decided he didn't like flatsharing because Violet drank all the milk in the fridge and never hoovered, so he used his magic powers to turn himself invisible and he let himself out the backdoor with one of those bundles on a stick that had two cheese sandwiches and a bottle of ribena (spider size) and he went off to have adventures in my back garden where he continues to live a long happy life, possibly with another girl spider. My mum says why do I want a spider, shouldn't I get a little furry thing like a hamster. But there are enough people in the world to look after hamsters. More people need to buy pets that not everyone likes. In fact, people should always buy stuff thats old or worn or a bit lopsided or not as pretty as other things, to love it and give it a home. If you only buy things that are nice is like going out with a posse girl. She's nice and all, to look at and stuff, and the more you pay for her the nicer she'll be to you, but she's never going to love you like someone who's scruffy. Or something. I don't know. Johnjohn's post was nice. It reminded me of the time I found a baby bird that was injured and it hopped off the bush it was on and into my hand and it pecked at my gummi bears then died. It couldn't have been more like an episode of that really old program and the theme tune was about a tree that got struck by lightning. It went like "down in the meadow where the wind grows free in the middle of a field stands the lightning tree, it's limbs all torn from the day it was born for the tree was born in a thunder storm" and there was a farm in it. I liked the lightning tree because it was cool. It never gave up no matter what. Even though it got hit by lightning the second it came into the world it never thought "I'll just curl up and be bitter." or "I'll just die". It wanted to grow and stretch out, even though it grew up and people thought it was odd and ugly and different it never stopped thinking the world was magical and special and that there was a place for it somewhere. I've got a friend who moans about his life all the time. He's always complaining about being fat, or loud or too soft with women or how some girl doesn't fancy him. But he never does anything to change himself even though he's not happy. He just comes in and sits down and mopes and wallows like a big depressed hippopotamus and he goes on the internet all the time instead of going out and seeing the world with all the trees and the flowers and the electrical pylons that look like space age castles for chess people and it mokes me off. In my next life I'm planning on being a tapdancer. It's probably a handy skill. I wanted to be a cheerleader but when I was the right age for it I was too obese and now I'm just too old. I don't feel old though. And I don't have any wrinkles yet even though I made it to a whole 16 years. But I do have some cool scars. Wanna see? 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 staralful at xxx.com Wed Jan 16 22:33:23 2002 From: staralful at xxx.com (staralful -) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 22:33:23 +0000 Subject: Sinister: you could say he is barking up the wrong bush/ohh and any parisian listees Message-ID: Dear All I hope this finds you all in fine form. I personally am rather stressed out with school etc- I think they call it final year blues or something like that. Homework is a bugger isn�t it? No sooner do you catch up on it all than you get more of it and then you have to study some-Four more months I hear my teachers say-frankly I believe I am buggered but enough about me lets talk about you. I have been enjoying the posts recently. I only really started reading the list properly again recently cos I go through stages of being bored-not necessarily with posts in particular but more with the bother of reading them all thoroughly- but that is all over and done with now and I can get back to enjoying them once more. Hmmm I suppose I should really get some content in- hmm can I just say they are great and leave it at that and that I really really really really like them and their newish single. I heard camera obscura the other night over my rather dodgy real player and thought they sounded rather groovy. Ahhh so we are into day 16 of the � saga and may I say that I for one really support it. It smells nice and looks nice and the old punt is now in its new role of recyled toilet paper which is where it should be . ( although I will miss James Joyce staring at me from the ₤10 note. I am reading this incredible book at the moment called tales of American life edited by Paul Auster and may I recommend it to everyone. It is a collection of about 160 different stories written by normal American folk about their lives under the headings of love death war meditations slapstick strangers etc etc and so forth. It is quite sentimental which surprised me as I am quite an unsentimental person and so I don�t quite know why I liked this book so. Right are they any listees in Paris or who have lived there or know it quite well cos I am in the midst of planning a trip there ( tickets and time out guide already in the bag as is accommodation) and my travelling companions and I would like to know the slightly off beat places to hang out because although we plan for all the touristy things We also want inbetween that and apartment hunting for my brother a nice place to hang out in the evenings either a club bar or coffee house to keep our minds off the fact that when we return we have to face our finals (me school and two college finals) so if anyone can be of assistance then please email me here at staralful at hotmail.com Right I suppose I should go really Thanks for your time and I remain your humble and obedient servant ******* staralful ******** icq # 147545806 "Are you calling Mr Simpson a liar?"-----" Not exactly -but we do have this fottage of him with his pants on fire" _________________________________________________________________ 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 halighhalou at xxx.com Wed Jan 16 23:15:49 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 17:15:49 -0600 Subject: Sinister: murder was the case that they gave me Message-ID: hello sinister. first. an epigraph. "so, is she or isn't she?" "is she or isn't she what?" "a phony." "i don't know. i don't think so." "you don't think so, huh? well, you're wrong. she is. on the other hand, you're right, because she's a real phony. you know why? because she honestly believes all that phony junk she believes in." (end of epigraph. beginning of. something.) i always used to think college would be how it is in the movies. i thought the whole shebang would look like strung together scenes from, i don't know, good will hunting and dead poets society and even that horrible with honors, starring brendan frasier as a non-neanderthal man. i think i secretly hoped, too, for a bit of dazed and confused and a splash of saved by the bell: the college years action. i wanted autumn-colored campuses and pretty, intelligent people writing papers and reciting poetry and falling in love and somewhere in between all that wise poignancy finding out what life is really supposed to be about. and then. i came to college. you don't always get what you want, i guess. what i have instead is a sparse gray concrete campus with bare trees and a metropolitan border of cornfields and flat roads. i have the frat boy who cooked me and my roommate dinner in exchange for the stocking cap i bought my ex-kind-of-boyfriend. i have roaches. i have i have i have well. i don't know if i have anything i want. or wanted. there are times, i have found, of some kind of etheral disruption, where the feeling of sudden displacement is inevitable and unexpected and inexplicable while still being both terrifying and delicious. i have always prided myself on being one of those who spent a large part of her life searching for herself, and successfully found something that might in some way equate to a complete, satisfying sense or knowledge of self. and suddenly, in these last few days of displacement, i think i may have been deluding myself a bit. i am lost. again. or maybe still. are all my posts like this? maybe. maybe that's a product of whatever it is that is wrong with the way things are. i used to be a big-time geek. and i liked it. because even if i hadn't been the happiest of girls all the time, i was me. not who everyone wanted me to be or thought i should be. and eventually, as i got older, i realized that people were always trying to fit me neatly into some such category or other. and around the end of my sophomore year of high school, i got pissed off and wrote. and ran in the high school newspaper exactly why i shouldn't have to be categorized, and just why such categories were bunk to begin with. i think the bulk of it consisted of why cheerleaders were not so something, after all. i spent the rest of my high school year belittling, i've heard, so-called things that some people allegedly loved or cared about. like fights in the hallway and tube tops and whatnot. and i knew the smiles and the popularity i gained were fake, and i liked it. because i could get through the day, then, knowing that everyone watched and wondered and never really quite knew. because i could spend my friday night with a bowl of jiffypop and john cusack because i wanted to, because i had no obligations to anyone other than myself. and the overly made-up girls could smile and invite me to their parties. the school could talk about my columns. and i could simply say thank you, and resign myself to the back journalism room to write. talking about that time with someone a few days ago, i had forgotten exactly what all i had written about in high school. and i realized i had certainly forgotten exactly why i wrote any of it. i am now the official fashion maven of my college newspaper; tuesday, my column about the benefits of wearing scarves ran at the bottom of the front arts page. i have always loved clothes, to be sure, and now, for some reason or other, i and my editors have decided that i am somehow qualified to tell people how they should dress, perhaps because i myself apparently dress well. and i love giving advice. but when i turned my story in monday night, i felt pretentious. partly because i am now locked into a role to which i probably really have no right; to compensate, i make sure i always tell people to take risks and wear what they love. (as an added bonus, i really do mean that.) but also because my fashion advice has a strong indie bias. i have begun planning out a series that will, in subtle truth, be an advocate for thrift stores and brown sweaters and band t-shirts. and so i see that not only am i telling people how to dress, i am, in truth, also attempting to shove them toward a category of people i myself am longing to be a true part of. i recently ended a just-begun romance with the first real, live twee boy i have ever layed lips to because he was trying to decide what kind of indie girl i am. if i am emo or indie punk or indie pop or indie rock. and i was irritated, not realizing why it wasn't OK to just be indie me. when what i should have been thinking all along was why it wasn't OK to just be me. i am not perfect. i am not an angel or a goddess or any of those other things i sometimes hear. i'm not always the nicest of girls. i don't, to my horror, know fully who i am. i am not as indie as i'd like to be. some days, i'm rather horrifyingly preppy. and i don't know if would be happier being one way all the time, with one consistent style of dress and manner and kindness and music taste. i used to know that i wouldn't be. i listened to belle and sebastian while i shopped ebay for fendi handbags. i listened to elliott smith while i got dressed in my new gap skirt and blouse. and neither the music nor the clothes nor whatever category i was in made me who i am. whoever that is. and at the end of all this, the realization, i suppose, that i try to make myself something instead of just being something without effort -- at the end of it all, i am still not any further than i was in the beginning. instead, i am only aware that i am human, and that the world is in and of itself not strung together scenes of happy people but a duality of joy and sorrow, being found and being lost. and i shall always, always be both at the same time. i have started to believe that perhaps a cure for my growing apathy, as it were, or a way to feel more found than lost is to start back at the beginning and retrace my steps with the new, or maybe old, reminder that the purpose of live is to live, even with the daily 50-50 chance of attaining one pure feeling or one absolute truth. and so. in a little while. i am leaving home. with the intention, i guess, to find out what really does lie beyond my cornfields, and why it is really no different. and so miss lindsey "is she or isn't she" lou reluctantly decides to annouce her pending voyage to scotland. even homer figured it out in the end. yourlou _________________________________________________________________ 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 g.lynch at xxx.com Wed Jan 16 18:16:17 2002 From: g.lynch at xxx.com (Grainne Lynch) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 10:16:17 -0800 Subject: Sinister: Forever late Message-ID: Writing to Sinister changes slightly when you have actually meet people from the list. You realise, properly realise that the list is made up of real people, and not just faceless names. Though faceless names is too cold-hearted an expression. You are each a collection of words and images that capture feelings and emotions. It's impossible to describe this list. My one year anniversary with Sinister passed sometime in the beginning of December, and I just want to thank you all, because it's was a great first year. Even though I could probably count the number of posts I've sent on one hand, I love having a mail-box full of stories every morning. I went to see the band twice, which won't have happened without Sinister, and I've meet people who I otherwise wouldn't have met. (This is another post about the Belfast gig, which was about four weeks ago, hence the subject line.) Greetings to I meet in Belfast, I'm afraid to mention names because I'm terrified of forgetting someone, but you were all lovely. And thank you Mark for organising the bus. I like Trish's description of our journey, with our B&S hating bus driver. I don't thin we had even left Dublin before he expressed his distaste. The gig was fantastic, incredible, wonderful. The Boys are Back in Town was hilarious, due to the antics of Chris and Mick. I went home with a pretty mug, four badges, a load of photos and blissful memories. When the next one? Moving forward, my three favourite subject lines of the last week or so have been; 1. Astrid's 'star, teach me how to shine', which was courtesy of her corduroy boy, it's one of my favourite Frames songs. It was the last one they played at Belfast. 2. The Dirty Vicar's 'warlords of mars' because I think it refers to another great Irish band - The Warlords of Pez. I could be wrong though. And 3. 'The long dark tea time of the soul' from Ian, because it made me want to read Douglas Adams again. Hasn't Sinister been quiet today! Grainne. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Wed Jan 16 18:14:15 2002 From: daftpunk at xxx.au (Kin Woo) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 02:14:15 +0800 (WST) Subject: Sinister: any listees in London going to Beta Band, Lo-fis or Bill Janowitz?:) Message-ID: <1011204855.3c45c2f78d8c1@nonsecure.uwa.edu.au> Hey kids hope everyone had FAB new years. Mine was good but still holding out for the perfect one, whenever that may be. I went to Edinburgh, planning to do the MASSIVE street parties, only to find out there were no more passes and my fave band, Mull Historical Society who were playing at Concert in the Gardens was also sold out. Hence was shut out of street parties:( Still had alright time, drinking with friends (who all decked out in ballgowns) and then watching the fireworks. ah well, mebbe next time:) I'm one of the few listees from Perth, Western Australia and have been having really great time here in London. Weather is quite mild (but was in Prague for a bit of december where it was minus 10, hence everything seems mild after that:) and have been having excellent time shopping for clothes and records (mmmm Music and Vid Exchange!:)) Also caught Neil Halstead at Arts Cafe which is similar to gig venues in Perth, except way better. Neil was great, even if he kept fluffing his songs (including the lovely Mojave 3 song he did)- exquisite country laments. Swoon! Was wondering if any Sinisterinies was going to Beta Band this coming Tues (22nd jan) or Lo-Fi allstars (31st jan) or Bill Janowitz (28 jan)??? Cos while I don't mind checking out the gigs myself (I don't know many peeps here and hence gig-going can be a lonely experience!:)), it would be ace to finally meet some of the fabled members of the London branch of the Sinisterinies!:) It would be truly excellent and cool to meet some Sinisterinies at the gigs or slightly beforehand, if peeps wouldn't mind meeting Aussie listees. We're really not that wierd and I'm quite personable!:) Also, does anyone know of any sooper cool gigs coming up? I'm thinking Dot Allison, Saint Etienne, Tanya Donelly-people I'm dying to see live!!! Of course B&S would be a dream come true, but don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon:( I missed their Glasgow gig cos was touring around Europe:( Ah well. Anyone have any idea when they play next? Alright hope everyone is sticking to their new year's resolutions (as if!) and hope to hear from some of you soon. Please reply to me either at this address or kin_woo at hotmail.com Hope to hear from you soon 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 lokar20 at xxx.com Thu Jan 17 08:07:06 2002 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 02:07:06 -0600 Subject: Sinister: Barmy Message-ID: Hello everyone. I haven't posted in a while, so I thought I'd pop my head in and say 'hello'. So...hello. A busker I met in London a few weeks ago emailed me the other day. She said I was the most unashamed Belle and Sebastian fan she had ever met. Who would be ashamed of being a Belle and Sebastian fan? Surely they aren't filed in the 'guilty pleasures' section along with the Cars "Drive" or Loverboy's "The Girl is Hot Tonight", are they? A conflicting report came from my co-worker, who saw my room last night. He said I act pretty nonchalant about them, but I have posters of them all over my room, so I must be obsessed. Am I subconsciously ashamed of liking them? Is anyone afraid to tell people they are Belle and Sebastian fans? I ordered a Belle and Sebastian coffee mug for use in a new coffee shop I sort of work in. I hope Mrs. House or the rest of the Banchory crew don't mind. Even if they do, I'm using it anyway. Okay, I'm tired. One last note: In the recent belfast gig pictures, you can see me in several shots! In one shot, you can see me holding a cigarette somewhere in the very front around Mick and Stevie. Look for me! The back of my head looks terrific if I do say so myself. -Matt _________________________________________________________________ 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 lgluhani at xxx.edu Thu Jan 17 04:43:29 2002 From: lgluhani at xxx.edu (laura g) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 23:43:29 -0500 (EST) Subject: Sinister: dilemma In-Reply-To: Message-ID: This coming Wednesday there are two great concerts in the detroit area - I need help/input deciding on which to attend: Starsailor/Charlatans UK or Telefon Tel Aviv? I am having major issues trying to decide - it is quite disappointing that two of the best shows this winter to hit this area are on the same night :( In other news, check out Sleaze Nation for an article including the label i work for! As for B&S content - we sometimes listen to it at said label - it is on the short list of pop music my boss will play in the office - usually it's electronic. going back to hibernating, laura www.GHOSTLY.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 Thu Jan 17 12:55:44 2002 From: Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk (Gardiner, Stuart) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 12:55:44 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Minds are like parachutes - they only work when they're open Message-ID: <579C0CAF497CD511AD4D00508BBD7AAC05909C@pikachu.ntu.ac.uk> So, Jordi and Big Gay Mark have both come out of the closet (so to speak) and returned to the land of the Sinisters. Which is a good thing. Bring back the old guard, I say. Don't get me wrong, it's great having lots of new blood around the place, but I can't remember who's who, because I'm thick. It's always comforting to look at who a post is from, and know what to expect. In Mark's case, smut. In Ken's case, dirty dreams about girls. And in my case, a load of sh*** that noone wants to read. The silly season is almost upon us. Yes, that's right, it's time for the Winter Olympics. Giving us 2 weeks of people dancing on a sheet of ice (wouldn't it be easier to get onto dry land first?), the 2-man luge (2 people lying on top of each other going feet-first down a mile-long frozen waterslide), and the skeleton bobsleigh (1 person going down the same course headfirst on a teatray). It makes golf look sensible. I'm in a bad mood today. Sorry. It happens every time I see G**rg* B*sh on the TV in the morning. First the US bombers kill more innocent civilians in Afghanistan than died on September 11th (but that doesn't matter, because they're not Americans, right?). And now, all the US-held prisoners of war have their beards shaved off (denying them their religious beliefs), are tied up and gagged, are drugged, and are forcibly flown halfway around the world to be held in tiny cages in Cuba. That's every bit as evil as anything the Taleban did. This kind of thing has been going on for years (the USA is solely responsible for causing civil wars or installing dictators in countries around the world, from Chile to El Salvador to Indonesia to Iraq), yet I don't know of a single US citizen who agrees with it - how does the government keep getting away with it? I'm also in a bad mood because Sheffield Wednesday got knocked out of the FA Cup by Crewe. PU LP is a good (not a G!R!A!T!E!) album. Probably my third favourite album of last year (behind Tompaulin, and the re-release of Undeniably The Whitlams). But I've managed to scratch it already so that it doesn't play far-and-away the best song on it, Sunrise. Have I mentioned that I'm in a bad mood? It's also depressing to realise that in just 12 days time, I'll hit 25 years old. And I'm not even close to having a proper job, a wife and kids and a house of my own. It might be downhill all the way from here. I might even turn into Mark. I want to learn how to become a procrastinator, but I just keep putting it off. 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 R.Playforth at xxx.uk Thu Jan 17 13:27:29 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 13:27:29 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: brighton meetup brighton meetup brighton meetup brighton meetup brighton meetup BRIGHTON MEETUP Message-ID: so, this post is about the brighton meetup. PROVISIONALLY it will take place on SATURDAY 9TH FEBRUARY with obvious potential to overspill into sunday. new siniboy ben and i will definitely be the hosts with the most and ensure that the amusement arcades are pillaged, the pier is well and truly walked along, the pubs are drunk dry and you all dance your little socks off (if you so desire). please tell me if you were planning to come but can't make that date, as it's an entirely random one and i *really* want you, yes you, to come. respondez s'il vous plait :) luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.org.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 mailben at xxx.com Thu Jan 17 18:01:07 2002 From: mailben at xxx.com (mailben at xxx.com) Date: 17 Jan 2002 10:01:07 -0800 Subject: Sinister: wait a minute, where's me jumper Message-ID: <20020117180107.14073.cpmta@c014.snv.cp.net> An embedded and charset-unspecified text was scrubbed... Name: not available URL: From booga14 at xxx.com Thu Jan 17 18:19:13 2002 From: booga14 at xxx.com ('Baby face' Bambino) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 18:19:13 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I love my space shuttle Message-ID: Sinister, Has anyone else heard the appalling rumour that Robbie Williams will succeed Pierce Brosnan as James Bond, agent 007? My friends, we must take a stand. The time for liberal thought is at an end. The time for action is now. I propose that our organisation move underground. I have taken the liberty of devising a four-plan strategy to avert this terrible tragedy from ever taking place. But I warn you that each of these plans is more dastardly and desperate than the previous. And not for the faint of heart. I recommend that we split into four factions. If faction four should fail, then faction three will go to work. If faction three fail, then faction two will go to work. Well, you get the idea. Let�s hope it doesn�t have to go any further than that. Def-Con Four Operation: Dulux dragonfly Faction four will be under-cover operatives. They will infiltrate as many of the film sets as possible. When the movie is being shot, they will use paint guns (and red paint) to repeatedly shoot Mr Williams in the face. If James Bond appears to be fatally wounded in every single scene, it is my hope that film production will be cancelled. Def-Con Three Operation: Mutant monkey Faction three will consist of a small research team, led by eminent geneticist and sinisterian Rachel (sunnie_set). The objective of this group will be to develop a mutagen that will horribly deform Mr Williams. If he had for example, a scrotum growing out of his face or a tail, it is likely that the Film Company would seek out an alternative Bond. Def-Con Two Operation: Weapon weasel Faction two will gather intelligence, investigating the level of military firepower that is in the possession of current world governments and any weaknesses in their security that would allow hijacking or theft of such devices. It would then be possible to demand that filming was immediately and permanently ceased and perhaps that Mr Williams was (further) lobotomised or even executed. Def-Con One Operation: Armageddon ark Faction one will have the hardest task of all. It will be necessary for all members of Sinister to donate as much money as possible for realisation of this final and desperate arrangement. Negotiations will begin with the Russians and it is hoped that the acquisition of a large second hand space shuttle and quantity of nuclear weapons will be possible. It will then simply be a matter of taking off, nuking earth from space and colonising another planet. But, let�s hope it doesn�t come to that. 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To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Thu Jan 17 21:02:01 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 21:02:01 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Scottish heather my arse Message-ID: <20020117210201.45738.qmail@web10405.mail.yahoo.com> Hello. I had a blue screen of death earlier when composing what is rapidly becoming my daily sinister post, so this is the abridged, bad-tempered version. Except I'm kind of mellow tonight, lying in my bed watching naked Africans play with snakes (missus), so the temper's more hmmm, really. The Diary of an Unemployed Layabout isn't really what any of you will be particularly interested in, but it's my life at the moment, so that's what your getting. Highlight of the day - reading my electricity meter (85975, if you're interested). Not a lot of job-hunting went on, but my kitchen floor is now spotless (see previous sinister posts), and smells of "Scottish Heather". Those crazy detergent marketing guys! Oh, I give up. Mark's tip for the day - lemon-scented air freshener devices in your kitchen greet you with the aroma of freshly-brewed lemon tea whenever you enter. I like to think that the way I have discovered so many nuances about my house makes me similar in many ways to the trackers and tribesmen of the African veldt. Big kisses, 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 jpayne at xxx.org Thu Jan 17 22:42:03 2002 From: jpayne at xxx.org (Jenny Payne) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 17:42:03 -0500 (EST) Subject: Sinister: SinisterValentines? In-Reply-To: Message-ID: Hello, I'm back after quite a long absence. Honey says I don't have to wait in the nursery again since the software 'remembers' me. Does anyone else? :D * * * On Mon, 14 Jan 2002, Kenneth P Y Chu wrote: > unfortunately I don't have one of > those clever books that tell you what special celebrational days it is (e.g. > "international salad day" or "world mullet growing day" or something) Well, Ken, the day you wrote that (14th) was National Clean Off Your Desk Day here in the U.S. I failed to celebrate that one. However, I am very excited about the upcoming: First Canned Beer Day - January 24 (First beer canned 1-24-1935 Richmond, Virginia) Since it was canned in my very own town, I feel compelled to celebrate! * * * On Thu, 10 Jan 2002, michelle ruiz wrote: > Today in small group communication class we had to > come up with "new" slang terms. Well I just > discovered, as my friend brought up, the word "fugly." > Fugly is combination of fucking + ugly. I've heard that one too. I also like GYNORMOUS, my cousin's creation which combines GIGANTIC and ENORMOUS. A guy in my town is really interested in slang words, and their dissemination. He made up a bunch of slang words last year and was hoping to hear that they'd become common. Two are: MINIMUM WAGE (used to describe somethind that's weak, lame or lacking worth) and HAZMAT ("hazardous materials" - describes something that's dangerous or taboo). * * * On Sun, 13 Jan 2002, Dirty Vicar wrote: > I've been reading one of the books I got for Christmas, "Dance of Days" > about the Washington DC punk scene. An amusing thing is I don't know the > music of that city at all, and have the vague idea it's all a bit > turgid. Turgid? Maybe the harDCore scene... but of course there are plenty of interesting and entertaining bands in D.C. How about Aden? I'm certain you all will like Aden. I'll send some along to any interested. (Mixed tape or CD trade, perhaps?) * * * On Wed, 16 Jan 2002, Ernie Sanchez wrote: > I saw a strange thing the other day. My local library has various > posters throughout the building, of celebrities holding a book and > pretending to be reading. They have lame slogans such as "get caught reading" > in order to encourage people to read. The new E.T. one is beautiful! I'm looking forward to seeing him on the big screen once again too. And speaking of movies.... I highly recommend the French movie "Amelie" to all of you. It's so wonderful on so many different levels. Do you have a Valentine yet? If you're like me, you don't. While I was gone, I'm told that Miss Llew set up a Sinister Christmas present exchange, which gave me the idea of SinisterValentines. That way, we could all have an e-Valentine who could send us a little package. Do you like the idea? I could act as cupid and set it up if so.... Well that's all for now. I have a long, dark ride home from work ahead of me but my B&S tape will make it a little bit happier. 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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 elizagrae at xxx.com Fri Jan 18 00:38:18 2002 From: elizagrae at xxx.com (Eliza Grae) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 18:38:18 -0600 Subject: Sinister: Intellect, with Ginseng and Ginko Biloba Message-ID: Hellos to everyone, First, I would like to thank everyone who emailed me. It's funny how email can make a person feel loved and special. Oh, and to Elise, Sadly I'm not from the upper midwest. I'm stuck in God's country farther south with all the humidity. So, here I am. At the moment, I'm chillin' in an internet cafe, snacking on a health food bar called Intellect. "Feed your body Feed your mind" Very interesting I must say. It's a raspberry vanilla bean flavor. Yummy. Not much has happened to me the past few days. Nothing of real importance or interest that is. I've been sleeping a lot, and having some pretty wild dreams. Last night I had a dream that I was a prostitute. That threw me for a loop. I've never had a dream like that or even one similar to it. What do you think it means? Deep down do I have this need or want to be promiscuous? Heaven knows I'm not like that at all in everyday life. Maybe it's a sign that I should be, while I'm young and supposedly not afraid to try. Oh, well. I'll just have to wait and see. So....umm....yeah. I'm glad you got the references in my first post. I was glad to hear it in your emails. Should I make more? Eddie is too funny. And, I must say I've always wanted to take over a country. Like the British, with the cunning use of flags. "Well....do you have a flag? No, flag no country. Those are the rules I just made up, and I'm backing it up with this gun lent to me by the NRA." Ok, that will be the last one I will make. In my last post, I said I would stick to two topics: my health and the weather. I feel fine, no signs of sickness. The weather here has been fairly nice, being neither too cold nor too warm, with slight showers during the night. Well, that was fun. What next? I read Ken Chu's post and was surprised to know what movie he was talking about. But, the real shocker is that I've seen it. More than once. How sad. Ah, well. Don't you just love late night movies? Ok, I think I will go and take a turn about the room. It's so refreshing. My, yes. I hope all of you have had a great week so far and will have a nice weekend. Stay cool cats. Snogs and hugs, Eliza _________________________________________________________________ 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 sophiakatrina at xxx.com Fri Jan 18 03:36:42 2002 From: sophiakatrina at xxx.com (sophia katrina) Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 03:36:42 +0000 Subject: Sinister: b&s are like fried chicken and here's why Message-ID: Hello beautiful people, Just a short introduction and i promise i won't ramble. I've loved waiting in the nursery and reading all your posts. My name's Sophia and I am an Artiste. I used to live in London but after i finished art school I had one of those moments you see in those godawful made-for-tv movies where the heroine sacrifices her chance for fame and fortune in the big city to be home with her family on a ranch in Nowheresville, USA. She says no to Spielberg, sends her agent packing with a witty riposte, throws her mobile phone into the Hudson, Thames or equivalent river, appears at the front door of the run-down but homely ranch house to the delight of her apron-clad mom and chubby-cheeked siblings, and spends the rest of her life riding horses and baking pumpkin pies. Lucky for me, my family don't live in Nowheresville - they live in Australia, by the sea. so that's where i am. (Not in Perth, though, where the only other Australian listee seems to be. On the other side). When the traffic stops, and before the birds start singing, you can hear the ocean. I'm ashamed to say that I started listening to Belle and Sebastian because of a boy. He was (and, i'm sure, still is) very beautiful, if that's any excuse, and he was also an artist, which is no excuse and honestly, I should have known better. I really Liked him and in one of our few conversation he mentioned looper and b&s. So in the spirit of I-must-like-everything-the-object-of-my-desires-likes, i started listening to Fold Your Hands Child..., and that was it. For the next few months, while i was writing my thesis and hanging my degree show, belle and sebastian were all i could listen to. It was like the food cravings a pregnant friend described to me: it isn't that you crave fried chicken, it's that the very thought of eating anything other than fried chicken makes you physically ill. That was how I felt about Belle and Sebastian. Nothing ever happened with me and the beautiful boy, but what telemovie is complete without a dash of bittersweetness? i'm waiting for a rugged (yet intellectual) Nowheresville, USA cowboy to come into my life and bake pumpkin pies with me so my telemovie can have a happy ending. Applications on a postcard please! My first post and i've already broken a promise. Please accept my very humblest apologies. Sophia Katrina X hello beautiful people, just a short introduction and i promise i won't ramble. my name's sophia and i am an artiste. i used to live in london but after i finished art school i had one of those moments you see in godawful made-for-tv movies where the heroine sacrifices her chance for fame and fortune in the big city to be home with her family on a ranch in nowheresville, nevada. she says no to spielberg, sends her agent packing with a witty riposte, throws her mobile phone into the hudson, thames or equivalent river, appears at the front door of the run-down but homely ranch house to the delight of her apron-clad mom and chubby-cheeked siblings, and spends the rest of her life riding horses and baking pumpkin pies. lucky for me, my family don't live in nowheresville, nevada - they live in a big city in australia, by the sea. so that's where i am. when the traffic stops, and before the birds start singing, you can hear the waves. i'm ashamed to say that i started listening to belle and sebastian because of a boy. he was (and, i'm sure, still is) very beautiful, if that's any excuse, and also an artist, which isn't. i reallyreally Liked him and in our first proper conversation he mentioned looper and b&s. in the spirit of i-must-like-everything-the-object-of-my-infatuation/desire/lust-likes, i started listening to Fold Your Hands Child..., and that was it. for the next few months, while i was writing my thesis and hanging my degree show, belle and sebastian were all i could listen to. it was like the food cravings a pregnant friend described to me: it isn't that you crave fried chicken, it's that the very thought of eating anything other than fried chicken makes you physically ill. that was how i felt about belle and sebastian. nothing ever happened with me and the beautiful boy, but what telemovie is complete without a dash of bittersweetness? i'm waiting for a rugged (yet bohemian and intellectual) Nowheresville cowboy to come into my life and bake pumpkin pies with me so my telemovie can have a happy ending. applications on a postcard please! my first post and i've already broken a promise. please accept my very humblest apologies. sophia katrina 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 sophiakatrina at xxx.com Fri Jan 18 03:36:17 2002 From: sophiakatrina at xxx.com (sophia katrina) Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 03:36:17 +0000 Subject: Sinister: b&s are like fried chicken and here's why Message-ID: Hello beautiful people, Just a short introduction and i promise i won't ramble. I've loved waiting in the nursery and reading all your posts. My name's Sophia and I am an Artiste. I used to live in London but after i finished art school I had one of those moments you see in those godawful made-for-tv movies where the heroine sacrifices her chance for fame and fortune in the big city to be home with her family on a ranch in Nowheresville, USA. She says no to Spielberg, sends her agent packing with a witty riposte, throws her mobile phone into the Hudson, Thames or equivalent river, appears at the front door of the run-down but homely ranch house to the delight of her apron-clad mom and chubby-cheeked siblings, and spends the rest of her life riding horses and baking pumpkin pies. Lucky for me, my family don't live in Nowheresville - they live in Australia, by the sea. so that's where i am. (Not in Perth, though, where the only other Australian listee seems to be. On the other side). When the traffic stops, and before the birds start singing, you can hear the ocean. I'm ashamed to say that I started listening to Belle and Sebastian because of a boy. He was (and, i'm sure, still is) very beautiful, if that's any excuse, and he was also an artist, which is no excuse and honestly, I should have known better. I really Liked him and in one of our few conversation he mentioned looper and b&s. So in the spirit of I-must-like-everything-the-object-of-my-desires-likes, i started listening to Fold Your Hands Child..., and that was it. For the next few months, while i was writing my thesis and hanging my degree show, belle and sebastian were all i could listen to. It was like the food cravings a pregnant friend described to me: it isn't that you crave fried chicken, it's that the very thought of eating anything other than fried chicken makes you physically ill. That was how I felt about Belle and Sebastian. Nothing ever happened with me and the beautiful boy, but what telemovie is complete without a dash of bittersweetness? i'm waiting for a rugged (yet intellectual) Nowheresville, USA cowboy to come into my life and bake pumpkin pies with me so my telemovie can have a happy ending. Applications on a postcard please! My first post and i've already broken a promise. Please accept my very humblest apologies. Sophia Katrina X hello beautiful people, just a short introduction and i promise i won't ramble. my name's sophia and i am an artiste. i used to live in london but after i finished art school i had one of those moments you see in godawful made-for-tv movies where the heroine sacrifices her chance for fame and fortune in the big city to be home with her family on a ranch in nowheresville, nevada. she says no to spielberg, sends her agent packing with a witty riposte, throws her mobile phone into the hudson, thames or equivalent river, appears at the front door of the run-down but homely ranch house to the delight of her apron-clad mom and chubby-cheeked siblings, and spends the rest of her life riding horses and baking pumpkin pies. lucky for me, my family don't live in nowheresville, nevada - they live in a big city in australia, by the sea. so that's where i am. when the traffic stops, and before the birds start singing, you can hear the waves. i'm ashamed to say that i started listening to belle and sebastian because of a boy. he was (and, i'm sure, still is) very beautiful, if that's any excuse, and also an artist, which isn't. i reallyreally Liked him and in our first proper conversation he mentioned looper and b&s. in the spirit of i-must-like-everything-the-object-of-my-infatuation/desire/lust-likes, i started listening to Fold Your Hands Child..., and that was it. for the next few months, while i was writing my thesis and hanging my degree show, belle and sebastian were all i could listen to. it was like the food cravings a pregnant friend described to me: it isn't that you crave fried chicken, it's that the very thought of eating anything other than fried chicken makes you physically ill. that was how i felt about belle and sebastian. nothing ever happened with me and the beautiful boy, but what telemovie is complete without a dash of bittersweetness? i'm waiting for a rugged (yet intellectual) nowheresville, nevada cowboy to come into my life and bake pumpkin pies with me so my telemovie can have a happy ending. applications on a postcard please! my first post and i've already broken a promise. please accept my very humblest apologies. sophia katrina 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 pykachu100 at xxx.com Thu Jan 17 14:52:05 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 14:52:05 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I fought with a wobbly breast Message-ID: Hello, I watched a very cheesy kung fu film on TV the other night called "Bloodsports". The main star was this guy, and it seems the sole reason he got the role was because he can do the splits perfectly, so the whole first half of the film it seems is just us watching him doing the splits - on the floor, up a tree, balanced on two chairs, on a balcony on top of a hill - and that was about it.. niice. They had a good fighting bit towards the end tho. They have this other guy, who plays the baddie - the "special skill" he's got that got him the role was that he can do that thing where he tenses his muscles to make his breast muscle wobble - it was novel at the start, but you feel ill after he did it for the fifth time - eep! Just in case you're wondering what happened at the end of the film - the good guy (Mr. Splits) won, he put a submission hold on the baddie (Mr. Wobbles) and made him shout "uncle" in Japanese or something. Elise j. spry said: >>Jimmy and I have been watching a lot of BBC videos lately...and I find >>that I�m starting this awful habit where I talk with a fake british >>accent. Does this happen... when you watch american TV?<< Elise, I have something.. I wanna tell ya.. I start taawkin' in a fake americin accent whenever I watch Americin chat shoows, and also elise.. i know i told you that i were a tasty chinese dumpling, but.. . . ahhhm actually aa maaaan. (audience gasps) ##^^&%@~&@^~. (audience shouts Jerry! Jerry!) Big Stu said: >>And now, all the US-held prisoners of war have their beards shaved off >>(denying them their religious beliefs), are tied up and gagged, are >>drugged, and are forcibly flown halfway around the world to be held in >>tiny cages in Cuba.<< Into S&M and bible studies, then? 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 AMEBIX13 at xxx.com Thu Jan 17 22:10:09 2002 From: AMEBIX13 at xxx.com (AMEBIX13 at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 17:10:09 EST Subject: Sinister: Crying to Crass Message-ID: Hello there Sinister, I know I have been absent for quite some time, and I appologise for neglecting you, I promise not to let it happen again. Luckily I am returning with more than my fair share of post worthy things to say, too much for one post even. My life has been, well, interesting lately. Very, very full of changes. There are really more changes going on for me now than ever before. Hmm where should I begin...Well, probably the most major development in the world of Sean, is what Elise reported earlier, I am moving soon. In about one week I will be moving into a very lovely rowhome in the city of Baltimore. It's quite keen, Three stories, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and it has a certain sort of charm to it. There is even a peculiar little nook in my bedroom that I am quite excited about! The house is very Baltimore and I like that. This is also going to be the first time in my whole life that I will be living away from my parents, it's all very excited, I think I will dig this w! hole independance thing quite a bit. Elise is my official decorative advisor for this whole moving project and I just want to publically thank her for all of her great ideas and support! She really is a great girl! My place would be nowhere near as sylish as it is going to be without her imput. Her visit last month was also top notch, we had a great ten days, ten of the best days ever in fact, I was very sad to see her go, and I think I converted one more person to the opinion that Baltimore is not a complete trash heap. So yes, I will have a roomate in this whole house endeavor...hence the two bedrooms. Her name is Rebecca and she is a good friend. She's a very fiesty little hardcore girl and pretty rad in my personal opinion...I'm sure we will end up having a good time living together I've known her for years and we used to play in a hilarious crust-punk band years back called Ochlocracy. By the way you get 100 punk points if you own one of our shirts, tapes, or pat! ches. They have been sighted as far away as belgium and all over the states, I find it quite funny, as the general consensus of my ex-band mates is what we were horrible, with the exception of the Judas Priest song we covered...that was rokken, much like dokken. Well, that has gone on long enough, time to get back to more relevant things. So yes, right about now you may be wondering just what the hell the subject of this email is all about. Well, a few weekends back I discovered just how sentimental 80's anarchist punk bank Crass can be. Some friends and I decided to put one of the old Crass records on that friday night, we broke out the pictures from days past, our punk rock days to be exact, and it was just one of those moments where you start thinking about everything you did wrong, and how much you took things for granted, and understandably it can be a bit sad. We just realized how much fun we all had together back then, and how happy we really were, and how much we! would give to have some of the things that we had back then. We had a band, that played all the time, we were horrid, but it was fun. We were involved romantically with really nice people, who we all still miss a bit, we were very young and didn't really have to worry about anything. Basically the world hadn't had a chance to discourage us yet, we were young and impressionable, and energetic, and it was great. Of course none of us realized that back then, and we all collectively fucked it up in our own way. I won't bother going into all that in detail, as it is long, complex, and I don't think those involve would appreciate me sharing such personal things about them. But all this thinking and reminicing led to a fairly important talk between a very good friend of mine, who I dated during the days that we were thinking back to. She really hurt me badly, I think we both hurt each other a lot actually. We said a bunch of things that I think we both needed to hear. She a! ppologised to me for hurting me, and said it was the only thing that she has ever done in her life that she regrets...that is really one of the nicest things anyone has ever said or done for me. I won't bore you all with the play by play of the entire evening, but there was a lot of crying, a lot of appologies, and a lot of remorse, and I think we all feel better because of it. I mean, you can't change the past, but I think we made things right the best we could. Part of me wishes that I could have another chance with her, I don't think we would mess it up this time, but circumstances won't really allow for that. She lives a thousand miles away, and is with someone else...perhaps the chance has passed forever, but we know that we both care about eachother a very large amount, and that seems like what really matters now. Who know's what the future holds, one never can tell really. Nicole is a good girl, and no matter what we will always be friends. Well, after all of the! se developments the next one may seem a bit trivial, but oh well. I now have black hair, and I like it quite a bit. I think it is very sean-esque, and I plan on sticking with it for a while. I've even gotten compliments from unexpected people like co workers, and my mother. I want to congradulate all of the recent sinister romances! You are all very lucky, and my advice to you is to appreciate what you have. Don't take things like that for granted, because you may well spend years wishing you had done things differently if you do...that was the moral of my little story afterall. Maybe my post will inspire one of you to develop some sort of list crush on me? Come on don't be shy...crush away my pretties. Also, please don't hesitate to heed Elise's call for house warming gifts for your's truly. I would love to get things, and anything at all would be appreciated. I will make sure to return the favor to anyone who decides to show their genorosity, or hey, better yet yo! u could come visit me. Now that I don't have to ask my parents anymore, I can all the visitors I please! I will show you all how great baltimore is, and you will be able to sleep on my somew hat yukky sofa bed! It will be great, like a slumber party with more booze. Well, it's time to go home now, the working day is over, and I'm not too keen on staying here any longer. Expect another post from me in a couple of days, my stories are far from over. Dirty skin tight patch pants and Pink Flamingos, Sean +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From NotATrendxX at xxx.com Thu Jan 17 23:52:13 2002 From: NotATrendxX at xxx.com (NotATrendxX at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 18:52:13 EST Subject: Sinister: "so. . .chocolatey / destination: LOVE" Message-ID: <110.bcf550c.2978bdad@aol.com> good evening. I am writing for the first time here on sinister. Perhaps I should introduce myself... HELLO! ::clears throats:: Sorry. I'm Alice...hmm, I enjoy my name because I frequently type Alive, instead. I live in kentucky, the horse racing capital of America, no one comes here for anything else. My best friend, William, introduced me to the music of B&S three years ago. They have been one of my favorite bands since along with the mAKE-UP, the smiths, and radiohead. I suddenly decided today that I would make myself happy (it didn't work, mind you.) by going to one of my favorite shops, Cherry Bomb, to acquire for myself a scarf. I also wanted a new pair of shoes since I left my shoes in another city and have been wearing these dull black shoes, that, though nice, have been bothering me. I'm not sure why. Of course, there were no shoes for me. Moving on, off of this nonsense, sorry. I am a mere seventeen, still in highschool. I've got a small fascination with gypsies and French cinema. ::complacent sigh:: I hope the rest of the sinisterines are doing well...how are you? bubbles and needles, alice. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 17 19:29:24 2002 From: ArtsyDeco at xxx.com (ArtsyDeco at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 14:29:24 EST Subject: Sinister: My tea smells like cake and other important news Message-ID: It really does smell like cake. This is awesome. Anyway sinistereenies, I am writing to inform you of updates to fastcow, the website I run with Peter. We have a question for the indie cow, and a commentary on mixtapery by fellow listee Rachel Walther. Enjoy! Kara* www.ciahq.fsnet.co.uk/fastcow +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Fri Jan 18 11:10:59 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 11:10:59 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: my coffee smells like cheese and other stories. Message-ID: <20020118111059.99419.qmail@web10406.mail.yahoo.com> It does, you know. Have discovered today, after 5 years of owning this monitor, that you can change the angle of the screen by tilting it while rotating the base. That'll be my Martha Stewartism for today, loves. Rusedski Vs Henman on the telly. isn't it thrilling? Jenny Payne said "Gynormous". To me this sounds like the medical term for what is parochially known as, ahem, bucket fanny. She also said "Dissemination". To me this sounds like, etc. etc. Honey, a note of confirmation is needed. If, hypothetically, I claimed to have a gynormous (cf.) Henry Kissinger in my pants, but was actually lying, crying bitterly ironic tears into my keyboard, would I need to post a picture on the body parts page? Well? (no news on today's housework as it's too early to have done any. Apart from the washing up and scottish hearthering the hall, natch) Mark xxx __________________________________________________ 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 mary_goodshoes at xxx.com Fri Jan 18 11:33:10 2002 From: mary_goodshoes at xxx.com (Miss Marianna Longmire) Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 11:33:10 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Buffy the musical spectacular Message-ID: I'm here, sitting in an internet cafe and lo! What should they be playing on the stereo? Why it's songs from the musical episode of Buffy. And it's pure brilliance. Aah. Back to unemployment land. x Marianna _________________________________________________________________ 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 daftpunk at xxx.au Fri Jan 18 12:12:10 2002 From: daftpunk at xxx.au (Kin Woo) Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 20:12:10 +0800 (WST) Subject: Sinister: London listees: Bill Janowitz meet-up? Sinister do's in general? Message-ID: <1011355930.3c48111a357f9@nonsecure.uwa.edu.au> hiya Am already meeting another very kind Sinisterinie for meet-up pre or during Bill Janowitz's gig on 28 jan. Is anyone else going and also up for meeting with us? If so, please email me off-list at this addy or kin_woo at hotmail.com. It'd be ace to meet-up! Also any other Sinisterinie meet-ups in general??? When i was last here in '99, there was a do at Poetry Cafe with Hefner for listees that I unfortunately missed. Any other cool stuff like that lined up for not too distant future? ok hope everyone is well:) 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 antipopconsortium at xxx.com Fri Jan 18 21:57:20 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 21:57:20 +0000 Subject: Sinister: i tried to take it all in, but now all i remember is trying to remember Message-ID: when i was at primary school there was a boy in our class, anthony, that nobody really liked, he was a bit of a loner. he was a rough boy too, though that wasn't the thing that excluded him; far from it, ours was quite a rough class, it was more that he never really knew where to draw the line, was rough at inappropriate times, and didn't really know how to deal with kids who were harder than him. he had a nervous twitch. he was a bit of a pariah at school, the teachers didn't like him either because he was the sort of person that easily draws attention to themselves, and because his mum was the busybody who ran the PTA and was forever goading the staff into meetings about cake sales and fund raising, and harrassing them at breaktimes for 'chats' about her sons progress. he seemed custom built to annoy our primary school teachers, and they seemed custom built to be annoyed by him. his time at primary school can't have been easy. i can't really remember why, but i was sort of became this boys friend at school, though not always, i had my own group of proper friends, and with childish capriciousness we would elect to play with him some days, and exclude him others - he was a bit rough for us really. he didn't seem to mind though, and was quite happy to join in when we let him. i think i saw a genuine sort of innocence in him, he never meant to hurt anyone really, and was never malicious, as most of the other kids could be. he was just boisterous, it was in his nature. one of my most vivid childhood memories includes this boy. i can't remember exactly which year we were in, or which classroom, because we didn't have our proper teacher in that day, and we were being covered by the awful deputy headmistress, mrs connelly. it was a monday, i know it was a monday because i can remember that the day before was a sunday, and my parents had gone out and left my brother and i with my gran and grandad. we didn't like staying with them, they only lived down the road and their house was too familiar, not familiar like home is - a different sort of familiar. it was always too cold or much too hot up there, still is, and very dark because there are trees on the edge of the pavement outside their house, blocking the sun for the whole day, except a few hours in the morning. because mum and dad knew we didn't really like staying up there they promised to bring us back a surprise - so we agreed to stay whilst they went and did the shopping. they bought us back a pair of pencils, one each; but not ordainary pencils, these had a rubber on one end, and they came unsharpened, the tip was flat and smooth, so that when you were ready to start using it you had to sharpen the flat surface away and away until the lead became a point. i always loved doing that. but best of all was the colour, they wrote in ordinary grey like normal pencils, but the outside was covered with a kind of metallic effect, with black patterns across it. metallic green for me because green was my favourite colour, and red for my brother because red was his favourite colour. we were thrilled, and i sharpened mine and started doodling with it right away. of course i wanted to take it to school the next day to show off, but my mum said i probably shouldn't, because it might get taken; she knew what they were like in my class. but i put it into my pencil case anyway, and my pencil case went into my bag for the next day. as i said, our real teacher wasn't in that day, so mrs connelly was covering us, which was annoying because she hated people talking in class, and i wanted to tell people about my new pencil. we were set some work to do, i think it was sums but thats not important. i was sitting next to anthony and i was so eager to show him and my other friends the pencil that, in my haste, as i took my pencil case out of my bag i dropped it onto the floor. it was one of those tin pencil cases that comes in two bits, and one half is a lid and the other is the base, anyone who has owned one of those sorts of pencil cases will know that if you drop them they never stay shut, and all your stuff ends up on the floor. all my stuff ended up on the floor, including the pencil, which had rolled a bit and settled under anthony's desk - that was the first thing i went to pick up. as i grabbed it anthony said "hey! thats mine!" and pulled it out of my hand, "no, it's not - give it back!" i exclaimed, growing immediately despondant, i sensed this wouldn't end well. "it's mine!" anthony said with an air of finality, and by this time, what with all my stuff still spilt on the floor and our arguing breaking the silence of the classroom, everyone had turned to look. mrs connelly made her way over. "whats going on?" she asked, already annoyed "he's got my pencil..." "he took my pencil.." we both spoke at once. mrs connelly rarely minced her words, rarely dragged anything out, she rolled her eyes, "give me the pencil." she demanded, "but miss..." "sit down and get on with your work." she took the pencil. there was no arguing with her, we both felt like crying; in fact the only thing making me feel a bit better was seeing him feeling as bad as me. i wasn't sure why he should feel bad, after all - he had tried to take my pencil, and hadn't even been punished for it properly. i resolved never to be his friend again, to treat him as everyone else did. we both cried at breaktime, i sat alone in the corner, and i could tell that anthony had been too because his eyes were red and his cheeks flushed as we went back inside. we sat apart and exchanged angry glances for the rest of the day. i wanted to fight him, but i knew i would lose - i felt hopeless, and i couldn't tell my mum what had happened because she had told me not to take the pencil to school in the first place. it was my own fault. we got back home, and there was a while before teatime, where we'd usually watch telly or something, but my brother ran straight away and got out his lovely red metallic pencil and started doing some colouring in. i wanted to cry again. but then something strange happened, my mum came in from the kitchen saying: "do you want to do some drawing as well kieran?" i cringed. "no" i said sullenly "are you sure?" she said, handing me a pencil that looked suspiciously like my metallic green one. i looked closer at it, my mum grinned at me and went back into the kitchen. it was definitely the same one i had had on sunday, i recognised the way it had been sharpened, and the little bit of rubber that had been worn away. she definitely hadn't got it from mrs connelly, because mrs connelly never gave back stuff she confiscated, and besides, i had run straight from mrs connelly's class out into the playground to mum at the end of the day. there was no way they could have spoken during that time. she must have taken it out of my pencil case before i went to school. i didn't feel much better really. but i didn't tell anthony the truth in school the next day, didn't apologise - i couldn't bring myself to do it. in time we silently forgave eachother, and i lost interest in the pencil - the novelty was gone, and i couldn't use it without thinking about what i had done to my friend. it might still be in the house somewhere, abandoned at the back of a drawer or cupboard. you can still buy that type of pencil in various places, i saw a pack of five of them for 99p in a papershop the other day, they looked cheap. ________________________________________________________________________ i can't get that memory out of my head at the moment, perhaps it was seeing those pencils for sale the other day that sparked it. the last i heard of anthony he had been sacked from a job as a lifeguard at the local swimming baths on his first day for groping a girl he was 'rescuing' i see him around sometimes too, and we usually nod at eachother but don't speak. what's odd about that memory is that i can't really recall all of it, i can see our exchange of words as he snatches back the pencil, but the other details are fuzzy. i can picture it happening in nearly all the classrooms of my primary school, with us at varying ages and sizes. it occurs to me too that the memory works a lot like the biscuit story from 'hitch hikers guide...' you'll know the one if you've read it, and will possibly have noticed the similarities. and yet thats how i remember it, even though that certainly happened before i read the book. have i adapted a memory to part of a story from a book? it's hard to say really - theres something about it that doesn't seem quite right in my recollection, an extra paragraph that i can't quite access in my head. - 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 lazylinedavid at xxx.net Fri Jan 18 22:03:47 2002 From: lazylinedavid at xxx.net (lazylinedavid at xxx.net) Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 17:03:47 -0500 Subject: Sinister: You can't chide Mike Love forever Message-ID: <622D7371.6A7B8A3E.96249DF0@netscape.net> No idea why I'm choosing to write my first post at the end of a long day in the office, completely knackered. Just thought I'd say hello to you all. Quick question: does anyone know anything about the whole Wizard of Oz / Dark Side of the Moon connection? It's probably very ignorant of me not to know about this, but apparently they're showing the movie, with the Pink Floyd songs, at Cinema Classics here in NYC on Sunday, and it might be fun to go along. It all sounds a bit Flaming Lips to me. And has anybody read 'Blindness' by Jose Saramago? I'm about 70 pages through it and it's freaking the living daylights out of me. Please tell me it gets a bit happier... Managed to see the Jools Holland TV show on video the other day, very interesting. Has someone injected Stuart with confidence or something? I didn't get to see any of the shows they played last year - is he like that all the time now? Staring into the camera like a right little vixen, he was. Have lovely weekends, everyone, David -- __________________________________________________________________ Your favorite stores, helpful shopping tools and great gift ideas. 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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 ola1212 at xxx.pl Sat Jan 19 10:43:32 2002 From: ola1212 at xxx.pl (ola szkudlapska) Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 11:43:32 +0100 Subject: Sinister: the last rites ;) Message-ID: <002001c1a0d6$27f38200$91684cd5@default> hello dear sinister, due to some inexplicable hullabalooing mess that's been going on in my head, i stopped posting again. not sure if i'm going to start soon. but you're all ace. "what are you doing now then?" well, lovely mr nik ovenden has kindly asked me to post his goodbye message here, as his computer started playing silly tricks on him. so here is: Well, this is my last goodbye because I'm off saturday morning! A big thankyou to the guys and dolls who've offered me beds this coming year. You will be rewarded in numerous ways, I guarantee. Also thanks to the lovely people who've been mailing me with wellwishing. You're all darlings. Parcel check? Many people have said thankyou. Many haven't. If you've got them, so much the better. Some of you are still on my "Out" pile (including Ms Eastwood and Ms Fruitloop). Some of you are in my "Out until June" pile (Ms Sunset, Ms Markham, Mr Arnot poor soul who's been waiting over a year and WILL BE REWARDED WITH NON-CURRENCY RICHES BEYOND HIS WILDEST DREAMS so long as his address hasn't changed...) among them). Anyways, it's been lovely. So long and thanks for all the fish, and I'll be back on June 16th, signed up again. I may consider the nursery rebirth! You're all beautiful. All my love, Niko xxx PS my holiday email address needs correcting: nikoisonholiday at yahoo.co.uk NOT @yahoo.com ok that's me done, then.. take care everyone special hugs to *birthday*boy* johnjohn! :) and to my secret agent. =) special apologies to maja, sorry i haven't mailed so long.. byeexxx ola (lalala) -- Znudzilo Ci sie logo w komorce? Wgraj nowe [ http://komorki.onet.pl/dodatki.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 sophiakatrina at xxx.com Sat Jan 19 12:06:48 2002 From: sophiakatrina at xxx.com (sophia katrina) Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 12:06:48 +0000 Subject: Sinister: how embarrassment Message-ID: I'm afraid only antipodeans will get that subject line. It comes from this TV show I used to watch when I was little, with this girl called Kylie Mole who was actually a 30-year old comedian with fake freckles who used to wind her gum around her finger and say how embarrassment when she meant how embarrassing and.. um, maybe you had to be there... Thanks, everyone, for a very lovely welcome (& an electronic application on a postcard!) despite the fact that I & my computer committed an act of collective stupidity & posted twice. Blame it on teething problems - I just came out of the nursery, after all - sophia X _________________________________________________________________ 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 machiavellian_llama at xxx.com Sat Jan 19 12:03:14 2002 From: machiavellian_llama at xxx.com (Joe Vester) Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 12:03:14 +0000 Subject: Sinister: And mYYY PLUG in KEEENNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYY crucifies MYYYYYYYY Enemies...........WHEN I'm TIRIIIIRED of POSTTTTTTTTIINNNNNNNG..OOOOOOOOOHHHHHYEAH!!!!!!! Message-ID: <20020119121549.DJPG7000.mta06-svc.ntlworld.com@[62.252.196.30]> I'm sorry about the long title but you have to admit that all the extra letters were very necessary to illustrate quite how wonderful that song is. I also hope that I am allowed to call Ken "Kenny" I also thoughtI would mention that I am thinking of doing something very slightly illegal on Febuary 9th. Not very illegal. And it may not come to being illegal at all. but enough bantering-I am thinking of running away to Brighton for a day. I probably won't...and how i'll get down is a mystery to all, as I very much doubt I would be able to raise the money for a train ticket on my own...Of course...I could just say to my Mum: "Mother Dear, It would be awfully kind of you to let me run off to brighton for a day using your money to see a load of people some years older than me who I never met before. And by the way, the train will be 30quid and did I tell you I love you very, very much?"[Joe looks sweet and innocent] Hmmmm...I can see one or two problems... OH FUCK OHFUCK--FF----FUCKING *******(that word is so rude that you are not even allowed to type one letter of it so that people know what it is) VALENTINES DAY!>>>FUCK<<< Hewwo, Well I found out more about spiders as pets, and I decided I want to get a Chilean Rose Tarantula and I'm getting it in four weeks because by then I will have saved up money and also the lovely Ian Hatcher is coming up for Valentines Day and he's going to help me pick it. They're poisonous but they can't kill you, and they quite like to snuggle. But I can't take it in bed with me, in case I lie on it in my sleep. I wish I could though. I'm getting a girl one because they live for 15 to 20 years but the boys only live for two years and I mostly like things when they're not dead. I've got a friend that likes dead things. Or fancies dead things. Dead people. But it's ok because he just looks up Necrobabes.com and doesn't actually dig anything up but you have to excuse him because he likes the Strokes and they're a bit rubbish if we're being honest. I don't know what to call it though. Now I know it's a girl I can start looking up girls names. My mum says I should call it Rosie, and then she started laughing a lot because she said it could be Spider with Rosie which is like a book I used to like when I was a kid called Cider with Rosie. But I've got a doll called Rosie and she's special because I had her in my pocket as a really little kid and she's got a big squashy plastic head, and I was out playing once and I got pushed over and I fell badly and the people said at the hospital that if her squashy head hadn't cushioned the fall my hip could have got cracked or something because I landed on something jaggy. So she's special and she's my favourite doll of all my dolls, even my big collection of rainbow brite ones and I've only got four of those to get and i've completed the set which I'm glad about and i've even got the two rarest ones Moonglo and Stormy. So does anyone know any good names for a girl spider? I worked out the chords on the guitar for Waking Up to Us but they're a bit crap and I think its in the wrong key. But if you want them I'll send them to you and you can see if they work youself. Did that just be B&S content? The Lovely Ian Hatcher set a high score for snake on my phone in october and i've ben trying every day since then to beat it but i can't. It's 814 but I can't get higher than 700 and something. But I'm quite good at Meerca Chase on neopets (which is a virtual pets thing). And I got my pet Kau a pet of it's own and guess what it was...? A Spyder. I'm building it a house now because I've got loads of neopoints in the neopian bank. I think Baxendale are my favourite band. Possibly joint with B&S but at the moment they're still all shiny and new because I only got the album in september. Plus at the moment I think pop is really doing it for me. I've got an S Club Seven CD that used to belong to one of my friends Pre-Limp Biskit and I like it, and the B&S songs that I like just now are things like Le Pastie, and Belle and Sebastian and Get Me Away from Here and I Love My Car and all the good old fashioned clean living pop. I saw the White Stripes on telly vision and I went 'oh' then forgot about them. But Lolly was on and she was singing Oh Mickey you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind hey mickey and it made me (again) wish I'd been a cheerleader instead of just obese when I was just a bit younger. I went to see Rat Race and it was funny. I must depart now to phone up random people and squeal that I'm getting a spider and it's the best thing in the whole world and my lifelong dream. 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 boyfreind_in_a_coma at xxx.com Sat Jan 19 20:08:00 2002 From: boyfreind_in_a_coma at xxx.com (Desmond Torpey) Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 12:08:00 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: here is the letter...the last letter..the last ever... Message-ID: <20020119200800.74795.qmail@web20508.mail.yahoo.com> hello :) ...gosh its been a long time...i've almost forgotten how to post..well that wont matter so much anymore because the time has come to unsubscribe..i can barely bring myself to type that word *sob*...i could have just slipped out of the door but i felt it rude not to say goodbye as the last fourteen months or so have been so magnificent in your company...sinister has made me cry with both sadness and joy, made me think about life in ways i never expected and made my guts ache with laughter in equal measures during my time here...its also introduced me to some fantastic music which i probably never would have discovered otherwise (bearsuit, camera obscura, the magnetic fields)..special thanks to the lovely gina titchener :)...i couldnt think of a weirder situation than a group of complete strangers meeting up in a park to drink ribena with nothing in common except a band that they like...thats perfectly normal in sinisterland though and thats whats so great about it..its the real world..but not quite..people in sinister have a world thats just that little bit..sparklier..i'm off to travel around europe for a bit at the end of the month and i would only feel exceedingly guilty about deleting piles of your posts..but i may re-subscribe sometime in the future...before this turns into a blubbery gwyneth paltrow speech i shall leave you all alone..so thanking you again for such a wonderful creation.. ta ta for now.. __________________________________________________ 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 bakerbaker13 at xxx.com Sun Jan 20 07:51:44 2002 From: bakerbaker13 at xxx.com (baker,baker) Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 23:51:44 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: how are you, marvin? Message-ID: <20020120075144.24345.qmail@web10101.mail.yahoo.com> "oh, just fine, if you happen to like being me which, personally i don't." great big hello to everyone out there. this is my first post, please be gentle. i did my nursery time and also a little extra, self-imposed nursery time because generally i agree with whoever else it was that said something about life being a spectator sport. i really enjoy watching people, and you're all 'specially pretty ones at that. i'm a poetry student in the windy city -- home of poetry magazine, the lincoln park conservatory, and more polish people than any other city in the world, with the minor exception of warsaw (which is unfair since warsaw has the head start of actualy being IN poland). i read and write poems, but prefer reading. this is an invitation, incidentally, for you all to try out your latest verse on me. (i'm honest, but i'm also very nice.) i'm not polish myself, though i spent three months in poland this last summer, right before i braved a ridiculous-long bus ride to london so that i could ride a train out to scarborough to see the belle and sebastian show at the futurist theatre. if anyone on this list was there, i was the american boy by himself up in the balcony who was trying not to speak after some girl from california embarassed herself and the people next to him began making nasty commments about americans, for fear of having his accent recognized. teehee. that was the only time i've ever seen b&s, and i was thousands of miles away from anyone i know -- i've never been so alone or so happy in all my life. i think charles simic is the greatest. i like kraft macaroni and cheese and the clearance rack at the gap. i dress so that i am invisible in crowds of people. i have only fainted once in my life. i used to live in new orleans -- and this brings me to something substantial: is anyone in the list going to be in new orleans for mardi gras? i have friends who are going and would love to see my old home again. however i don't know if they are the sort of friends i want to be in the middle of mardi gras with all by my lonesome; i am certainly a troublemaker, but i am not THAT kind of troublemaker. i shan't ramble on any farther. good nite for everyone. 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 Max421 at xxx.com Sun Jan 20 14:04:16 2002 From: Max421 at xxx.com (Max421 at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 09:04:16 EST Subject: Sinister: I need love, not some sentimental prison! Message-ID: Hello. Its been a long time since I last posted on sinister. I've been so happy with rachel grapenut's posts, that I haven't felt like adding on to them, seeing as how we often seem to share one existence. We've been friends for a year now, and more and more it seems like we share the same brain, if not the same experiences. We have similar thoughts, and often say what the other person is thinking to the shock and disbelief of the other. Out of everyone, she has had the most effect on my development in the recent past. One of the more significant things I can think of, is the way that she introduced me to Belle and Sebastian. She did it slowly, each album becoming associated with another part of my life. The first CD she had my by, was Fold Your Hands Child You Walk Like A Peasant. It was on the first friday of the school year. We had made friends by being the two quirky kids at the high school retreat into the wilderness, and this was our first time together outside of school. I made her recommend something to me at Tower Records, because I was secretly embarassed of my Music collection, featuring destiny's child and ABBA. I knew I would love the album from the first chords of "I fought in a War" and I bought it. I went home and listened to it. I remmember alternately thinking about how wonderful the album was, how weird and great rachel was, and how stupid the arts and craft project I was doing was. A couple of weeks later I was still spending time with my parents, and so I bought The Boy With The Arab Strap. Winter was just setting in, and I would wake up every morning to the songs "A Brilliant Career" and "Sleep The Clock Around". Not the happiest of times. She was with me again when I bought "Tigermilk". This album was very essential to my introspection during november and December. I remmember Listening to "she's losing it" just around the time that rachel told me she was bi and when I started considering that maybe I wasn't quite straight myself. Sinister is so connected to the depths of that winter that I feel like I'm back in her apartement after being soaked by freezing rain while walking from the train station. She, Caxton, and I would sit on the floor, folding paper cranes, talking about sex, talking about communism, talking about monogamy, talking about everything and nothing and making me intrigued and crazy and angry and sad that I couldn't communicate how I felt. It was all so overpowering. School was so awful. Fox in the snow was about high school. Her room was always too hot, the carpet uncomfortable, and her knick knaks lying all over the floor painful. I bought Legal Man while I was in london. Its opening words "l-o-v-e love, its coming back its coming back" were something of a premonition. Next was the Lazy Line Painter Jane Box Set. We listened to Pastie de la bourgeoisie and danced around her room, in a house up in the country. I could smell the fresh grass of spring, and the sunlight was vast, beautiful and blinding. That was when we really started becoming the closest of friends. Later, I remmember listening to Lazy Line Painter Jane while she was ona date with her boyfriend, and thinking about how the vibe of the song and the relationship were similar. Now I'm sitting around and listening to Dog On Wheels, I have no idea what our future together will be like, but I know I'm ready for it. I know one more thing. I love her more than I can ever express with words. I love you rachel Max (ps. Do any of you catch the reference of the title?) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Max421 at xxx.com Sun Jan 20 14:14:19 2002 From: Max421 at xxx.com (Max421 at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 09:14:19 EST Subject: Sinister: I need love, not some sentimental prison! Message-ID: <17.21d967dc.297c2abb@aol.com> Hello. Its been a long time since I last posted on sinister. I've been so happy with rachel grapenut's posts, that I haven't felt like adding on to them, seeing as how we often seem to share one existence. We've been friends for a year now, and more and more it seems like we share the same brain, if not the same experiences. We have similar thoughts, and often say what the other person is thinking to the shock and disbelief of the other. Out of everyone, she has had the most effect on my development in the recent past. One of the more significant things I can think of, is the way that she introduced me to Belle and Sebastian. She did it slowly, each album becoming associated with another part of my life. The first CD she had my by, was Fold Your Hands Child You Walk Like A Peasant. It was on the first friday of the school year. We had made friends by being the two quirky kids at the high school retreat into the wilderness, and this was our first time together outside of school. I made her recommend something to me at Tower Records, because I was secretly embarassed of my Music collection, featuring destiny's child and ABBA. I knew I would love the album from the first chords of "I fought in a War" and I bought it. I went home and listened to it. I remmember alternately thinking about how wonderful the album was, how weird and great rachel was, and how stupid the arts and craft project I was doing was. A couple of weeks later I was still spending time with my parents, and so I bought The Boy With The Arab Strap. Winter was just setting in, and I would wake up every morning to the songs "A Brilliant Career" and "Sleep The Clock Around". Not the happiest of times. She was with me again when I bought "Tigermilk". This album was very essential to my introspection during november and December. I remmember Listening to "she's losing it" just around the time that rachel told me she was bi and when I started considering that maybe I wasn't quite straight myself. Sinister is so connected to the depths of that winter that I feel like I'm back in her apartement after being soaked by freezing rain while walking from the train station. She, Caxton, and I would sit on the floor, folding paper cranes, talking about sex, talking about communism, talking about monogamy, talking about everything and nothing and making me intrigued and crazy and angry and sad that I couldn't communicate how I felt. It was all so overpowering. School was so awful. Fox in the snow was about high school. Her room was always too hot, the carpet uncomfortable, and her knick knaks lying all over the floor painful. I bought Legal Man while I was in london. Its opening words "l-o-v-e love, its coming back its coming back" were something of a premonition. Next was the Lazy Line Painter Jane Box Set. We listened to Pastie de la bourgeoisie and danced around her room, in a house up in the country. I could smell the fresh grass of spring, and the sunlight was vast, beautiful and blinding. That was when we really started becoming the closest of friends. Later, I remmember listening to Lazy Line Painter Jane while she was ona date with her boyfriend, and thinking about how the vibe of the song and the relationship were similar. Now I'm sitting around and listening to Dog On Wheels, I have no idea what our future together will be like, but I know I'm ready for it. I know one more thing. I love her more than I can ever express with words. I love you rachel Max (ps. Do any of you catch the reference of the title?) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 20 17:57:47 2002 From: dimensionflip at xxx.uk (Saint Peter) Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 17:57:47 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Love's oldest Dreamer Message-ID: <000e01c1a1dc$6b399f20$dabd89d4@default> 'Dear Isobel My love for you is like the rocks beneath - permanent and' no, too forward, and a little cliched... 'Dear Isobel Something in the way you move, attracts me like no other lover' no, she's bound to know where that came from.... Oh, hello, I mean Good afternoon mortals and fellow listees. My name is Peter. I am an Angel of the Lord, and I live in Heaven. Of which, the less said the better. I'm a very busy man, you know. Although, technically, I'm not actually a man, but I'm not explaining that here, it would take too long and there are things I'd get Thrown Out of the Up Above for divulging. And life on earth isn't fun for a disinherited angel. Generally, the Big Guy turns you into some freak before he sends you Down Here and you have to spend the rest of Eternity with people backing away from you with Miffy handbags over their noses. So don't ask me, because I won't tell you. And anyway, I don't have time to explain. I'm down here on a Mission. I need to seek out the woman you call Isobel Campbell, for she is the next Prophet of the Lord and must be informed of this Divine Providence. Okay, so that's a lie. Angels don't tell lies. I've been here on this Earth too long already. Before long, I'll start wanting to fuck, and that causes all sorts of problems. Especially when, technically, you aren't actually a man. Although some people go for that, but I don't have time to tell you about them. The reason I have to find Isobel Campbell is...... is.......... I don't know. I can't explain it. I just have to find her. I have to talk to her, to hear her voice, to tell her of these strange feelings she inspires, or regret it for the Rest of Eternity. You see, I saw a picture of her, on this lad's computer, in a dark town in the middle of England - "that's Isobel Campbell -- you should go to Scotland and fall in love with her" he said. yeah, that's what he said, and he didn't think about how much trouble it would cause me. He just said it, and went back to playing with himself. I'm in Cambridge. I know she's here. I found a library round the back of the SitNWiggle Club in a small town in Scotland, and I looked at a machine, and i found this: >Administration and Support in the Department of Applied Economics >Isobel Campbell-Stewart Librarian Bella.Campbell-Stewart at econ.cam.ac.uk What is a Stewart Librarian? Do they, like other librarians, always keep their word? How do I introduce myself to her? I've met a few great writers in my time, and I'm looking to them for inspiration. What would Billy Shakespeare have said? 'Dear Isobel Will these hands ne'er be clean?' No, utterly inappropriate. Fucking hell, what's the good of hanging out with lots of dead people if you don't LEARN anything from them? 'cept I don't really get to hang out with them, I'm too busy manning the entrance. Keeping the likes of Russell Grant away from people who don't want to be bothered by some camp old blerter. Then there's Michael Aspel, always after new material for that programme of his. Bloody persistent he is, too. I've threatened him with fire and brimstone many times but he just laughs and adjusts his never-changing hair. Once, I let him speak to Eamonn Andrews and -- enough. There's nothing, there's nothing I can think of to say to her..Aldous Huxley would have thought of something... but Aldous isn't here. Never there, friends, when you want them. Always bothering you at other times, asking you metaphysical questions, thinking you know the answer to everything just because you live in a super-enlightened realm.. I tell him, I say "Aldous, I didn't MAKE the fucking place, I just have to look after it. Ask the big J, if he's out of the whorehouse this early.." Oh, you didn't hear me say that. I'll settle for something simple.. 'Isobel. You are the amniotic fluid in the womb of my universe, the placenta which feeds me, and sustains my rebirth. I dream of my existence brushing against yours, and holding it in communion for a moment or two. Yours Peter, St. (Divine Emissary)' There...that comes straight to the point, doesn't it? So, I drop this off at the University, give her some time to receive it and read it, I don't want to look too Mark Chapman - I spoke to John Lennon once and he says fans turning up unannounced is a REAL turn-off... play it a bit cool, go explore Cambridge for a bit. Somebody..... that E.M. Forster, I think once told me it was quite nice, 'part from all the sodomy...Odd he should say such a thing, once you get to know him. So, I go exploring, look around, find some pretty scenery, find some pretty buildings, find some pretty little short-skirted- no, Peter, you are an ANGEL. Give her some time, play it cool, look around. I phone the boy who showed me her photo: "I'm going to meet Isobel Campbell, how should I shape my appearance?" "Look, I can't talk now, the postman has just delivered some letters and I'm OHHH that's good" "Don't fuck with me, boy" I tell him, I shout, and I put on my Voice Of The Heavens (similar to Voice Of The Beehive only a lot deeper and without the harmonies. Oh and scary as a fuck of a fuck being fucked) and I roar "Don't fuck with me, boy..." "I'm not, I'm fucking with----" "JUST TELL ME" "Oh, I don't know. She likes twee shite, from what I can tell. Try and look like a Hello Kitty pencil case" I hang up on the fucker. I'll remember this, I'll write it in my Holy Ten Centuries To A Page Diary when I get back Up Above. Make sure he's housed in the Barracks with Mary Whitehouse. Get him peeling carrots. See if he gets time to fuck THEN. If I can't do it, I don't see why every self-important little bastard should- A Hello Kitty Pencil Case, then? I cover myself in pink fluff and draw on a few blue whiskers. Give her time, play it cool. I wait thirty seconds and I go to meet her. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sun Jan 20 18:59:54 2002 From: LilGrape25 at xxx.com (LilGrape25 at xxx.com) Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 13:59:54 EST Subject: Sinister: The wee sing train's a'coming, a'coming 'round the bend. Just hear those wheels a'rumbling, a'rolling through the land! Message-ID: <82.1643f4a7.297c6dac@aol.com> Hello sinnie kids! I'm at the very crest of an emotional wave these says, everything has been going so unbelivably wonderful that I feel any moment I must crash..but yet wonderful things keep happening to me and the white foam is not so cushy and lusterous that I fear it must implode. It all started thursday, when my long awaited letter of acceptance into my summer camp and safe harbour's Counsellor In Training program, inviting me to be a a CIT in weaving, which was my first choice. Weaving is the only thing I can do better than anyone else I know, its the only activity I truely understand and love. It makes me so happy, and the thought of spending half of every day this summer teaching other people to do it is unbelievably exciting. A frenzy immediately started online to find out who got invited to work in what shop, and all of my close friends got their first or second choice. Everyone is happy. The same night, I found out that I wasn't going to have to visit my grandparents over presidents weekend, so I can go visit my friends instead. yippee! Then I sent my first list crush vote. I didn't think things could get any better, then I got Max Grapenut's (you need a sinister name max, and until you come up with a better one you can share mine...) post about me. Strangest thing about it, as I was thinking of what my next post would be about, I decided I'd write something about how wonderful he is, and how unbelievably synched we are and how lovely it is to be with someone you think is so wonderful, while constantly being reminded how like them you are in some ways. Makes one feel very good about themself, and about the entity that is Max and Rachel..whatever on earth that is. No name, but its certainly very lovely. The year before I met max was in some ways the most terrible, lonely year of my life..but also the one that shaped the basics of who I am. I spent the first half of the school year trying to come to terms with my first relationship, with a now straight girl named Laura- still the person for whom I have had the most intense desire- how much I loved her and needed her, and how terribly uncomfortable I had made her in my near obsession with her. Then I read Stranger In A Strange Land, and concocted a number of very idealistic and naive postulates about the nature of life and love. I convinced myself that all I needed was for one person to have an understanding of the way I saw things- which I then believed was the only way things could ever correctly be seen. I convinced myself that my then boyfriend ben was this person, which he obviously was not. Ben refuses to see or speak to me now. I left the year angry at everyone and everything. I was not looking forward to my new s! chool at all...there was not goi ng to be anyone who I would like at all, and I would have to re-establish my reputation as a complete looney. ugh. Well, though my views on life have changed in many ways since then, I was correct in that there can be one person who makes everything better. Funny actually, since after ben broke up with me I convinced myself that that was the only thing about which I had been wrong, that there was no one anywhere who understood everything, that no one person could make me happy. Max taught me by being himself that there are other correct ways of looking at the world besides mine, and at the same time showed me by being the friend I dreamed of having that the way I saw things was correct. The most love to all of you, Rachel Grapenut Wait! Just a few more things I have to say: I'm sorry about your little "teenage" sister, Miss Pancake. She would get along with the kids from the YMCA. A big welcome to all the lovely new people, especially Poet the Baker, who's future posts (maybe some poems, even?) I look forward to reading. This has to be the grandest round of the flattery game you and I have ever played, max. I say we both win. I much prefer it to the blame game, which I am so terrible at. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sun Jan 20 22:22:52 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 22:22:52 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Life is a Rollercoaster Ride Message-ID: Sinister, please help!! I just can't get cheezy pop lyrics outta my head. Some girls' loving is all I think about. I hear Ronan Boyzone in a shopping centre (say, "Baby, can I hold you tonight") and it makes me smile. Scary stuff. It leads me to ask, in an annoyingly Sarah Jessica Parkeresque way: "Does falling in love rob you of all musical taste?" Hopefully it's just a phase. Looking forward to Brighton in three weeks. I haven't been to the sea-side in ages. It's inadvisable, but I may be compelled to bathe. Hopefully some responsible London listee will co-ordinate arrangements for us city slickers making the jaunt. I have a big bag that I reckon Joe Vester could fit into. Now we just have to think of something to tell his mother. Oh and if anyone fancies making it into a five day sinister marathon, there's Track and Field on the Friday night and a gig in Oxford the following Tuesday that really shouldn't be missed featuring our own Cola Cube Cay. (plug please?) I have something in common with Baker Baker. I fainted once too. At the baseball ground in Derby, on a misty January day in 1992. Shit, was that really ten years ago? What does Mark Casarotto do at weekends? Two whole days in a row and no household cleaning updates. Which reminds me, his beloved Wimbledon FC have a goalkeeping coach called.....Stuart Murdoch! It's true. Explains those strong arms. Disjointed as always. Cheerio all you good good people and happy travels to Desmond Torpey. Y'come back soon now, y'hear? Benapps x x x x _________________________________________________________________ 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 dirtyvicar at xxx.net Sun Jan 20 22:32:27 2002 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 22:32:27 +0000 Subject: Sinister: who's your daddy? Message-ID: Hello again Sinister, Sunday evenings have their own ritual here in the vicarage. Basically, I sit down, pour myself a nice glass of port, cut a slice or two of Slard, and set to writing my week's Sinister post. If the post is good enough I might even send it. Ah, Slard. Have I ever told you about Slard? It's the miracle food of the future. Slard (Sugared Lard) is a nutritious and tasty concoction guaranteed to please all the families at all kinds of meal occasions. It offers all the taste of sugar, all the goodness of lard. Slard - ask for it by name. I saw two films last week. One was called "Tartüff" and was directed by FW Murnau. It was one of them German silent films from the 1920s. I especially liked the fact that the title character was an archetypal dirty vicar, affecting an image of saintliness as a way of conning some sap out of his money, trying it on with the sap's wife the while. I must give that kind of thing a go sometime. There must be plenty of people with attractive wives, more money than sense, and a need for spiritual guidance. The other film was "Mulholland Drive", David Lynch's toptastic new film. I realised a while ago that David Lynch is so far removed from the mood of the filmgoing public that he is basically making films for me. He must have got wind of my feeling that his last film "The Straight Story" was a bit too nicey and mainstream, because this is a return to oldschool Lynch - you know, surreal menace, dreaminess, odd plot twists and so on. My quick summary is that "Mulholland Drive" is a film about Hollywood - the shiny, glittery Hollywood of exciting intrigue and adventure, and the sordid Hollywood of real lives, broken dreams, and broken hearts. It also features Billy Ray Cyrus getting punched in the face. I was surprised by Billy Ray Cyrus, he delivers an amusingly understated comic performance in his admittedly brief on-screen time. Maybe he'll give up the singing and become the man film directors call when they want a mulleted meathead with a heart of gold to deliver slightly odd platitudes. I think by now people saying that they are waking up to 'I'm Waiting Up To Us' is a bit of a cliché, but it's amazing how much of a grower that song is. I find myself humming it to myself an awful lot. I reckon soon I'll finally give in and decide that I like it. And that I like the song too. Grainne was right, my last subject line was a reference to the mighty Warlords of Pez. They are this strange Dublin band who play gigs wearing animal masks all dressed in, er can't remember, is it leather jackets and cycling shorts? And they have someone onstage with them with a flipchart which contains the lyrics to their songs (usually the same as the title of their songs). One song is called 'Derek Davis In A Pound Shop With A Basket Full Of Deodorant' (this might mean more to you if you were familiar with Irish TV personality Derek Davis), another 'Fuck Your Partner Like A Zombie Till Their Brains Come Out Their Head' (or something like that). I think they're destined for massive mainstream success. Is Chris Pez in Warlords of Pez? that would be cool. big shout to James for putting the pictures of the Belfast gig up on the web. now all will recognise the Dirty Vicar. Well, time to stop typing, I feel like I ran out of things to say before this message started. Big shout to everyone who agreed with things I said. bless you all, 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 lokar20 at xxx.com Sun Jan 20 22:31:16 2002 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 16:31:16 -0600 Subject: Sinister: "Standing on the mound, with the ball in my hand, staring at a guy... Message-ID: ...with a wooden stick, and knowing he can't touch me. It is the only time I feel powerful." I generally do not like tradition. Growing up and still living in the southern United States, I know how much traditions matter to people. To me, traditions seem to be sort of an antithesis to progress. If we don't change things, nothing can move forward. This is why I've done my best to not participate in as many traditions as possible (much to the annoyance of my parents, my ex-girlfriends, my ex-teachers, etc...). However, I must admit that for the past few months, I have begun what seems to be a tradition. Every Sunday morning I wake up, throw on some clothes, and drive to the local Blockbuster Video (the one on Cottage Hill Rd. to be exact). I then rent a crummy new release I have no interest in ever seeing. I go home, then I watch it. I'm not sure why I do this, but I do it. And I enjoy it. In fact, I even wake up on Sunday mornings very excited about it. Sometimes it turns out alright (15 Minutes was okay), but then, sometimes it turns out, well, pretty much how I expected it to (Scary Movie 2, Rush Hour 2, The Glass House). This week's however, might just take the cake for the worst. Summer Catch incorporates everything bad about romantic-sport-comedies, and takes it about three levels worse. It's got the wrong-side-of-the-tracks romance, the cruel and controlling father(s), the wacky friends that seem to feel left out when the 'hero' makes new friends, the rivalries with the teammates, that last game, that last inning, the girl is leaving town, etc... I have a whole new confidence in life today. This actually happens quite often, but I always lose that confidence in a matter of days. Sometimes, something very special comes along to lift my spirits back up, something that makes me feel the world is mine for the taking. Summer Catch has become the newest inspiration. If somebody (WB in this case) is willing to put up several MILLION dollars to make that rubbish, then surely, anything is possible. A movie this bad, this poorly written, this badly acted, this terribly unfunny, can be made, then anything is possible. Anyone can do anything. Just remember that. Kieran's story about the kid in primary school reminded me of one of the worst feelings I've ever had. When I was in third grade, a boy named Shane Hale was something of the bully of the class. He annoyed me and many others terribly. His mother died in a car wreck when we were in third grade. I felt bad for him, because I could never imagine my mother dying at the time. He was picking on a friend of mine, making fun of him for some reason. I can't remember what. This made me upset, so I turned to him, and said "well, at least his mother's alive." It took me a long time to get over saying that. I don't know what I was thinking. I never apologized either, although I wish I would have. Moving on to more belle and sebastian-y things, I had an idea to be totally disregarded. Now that there is a heavely body (turning the list into some sort of Wim Wenders film) pining for Ms. Cambell, I think that MISS (not Mrs.) House and the banchory crew should start selling dates with members of the band. I am sure there are plenty of people willing to pay ungodly amounts for an evening with Ms. Cambell, Mr. Murdoch, Ms. Martin, Mr. Jackson, Beans, and the rest of the lot. They are sitting on a gold mine. It's time to stop thinking about ethics and music, and start thinking profit. Anyhow, I had originally planned on writing a diatribe about how much I love baseball, but I'm not going to do that now. I've gone on for far too long. I must apologize, but I really felt like typing. My online diary is not working, so I had to do it somewhere. Okay. I'm not proofreading this. I like to live dangerously. Sometimes. -Matt P.S. The only reason Scary Movie 2 was not the worst is because I could not help but chuckle at Andy Richter playing Mystikal's "Shake it Fast" or "Shake your Ass" on the piano at a dinner party. _________________________________________________________________ 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 lleweth at xxx.com Mon Jan 21 05:40:53 2002 From: lleweth at xxx.com (Laura Llew) Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 05:40:53 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Your life will be the death of me Message-ID: Four hours and seven minutes ago your Laura Llew brought forth on this list to write a new post, conceived in insomniac ramblings and dedicated to any single boys open to the proposition of being dipped in chocolate. Until shiny objects merged with newfound follies to engage her in a making of a friendship.com quiz, testing whether you or anyone so dedicated can long endure the notion of actually being intimately familiar with the tempestuous little wench. http://friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=Lleweth * Naturally, the above quiz is littered with a multitude of mistakes but I suppose nothing would be truly Laura Llew if it weren't. It reminded me of the times when I had to come up with Ice Breakers for Group Therapy** and I would always choose my old standby of having everyone come up with three things about themselves and having the others try and decide which one was false. (Because I encourage lying and deceit. Afterall, I am a girl.) Last week, I met another list member when I went down to Atlanta for a book conference. Yes, I've gone from Sinister Shy to Sinister Skank (and you can too for just three payments of $19.95! It's fast & easy - not unlike what you'll be in just 3 months!) You probably know Jay from his adorably cute pictures of him dressed in an Eeyore costume on the photo page and I can assure you that he is nothing less than the MOST darling boy EVER! (and me with no pockets big enough to carry him home in!) Of course, he did accuse me of being a Sinister Con-artist with getting people to do things for me - like making mix tapes. No worries though - I simply had him read me a couple of Salinger stories to make up for such unfounded accusations. (I requested "For Esme' With Love & Squalor" just for you, Fairweather Farrell) I do enjoy meeting up with people from here even if it's just because I randomly find myself saying things such as, "It puts Genital Herpes to shame!' Speaking of meeting up, shame, and nothing at all to do with Genital Herpes - Maddie minxed, "If you'd like to send us gifts to celebrate, you're more than welcome. Laura would like a puppy, books and chocolate. I'd like, you know, shiny stuff. Oh, and a hip flask, please." Normally, I'd fight her over that hip flask but happily for Christmas I received a pair of Martini glasses with the following Dorothy Parkerism inscribed on them: I like to have a Martini Two at the very most Three I'm under the table Four I'm under my host Oh, Maddie, don't worry - green *is* your color! As for puppies, I tend to like pets that are much like myself - quiet, slow, not too energetic or drooling, fond of naps, and cute in that pathetic sort of way. (Think Flash from Dukes of Hazzard). As for books, I like them the same way I like my nights in Tijuana - leatherbound. This past week I was referred to as "GhostLady" whether this was due to my complexion, vanishing personality, or the fact I was ordering a ghost stories book from the publishingboy who called me this is debatable. It amused me nonetheless. Hainting & haunting, Laura * If you get nine right, I'll let you read to me! ** I was studying to become a therapist. Little did I know what I was really learning was several neurotic tendencies which would later be appropriate for me to discuss in therapy of my own. Not that I have but I'm well stocked in any case. _________________________________________________________________ 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 Mon Jan 21 05:36:38 2002 From: chinacat81 at xxx.com (Kirsten Kenyon) Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 23:36:38 -0600 Subject: Sinister: my sunday ritual: exhaust. cigarettes. public radio. Message-ID: <7D506E4B2ABF9414A85F18A1EEC8A014@chinacat81.wildmail.com>   "so you're some kind of walking bar, then?"  "no.  well...i guess...today.  anyway."  i looked around self-consciously.  elizabeth was sitting cross-legged on a bare mattress in the corner, her pretty face bearing an expression of stern concentration as she carefully bored two holes in the nostrils of a plastic doll head.  my eyes scanned over the edge of the mattress, over the filthy concrete floor, over dried paint and pornography, discarded articles of clothing, bottles, butts, spoons and puddles of mysterious liquids, thick and oily under the harsh track lighting.  moving up the wall...massive canvasses, partially-covered, crumbling bricks and blueprints, squares of greasy gold paper tacked to the wall with electrical tape.  i stopped on a series of photographs.  an emaciated boy. hollow cheeks, bony arms, dark-rimmed eyes and ashy lips.  to look at the photos, you might think it was the lighting.  but i've seen the boy around, and he looks that way in the sun.     "what the fuck is this?"  the shout came from the boy who'd spoken to me earlier.     a pair of wide blue eyes snapped away from a heated poker game.   the lips under the eyes moved slightly and muttered "enya."   the shouter sputtered.  smashed his derby with his palm, flipped his cigarette onto the floor...ignoring the four ashtrays within comfortable reaching distance.   easy, mickey.  take it easy.  it's okay...a skinny boy with a glistening forehead hopped over the back of the sofa to change the music, then vaulted back onto the stained cushion and excitedly drummed along on the slab of plywood pretending to be a coffee table.  lust for life.  hah.  nearly everything i could see was half- dead.  at least half.   "so, my dear, how about a beverage?"   elizabeth squeezed the doll head and two narrow streams of smoke shot out of its nostrils and slowly dissipated over our heads.  one side of the head was crushed. i stared, fascinated, at the grotesque, pink baby doll face until elizabeth tilted it back and its long eyelashes blinked at me.     "here, i'll go with you."  she pushed herself to her feet and lit a cigarette, which had been helplessly hanging from my lips for several minutes.   we cautiously walked across the room, stepping over greyish whites and tubes of paint.  batted our way through a tattered flag dangling vertically from a leaking pipe.  over a pile of blankets...a slab of concrete...someone's bed...a sooty pillow.   out into the cold.  i ran/skidded/skated across the alley to my car.    we returned bearing two small bottles of tonic water and the remnant of my bombay sapphire. a boy on the floor looked up from his book.    "where have you been all my life?"  "....um...around...."  the strangers laughed.  somebody wiped out a few glasses.  a telephone rang.  "doorbell!"  someone screeched and rolled over the sofa, gangly limbs dancing over everyone's laps to embrace the model who was framed in the doorway, slouching under the weight of two jugs of wine and a wooden crate of beer.     more introductions...it was pointless.  i nodded.  we thought we should get going.  back into the cold, into a coffee house that was far too full.  off to another, just in time to catch the reverend.     "awww we-hell looky here, we got us some purty lil dancin girls, lettin it awlllll hang out.  hey there, sweetiepies."   i wasn't dancing, for once.  well, i held onto elizabeth's hand and she twirled under my arm.  but my feet didn't move.  elizabeth had never met the reverend before.   "he looks like a winker," she whispered.  i whispered back that he was, and also a drinker.  and fond of pall malls.  the cigarettes.    we couldn't find a table.  elizabeth found enough floor space to sprawl out on her back.  i sat on a two-by-four balanced on top of a radiator. we talked for a bit.  i wondered....maybe.  with the art thing.  i realized been going about it all wrong. the clean white gesso, the dropcloths, the eco-friendly turpenoid, the easy- clean tile floors and that damn dog stepping in everything all the time. having a job...being thusly required, each afternoon, to scrub the paint out of my hair and my nails and my pores and look presentable enough to serve bread to the good people of whitefish bay, wisconsin. now i have this...overwhelming...you know, i'm long out of canvas. but there are wood floors. lots of empty wall space, too. and newspapers and old t-shirts and cardboard boxes, ceilings and a large concrete driveway. sidewalks. storefronts. bell towers. (i'm probably joking.) no worries. but...classes start on tuesday, and my art school days are over.  i'm going to study english.  god knows my grammar needs some serious work.   ENOUGH. or more.  love. love and sunny sunny sunny weather.  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 mmcneil79 at xxx.com Mon Jan 21 09:57:09 2002 From: mmcneil79 at xxx.com (Madeleine McNeil) Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 09:57:09 +0000 Subject: Sinister: We are, we are, we are the Mods Message-ID: I went out on Saturday night. I had a real cliche of a cold, all streaming eyes and red nose and sniffles and general misery. I sat next to a very very dull sci-fi fan at a Chinese restaurant. Anything produced without the involvement of William Shatner was pronouced 'crap'. I blew my nose on the Christmas napkins (a bit early, I think, but then Christmas does seem to get earlier every year, no?). It was a friend's birthday, she insisted on doing karaoke. I hate karaoke. It makes me squirm inside. My friend stood in front of the machine, singing occasionally, having a chat with her mates occasionally. I sniffled. Sexy Susan arrived in a cloud of expensive perfume and terrifying cleavage. She bought me a whisky, patted my shoulder, and told me to go dancing. I always do what Sexy Susan tells me to, so off I went. We went to a terrific club called Brighton Beach, mod/indie/hipster heaven. Aren't mod boys ace? I watched a group of them in their handsome suits and stramge little hair-dos dancing away and strutting their stuff. They're so... victorious, like a winning football team. And every sone that comes on, they look at each other and raise their fists in the air, "They're playing OUR song!" Of course they are, you silly boys, the flyer for the club has a picture of The Jam on the front! They look so proud and cocky. Bless 'em. It must be nice to be so pleased with life. It must be nice to have a gang to dance with and to swap ties with. Oh, and they looked so young! Sixteen years old and fresh faced. Yes, I was tempted to put one in my pocket. My own personal mod. I could stand him on the shelf and ask him style tips. I got rather drunk, and returned home with a bag of damp, snot-sodden tissues on my back. I went into #sinister for a wee chat, so I smoked and listened to TWATTYBUS and blathered on about nothing. After a while, I looked round my room. YIKES! There's a girl in my room! The loved one had snuck back to my house and was sitting on my bed. And had been for twenty minutes! How odd and rather spooky. She giggled at me, thought I was mad as a bucket. I signed off. I will soon have a Sinister visitor. Stacey Dahling is coming to play for a bit. I will take her for walks by the canal and out for noodles and then to see 'Storytelling' at my local independant arts venue. It's be nice to have someone new to talk to. I wonder if she knows what she's letting herself in for.... I got 70% on Laura Llew's friendship test. What does this mean? I'm not good enough to read to her, but I'm good enough to bind her books? I, too, await the next installment of Mark Casarotto's domestic chores saga with anticipation. When he runs out of floors to scrub, there's plenty here. Love Madeleine 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 pah6211 at xxx.com Mon Jan 21 10:14:23 2002 From: pah6211 at xxx.com (PAUL HEALY) Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 10:14:23 +0000 Subject: Sinister: London Listees Message-ID: <3C4BE9FF.2010702@yahoo.com> Any want to see 'A' at Cargo tonight it is invite only and I have a spare.If you do e-mail me off list. Paul Healy P.S. Please don't bother having a go at my taste in music. btw this is my first post I have been on the list since april I'm a 23 year old tax dodger. I went most London meet ups last year and went to the Glasgow QMU gig. also go to see Ballboy(strange friut at the spitz) on Friday _________________________________________________________ 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 R.Playforth at xxx.uk Mon Jan 21 10:19:49 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 10:19:49 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: a series of fortunate events Message-ID: what an exciting few weekends i now have to look forward to. this saturday i'm trolleying up to fair london to watch the comedy stylings of two gorgeous, if conceited, boys from york. then the following weekend i'll be in york myself, revisiting the old haunts, getting scared by the married state of my friend karen, and possibly kidnapping the sinister massive for pints of bitter (what do you think york girls and boys - fancy it?) and THEN on the following saturday it's the famous fabulous freaky flirty fantastic BRIGHTON MEETUP! ben apps wisely suggested that you city types come down together, in case you start to panic once you get south of the river, i suppose. but don't worry, your mobile phones will still work, and you won't become gay as soon as you pull in to brighton station (unless you want to.) i do hope racheljoe pancake can persuade his mum - what if i phoned her and she saw what a nice sensible sober girl i was, joe? well, no content as such. just a happy excited archel who is Loving all your posts lately. especially the ones from my fellow rachels, not that i'm biased... luv archel xxx ps. i hope st peter isn't using his time here to mark our cards re. judgement day... think of the dirt he'd find on me in the archives. ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.org.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 boyincorduroy at xxx.com Mon Jan 21 11:51:54 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 11:51:54 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: More toss Message-ID: <20020121115154.22948.qmail@web10403.mail.yahoo.com> Hello. How many of you can honestly say that this morning you've cleaned the INSIDE of your kitchen dustbin? Huh? BApps (hohohohohohohoho! my sides!) asked what I do on the weekends. Well, it's usually a combination of undertaking, base jumping and beating off until I weep. Ideally all at the same time. Have you ever seen spunk and tears travelling at 120mph? Anyway, no time for housework on weekends, I'm just too, too crazy bonkers, you know. (hmm, I need a handy household tip) Don't cook fish, it stinks. (not a good tip. I'll try another) Don't let your extremely tidy girlfriend see your toilet when you haven't cleaned it for a while, as she'll BREAK your loo brush before you can say "oh well, I needed a new one anyway". (this isn't working very well. I shall go and visit some ladies' websites for something more appropriate). I hope no-one's posted this since the last digest - in an article on polls in yesterday's Observer, Trevor Baker included the following paragraph. It's nothing new, just nice to see our favourites in a national newspaper: "Ironically, the most successful exponents of this [multiple voting] technique aren't some industry-created hype-machine. In 1999, Belle and Sebastian, perhaps the most indie group in Britain, beat Steps to win Best Newcomer. According to the Brits' press office, approximately 1,000 of their votes were traced directly to one phone line at Strathclyde University. Belle and Sebastian won because their computer-literate student fans knew how easy and inexpensive it was to vote by email. This year, every voter has to give their name and home phone number in order to eliminate the threat of duplicate voting but, to an outraged Pete Waterman's disgust, the BPI declared that B+S and their fans had done nothing wrong." (full article is online at http://www.observer.co.uk/life/story/0,6903,636208,00.html) Anyway. I was intrigued by necrobabes.com, mentioned a couple of digests ago, so I went and had a look. My heavens! I strongly recommend innocent sinisterines check out the photo story - the writing is particularly special. Toodle pip - I'm off to find w**k. Can anyone recommend any good websites which offer jobs in British TV? Mark xxx p.s. oh, go on then - www2.friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=biondino __________________________________________________ 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 h.brown6 at xxx.uk Mon Jan 21 12:15:51 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 12:15:51 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Took a walk on primrose hill. Message-ID: <3C4C0677.446D32F1@camb.linst.ac.uk> I haven't yet but i might do that this week. I wanted to make this a quickie but i have a feeling i will pad it out with nonsense. Madeline made a good point about mods, they are fab, but they are very mysterious (well the leicester ones anyway) because you NEVER see them in the day time, or in Asda or whatever. I always Imaginged that they lived in a little bedsit with a sink in the corner, some flowery wall paper and lots of records. In the mid ninetees, if you were very lucky, you would see one hanging around silver street but now they have fled elsewhere. The horrible truth about those mods is that they don't dress like that all the time and they probably wore suits especially to get in free. My main point of this post is that over christmas some people mentioned a book they had read, perhaps Madeline mentioned it???? this is stupidly vague but the book sounded sort of indie and nice (perhaps about a kid?) and i want to know what it is so i can buy it and read it and...and..... Ive read High Fidelity twice in one week now and i need more words!!!!! I don't have much else to say, nothing funny or interesting has happened that i can turn into a good story, i've just been painting and repeatedly cutting out the alphabet for fun. I did watch "Bloody Sunday" yesterday and found it very harrowing. There was so much about that night that i didn't know, i thought it was a brilliant version of the events (not that i was there or born or anything) it made me feel quite depressed and ashamed that i had no idea until last night that the officers who led the attack were commended by the queen. Joe Vester seems very fraught about valentine's day, well, i say, use it as a good excuse to spent LOTS of money on records and cake. Some of you lot have talked about Fruitloop mentions, and i don't think i've been mentioned yet, so go on Rachel, say something nice, if you can't then simply choose one of these delightful, pre-made compliments and paste them into your post ;> 1,that hannah girl really is such an intelligent and witty young thing, 2, I think i am going to move to london and live with hannah, she seems like so much fun 3,hannah really does rule the school Enough of this tomfoolery, i think i'm going to puke love tiny hannah +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shewitt at xxx.uk Mon Jan 21 14:16:01 2002 From: shewitt at xxx.uk (Stephen Hewitt) Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 14:16:01 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Using someone else's vague mention of something to plug your own thing... Message-ID: ...if that makes any sense at all. ANYWAY ben said: Oh > and if anyone > fancies making it into a five day sinister marathon, there's > Track and Field > on the Friday night and a gig in Oxford the following Tuesday > that really > shouldn't be missed featuring our own Cola Cube Cay. (plug please?) IN FACT if anyone fancies coming to oxford on the SUNDAY 10 FEBRUARY (and i have it on good authority that ms cube herself will be there) you can come to MY fantastic evening of indie/pop sillyness, CLUB SUSSED at the very same venue (the cellar) that Cay's band are playing at (i'll leave the rest of her details to her, but i'm pretty sure their gig is the MONDAY, not tuesday). It's only 2squid to get in, it's from 8 til 12.30 (YAY, late licence) and, erm, we play loads of belle and sebastian and stuff (mainly stuff, admittedly, but quite a bit of b&s too). I am also considering having the monday off so i could give guided tours ("this is a pub, this is a very old building, this is another pub, this is a member of radiohead, this is a pub, this is chelsea clinton, etc etc") to any visitors. saw this in today's grauniad: http://jobs.guardian.co.uk/officehours/story/0,9897,636564,00.html thought mr cassarotto might like it (no mention of doing all the housework or w*nking lots in it though ;)) xoxo CarsmileSteve +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 21 14:36:15 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 14:36:15 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I'm waking up to toss Message-ID: I have been a clever Trevor yesterday and decided to not read any sinister e-mails so that I can come to work today with loads of posts to read, and what a wonderful plan it was! I had enough posts this morning to last me from 8:30am until 12:00 just then to keep me away from OBH (office boredom hell). I was also most delighted to read that Mark Casarotto has found some good w**k from necrobabes.com, and that his love lotion can travel at speeds of 120mph. But regarding his fishy matter... >>(hmm, I need a handy household tip) Don't cook fish, it stinks<< My mum taught me this but, if you put in slices of ginger when you cook your fish, it would get rid of its smell. Okay, now that I'm in the subjects of food, the scrumptious hannah brown just said: >i've just been painting and repeatedly cutting out the alphabet for fun<< which reminded me. Ever since I've joined the ranks of living on my own and thus having to shop for food / cook for myself, I've been looking long and hard to try and find one of my childhood favourites that is: Campbell's Vegetable Alphabet Soup! which comes in a can, and it's like this ordinary tasting Vegetable Soup - except it has hundreds of alphabet shaped pasta inside it! With which you can spell out words, rude or otherwise for hours on end until your soup gets cold - i.e. hours of fun. I've been searching in both TESCOS (is tescos an acronym? What does it stand for apart from Good food for good value?) and Sainsbury's for Campbell's Vegetable Alphabet Soup, but I can't find it ANYWHERE! Does it still exist? Surely Campbell's could not have discontinued such a great product! Please say it ain't so - any help in locating the said soup would be much appreciated - I'd even write "I love " with the pasta letters to who can help me locate the elusive soup. In other news, I dreamt about both Richard Gillanders and Jeremy Tweddle last night, and neither of them were throwing up. They kept asking me to get them water from the kitchen when I was trying to sleep, tho. All I need to do now is to find a way to spend the rest of the afternoon at work now that I have exhausted all your e-mails. Maybe I can rearrange the letters on my keyboard to spell out rude words. Boobs, knickers, farting 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 tompettinger at xxx.uk Mon Jan 21 19:55:15 2002 From: tompettinger at xxx.uk (Tom Pettinger) Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 19:55:15 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Lloyd Cole & Letterbombs Message-ID: <003501c1a2b5$8dd7e080$13313c3e@pbncomputer> Hello, chums. (haha, that is such a cringe-worthy word if ever there was one, but I'm saying it because I just recently saw "If....", so "shag off, you scum!")(It's a brilliant film, by the way.) Quite a lot of things in Joe's post amused me, I suppose because we are a similar age. (Coincidence, or merely chance?) These are them... Trying to get siblings to listen to G!R!A!T!E music to no avail. My lil'sister likes pop but not the good stuff, my lil'brother likes rap...I have never heard any good rap... This spread in my mind to the usual trying-to-get-hapless-others-into-the-music-that-mentally-balances-me, which is always infuriating. I'm on a coach, passing round huge headphones that spew a wonderful mixture of music, and people smile politely and say, "hmm, it's ok I suppose" and then go back to their processed and cheaply packaged shit-on-a-disc. Even if you hate it, for crying out loud don't just say, "it's alright..." Another siblings related thing, but this time a contrast: Joe said:"She also gets huge amounts of Kudos (it would seem) at school from having a teenage brother". I am a constant source of embarrassment to my bro and sis, because for some unknown reason bowling shoes and corduroy are not cool in their circle of friends. Neither is my tank top. Also, I hang around with two be-afro-ed people who also have younger siblings and who are greeted in the street with, "Is that a wig?!", "Get a haircut!" or just "Sheeeeeeeeep!" by even the youngest of children. And besides shouting back that they will cut out the heart of the perpetrator and feed it to a goat, there's not a lot they can do. Next subject... Valentines day. *raspberry noise*. I don't mind it, really, except that I was ditched the day before it a couple of years ago. (What an incredible bugger.) Although I'm sure I didn't appreciate it at the time, it was quite nice of her really. Saving me the expense of buying something only to be dumped after it's receipt. Or at least saving me the embarrassment of having to ask for it back. I will still be sending my usual card and twelve red roses to Buffy the Vampire Slayer's house (you know, the one in Sunnydale.) And I expect I will not be receiving anything from her in return, as she is far too busy slaying demons and the like. As far as I can see, this is the only reason why I haven't received anything from her these past five years. Heartless bitch.Some girls really know how to crush you, don't they? "Ladies and gentleman, I give you Burt Bacharach." Tom XXXXX P.S. Props: Simply to the filthy Reverend, for "Slard". P.P.S.Question: Someone mentioned Lloyd Cole a bit ago, but I can't remember if it was cushioned in praise or on the end of a string of obscenities, but I'd like to know what he's like 'cos Oxfam have loads of his records in at the moment, so some help on that one, please! P.P.P.S: If anyone knows for sure they will not be receiving anything on Valentines day, give me your address and I'll send you a letter bomb. Then I'll come round on the 14th and we can open it together. ;-) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Jan 22 00:52:42 2002 From: hugoles at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Toy=20Stephen?=) Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 00:52:42 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: beauty by chance Message-ID: <20020122005242.9888.qmail@web13507.mail.yahoo.com> Hello wonderful Sinister kids. In a fit of inspiration (no doubt brought down by St Peter & his Isobel Odyssey), I will try to part the sea of all yr fabulous posts that have inundated my mechanical senses & say hello. first: a theme: In an Independent article abt Sri Lanka, Sophie James saith: 'Serendip, the name given to this island when the ancient Greeks discovered her. It means, literally, "beauty discovered by chance".' Yesterday was my Viennese housemate's 25th birthday. We celebrated as kids celebrate. Generic blues chords played meanderingly, improvised Blues lyrics from all at the table, punctuated wit hwine bottles & bee rtins slammed onto surfaces. 'plank' and 'bucket' are good end words for the first two verses; the rhyming pairs in 3 & 4 (preferably with 'flank' for the 3 &, er..., for 4) then set such a lovely tone. Any, at 2am, a good friend (born in Sri Lanka, by chance) swept into the house with one of her friends and snow like the train of a wedding dress. By sunrise, exceeding everyone's secretest conceits of blissful love affairs, a boy went with a boy & a girl made plans to go with another girl. There was such joie & self-satisfaction I thought we were in an Iris Murdoch novel set in a country house in Dorset. My Sri Lankan friend succeeded on an impossible task & turned Toy Stephen into a Diva. Blond short wig, forest green ankle length dress, creme-coloured feather robe-coat, a broad knitted muffler, & mysterious sunglasses. When the films develop, I shall send a scan to Honey so everyone can feel as if she was there (& I invited you all; where _were_ you?). Plans hatched for an eclectic band, guitar, saxophone, keyboards, a keen opera Tenor (another housemate) & whatever rubbish about the house that makes noise. I hope we can do some B&S covers; Id love to sing those dressed like Andy Warhol's Candy Darling. Peter Carter pined: >'I've never been Sillistrated and I haven't seen that >film about Iris Murdoch yet, these are terrible >things' I share yr shame, Peter. ssupposedly Broadbent finds the Bayley in him. & Ive no clue when itll be released in America. When it does premiere, I cannot envision anyone younger than 40 in the theatre (are there any younger Murdoch admirers in the States?). Only ageing English philosophy professors. Like Hugh C., an Oxford man with long white hair who was always sucking his teeth during lecture. He recalled his sister (who's still at Oxford) seeing Mrs. Murdoch many years ago when her dementia had her watching the Teletubbies in the afternoons in delight. Murdoch wandered seemingly happy through the town, drest in workman's blue overalls, unshowered for days. Beauty by chance. affectionate tugs to the many who welcomed me after my first post. CarsmileSteve answered me what Ladybugs prefer for tea: aphids. He even used his knowledge in a sentence: 'this is why gardeners like to have lots of ladybugs about, to eat the nasty pests, and they're more ecologically sound than pesticide'. Now, through this exchange, we discovered epiphany. We found the etymology for 'Ladybug' conjectured to be: 'Probably from its seven spots being considered a symbol of the seven sorrows of the Virgin Mary'. I shared my bed with the Virgin Mary. A lusty new sheen to my earlier dilemma. Tho what a blundering dolt if I served her the wrong dish. But nevertheless I bless her for being an agent of environmentalism, acc. to Steve. There's a Sinister logic there to support the creation of 'The Virgin Mary was an Environmentalist' tee industry. or at least a submission to Ken Chu to devise a new B&S title (with his numbers & patterns & esoteric prophecies) promoting the Lord's mother as the first Green. Im tweaked to hear all of us go on-and-on abt love so much. By Valentine's day, perhaps by the shear love that's going around, Ill have a sweet thing to call my own. People think toys are only for Christmas, birthdays, or S&M parties; but we still must trudge on the rest of the year too, you know? (could I settle on a letterbomb from Tom?) etymologies, exegesis, & elegy for Iris, Stephen. p.s.: thanks to Laura Llew for consoling me. She allayed my fears that my (dead) great Aunt Tanti would come back to reclaim her gray-and-white candycane striped bedsheets that Im currently sleeping on. & I will take yr test with grate trepidation. If I fail, I couldnt survive knowing I missed the cool blue sheets and new coolest LOW pillowcases. pps.: welcome to baker,baker; the Cat's Pyjamas dreamed of a Chicago meetup, & we'll need yr poetic airs. ppps: the title of the Sophie James article is 'Wanton Seduction in Paradise.' I move to etch this on the pearly gates of Sinister, at least until Valentine's Day. ===== ----- What's a Toy to do? __________________________________________________ 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 stankin_cooter at xxx.com Tue Jan 22 02:37:36 2002 From: stankin_cooter at xxx.com (Stankin' Cooter) Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 13:07:36 +1030 Subject: Sinister: now you're waiting for a warmer welcome in colder states Message-ID: First, a quick note. This somehow became a VERY long post. You may want to simply delete it and move straight onto the next one, unless you�re procrastinating about something very unpleasant indeed. In which case, it�s probably just the ticket. I think even Stacey will wrinkle her nose at this one. G�day all: I�ve been away, and now I�m back. What I�ve returned to, however, is not what I left. This is a Good Thing, but it�s also somewhat disconcerting. If you remember me at all, it will be as someone who manages to post endlessly when he has nothing whatsoever of interest to say. 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. But I should say something. I met some of you while I was away, which was just about the best thing ever. Everyone was exactly how I had imagined, which was a far better result than I�d ever dared hope. This tells me two things. Firstly, my judgement is loads better than I�d given myself credit for. I rock. Secondly, you lot are apparently every bit as wonderful as you seem, which is absolutely staggering. I�ll start at the end. London was brief, and slightly grubby, but loads of fun. I only ended up spending three nights there, which wasn�t nearly long enough to get a feel for the place, but I got to see and drink many things in my short time there. Having arrived from New York on a compressed, sleepless, Eastbound night, and on almost no sleep the night before, I was weary and dishevelled on arrival. So, of course, I headed straight for the pub. Only thing for it. I had managed to get a train to Paddington Station, where I left my bag, and received incredibly precise directions from my cousin via email. My old mate Adam now lives in London, and works in a pub which my cousin described as being �near Oxford Circus�. I caught another train there. Little did I know how many things could be quite reasonably described as being �near Oxford Circus�. I was determined to find the place without further assistance, however, so after a brief respite in an internet caf� for Diet Coke and #sinister (the finer things in life), I set out confidently in a direction picked completely at random. Some instinctive sense must have guided me, as I found myself there in no time at all. I�d say that I have some sort of radar guidance system that homes in on either beer or other Australians, but it�s not as if either of those things are particularly thin on the ground in London. However it happened, though, I found myself with pint and fag in hand, chatting away with an old mate in a state of almost delirious exhaustion, remembering how much I missed the guy. Later that day, I had the remarkable good fortune to meet the inimitable Miss Madeleine of Leicester, who saw fit to grace London with a rare personal appearance. Further pintage was had, and we talked about how lovely each and every one of you are. No really, we did. I didn�t shitcan anyone that much, really, and there was almost no gossip at all. Honest. After then overcoming a few small logistical hurdles (involving relations, suitcases, and numerous flights of stairs), we set out to meet the rest of those who�d foolishly offered to have a pint with us in #sinister. Hovering outside the Kentish Town tube station, we wondered whether the dashingly handsome chap similarly hovering outside might be the one and only Stevie Trousers. I wandered over and asked, and indeed he was. He also turned out to be very much the consummate gentleman and scholar. Ken and Dimitra were held up and would meet us at the pub. Jeremy and Marianna then arrived (strange that my first meeting with fellow Australian listees should occur in London, but there you have it), and we set about finding shelter and ale. Thanks to Stevie�s selfless and thorough reconnaissance over the preceding weeks, our mission was easily accomplished, and couches were sat on, coats were piled up, and the ale and conversation were allowed to flow. We were later joined by Ken and Dimitra, my cousin, his bird, and an embarrassment of fried chicken. All the makings of a very tidy night out on the town, I�m sure you�d agree. Or a very untidy one. I think that, ultimately, history will be the judge. In any event, I had a whale of a time, and I�d do it again as soon as blink. The following night, Stevie very kindly allowed me to tag along with his posse to a gig, which was a good laugh as well. There were a couple of admittedly dreadful support acts, but Dressy Bessy (with whom I was only loosely familiar, based on a handful of songs) played a thoroughly impressive show. Well worth a look, should you get the chance. Jeremy and Marianna appeared again, and I also had the pleasure of briefly meeting several others of the massive. The names I recall are Lucy, Sarah, Martin, and Cabbage (if that IS your real name). Everyone was lovely, friendly, welcoming and extremely good-looking, though I didn�t get to spend nearly enough time with anyone. I may well have made some omissions, as I was still very much drunken, jetlagged and exhausted. If I�ve done so, I apologise, but you�ll just have to make more of an impression next time. The largest possible thanks to Stevie for letting a random, scruffy Australian temporarily invade what seems a fun, tight and handsome scene. The rest of my time was spent with people you won�t know, so I won�t bore you with the details of that. It was boozy and fun, though I�ll admit that I spent much of my time in London pining not for home, but for New York. Which brings me back to the beginning. I�d left an empty house first thing on Christmas morning, and flew to Sydney, where I spent a few panicky hours in #sinister and sucking down cigarettes, contemplating what appeared at that stage to be a trip as terrifying as it was exciting. Terrifying was certainly how things started out. After a long and uncomfortable flight to LA, I arrived only to experience the widespread panic of an airport evacuation, as they thought there was a bomb in the building. Basically, I (and the other several hundred people that had not yet cleared customs and or immigration) were told by loud men with large guns to drop all of our belongings and get out of the airport as quickly as possible. We stampeded out of the building, getting shouted at all the while, and were herded into a small glassed-in courtyard, without phones, water, toilets, television or any information about what was going on, other than that it was an emergency. We couldn�t go anywhere, so were forced to spend about three hours standing shoulder to shoulder, looking anxiously at the building right alongside us, the sky, and the national guard and police running about outside the building, and the luckier passengers spilling out onto the street. Oh, and shooting worried glances at those around us, though there was little conversation. Having missed a connecting flight (along with almost everyone else) I spent the rest of Christmas queuing up to arrange another flight to New York, hovering about the airport, and then finally flying across the country. I arrived late at night, took a taxi to a really crap hotel, showered for a really long time, and fell asleep. The following day began even more terrifyingly, but for completely different reasons. December 26th, you see, was about the most anticipated day in the history of the world ever. Well, for me at least. The reason it was terrifying was that I had arranged to arrive on the front doorstep of a girl of whom I'd become almost ridiculously fond, on whom I had an enormous crush, and who I�d let get to know me better than anyone ever has, despite the fact we�d never actually met. The girl in question is the very lovely and completely inimitable Miss Julie (known to frequenters of the wretched hive of scum and villainy that is #sinister as Cyberglam), who�s been very quiet on the list of late, though used to be very noisy indeed. Delightfully so, it should go without saying. Anyway, somehow I found the courage to meet her in the lobby of her building on the other side of the world, armed only with a suitcase and a rather shabby looking bunch of flowers. I stayed with her for two weeks, which could have resulted in any number of different sorts of disaster. I was well aware of this, and took the wise precaution of drinking and smoking heavily in the lead-up to the visit, and asking a couple of my close friends questions like �what the hell am I doing?!�. This was all very helpful. As you may well have guessed, disaster ensued. For those of you that don�t already know, it turns out that Julie is, in fact, The Perfect Girl. And I had a wonderful, dreamlike two weeks, hogging her company as greedily as I could manage. I�ve never experienced anything like it, and the world�s been a slightly different place ever since. I�ll digress briefly here. I�m being rather unfair. A lot happened in the two weeks I was in New York, and much of it involved the company of others of the Sinister fold. They were all far better than great, and really went well above and beyond the call of duty to make sure that I felt welcomed, and a part of things, and that I had an amazing time in what could conceivably be quite a scary and confusing place to be for a small town boyo such as myself. So the warmest and most heartfelt of all possible thanks must go to Laurel, Will, Brian, Matt, Ben, Phil and Lucas � you are all owed any number of favours, and huge great steaming pots of love. There was a zany adventure, involving a driving tour of New Jersey and Hoboken and god only knows where else, in search of a thrift store that could have been in one of perhaps three locations, as identified loosely by some bloke that Brian overheard on a subway train. We didn�t find the thrift store, but we did listen to loads of pop music, see where the mafia dump their dead bodies, have a Diet Coke from a McDonalds cup that boldly and somewhat presumptuously announced me �Proud to be an American!� (to the amusement of all), ate a Hamburger (not from McDonalds) that I swear I heard moo back at me, and saw some Crocodile Hunter Valentine�s Day cards in Target. There was also a New Year�s Eve spent in a closed park, where a select few of us enjoyed frozen beer from a can wrapped in brown paper, indulged in a little random snogging, heard both Dorothy Parker and some B&S lyrics recited from atop a raised bit of something or other, and were educated in a little cultural history by a passing drug dealer who was intrigued by my accent. A wonderful night. Oh, and anyone in or near New York city � make sure that the incomparable Miss Laurel is on your dance card. She cuts one heck of a rug. These are very brief, edited highlights � it really was the most amazing two weeks of my life. I�ve bored you sufficiently with details thus far, I�m sure. Back to the disaster, though. It became apparent to me long before I had to leave New York, and specifically Julie, that it would be very difficult to do so. So plans were made to come back, properly. This helped a little bit, but not much. The day I left, it was snowing lightly, and very cold. I said goodbye on the street, loaded my suitcase into a taxi, and got in. My glasses immediately fogged up completely, as the inside of the cab was so warm. I couldn�t see anything as the cab drove away, which was probably just as well. That drive to the airport was the longest of my life, and it felt like it was all steeply uphill, dragging me slowly but steadily away from where I wanted to be. I was grateful for the fog on my specs, and didn�t clean them. I hoped that the surly cab driver, looking back at me in his rear view mirror, wouldn�t notice the salty dampness on my cheeks, if he couldn�t see my puffy, red eyes as well. So, a lot of stuff happened, and here I am once more. I bet you didn�t miss me at all. So now what? Basically I�m in the process of dismantling my life here, and figuring out how to get my new one started as quickly as possible. I�ve tried to explain to my family what I�m doing and why, with mixed results. I�ve told my friends that I�m leaving them behind, and encouraging them to come and visit me as soon and as often as they can. They used to mean the whole world to me, and I still love them to death, but there�s somewhere else I�ve got to be, and someone who�s come to mean more. This too, has met with a slightly mixed response. I�ve already handed in my notice at my �dream job�, and started looking for work in New York, and finding out about Visas and so on. Everything seems so temporary that I haven�t even brought myself to completely unpack my suitcase yet. I�m home, but the last thing I want is to allow myself to settle back in. This is the scariest and most exciting stage of my life yet, and it�s moving too fast for me to even feel that I can get a proper look at it. Writing this down has helped a bit, and I apologise if you�ve felt obliged to read it, as I�m quite aware that it�s largely for my own benefit. When you think of a distant person and place, it seems natural to send your thoughts out sideways. I�m far enough away that I have to send mine more or less straight down. I�ve taken my first few steps � I just hope that time passes quickly until I pop out the other side once more. I�m happier and less happy than I�ve ever been � both at the same time. Emotionally, I�m one of those fizzy drinks your mother used to put a blob of icecream in. That�s more than enough out of me. Um, and, oh yeah, books and music and stuff are fun. I like them. Sinister is also one of the best things in the world; it�s just a shame that it�s not a place. I�ll insist that each and every one of you take nothing but the very best possible care, and stay candy-coated with a delicious cream centre. Bulk love, -David. PS � Danny: Hang in there, old man. Don�t make me come up there and mend you. PPS � Honey: You�ve got a LOT to answer for ;) PPPS � Those awaiting parcels: I�m evil and bad, yes, but I�ve also been somewhat distracted. Please accept my humblest apologies; I�ll put something good in to make up for the wait. Oh, and I might even drag my lazy arse down the post office one of these days as well. _________________________________________________________________ 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 marcbots at xxx.nl Tue Jan 22 08:37:05 2002 From: marcbots at xxx.nl (marc bots) Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 09:37:05 +0100 Subject: Sinister: looking for a place to hide Message-ID: <93HD1109WZ95LJSQUPHD2XVLHHC.3c4d24b1@poppy.sci.kun.nl> hello sinister, hope you are all fine, as i am. if anyone can tell me where the subject line comes from i would be grateful, because it looks very familiar but i don't know how and why etc. to the point: from 8-12 april i will be in swansea for some work related things. which is quite good. however, it would be much better to arrive one or two days before the 12th, and to have a look around in beautiful england/wales. is there someone who wants to show me around and offer me a bed for a night? i could fly to either london or cardiff, and get to your place by train, so anywhere between london and cardiff would be fine. if anyone would just like to show me around and drop me off in a b&b at night it would be great too. please email me off-list for more details about me etc. content: none. i could make up something, but that would be cheating, wouldn't it? sorry for this chaotic post. it's still quite early. hello to the special mrs. love, 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 jordi_trenzano at xxx.es Mon Jan 21 12:17:59 2002 From: jordi_trenzano at xxx.es (Jordi Trenzano) Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 13:17:59 +0100 Subject: Sinister: The catalan telly rules ! (quite B&S content) Message-ID: <001901c1a275$b077d040$79af99c1@teleline.es> Hello Looks like the catalan TV is broadcasting the B&S Benicassim gig this sunday. Still don´t know the exact time, but regarding video-tape exchange and all, mail me in private, ok ? I´d like specially to get in touch with all of you who have the B&S gig in Brazil or another video recordings. The rest of you e-mail me too if you´re interested. We´ll try to arrange a wide video-taping Cheers 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 rwr at xxx.uk Tue Jan 22 17:19:39 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 17:19:39 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Flapdoodle Message-ID: I promised myself I'd be in a happy jolly mood before speaking to all you lovely people. First off an appeal to all London commuter-sinisterees. Could any of you keep an eye out for some posters around the Bakerloo line I think, advertising a Paul Klee exhibition as I was a little the worse for vodka at the time and can't remember dates, places or generally how to get there. I could look it up on the net only Anita's giving me evils so I must give out the semblance of working. Someone came up to me the other day and asked me if I was French, best compliment I've ever had. Meant to reply with a gentle gibing confidence, the-fact-that-you-see-me-so-fashionable-and-elegant-hasn't-corrupted-my-innocent-nature type expression like the Parisian girl out of 'Breathless' but instead I just blushed and grinned inanely all the way down the street. No wait she was American wasn't she?! I introduced my sister to oil paints, she loves the smells and can't decide which is better, turpentine or white spirit. If we're on the subject about introducing younger siblings to music then I was half way there before she got stuck. She'll listen to stuff she knows but is never open to anything new, Tigermilk's the only album permitted. Yesterday sis did let me play her a bit of the Moldy Peaches but only 'cause I'd sparked her curiosity by singing 'Little Bunny Foo Foo' at the table. Ugh, last week saw the return of the awol ex. No, not an ex 'cause we parted as lovers but when neither one speaks to or sees the other for 3 months I guess the relationship is certifiably dead. Still he felt at ease enough to rest his head at my feet with nine of us piled on a bed watching footage of their Arizona sky-diving trip. But why travel half-way across the world to jump out of the same sky? Shut up Becs! Strange thing that I didn't mind, just remained all still and placid because I was actually worried about disturbing him. Thank you Katarina Karlsson, I finally got to see the sillustration and it's now pinned proudly next to my Chagall piccy. I'd send you some lemon sherbets as a sign of my delight if I had your address or if I can get some decent ones, the only type I've managed to find are super market's own brand where the expected sherbet blast in the middle is more a kind of fizzle, is that it? event. Oohhh, and I should also show my pride at being acknowledged by Dirty Vicar, akin to the Disney scene where the revered stag pauses for a second in front of Bambi before moving on....hmmm, poss' bad analogy. No B&S content. I know, I listened to 'Family Tree' on the bus and was mortified to hear Isobel complaining about being made to learn "Chemistry, Biology and Maths", listing my A-levels with a sweet little sneer. Ho-hum best be off now. Becky +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From room_30 at xxx.com Tue Jan 22 18:18:21 2002 From: room_30 at xxx.com (chris perriman) Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 18:18:21 +0000 Subject: Sinister: And I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps. Revelation 14:2 Message-ID: (look it up if you don't beieve me) hey there sinister! so did anybody try my recipe then? its tasty, i promise. i caught the belfast gig on the radio last night and it sounded truly fab, legal man was better than the original and the covers were truly spot on. and stevie's john lennon in the wrong girl was grate (you know what i'm sayin') NOSTALGIA TIME! >i remember in a song, a girl said "the best shield is to accept the pain, >then what can really destroy me". maybe she's right. > >- lola monnet this was ooberman in the song 'shoreley wall', god that seems like ages ago. does anybody know what ooberman are up to? have they even still got a record deal? >It couldn't have been more like an >episode of that really old program and the theme tune was about a tree that >got struck by lightning. It went like "down in the meadow where the wind >grows free in the middle of a field stands the lightning tree, it's limbs >all >torn from the day it was born for the tree was born in a thunder storm" and >there was a farm in it. > >- jenowl my god! i sooo remember that but thats all i remember about it, the theme song. somebody's got to tell me about this! [am i being a bit too enthusiastic in this post, someone smack me] Ouch! lindsey baker i know i owe you an email from like, ages ago but that hurt /me gets up off the groung rubbing my head. i had a dream i was a powerpuff girl, how wierd is that. i could fly, i really love flying dreams but i hadn't had one for years. all my flying dreams seem to take place in my street, weird {is it wEIrd or wIErd, i can never remember} >Grainne was right, my last subject line was a reference to the mighty >Warlords of Pez. They are this strange Dublin band who play gigs wearing >animal masks all dressed in, er can't remember, is it leather jackets and >cycling shorts? And they have someone onstage with them with a flipchart >which contains the lyrics to their songs (usually the same as the title of >their songs). One song is called 'Derek Davis In A Pound Shop With A Basket >Full Of Deodorant' (this might mean more to you if you were familiar with >Irish TV personality Derek Davis), another 'Fuck Your Partner Like A Zombie >Till Their Brains Come Out Their Head' (or something like that). I think >they're destined for massive mainstream success. > >Is Chris Pez in Warlords of Pez? that would be cool. > >- Dirty Vicar aha!! since they/we all wear masks then you'll never know. yeah, i commute to dublin every week to practice they sound a bit like the comedy slipknot HOY!! cay cola cube!! are you not replying to me now or did you not recieve my email due to your dodgy uni computers? (that was her excuse last lime, lame or what i asks ya) rassafrassasnassa [that was supposed to be mutley by the way, well you try typing a cartoon dog's non-words] ------------------------ if anybody's looking for a good read and a good laugh at the same time i'd recomend the novels of Robert Rankin, especially the armagedon quartet (three books) or the brentford trilogy (five books) they are completely surreal and ace and the man has absoltely no sense of continuity (for instance characters from one story crop up in another even though they are set 30 years apart (although this is mainly due to barry the time travelling wonder sprout who lives in elvis presley's head (it makes sense, i assure you))). i also recomment 'pablo the little red fox' and i have done before. cartoon, BBC Choice, completely twee and fab! somebody besides me must fall in love with it, it could be you. ------------------------ an enthusiastic farewell Pez* [waves] PS. FastCow is the TOPS www.pez.com - the wonderful world of pez ;) ivorytowers.8m.com - ivory towers records www.drpez.com - Dr Pez, Spain's premier fish doctor (i think) _________________________________________________________________ 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 rob_brennan at xxx.uk Tue Jan 22 21:19:52 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 21:19:52 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: "Limbs stripped bare by the lightning flare / The lighting flare was a wild affair..." Message-ID: <20020122211952.34928.qmail@web10505.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Jenowl and Chris Pez have both mentioned the show with the ace theme music about the Lightning Tree. A brief check on the inestimable http://tv.cream.org confirms my suspicions that they were talking about FOLLYFOOT. It also reminded me that the programme featured the (almost certainly) late grate ARTHUR ENGLISH who, as well as having a top name, also played the curmudgeonly caretaker on Are You Being Served. They've got the theme music as well! It's fan-bluddy-tastic and goes on for ages. http://tv.cream.org/themes/Follyfoot.mp3 Mark C, you seem to have become a dab hand at the housework and are in need of a job. Fancy doing my ironing? The Belfast gig on R1 was ace by the way despite being bracketed by Lurpack and his seemingly bottomless bucket of Nu-Metal/Nu-'Punk' bollocks. I thought everyone was playing a cruel trick on me by saying they played The Boys Are Back In Town. But now I've heard it with my own ears I was totally bowlied over. RAWK! Oh yeah.. as is the fashion these days: http://friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=robster Speaking of fashion: Maddie and Hannah mentioned mods. I wanted to be a mod some years ago in the hal-see-on days of 1994/95. Unfortunately I was cursed with the mod's worst enemy: WAVY HAIR. Oh yes - You might have yer anorak and yer three button suit and yer clarks shoes but it means nowt when you have to spend 2 hours gelling/spraying your hair into a perfect bowl only to see it spring back into a bouffant when walking under a lightbulb. I gave up on being a mod after I realised I was too fat to get into any second hand single-breasted suit jackets anyway. Was everyone thinner in the late 60s? I've jabbered on enough now. Robster http://robster75.tripod.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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Tom XXX +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From machiavellian_llama at xxx.com Tue Jan 22 22:42:51 2002 From: machiavellian_llama at xxx.com (Joe Vester) Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 22:42:51 +0000 Subject: Sinister: In this week's episode, Joe finds a secret admirer and Sharon walks out on Brook... Message-ID: <20020122225550.RMJP8780.mta03-svc.ntlworld.com@[62.252.202.2]> Sinister: The world's greatest soap opera. Where bizarre things that don't happen in real life actually happen! Recently, however, I've noticed that we don't have enough major storylines. So I'm afraid I'm going have to come round and chop somebody's legs off as otherwise, ratings will start flagging. This may produce show's rather remincent of recent events on Hollyoaks. Which I've been watching quite a bit of late. Admitedly, it seems to consist entirely of blonde girls/girls with other hair dyed blonde crying/moaning about how much somebody (usually their parents) hates them. But the important thing about it all is that they are all very _pretty_ blonde girls. But this is the real news, the news of the week, the news of the month if not the year so far! It's really bloody good news, too, which makes a change from the saying that no news is good news. Which is nice isn't it? I hope your pleased when you hear the news. Although one person already knows the news, but I don't know who (hopefully) she or (there is a slight possiblity) he is (yet). Can you guess the news yet? Well, I'll tell you, just in case you haven't worked out what it is. There's a clue in subject line, too. It's really bloody good news isn't it? Have you heard better news while reading this post? I bet you haven't. That's right, though, yours truly has recieved a list crush vote!!! I wonder who it's from!!! Sadly, it's not from my list crush (otherwise, obviously, I'd know who it was) but I do have one idea for who it's from, or rather, who'd I'd like it to be from. Although I suspect it could be merely from somebody who is sotry that I never get a Valentine's. Mind you, if I get a list crush every time I moan about Valentine's day, I'm very willing to do it every day. A few people had thoughts about my A-levels, Rachel Fruitloop nudged me towards Design and the Dirty Vicar advised me not on Theology but on Physics to have some understanding of Science. Pez, as soon as I read your subject line, I thought of Robert Rankin, and yes! you should read them as they are very very good indeed and include that quote. Although I dispute Pez's statement that the make sense. They do sort of, but not the kind of sense you think of when discussing complex logical problems. More the kind of sense you think of when talking about Salvador Dali. Tom, are you and me the same age or thereabouts? I had the misconception that you were more like 18/19 than 15/16, I dunno why. But there you go. Well, Tom said he had never heard a good rap song, but I HAVE. As of yesterday. It's by Roots Manuva and it seems to be about Baked beans and fish and chips. British Hip-hop is actually quite good, i have discovered. Partly as they have tunes, and don't rap about how "tha ******* ho's and tha niggas in da **** hood is all **** gonna kill y'all ******" but about how they're gonna go to the library and then go to the supermarket and afterwards maybe go to the pub... it's sort of "twee-hop" really. Rather good, too. I stil feel hope for my siblings' indiekidism. Ben, it's gonna have to be a bloody big bag-I'm 6'1". And I'd like some airholes please. Otherwise, I have no objections. Archel, feel free to phone, but I warn you, my mother has a particular sort of ESP for telling people who once posted about how they wished more people asked rthem about bollocks. Laura Llew, I'm not worthy to read to you or for that matter, lick your boots as I got 30/100. But I entered as Rachel Pancake so I might re-enter as Joe and see if i got better. !VIVA RACHELS! Love, RachelJoe Pancakes (I myself have forgooten whether "panckes" is plural or otherwise) P.S.I _LOVE_ SIMON and GARFUNKEL. But which one is which? Answers are to describe them as either "the taller, blonde one" or "the shorter, dark haired one". Thankyou v. much P.P.S. "if..." is, as both Tom and I have mentioned very recently a totally wonderful film and I was wondering if Tom or any of the others of you had any idea what the black and white bits were suppossed to mean? If you haven't seen it, do. That's an order. I also noticed that my school is full of people suitable for "whip" positions. And they all go to a very enclosed space every morning....hahaha(cackles). P.P.P.S. Did anyone else feel that they didn't kill enough people at the end of "if...". I'm sorry to be so bloodthirsty. P.P.P.P.S. I meant to mention this last time but I forgot. Can anyone nice send me a nice copy of a taping of the belfast gig? Pretty Pretty please! I just forgot to. Sorry! 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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 Wed Jan 23 03:10:33 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 21:10:33 -0600 Subject: Sinister: goodbye, i can see you walking til you're running away Message-ID: hello sinister. and so i have learned how to breathe again. after months of holding my breath, waiting for something, aticipating the pending, there has been a death and a birth and i have remembered that i must both inhale and exhale. now it's overhead. my recommendation. and now. for a story. about a boy. his house is just like the rest in the neighborhood, maybe a little smaller but definitely nice. the white paint outside made the thing look like a house constructed of clapboard, a nice literary term that every writer wants to use at least once a year when describing homes. those irritating icicle lights were strung up against the eave, and i suspect they're there year-round, welcoming the people going inside. and the welcome was a surprise. the pictures of him might indicate some kind of hidden pain, a thinly veiled and teetering hysteria that might, at any moment, topple over and out of his dark eyes and into another song. and the songs would surely indicate that my sister is right, and he is disturbed, and i shouldn't be anywhere near the boy i have been holding hands with, let alone the house of the hero of this story. but the outside and inside and offered hand were too tempting, so i laughed with a glorified awareness that temptation is satan is jesus is god, and i became, officially, the new girl in the house. of the twenty or so people inside, all were calmly, and quite happily, gathered around a brown bag of overly-salted popcorn with jam glasses of water or wine, and they liked my red jacket. they laughed, and so did i. the boy. the hero. the owner of the house. he is all of these, and his eyes, upon closer inspection, are void of the theatrical madness of the stage and the frenzied gulping of a pitcher or water. instead, they are only the tired eyes of a just-legal man not quite ready to leave omaha again. i shook his hand with my one empty right hand, and his palm was warm and dry, the black bracelet i recognized from the photographs tied firmly in place. and as i sat there, in the house, with one boy in front of me and the other at my side, 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. so ends my story, i think, as someone told me my last post was too long. a few closing matters. i am apparently the second lindsey baker known to mankind, as i was born after the older male version of me. i hope he has better luck in love than do i, though recent happenings here in the heartland bode well for LB#2. props go out to my loves mandee and dave for reasons they well know. i look forward to future summits. and what fun it would be to click the sewing circle needles at a heartland pic-a-nic. hmmm. support saddle creek bands. they work hard. a bit of irreverant content: i am still finding myself listeing to wutu on the trip from lincoln to omaha and back, and am still surprised every time that three songs repeating in such rapid succession doesn't drive me nutty. and finally. a final word about love. it's there. and here. just wait, patiently, and the pregnant feeling of wating will one day break and then. and then. your misslindseylou _________________________________________________________________ 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 mozkid at xxx.com Wed Jan 23 03:22:01 2002 From: mozkid at xxx.com (Ernie Sanchez) Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 19:22:01 -0800 Subject: Sinister: songs B&S haven't performed live Message-ID: Ok, I know that I said that I'd post to the list again with this information so here it is, in case any of you were looking for it. Here is a list of the songs that B&S haven't performed live. Well, a lot of the early songs may very well have been performed live in the past, or even recently in a show that hasn't been recorded, I'm just going by reviews/recordings that are available. So, apologies to Sinister if some of this list is inaccurate: Just a Baby Electronic Renaissance (still one of the top B&S tracks, although I doubt that this will ever be performed live - can't a boy dream?) Mary Jo Beyond the Sunrise Waiting for the Moon to Rise The Chalet Lines Nice Day for A Sulk String Bean Jean (although the Japanese tour may have ended that, I've been informed that they performed this at a show) The Gate Judy is a Dick Slap Take Your Carriage Clock and Shove It Marx and Engels There are a few songs that have only been performed once or twice, here are some of them: Expectations Put the Book Back on the Shelf I Could Be Dreaming Personally, I think that these should be performed live. They are neglecting some of their best songs! Maybe we can convince them to play one of these songs at an upcoming concert? I know that some, like "TYCCASI" and "WFTMTR" aren't made for a live setting, but I am hoping... Cheers, Ernie _________________________________________________________________ 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 aale002 at xxx.nz Fri Jan 25 04:20:00 2002 From: aale002 at xxx.nz (aale002 at xxx.nz) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 17:20:00 -1100 (NZDT) Subject: Sinister: I am back.... Message-ID: <1011756000.3c4e2be01a995@webmail.ec.auckland.ac.nz> I think. Not that I ever really went away, but silence is a little like disappearing, sometimes. For people who rely upon words to make an impression, anyways. It started with the custard, I think. One night, I decided to have custard for dinner. Not in a "Hey, I'm going to be really quirky and strange and have custard for dinner" sort of way. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I have been apartment sitting over the summer break. Two friends of mine, both of whom had decided to spend the holidays overseas, asked me if I'd mind living in their trendy inner city apartments while they were away. After admitting to myself that I was going to be abode-esquely challenged otherwise, I agreed. So, I have spent the past two and a half months living alone, shuttling back and forth between these two apartments and work at the library. Hence, custard for dinner. Mutatis mutandis. QED. Being a hermit does strange things to a person. Some of my friends love it, but me, I'm a little too much like Vegemite. Not at all pleasant on my own, but a veritable ambrosia when combined with margarine and toast. That similie didn't carry through as well as I thought it was going to. Lonliness is almost like a drug, I think. Not only does it mess you up, but it is rather too addictive for my own good. So, I ended up not communicating with anyone. Including you folks. *sniff* Especial apologies to all those that may have sent me emails during that period. I haven't responded because I'm bad. And because emails smelled too much like work for my liking. (Stacey Dahling, you especially deserve to be lavished with my electronic attentions, like a nice beef roast should be lavished with Mum's special gravy.....mmmmm, beef.....) But, I am back now, and more sure of my abiilities to make a fool of myself and dwell upon it than ever. And that I reeeeaaaaalllyyyy like TBWTAS..... And that Laura Llew and I are not meant to be, since I got a big, fat zero....*sigh* Right-o, that's me, As you were, Cunning Andre +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Wed Jan 23 04:43:39 2002 From: beiaardhorse at xxx.com (Aruni J) Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 23:43:39 -0500 Subject: Sinister: *tap tap tap*...is this thing on? Message-ID: greetings and salutations, sinister! my name's aruni and i'm a first-timer. (hello, aruni!) i was inspired, or perhaps incited, to post by the illustrious Ken Chu. so if you all despise the post...well, you can still blame me, but it'll teach Mr. Chu to be so encouraging to strangers. i suppose what finally brought me to break the lurking barrier was the wave of newbies (i am a sheep, i admit it), and the various and sundry interesting things that people have to say. (i wish i could promise the same for you. truly, i am in the presence of genius.) let's see...i'm a med student living in north carolina (hi to everyone in the southern united states), and currently preparing for my neuroanatomy final. couldn't you tell? by way of actual content, i have little enough. my favorite thing about b&s is the way their songs build (but isn't that everyone's favorite thing?). and oh! someone said way back that "I Love My Car" smacks of the Beatles when they were fooling around, and i shook with wholehearted agreement! something about the way SM sings "the day will come soon when i look in your eyes but i won't see you" sounds very beatles-esque to me. sorry for the lateness and probable obscurity of this reply; i was still banging on the nursery bars at the time. so oh yes, the things that people said: Pez asked: so did anybody try my recipe then? its tasty, i promise. i did! last weekend, and thanks for the suggestion. my mother used to make something similar for me when i was a little girl, and a comparison with my mother's cooking is high praise, from me at least. i approve. Toy Stephen mentioned the serendipitous beauty of Sri Lanka, and i just had to respond. my parents are from Sri Lanka! it was a lovely little island the last time i saw it (10 years ago), but sadly, a troubled one as well. still, maybe the turmoil makes that beauty more striking. Ben expressed confusion over the fact that "CAMERA OBSCURA was formed in August of 1998 in San Diego" this amused and confused me as well. what with all the talk about camera obscura on this list, i set out to find out more about them on cdnow.com, and came up with...west coast agressive rock (or at least that was my impression)? with more digging, i found a blurb stating that "Eighties Fan" was produced by "Stewart Marduk of belle & sebastian." all right, who else knew that SM is an ancient Babylonian god? i'm so out of the loop. but thanks muchly to those of you who recommended camera obscura and their record--it has brought me gladness of heart and auditory nerve. and with that, i join the ranks of the post-first-posters! (i'm going to go cringe and hide now.) ~aruni _________________________________________________________________ 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 R.Playforth at xxx.uk Wed Jan 23 11:03:07 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2002 11:03:07 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: follyfoot, twee-hop and cheese Message-ID: unfortunately, archel's super-helpful information service has already been rendered obsolete by rob brennan, but the theme about the lightning tree is indeed the one from follyfoot. i never really watched the programme, but the follyfoot farm books were great. i am trying very hard to read some adult books these days, but still fall back on joan aiken, ursula le guin, susan cooper, philip pullman and j k rowling. oh, and lemony snicket. (i am quite traumatised by 'a series of unfortunate events', to be honest.) racheljoe pancake said: British Hip-hop is actually quite good, i have discovered. Partly as they have tunes, and don't rap about how "tha ******* ho's and tha niggas in da **** hood is all **** gonna kill y'all ******" but about how they're gonna go to the library and then go to the supermarket and afterwards maybe go to the pub... it's sort of "twee-hop" really. Rather good, too. i am now exposed to hip hop on a daily basis and am pretty much a convert (despite fainting at the roots manuva gig in brighton). but it's not only british hip hop that can do that charming 'went to safeways, had some cheese on toast' thing. archel's recommendations for blingbling-free, nearly twee hip hop: 1/ buck 65 - canadian lyrical genius, raps about his mother's death and how tough it would be if you were a centaur and actually hung like a horse (albums: vertex, man overboard) 2/ ty - british MC, raps about being bullied at school and being a bit crap with girls (album: awkward) 3/ slug - part of the group atmosphere, sweet confessional material about a failed relationship, tattoos which come to life, and the gorgeous 'nothing but sunshine' (albums: lucy ford, music for the advancement of hip hop) (atmosphere appeared at atp last year, and curators tortoise have produced them - just in case anyone needs proof of their indie credentials...) even you will like some of this, tom, i guarantee it! that said, i still managed to insinuate a large helping of CHEESE into matt's purchases when we went vinyl shopping the other day: betty boo - doing the do; peter gabriel - sledgehammer (dance mix); simple minds - don't you forget about me. the latter doesn't stop being shit just because it's from the breakfast club, of course, but the sleeve photo of the kidz was too tempting... other news: 1/ i missed the belfast gig on radio 1 and please someone do me a tape (will exchange for cheesy mix) 2/ i am finally holding a Buzzwords summit meeting tonight so the site should be updated and lovely very soon 3/ brighton meetup in 17 days! luv archel xxx ps. welcome aruni! pps. http://www.anticon.com ppps. http://www2.friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=archel ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.org.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 Wed Jan 23 12:42:56 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2002 12:42:56 +0000 Subject: Sinister: An artisantry of pelvis Message-ID: Hello sinisters, I shall begin by quoting from the end. my misslindseylou said: >>and finally. a final word about love. it's there. and here. just wait, patiently, and the pregnant feeling of wating will one day break and then. << miscarriage. Cripes I'm feeling pessimistic today. Maybe I'm just let down by the fact that I stayed up for the hollioakes late-night special last night, and there wasn't even any shagging. (Well there was but you couldn't see any of it).. and I only caught the very end of "Designer Vaginas" on Channel 4. Ho hum. Speaking of which (love): Rachel Pancake said: >>P.S.I _LOVE_ SIMON and GARFUNKEL. But which one is which? Answers are to >>describe them as either "the taller, blonde one" or "the shorter, dark haired one". Thankyou v. much<< Simon is Paul Simon and Garfunkel is the one who isn't Paul Simon. i.e. the one with the bad hair is Art Garfunkel and the other one with bad hair is Paul Simon, wait, I'm not being very helpful here am I? I want to have Garfunkel's vocal range, then I could sing like a bird.. speaking of North Carolina........ Andre Agassi said: >>And that Laura Llew and I are not meant to be, since I got a big, fat zero....*sigh*<< Guess who got a whooping 100% on Laura's quiz? My place or yours Llewie? ;) Woo, I haven't used one of those ;) thingies on sinister for ages, and now I've used two, such is the magic of Laura Llew, she just caused me to start rhyming, too. And still speaking of North Carolina... Hello Aruni, who said I'm encouraging to Strangers, it's true. Until they get to know me then they start to hate me. Find out how much you hate me on http://www2.friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=kenchu Yay! I've got one of these too! Wow, this e-mail flowed so well. Check list.. 1. talked about love - check 2. flirted in public - check 3. added a friendlist url - check 4. can't remember.. feck Tenuous Links and Red bulls. Ken _________________________________________________________________ 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 zcraw96 at xxx.uk Wed Jan 23 16:35:38 2002 From: zcraw96 at xxx.uk (Christina McDermott) Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2002 16:35:38 +0000 Subject: Sinister: She appears composed, so she is I suppose... Message-ID: <3.0.6.32.20020123163538.00873dc0@pop-server.ucl.ac.uk> What do you do when New Years resolutions decide to break themselves? I mean, when you have the best intentions in the world to keep them and you really honestly intend to keep them; but some malignant force, call it fate, call it chance, strikes at you like you're a character out of a Thomas Hardy novel, leaving you to stare at the stars and the sky and scream out loud, "God bless pathetic fallacy." "So why the pessimism now Miss Cola-Cube?" I hear you all cry. I have my reasons.and I find them to be pretty damn valid considering the situation I am currently finding myself in. I'm having problems at the moment and they're akin to being hit in the gut with a sledgehammer, or at least that is what it feels like to me. I don't want to go into much detail, as I've never been one of those people to want to load her woes onto a thousand or so people. I don't know you and you don't know me so why should many of you hear the collected woes of a woman living (to many of you) thousands of miles away? So please enlighten me as to what to do when the one resolution you really wished that fate would let you keep.i.e. being happy and for those around you to be happy, no matter what the situation, are smashed right in front of your face? When words are said and the only thing you can think is "Oh my God, what am I going to do?" and the only emotion you feel is an icy current running through your blood and settling right at the base of your stomach that no warmth can thaw. I'm sure Miss Llew would have a gloriously witty Dorothy Parker-ism to alleviate the storm clouds in situations like these, or Mr. Chu would have a pun to bring a smile when your expression feels carved in stone. Then again, I only got 30% in his personality test so maybe I don't know him as well as I thought I did. (I got 0% in Gneissy's, but that's my fault for not knowing that he can fit into size 10 dresses.) I can only say to those on this who know the situation that I'm currently in and for all their kind words, smiles and phone calls leading them to get locked out of their workplace a big thank you. You know who you are, and you know I'm grateful. As to the lovely (and seriously mushy!) Ben Apps, tank choo for the sweeties. They're going to come in useful. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Isn't it nice when your gig is promoted without you even having to breathe a word about the forthcoming event? I was going to bore you all with the details and death threats of "Be there or I'll kidnap your teddy bear and send it back to your in stuffing-ridden pieces," but thanks to the lovely combined efforts of Mr. Carsmile and Mr. Apps, my stage has already been set, so I'll enter stage left. My gig is on the 11th (That's a MONDAY, not a TUESDAY) somewhere in Oxford.Mr. Carsmile and the lovely Matt Wilson (who is also on the list but lurks I the shadows like the wee lurky thing he is) know more about the venue than I, because I'm merely a London girly and therefore ignorant about all things outside Zone 6. But yes; do come. It will be fun! My band are called the EndlessCityLights and we sound like what the Velvet Underground, Mogwai and The Shang-gri-las would sound like if they all held hands, kissed in public, got drunk and indulged in illicit insemination with only a turkey baster and a rather glamorous young girl with a clarinet (that being me). Support comes from Welsh shang-a-lang drunken wonders "The Loves" who not only have the fact that one of my best friends is their guitarist in their favour, but also the fact that they're on Track and Field records which can only ever be a good thing. Main act are Delicate AWOL, post-rock lushness with a bitter aftertaste. And there should be a club afterwards and stuff too with me, Matt and some of our friends' dj'ing. I don't usually shamelessly promote things via the Internet.but this one involves me and it's just after the Brighton Weekender too (which I shall be gracing with my presence. ) and it's only £2 and it should be immense fun. Oh, and everyone should go to Carsmile's night too because that should be fun-filled-frolics galore. I've been listening to too much old Elliot Smith recently. My lovely friend Marianne leant me nearly all of his old albums, so I've been sat here back at home in the sunshine, relishing the fact that I have nice food, a clean kitchen and lovely parents to indulge in and listening to songs which shimmer in the sun like beautiful, poisonous flowers. Apologies for the self-indulgence before, but whilst I'm on a roll I may as well add to my tally. Dammit, everywhere I go all I see are people holding hands and being all couply in the Winter Sun. I either want a Sinister romance or more people to be bitter with, as me and my friends are getting a bit fed up with being the only ones now. Even Saint Peter seems to be on a bit of a roll now, and he's a bloody archangel. Any takers for either position? Right. This is perhaps the most self-indulgent post I've ever sent so I'll bow out with a blush and the shuffling of my feet. Oh but LIST CONTENT!! Jordi-If on the Benicassim Belle and Sebastian show you hear a mad English girl and boy jumping up and down and singing rather loudly.that'll be me and the boy in the tree. I can only hope and pray they've not broadcast my interview with MTV yet. Love and Fizzy Love-hearts, 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 mark.hester at xxx.com Wed Jan 23 17:21:45 2002 From: mark.hester at xxx.com (Mark Hester) Date: 23 Jan 2002 17:21:45 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Your life is music, but my life is lipgloss Message-ID: <20020123172145.20531.cpmta@c000.lhr.cp.net> An embedded and charset-unspecified text was scrubbed... Name: not available URL: From irivamon at xxx.com Thu Jan 24 05:45:02 2002 From: irivamon at xxx.com (Ian Rivamonte) Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2002 21:45:02 -0800 Subject: Sinister: San Francisco Indiefest? Message-ID: Hi, I apologize for the listservers since there is no B&S content in here. But, since everyone in this list is "in the know," does anyone happen to know what this San Francisco Indiefest happening at the Castro Theatre on 31 January is all about? I saw it on Ticketmaster and for $20 (plus applicable service charges), you get to go to the "indiefest" and the after party. They recommend that persons arrive 15 minutes early?!?!? Huh? First of all, who is in said "indiefest" and, secondly, what the hell is it all about? Please explain. I've lost touch with society since I've enrolled in law school.... 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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 velocity_girl_is at xxx.uk Thu Jan 24 12:26:04 2002 From: velocity_girl_is at xxx.uk (velocity farewell) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 04:26:04 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: meaNwHiLe iN a LuXuRy docKLanD h0mE... Message-ID: <20020124122604.27376.qmail@web10004.mail.yahoo.com> Hello everyone, it's weird being at work, being in an office with 10 other people, and have 'the boy with the arab strap' on your pooter's cd player... people typing, talking on the phone whilst 'sleep the clock around' is playing.. it could have made a brill video-clip, i'm telling you... there's been a lot of emails but it seems to me that things in sinister-land have been very quiet... but then it's just me... I lately feel like those people in prison... carving little lines on the wall to keep count of the days they've spent in my cell... eight weeks... sorry, nine weeks... in nine weeks i'll take my passport, my oNe-Way-TicKet to London, my luggages, and off I go! I can't believe that something i've been planning for so long is going to be realised at last... moving to glasgow feels like going back home somehow... and paul and nicholas are going with me... and stay-c (dahling) is going to join us in august (august stayc!! not september!!)... I've spent last night talking on the phone with Nicholas and then with Ruvi and then with Paul making plans... Nicholas said we should have a booze cabinet and I could keep the key for it! I said it should be a golden key which i'd hang from my belt... you remember, like in Isabel Allende's book "the house of the spirits" where the sister and housekeeper was having a big chain with all the keys of the house hanging from her belt... And we're going to have a garden too... and I'll do my gardening with a big hat on with a veil, mind, and gloves... and Nicholas will buy me an old rocking chair to put in the garden where i'll be sitting in summer days and embroider with my little cousin, Honey, sipping ice strawberry tea and munching on barbie candies... it was just 2 weeks ago when everyone was here... Paul, Stay-C and Zozo... we celebrated my birthday throwing cake to each other and drinking a huge bottle of champagne; actually, paul and stayc drank that before i and zozo had a chance!! We went to this mexican restaurant where we had caipirinias (latin american coctails) and got all emotional as we realised that sinister gave us the best friends we could have wished for... i don't want to get all corny now... and i'm not fucking twee, but yes it's true... so we had a toast to sinister and to our honeyioschka bambola and to all the people we wished they were there with us to share all this... I had to share my bed the first night with zozo and the next with stayc... you see, i couldn't have them fighting over me!! what a tart I am!! and we spent half night (or more?) with stayc talking about glasgow... and that night, after i fell asleep, she stayed awake thinking... next day they all got into a cab and went to thessaloniki... from there stayc would go to bulgaria to have her visa re-newed... the cab broke half the way to thessaloniki and paul missed his flight! eventually and thanks to zozo he found himself on another plane, different airlines though... so things worked out for him... but not for stayc whose adventures you must all have read... in a way i think that things worked out fine for my badass sistah! she needed a kick at that cute bum of hers you see... so after a sleepless night, a huge bottle of champagne, chocolate cake all over her, 3-4 caipirinias, and being deported from greece, she got her arse in gear and decided to move to glasgow with us! now she's in london ready to visit some of you, so consider yourselves warned! and i should stop ranting and go back to work, go back to book hunting... i hate latin books!! grrr... all these crazy uni professors!! fuck 'em all! fuck 'em with knives!!! take good care vel xxx PS(1): the PF! "but i used to read about you/ and you oftenly would throw caution to the wind/ and don't you know/ you really are the sweetest thing..." I wanted your new phone number but your editor said you'd moved and noone had it yet... could you please please email and give your phone number to me? I want to ring you... sorry for using monsieur Cole to persuade you... PS(2): I loved Kyla's email... it was honest and even harsh in parts but great nevertheless... Kyla, email me... i've been a lazy sod i know... PS(3): My Genova (pookiehotpantslove) the arms of sex don't belong to stuart but to the boy jimmy reid!i've spent hours and hours watching jamc video tapes and i kept swooning over jimmy's arms! get your tutu skirt ready... we're going to sweep them all off their feet with our go-go dancing figures!! PS(4): Andrew!! yes you!! email me damnit!! tis your turn!!! PS(5): KenKenickie, do you fancy a take-away? PS(6): I for once agree with mr murdoch and say that yes, the camera obscura album is one of the best i've listened to this year! you should all buy it!!! PS(7): have i told you that we're all going to visit ARchel(licious mou) in Brighton and have a picnic there in ApRil?? no? well we bloody aRe!! PS(8): end of the boy with the arab strap cd... time for some galaxie500!! "waR is the last possible cReative act", Mick Travis, "IF" "true creation will rise from the ruins of the old world..." Isidor Isou __________________________________________________ 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 pykachu100 at xxx.com Thu Jan 24 12:35:01 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 12:35:01 +0000 Subject: Sinister: keep the dog a hound Message-ID: Hello, I'm quite plastic-y but yet wobbly and squishy today - yes, I feel like a bag of shit. Ho hum, waking up feeling like a teenage dirtbag, except not teenage, so I don't even get the "aw but he's only a teenager" excuse for being a grumpy moaning git. I'm at work and people in the background are making jokes about sucking on a juicy pear, and I can't even bring myself to laugh. Please. If you have a funny joke please send one to me. To save me from punching the computer screen in anger and thus breaking my hand. Mark Hester said: >Mark C innocently >enquires: >"How many of you can honestly say that..... >you've cleaned the INSIDE of your kitchen dustbin? >Huh?" > >I'm afraid I have to answer in the affirmative. Is insides-of-dust-bin-cleaning a trait inclusive of all marks alike? Possibly, exclusive to? no. Since I have been known to wash a dust bin like there is no tomorrow once after a FLY INFESTATION in my flat, it was the most horrid thing. My flat-mate left the rubbish unthrown out over Easter holidays, and it turned into a shag-fest of two hot-blooded (um) flies. And then all their children shagged each other before I came back after Easter to find 100,000 dire-flies flying around. Arrrgh. Speaking of 100,000 fireflies by the Magnetic Fields, has anyone noticed that the chorus of the song ("afraid of the dark without you close to me") was STOLEN from the end bit of the Simpsons, when there's a picture of the cinema with a woman going "shhhh" (just before the "20th Century Fox" thingie). Just noticed that.. and now I can't stop singing the lyrics everytime the sad moment comes when an episode of the simpsons has finished. Thanks for the people who did my friendtest.com quiz (http://friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=kenchu), I am pleasantly surprised that even SATAN has taken the time to do my quiz, a big HELL-O to you mr. satan, hehe I bet you get that a lot, huh? But being the boss of hell I would expect you to at least know who my favourite BBC News presenter is, you are the weakest link goodbye. I feel more minging than Ann Robinson. Ken P.S.: Does anyone want to send me some tactical crush-votes? _________________________________________________________________ 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 Thu Jan 24 14:42:14 2002 From: tompettinger at xxx.uk (Corduroy Boy) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 14:42:14 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Satan and chris Isaak. Not in the same paragraph. Message-ID: <005401c1a4e5$53317220$e72d3c3e@pbncomputer> Hello all, Thankyou, to the record number of people who e-mailed me to inform me that the song I was searching for was Chris Isaak. (i.e. thankyou, Dylan). I was mildly annoyed to find that what seemed like a Nick Cave/Gordon Lightfoot song was by Chris Isaak, who, from the small amount of research I have done seems to be a crooner and heart throb, in other words, uninspiring. (I could be wrong though, so please don't snap at me if you happen to run the Chris Isaak fanclub.) Also, thankyou for the people who chided me on my dismissal of rap music, it was perhaps a little misleading from my real opinion. Although there is a lot of bad rap music about, I have more respect for hip-hop than I do any other music other than alternative-type, as many artists are progressing, coming up with original stuff and are into the music, culture and breakdancing etc other than just being up themselves. Also, I love it when people can actually use the decks in a skilful way, unlike the halfwits in my school who spend huge amounts on technics decks seemingly just to listen to the records on them. I have hip hop playing friends who have shown me that using the decks properly is no easy task. They also have friendly and humble attitudes, which again makes their music more enjoyable. Basically, what I don't like in music is processed crap simply for making money, and because the companies know that kids and rude boys will buy stuff to shock their parents there is a lot of rap that follows that fomula. But then again, that's probably just on the surface. I mean, when non-indie kids think of indie music, they don't immediately think of B&S, Tompaulin and the like... One other small inequality I would like to make known is that when I said "I am a constant source of embarrassment" and made other comments as to being ribbed about my choice of clothes, this did *not* mean I tremble and run away etc. I wear my tanktop with pride, and am anything other than feeble! Right, tanktops, I have just given you a helping hand in my test. They are good fun, but quite difficult, so mine is not quite so hard I don't think. But it's not a gift, by any means. Of course, those tacticians (?) out there will have realised that the thing to do to impress someone would be to enter with a false name, get the answers then enter as yerself. But where's the fun in that? Don't worry, it is easily visible from my miserable scores that this is not what I have been doing. www.friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=CorduroyBoy is the place. Ken says satan has tried his hand at his test. And we know that Saint Peter frequents our list so if they both tried, do you think it would prove where I'm going? Hehehe... Lloyd Cole: I took Mario's advice and bought rattlesnakes. I think there's something odd afoot, it was supposedly an edition limited to 500 (mine's no. 344) but I got it for �6, so maybe it's not or maybe no one else likes him! About the black and white bits in "If....". I heard about *a* film that they simply ran out of colour film and couldn't afford any more, but it might be a different one. Scum, ha ha! I agree, Mr. Pancake, to say that they were letting rip with machine guns etc few people seemed to be dropping. Maybe they'd messed up and picked up those blanks by mistake, and the people that did die were just tripping over and landing where someone had spilt tomato ketchup. Perhaps. Right, I'm off to try Mark's test and possibly ask for an online insurance quote, in no certain order. Tom XXX P.S. Andrew, your tape should have arrived this morning. P.P.S. To the people who have voiced their coveting of a Belfast gig tape, I'm open to swap for a tape of the black sessions. (And/or any other sessions/unreleased material other than the Belfast gig, Bowlie or the Peel sessions, should such material exist...) P.P.S: Myself and another band member were discussing album names. We came up with "the eponymously named album", as it would screw up any clever reviews! "I've just heard the first album from *******, the eponymously named album. No, it's not called ******, it's the eponymously named album, oh...hang on...no...aw, shit...." +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From craigrowson at xxx.com Thu Jan 24 14:34:53 2002 From: craigrowson at xxx.com (Craig Rowson) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 14:34:53 +0000 Subject: Sinister: You know, sometimes things go well... Message-ID: Hello new friends (hopefully), First post so a quickie introduction: I'm Craig, 21, living in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, England. Graduate of Religious Studies (people chuckled at me in Freshers Week for that one) and currently trying to find identity outside of full time education. I was hoping that said identity might be found outside of the general rat-race or the call centre culture of the North-East and so embarked upon a journey into writing. That's been going okay but alongside it i have had to embrace that which i was trying to avoid by data-entering for the DSS. Not fun and not clever. So here i was expecting my first post to be full of woe, bemoaning the lack of stimulating employment and more seriously the lack of anywhere in Newcastle to go for a night out to hear some decent indie music. (Stone roses is about as alternative as you get if the urge to dance bites.) But then i only go and get myself a new job in the same week that i hear about a new club starting in Newcastle and so things are looking up. The job ain't fantastic but its in the design school of Northumbria University so i should get to meet some creative types. More importantly it looks like i'll be able to socialise once a month while listening to the music i so dearly love, rather than sitting at home with my rabbit (who seems to like Mogwai but hasn't divulged his tastes too me in any greater detail - guess that's why he's called Silent Bob). I'm guessing there must be some fellow sinisterees in the North-East so it seemed a good topic to begin posting with. From reconnaissance so far i have gathered that the night is called 'The Walk' (after the Aislers Set song perhaps, who knows?) and it promises to play all the best new alternative releases along the same lines as Offbeat in Sheffield (which i have unfortunately never attended.) That means i should be able to dance badly to Belle & Sebastian without being out-monkeyed on the dancefloor by Ian Brown fans. The first one is on the 6th February, a Wednesday night i know but this is surely a cause worth supporting so i suggest that a sinister presence is necessary. Whaddya reckon? There's live music too!! Who's with me? You can e-mail iamwalking at hotmail.com and ask for a copy of the flyer and it is beautifully nonsensical. Let me know, and hello again!! Craig. _________________________________________________________________ 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 michael at xxx.com Thu Jan 24 16:38:25 2002 From: michael at xxx.com (Michael Vance) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 08:38:25 -0800 Subject: Sinister: Ho hum Message-ID: <20020124083825.H5225@24-205-57-185.glen-dyn.charterpipeline.com> My biannual post. I noticed someone posted a "songs never played list", and Seymour Stein wasn't on it. It seems like a bastardized B&S song, I never hear anyone mention it, but the song is very dear to me, and I was saddened when they didn't play it here in LA. Those of you who have heard it live are a lucky bunch indeed. I'm in love again. For those of you who don't know me (all of you), my six year relationship with my fiancee ended last March, which was fairly devastating, of course, but it offered a wealth of new opportunities, so for that I feel blessed. She got married in late December (yes, nine months later), and *that very evening* I came home to find a message on my voicemail from the girl I'm currently dating, who is absolutely stunning in every respect of her being. I'm writing lots of haikus. I'm smoking my pipe. I'm playing the Smiths a lot. I'm thinking of her. Each of you have a splendid day. Regards, m. -- Mother I never knew, every time I see the ocean, every time-- -- Issa +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 24 17:10:15 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 17:10:15 -0000 Subject: Sinister: New B&S news mailing list! Message-ID: <032101c1a4f9$ffdefba0$9426fea9@katrina> hi everyone, just wanted to let you all know that we have now set up a news mailing list which you can join at http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/list/list.asp this list will be a news list only and the band, neil & i will post to it regularly with news on gigs, new releases and other stuff. it should hopefully be the first place you'll find things out. so join up now, there will be an announcement coming fairly shortly on the list about the first lot of gigs scheduled for 2002! 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 amourfoubaby at xxx.com Thu Jan 24 17:31:13 2002 From: amourfoubaby at xxx.com (Stewie-Louie Ratatouille) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 17:31:13 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Greetings! Message-ID: If you are looking for a good reason to celebrate tonight, look no further: Stewie is out of the nursery!! (and, yes, there was much rejoicing.) I don't want to take up to much room with this but I do want to introduce myself. I am first and foremost a lazy scenester (I'm not proud) and I fund this lifestyle by teaching intro courses at a university in Ohio. I signed up for this list so I could make good use of the hours I spend sitting in my office in case any of my students decide they want to chit chat. I also read and write papers with ridiculous titles like "Processes of Embodiment and Spatialization in the Writings of Paul Auster." Furthermore, I want to praise the idea of the nursery. I have been on too many lists that have no such feature and the list members suffer greatly from it. My mandatory lurking time really did its job and gave me a great opportunity to see exactly what goes on here but it left me with a burning question: why does everyone have a runny nose? At first I thought it was just a weather thing but now that I have been allowed to post, I find that my nose is suddenly runny as well. Honey, what gives? Well, all this non-sense is unfortunately a decent enough introduction for myself. I hope my message finds everyone well - if a bit stopped up - and I am looking forward to Sinister filling my dreary office hours with ... uh ... well, all its sinister goodness. Stewie _________________________________________________________________ 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 snowyminor at xxx.com Thu Jan 24 17:42:19 2002 From: snowyminor at xxx.com (michelle ruiz) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 09:42:19 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: god bless you sad puppy Message-ID: <20020124174219.94876.qmail@web11701.mail.yahoo.com> Bless me Sinister it's been about 7 years since my last confession. I kept getting asked by a co-worker yesterday why I don't go. And it just occurred to me that I don't know anyone (friends) who does either. Does anyone who is relatively young go to 'the sacrament of reconciliation' as a personal choice? And would not going to confession- be something you could confess? Actually the real reason that I don't go is because the little booths make me nervous. They are so threatening you feel as if you killed someone when you haven't and the priest is behind a screen so as not to become a victim of your psycho spree. There is a confession session though where you can talk to the priest in person, which I did once. That's less frightening. Professors can really piss me off. The kind that look at your test as soon as you hand it to them. Then they give you that look that says 'This is all wrong. You are stupid.' There's a boy in my class who has a Fat Albert shirt that makes me happy when I see it though. As I was listening to B&S this morning someone told me there is something called Sebastian syndrome which is a blood/spleen condition. It's rare apparently. 'you can take me for 50 cents' that was what a cracked out teenage girl said to me on my way to buy a lighter. At first I thought she was asking me for 50 cents but then it was apparent that she wasn't. She was with her friends who all looked like they had taken turns saying that to people. I just smiled and said no that's alright. If I was a pimp hey it'd be all good but um, no. Which reminds me (How pimps lead to thoughts of Valentine's day, lord only knows). I was onced asked by a guy coming out of a gay bar if I needed a Valentine. I gave him the same response as well but if things start to look grim come February 14 maybe I should look him up. amen x michelle x __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Great stuff seeking new owners in 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 g.lynch at xxx.com Thu Jan 24 18:45:40 2002 From: g.lynch at xxx.com (Grainne Lynch) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 10:45:40 -0800 Subject: Sinister: moving to the beat of the music in my head Message-ID: People said stuff about the Warlords of Pez (if you don't believe me, look: Dirty Vicar said this: "Grainne was right, my last subject line was a reference to the mighty Warlords of Pez. They are this strange Dublin band who play gigs wearing animal masks all dressed in, er can't remember, is it leather jackets and cycling shorts? And they have someone onstage with them with a flipchart which contains the lyrics to their songs (usually the same as the title of their songs). One song is called 'Derek Davis In A Pound Shop With A Basket Full Of Deodorant' (this might mean more to you if you were familiar with Irish TV personality Derek Davis), another 'Fuck Your Partner Like A Zombie Till Their Brains Come Out Their Head' (or something like that). I think they're destined for massive mainstream success. Is Chris Pez in Warlords of Pez? that would be cool." and then Chris said this: "aha!! since they/we all wear masks then you'll never know. yeah, i commute to dublin every week to practice they sound a bit like the comedy slipknot" See, I'm not making it up.) And I felt that I had to add some more, because I think Sinister should know about the power of Pez. I adore the band, partly because there is a Warlord in my class at college, and I fancy the pants off him, but also because the gigs are so much fun! They really, really are, if you are in the right mood and the right atmosphere. The Temple Bar Music Centre in Dublin is perfect. My favourite Pez songs are 'Clippity clop, clippity clop, over the hills and into the sea' and 'Big Robots Don't Paint Very Well' and I also like 'F' and 'UTV'. As well as dressing up, they give out freebies like programmes and comic books, all designed my the band. I think they are very cool, and I want to be in Pez, because they have so much fun! The song about Derek Davis is based on a true story, by the way! I think I've performed very badly in all the Friend Tests that I've done. All the questions are much too hard. Did everyone enjoy the Belfast gig on Monday? I think the line about Stiff Little Fingers in 'Me and the Major' was there just for the Dirty Vicar. I have photos of the gig which will hopefully end up on the web sometime next week, if you're interested. Oh dear, I think I am committing the big no-no of quoting more than I've written. (does that sentence make sense?) Will you forgive me this time, if I promise not to do it again? Gr�inne. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lazylinedavid at xxx.net Thu Jan 24 19:08:38 2002 From: lazylinedavid at xxx.net (lazylinedavid at xxx.net) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 14:08:38 -0500 Subject: Sinister: I'm caking up with pus Message-ID: <360FF9AD.7E622693.96249DF0@netscape.net> Hello the homepage of Netscape just confronted me with the question 'Is Anna Kournikova Relevant?' Good grief. Relevant to what? I much prefer the aptly-named Israeli player, Miss Smashnova. In a very good mood today because I just got tickets to go and see Isaac Hayes in Brooklyn next month. This is very exciting. I wonder if he'll do a cover version of Don't Leave the Light On, Baby? Mmm, that would be good. To those of you in the UK (and who live anywhere near the miniscule number of cinemas that will be kind enough to show it), I think that Richard Linklater's gorgeous 'Waking Life' opens tomorrow. Please please please go and see it! Even if the rambling philosophy lecture gets a little silly at times, just close your ears and watch the animation float across the screen: you'll think you're on the loveliest drugs ever invented. And is 'Storytelling' really that bad? It opens properly here in the US tomorrow, and is getting savaged in the most entertaining ways by reviewers. Why on earth did B&S get involved with Solondz in the first place? Until next time, David xxx -- __________________________________________________________________ Your favorite stores, helpful shopping tools and great gift ideas. Experience the convenience of buying online with Shop at Netscape! http://shopnow.netscape.com/ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape Mail account today at http://webmail.netscape.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 jvic at xxx.br Thu Jan 24 19:15:39 2002 From: jvic at xxx.br (jvic at xxx.br) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 17:15:39 -0200 Subject: Sinister: Wandering Alone Message-ID: <200201241916.TAA08900@missprint.org> Hey folks, Does anybody know where i can get the mp3 of B&S's "Wandering Alone"?? And its lyrics?? Actually, i'm not really sure the song is called "Wandering Alone", but they performed it here in Brazil (at the Free Jazz Festival), and i read on the newspaper that the song is called Wandering Alone, but it hasn't been released yet. Well, whatever, i guess you know what song i'm talking about... Bye, Victor _________________________________________________________ Oi! Voc� quer um iG-mail gratuito? Ent�o clique aqui: http://registro.ig.com.br/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From kylaschu at xxx.com Thu Jan 24 19:18:18 2002 From: kylaschu at xxx.com (Kyla Schuller) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 11:18:18 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: i'm in love with cowboys and sailors Message-ID: <20020124191818.628.qmail@web14207.mail.yahoo.com> for months after i had met him, my eyes filled with tears whenever i thought about our encounter. not sadness, but not quite happiness either -- simply the ache of awareness, the sense that somehow our meeting had significance i wouldn't be able to decipher. when my mother told me he had sent me a letter which was promptly lost in the mail i quickly hid my tears in a musty pillow. it's embarassing enough to be caught crying. but over someone i'd met for four hours? but i'd never quite seen the land as it flowed through someone's veins. his tanned leathery skin barely concealed the mountain cornices and talus pilings laying beneath. i was captivated by him. my cousins and sister huddled in the kitchen, but i had his attentions monopolized. we talked about coal mining, about deadly explosions 100 feet below ground, about how cold the wind can be sweeping down from 9,000 foot mountain peaks. he's been a cowboy for 80 years. my grandmother and her siblings have always amazed me: the socialite, the stone mason, the bishop and the cowboy. finally i was meeting the cowboy! he lived in a tiny shack in a virtually uninhabited valley near tonopah, nevada for 35 years. alone, save for his cattle. he didn't heat his home: if his cows didn't get heat, neither did he. when the winter came he'd be snowed in for months at a time. in spring he'd head out on his horse for 6 weeks at a strech, placing raw eggs in the flour-filled saddlebags at his side. at night, he would painstakingly paint color on black and white photographs of his beloved ruby valley. in the 1940s he sent away for a 16mm movie camera. at my insistence, he pulled out some films. here's a bobcat i caught. here's the ranch in january. i gasp at the ridge peaks jutting valiantly into an ice blue sky. here's the town 30 miles away burning down. here's your grandparents when they were just married, 63 years ago. here -- here's some explosions in the night sky. i think, please, please don't tell me those glowing shapes in the 1940s nevada sky are what i think they are. oh yes, those are the atomic bombs being tested 60 miles away. fallout all over my ranch, all the time. here's my best friend charlie, a native american who taught me how to hunt for fish by weaving sticks into dams in streams flush with late spring. finally, this week, only six months later, i sat down to write him a letter. but how do you write a love letter to your grandmother's 80 year old brother? how do you say he's one of the most beautiful people you've ever seen in your life? how do you tell him you've heard he keeps collapsing off his horse and that maybe he's too old to work 7 days a week. how do you say i feel the mountains in your blood and it fills me with tears. how do you say please tell me every story you have about being a cowboy cinematographer. but i choked out a few lines, trusting that perhaps he'll understand them as well as he seemed to understand the watery eyes i turned away from him everytime he stepped into the kitchen for a glass of water. ************** in other news, to add to the indie emo hip hop discussion, i would like to second joe and archel's opinion of emohop. it certainly exists, and the boy i'm currently dating is a rapper in one of the groups archel mentioned, anticon, and i can report that not only does he wear thrift store tshirts and navy wool cardigans but that he owns every b & s lp and ep and that we get into spirited arguments over the nature of twee. and that he raps about things like being an office temp. love to all. -- kyla __________________________________________________ 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 rfadden at xxx.com Thu Jan 24 19:55:03 2002 From: rfadden at xxx.com (Robyn Fadden) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 11:55:03 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: it really tied the room together Message-ID: <20020124195503.96225.qmail@web11103.mail.yahoo.com> sini-ster, agh, they are seismically upgrading the building i work in. this means they are drilling through concrete with the loudest, most brain-vibrating devices. but right now they are not. and i am listening to songs:ohia. good. songs:ohia was definitely i think the best concert of last year. i laughed, i cried, i awed. kyla wrote this line and i think it's lovely: 'here's the town 30 miles away burning down' and also how could one not love a cinematographer cowboy. but 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 time this happened to me i was 14 and reading what else but: 'the thorn birds'. agh. i'm well over it though.) i would have made this line my subject line, but i wanted to get on the big lebowski wagon (how big *is it*?) before it really expired. the first time i saw this movie i actually fell out of my theatre seat i was laughing so hard. yes, it was an old theatre with slantly seats, but still, it was that 'this is so funny and so brilliant i have lost control of my senses' kind of laughter. i also have to say: duvet manifesto! we will crush all inferior bedding. we will be comfortable in all weathers. we will pay attention to department store flyers advertising 50%-off duvet sales. sinister was talking about this a long time ago, but since it is still winter, it is still relevant. 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. and see 'waking life', yeah! and if you snowboard, get wristguards! or only go on really powdery days. because i broke my wrist snowboarding on what can only be described as 'ice' two weeks ago and it is Not Fun. and the seismic-upgrading drills make my broken bones vibrate. ow. next time i write sinister there will be less advice and more telling of tales, i promise :) i emote. fantastiche! 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!? 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 melmoz13 at xxx.com Thu Jan 24 23:51:21 2002 From: melmoz13 at xxx.com (Melmoz) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 17:51:21 -0600 Subject: Sinister: Life is not whatnot and it's none of your business Message-ID: Hi all, Melmoz here. Man, it got cold here all of a sudden! It was 70 degrees just two days ago and now it is 45! The joys of living in the south of the US. Sinister Texas Round-Up ------------------------------------ Just want to announce that there will be a Sinister Round-Up in Texas coming up very soon!!!!! So all of you listees who live in Texas, live near Texas and want to visit us, or who will be around these parts, you are ALL invited! Email me if you would like to come, not too sure on the date yet but it is in the works. I am thinking anywhere from late April to June would be a good time. School will be out by then and we can take our time making plans. We'll make more of a decision when I hear who wants to come. Good ol' Vince the Bee and myself will be organizing the whole thing. I know of 5 people who live in Texas so far. I was thinking of doing a Dallas get-together first, since it is my hometown and I kind of wanted my first sponsored Sinister event to run smoothly and in a familiar environment for me. But if we have other requests, I am open to anything. Ken Chu, wanna come??? Heard you wanted to visit Texas someday, now's your chance! So, put on your boots, and lord knows don't forget that horse (you know that is the Texan mode of transportation, that and SUVs) and come on down (or up) for the Sinister Texas Round-up!! More details to follow! Goin crazy with CDs: ------------------------------------- I went nuts at Virgin records the other day and bought tons of cd's! I sold some stuff on Ebay and took that money and bought myself about 12 cds. Included: Magnetic Fields 69 Love Songs Vol 1, Black Box Recorder, Arab Strap, Magnetic Fields 'Get Lost', Velvet Underground, JJ72 and some old Erasure, and many more. Thanks for whoever recommended Arab Strap, they are the cat's pajamas. I also dig 69 Love Songs Vol 1, but can anyone write and tell me if Vol 2 and 3 are good and worth a buy? What really sucked about the Virgin outing was that I had a coupon for $25 off a $100 purchase and forgot it. Uck! This past weekend, I attended a music convention here in Dallas. Well, if you can call it a convention. It was mostly just old hippies selling old Peter Frampton records and what not. Not at all what Vince and I were hoping to see, of course we wanted more indie bands and whatnot. I think that I was one of the only females in the place, and it didn't help matters much that I was wearing a mini-skirt. Got many a look from scruffy old men. B&S Content: ------------------------------------- Oh yeah, I finally bought B&S Modern Rock Song and Legal Man on Ebay, as well as Sodastream. Have you guys heard about them? They sound strangely like B&S I must say, which is what drew me to them. I heard about them through www.microindie.com, pretty good site. Do you ever notice that some B&S songs have a VERY similar chord progressions to other artists' songs? I have noticed the following: 1. "Take Your Carriage Clock and Shove It" chords sound like "I've Never Been to Me" on the Priscilla Queen of the Desert soundtrack (listen for a while) 2. "Mayfly" beginning chords sounds like "Another Pleasant Valley Sunday" 3. "Get Me Away from Here I'm Dying" chords sounds like Pachelbel's Canon I might be totally wacked but at least they do to me. Remember I'm not making any comparisons of B&S to those artists, only the chords!!!!! Well enough from Melmoz. Night all.... Melmozduck =================================================== "Most of the time you are happy, you're a weirdo" -Charlatans 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 Histrianic at xxx.com Fri Jan 25 01:43:48 2002 From: Histrianic at xxx.com (Histrianic at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 20:43:48 EST Subject: Sinister: sinister: oh yes, i'm bad Message-ID: <177.29f3027.29821254@aol.com> U.L.A. (say it like 'ullah', but it means utter list abuse..) I want to go see Clem Snide on February 16th at the Bowery Ballroom. (And I feel like a sucker for asking this..) The show says 18 and over, and I'm only a measly.. not 18 yet. So my question to new york listees: does the bowery ballroom check ID? (i really don't want to travel 400 miles if i can't get in. that would be pointless and a waste of my time. not that there is much point to my life anyway.) And. I was listening to I'm Waking Up To Us this morning in my head while I showered. It was annoying and endearing at the same time. Fudge is a good thing.. (in more ways than one.) cheers s +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Fri Jan 25 08:39:49 2002 From: bakerbaker13 at xxx.com (baker,baker) Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 00:39:49 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: henry kissinger Message-ID: <20020125083949.17582.qmail@web10107.mail.yahoo.com> tonite was a wonderful nite. i was driving alone through mazes, bridges over expressways and under onramps and through the dark trees by the canals and train tracks on the north edge of the palos forest preserve. i was driving my mom's minivan, 'coz my car is on the rag, and even though it's a really dorky car, i like it. i dotingly call it "the futuristic van of the future," because it has tons of buttons and features and only about half of them actually work. to me, this perfectly represents modern life. anyway though, i was driving under the street lamps and it felt like i was travelling at the speed of light. or the speed of "lite," because in all actuality i was obeying the speed limit precisely. i felt like diet cola, in fact -- listening to heartfelt rubbish on the radio (XRT isn't what it used to be), watching my digital spedometer and thinking about the girl who called me henry kissinger. i was bubbling with aspartame. [side note: digital spedometers are wonderful. they're like numbers being added randomly on a calculator & remind you in the most glorious way that your actual speed is best measured with your blood and your body, not the needle or the radar gun or the driver's ed man's voice in the back of your head.] but this girl i was thinking about -- i thought you might like to hear about her. many years ago, i was not less shy or awkward than i am now. i might even have been more so. and there was a girl who was perhaps in love with me, who wrote me a beautiful poem about henry kissinger. we sat next to each other in english class -- sometimes we would get together and sit on the floor in the back of the room and philosophize, write snide messages on the back of our hands, and our shoulders would sometimes touch, or our knees would bump and i remember feeling very excited, but not having the slightest idea what to do except shiver and keep philosophizing and writing things all up and down my arms. i might have been in love with her as well, but i didn't expect she'd want to hear about it. she seemed very interested in philosophy and english class and that all seemed to be enough. i was happy, and so -- i thought -- was she. the poem was strange. it was about henry kissinger, and the narrator of the poem was one of kissinger's secretaries, who would leave him special notes rolled up and tied with long blades of grass. she would write him love letters and leave poems for him to find in the filing cabinets. always mr. kissinger was running about clutching paperworks, letter openers, addendums, plane tickets. running off to israel and bolivia. dealing with foreign affairs. of course, the secretary was really this girl, and henry kissinger was me. it's strange to think of. all my life i've been the sort of person that was too mesmerized by the candles and incense, the flowing robes of priests, the clicking of the organ keys -- i never had much time for god and jesus and the holy ghost up there in heaven (actually i never went to church at all, i'm making that up but you understand what i mean). 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. it's like seeing a naked candy bar and shrinking away with fright because all my life, all i've ever known is the sweet, lingering taste of chocolate left clinging to someone's leftover wrapper. (sorry for the rambling) love, baker,baker __________________________________________________ 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 lokar20 at xxx.com Fri Jan 25 09:17:55 2002 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 03:17:55 -0600 Subject: Sinister: It's a nice night for a sulk...which sucks for you guys Message-ID: ********WARNING!!! THIS POST IS WHINY!!! PLEASE SKIP!!!!************** Oh my dear stars. It's 3 am, which isn't too late I guess, but it feels later. I've been debating whether I should go to class in the morning or not. I've been feeling very disconnected recently. This empty sort of depression has been with me a for a few days now. I don't like it. If I were to be depressed about a girl, it would be different. There would be something there. Either the hope of her noticing me, or the extreme pain of losing her. It would even be better if I were nervous about a test, or upset about a bad grade. Or about a job, or about something. Anything at all. But what keeps me up nights now? What drives me to write to 1500 people this late at night? Nothing. Nothing at all. I read post after post from you lot night after night. Many are humorous and fun, like Ken Chu's strange brand of vulgar wit. Or Laura Llew's...Llewness (Whom, much to her dismay and disgust, will soon find me standing outside her home, with an acoustic guitar, playing "hesitating beauty" with slightly altered lyrics). Then there are those beautiful ones, such as Kirsten's brief glimpse into a strange world I know nothing of. But a goodly amount deals with personal tragedies/triumphs involving finding beautiful moments in things, getting a new job, losing a job and cleaning, and especially pining for a boy/girl, getting the boy/girl, or losing the boy/girl. I have none of this. None of it at all. I have no prospects for a significant other of any kind, I'm not very close to any of my friends, I'm not worried about a job, School is set for the next several years, etc... There is nothing at all interesting in life. Days drift on and on, following each other in this endless parade of mundanity. School, work, home, clean, sleep, school, work, home, clean, etc... I have nothing really to look forward to, nothing to really mull over now, and no end in sight. I really can't stand it. But I can't put my finger on what the problem really is. I don't know what to do. I can't come up with a solution if there isn't really a problem. I stay up late at night, smoking cigarettes in my bed and listening to music, and thinking about nothing. 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. If I were to be dumped, I could listen to some trembling blue stars or something. Loss of a loved one, there's plenty of music for that. But what about utter nothingness? No feelings about anything whatsoever, other than the dread of having go through yet another awful day. Sorry to bother you all with this, I don't like to annoy people. But does anyone else ever feel this way? Or is this just self-loathing wankery? I will say the two bright spots of today. I finally received (after a few months) the Camera Obscura LP. I was amazed at how high quality the vinyl was. So thick, like they really cared. Someone give someone in that band a good pat on the back for that. Also, the magazine on banchory is absolutely excellent. It's a must have. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience. I wouldn't feel so bad about cluttering up your mailbox if mine was cluttered up all the time with information on how to get an international drivers license, or a certain percent off widgets. Mostly from a girl named "J A N E T" -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 neil at xxx.net Fri Jan 25 10:06:46 2002 From: neil at xxx.net (Neil Robertson) Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 10:06:46 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Danish Dates Message-ID: <007a01c1a588$00351a60$4184fc3e@neil> Details of Belle & Sebastian's first Danish performances (not including a game of football with a bunch of Danish Truckers while in our pyjamas in '98) are now up on the band's homepage www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home People who live "quite" close to Denmark, but not "actually" Denmark might want to wait until next week before rushing in. Please don't write to ask what this means. I'm telling you things as soon (and in some cases sooner) as I'm allowed. Rock on. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 25 11:20:20 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 11:20:20 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Boney-ness of the middle-class canine dinner Message-ID: Dear sinister, I am feeling much less of being in a "I want to kill someone" mood today. Thank you for those of you who sent me jokes - I must say it worked a treat and my afternoon was (quoting the *gasp* lighthouse family) "lifted". And all the lovely sinister e-mails that were sent. *swoons* I also had a can of Red Bull over lunch time, which also helped. mmm. So, I'm still as tired as I was yesterday, actually quite possibly more tired - it is strange, whenever I get REALLY tired out like I am today my body stops being grumpy and turns instead into a haze of hysteria and I'm finding things funny that I shouldn't. I guess I am so tired I can't think straight so it's a bit like being drunk, no wonder I looked even more attractive in the mirror than usual. Earlier today, just to test the state of consciousness that I'm in, I set myself a challenge - I had to list every single song on each and every one of B&S's CDs, all in the proper track listing order - I tell you, it is bloody difficult - especially when you're tired! I got stuck on the "This is just a blah blah.." CD for about 15 minutes before remembering all the songs on it, and then it was like "aww how can I forget this song it was great!". I may still have got all the song orders wrong - mind, but there's no way that I would find out so I'm just gonna convince myself that I got them all right and thus am G!R!A!T!E! It's a fun game, you should try it too. michelle ruiz wrote: >Does anyone who is relatively young go to 'the sacrament of >reconciliation' as a personal choice? I have stopped going to confessions ever since the day, when I realised that by merely going through repentance I would immediately commit the ultimate sin of murder - by boring the minister to death. "Dear minister, I am feeling much less of being in a "I want to kill someone" mood today, ...... , today I nearly forgot the song order of a belle and sebastian EP..." Sound familar? Oh shit, I just killed 1500 people. Anyone still here? Oops. Sorry. Could I write a requiem for you now that you're dead? Funerals 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 marcbots at xxx.nl Fri Jan 25 14:13:08 2002 From: marcbots at xxx.nl (marc bots) Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 15:13:08 +0100 Subject: Sinister: not using all your fingers? Message-ID: <2VVP3ZB7O84JGPNURMGB7375NME0W.3c5167f4@poppy.sci.kun.nl> then please cross all your vacant fingers with me, for the combined power of all these crossed fingers will surely make b&s play in the netherlands. but i'll be pleased with germany or belgium too, as long as it is within driving distance. is it next week already? i can't wait... love, 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 stoutrobin at xxx.com Fri Jan 25 14:26:28 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 14:26:28 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Beef Wellingtons Message-ID: I saw a sticker in a car window this morning for "P Miller - Barry Island's second hand car dealer." So that's where he is. "Belle & Sebastian announce gigs in Denmark". Oh if only they were playing Legoland. It used to be my ambition when I was little to visit Denmark because it was the Land Of Lego, and whenever we went to travel agents to get brochures on "Welsh Camping Holidays" I'd steal one about Denmark and flick through the pages under my bedclothes by torchlight. Mmmm, Denmark.. Oooh Lego.. Mmm.. Whoops! It's amazing what you can do with Lego - http://users.erols.com/kennrice/lego-kz.htm. 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 I actually had lots of relevant things to say, like a week ago, but now I've forgotten them all. Hmm. Errr. No still can't remember. Well done Ken for finding out the name of the new album. It's going to be ace. Ken, if you're still bored at work have a look at Arthur Bostrum's website - http://www.arthurbostrom.com/ . You can even email him. Imagine! Emailing ARTHUR BOSTRUM! You see the thing is, if you became a billionairre you wouldn't spend your money on swimming-pools like all the other billionairres, however expensive the tiles. You'd spend your money building a suit that would make you superhuman. Well I would. It would look like this: Body armour made from diamond (the hardest substance known to man) which will deflect bullets, and will be shaped to look like I have big muscles so I look buffed. Inside the body armour will be lots of hydraulic pistons and stuff to give me superhuman strength, and a supercomputer to do stuff like make shopping lists for me so I have more time to save the world. "HP sauce or Daddies? What? Someone's trying to take over the world?! Oh god, I just can't decide. HP or Daddies?! Hurry up Robin. Grr!" No, that could never be allowed to happen. Of course I'd need a super communications system operated by my secretary, Denise, so I would know when people are trying to TAKE OVER THE WORLD! Rocket boots, of course. Laser eyes, so I could fry the forces of evil with one stare. They'd need a safety mechanism, so they don't go off when I'm looking through the window of a chocolate shop or ice cream van or something. A cape - fire resistant so it doesn't catch fire from my rocket boots. What sort of superhuman suit would YOU spend YOUR money on? It has to be possible - no invisibility cloaks or radioactive spiders, mind; we all know the effects of being bitten by a radioactive spider are just too unpredictable. Peter Parker just got lucky. Belle and Sebastian content, about 2%. Must try harder Robin x (you see I already have a superhero name) _________________________________________________________________ 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 shewitt at xxx.uk Fri Jan 25 14:29:36 2002 From: shewitt at xxx.uk (Stephen Hewitt) Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 14:29:36 -0000 Subject: Sinister: On the Good Ship Banchory Message-ID: *carsmile hums captain pugwash theme to himself (this is not an excuse for "seaman staines" jokes (unless he can't think of anything else)) Ahoy there landlubbers So, new tour dates, exciting, eh? Anyway as one or two of you old timers at the back may remember, approximately 9823786491287643 years ago, it was mooted that B&S would tour the coast of the british isles on a BOAT, playing gigs in seaside towns. And what do we notice about these first two danish dates, THEY ARE BOTH BY THE SEA!! Obv. the original plan was too small scale and they are planning to tour the WHOLE OF EUROPE by boat, which must be a bit of a pisser if you live in austria, but prolly quite handy if you're somewhere like GREECE which has lots of coast. At the end of this tour, say the beginning of June, they could cruise majestically up the thames and get arrested by the police, just like THEM SEX PISTOLS 25 years ago. also with the launch of this banchory list (a good thing, by the way, cheers neil :)), what exactly *are* beepster doing for the band??? also also with the news that nice mr eavis has got his licence for GLASTO this year, maybe it's time to bring http://groups.yahoo.com/group/siniglasto/ back to life, I assume one or two of you must be thinking about going? blimey two posts in a week, been a while... xoxo CarsmileSteve PS. SUSSED!! 10 Feb, The Cellar, Oxford!! PPS. actually there weren't characters called master bates or seaman staines in capt pugwash actually PPPS. I think we've broken friendtest, it got veeerrrrryyyy sssllllooooowwww yesterday afternoon. i blame that mark hester ;) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dangerous_mike at xxx.com Fri Jan 25 15:50:21 2002 From: dangerous_mike at xxx.com (Michael Grant) Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 15:50:21 +0000 Subject: Sinister: U.L.A. Message-ID: yup, thats right, time for more utter list abuse! only this time is for my sad little social life. woohoo! if anyone is going to the national pop league tonight (fantastic indie night. woodside social club, near kelvinbridge underground, glasgow, 9til2!) could they please look out for a sad lonely indie boy (thatll be me then!) sitting by himself between the hours of nine and eleven waiting for his "friends" to arrive. my friends are off to a gig beforehand and i have since found nobody to come with me from the very start. i shall be wearing white shirt, shiny red tie, brown/beige cords and a green duffle coat. so please befriend me. and i may even buy you alcoholic beverages to compensate for your inconvenience. thanks for putting up with my outrageous flaunting of list rules, i promise itll never happen again. honest. hope to see some of you tonight, mike.xx ps - you should all come, and not just cos ill be alone, but because its ace! woohoo! they gave out b&s prizes last time! yipee! _________________________________________________________________ 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 wpsalt at xxx.com Fri Jan 25 19:05:55 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Will Salt) Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 19:05:55 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Come out of the whatsit, and into the sunshine. Or snow. Or whatever. Message-ID: <20020125190555.A5153@candle.btinternet.com> This probably counts as list abuse to some people, but it's no worse than what other people do. It *is* one of those awful confessional posts, in case you always like to skip those. I have this terrible desire to be honest. I don't want to feel that I'm hiding things from you. There's been something on my mind for the past few months, and I've often referred to it in my posts -- but never directly. I've been thinking about it more and more, and I've decided that the only way I'm going to move on in life (bah! cliche!) is if I deal with this head-on. So, instead of putting little in-jokes in every post I write, or writing obliquely about what I want, I'm just going to be honest and tell you all. (A few of you -- well, at least one -- did see the little things in my previous posts and work out what I am like. More of you replied to my posts, and I ended up telling some of them what I was talking about anyway. But that's besides the point.) Ever since I can first remember looking at myself and thinking about what I look like, I've been unhappy with it. I know I look pale and skinny, but it's not that. I have learned to *like* being slim, and I'm used to my skin switching instantly from "milky-white" to "sunburnt". The real problem is -- well, a bigger problem than that. In short (with a deep breath): I am transsexual. I want to have a female body. I have known this at the back of my mind somewhere since I first became aware that the difference bewteen boys and girls was *important*, but for a long time I kept it hidden away. It was something that made me feel guilty, and that I had to keep hidden from people. I hated buying clothes, but I would keep some hidden at the back of my wardrobe terrified that my girlfriend would find them. Before then, when I was a teenager, I would sneak into my mother's bedroom when my parents were out and try on her clothes. She probably knows this very well, but I've never dared mention it to her. Occasionally, when she is talking about children with her friends, she says things like "I wish I'd had a daughter too," and my heart squeezes. It's snowing outside, but fine dry flakes, not the big fat ones that settle fast. About nine months ago, I told someone for the first time, this secret that I'd kept all my life. It felt good, that my friends were beginning to know who I really am for the first time. The problem with this is that it made me want to go further, until I am completely open about my life. But being open about my life makes me happier, and having to hide things is hard. Having to remember which friends I can talk openly to and which I can't is hard, too. Telling people is good. I can't afford to go to a counsellor, I daren't go to a doctor, and so telling my friends is the only way to start to accept myself. Since I have told people what I want to be, I've been able to accept it myself much more. A couple of years ago, this was a guilty secret I hid at the back of a cupboard. Now, I know that this is who I am, and I'm prepared to accept that. I've reached the point where I'm able to consider being completely open. I can even contemplate telling my parents. I can *even* contemplate going all the way. Telling you lot all this is another step along that path. Sorry to use you for my own therapy. The snow is getting thick. After I finish writing this, I'm going to go for a walk down some quiet suburban street where it will still be lying pristine and noone will have touched it. If you meet me at a picnic, and I'm wearing nail varnish or I have my hair in pigtails, you know why it is. If I'm wearing makeup, you know why it is. 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. Just give me a smile, and try to accept me. When you next meet me, you'll know who I really am. love xx gneissy -- ICQ 66321009 http://www.btinternet.com/~wpsalt/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mailben at xxx.com Fri Jan 25 20:47:59 2002 From: mailben at xxx.com (ben) Date: 25 Jan 2002 12:47:59 -0800 Subject: Sinister: If I were a good man I'd understand the spaces between friends Message-ID: <20020125204759.27916.cpmta@c014.snv.cp.net> An embedded and charset-unspecified text was scrubbed... Name: not available URL: From DansonHatcher at xxx.com Sat Jan 26 01:59:39 2002 From: DansonHatcher at xxx.com (DansonHatcher at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 20:59:39 EST Subject: Sinister: Mornings Are Just An Intense Sunshine Bath, Except Asleep Under This Indoor FUL Message-ID: <163.7b99d2b.2983678b@aol.com> Ethel, Joyce, Daisy, Gemma, Yvonne, Patrisha, Lottie, Abbie, Heather, Wendy, Lolita and Carol are all good names for a spider. But do you really want a spider Jenowl?, they are just about the most terrifying things on the face of the planet. Oh I watched Get Carter the other night, this is such a cool fil-im. All day the first twinkly bars of the title tune have been running "daada waa wa" stylee through my head all day. Isn't it violent though, I'm sure there was less blood last time, I must've been watching the family teatime edited version or something. I love it though cos it's so realistically shot and in places that are "real" to you. But where on earth did they shoot the final scene were Carter gets it , wow that huge gravel dumping thing is wow! where is it?, is it still there? All this week I lived at work to make some holiday-pennies fast. The last two weeks job is operating a machine that just requires you to position a part between a press and anvil, press a little green button and remove said part, over and over, during 64 hour weeks. As you can imagine, you ether concentate and get bored stupid or separate your mind and body and drift into dreamyland. Dreamyland wins of course and over the last two nights I have been so productive, I have written (most of) four songs and have refined the perfect "Double your temp job income" scam. Thing is after a while in this state you start to make mistakes and I woke up with great gusto when the soft focus cleared and the scene before me was of a stray finger just brushing the underside of the decending press thing (and its twelve ton pressure). Bang bang bang went my heart Theres this bloke who works next to me and looks like the pink(?) one off Trapdoor and has a name like a welsh railway station. He just stared straight at the press and wispered something inaudable then laughed quite loudly to himself. Should be in Poland next weekend, hey! But first to drive to London, Dolly's excited already with her chrome bits twinkling in the rain. Na sod it I'll write about this when I come back, see you in Brighton. 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. 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Name: not available URL: From wonderer at xxx.gr Sun Jan 27 00:41:53 2002 From: wonderer at xxx.gr (Dimitra) Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 02:41:53 +0200 Subject: Sinister: Part 1: How did those days turn into these Message-ID: <009201c1a6cb$6abb0d60$a1facdd4@d4q2i8> A few weeks ago, Will wrote: "If I start writing things down, I will get better at putting things into words. If I start putting things into words, I might be able to explain things a little better. If I can do that, I will be able to do anything." If I ever write a book, this will be on the first page. This post has been written over a long period of time -I started it sometime around Christmas- and in a lot of places: trains of course (there's nothing like rail passes), people's houses, a plane, my bed, a french class, my computer room; in conversations with friends; and in my head while I walk the streets of several towns. I don't like warnings, but I think I have to do this: I warn you. This is over 8000 words. And if you find it would take too long to read, imagine what it took me to write it. I write this post in my head every night in bed. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't. But I never really remember it well enough the next day. I've been on a Sinister Holiday, and I want to tell you the story; but the story is long and I get confused. One of these days I decided to start from the beginning and talk about everything, then I started wondering what was the beginning. Was it when I left Thessaloniki, or when I arrived in Luton? Or maybe when I bought my ticket. Or when I started looking for a ticket. Or when I left Scotland in the summer and I promised myself I'd come back... Sometimes I wonder too much -and I get confused. I have a book that says that the best point to start telling a story is the middle. The middle is a very convenient point; it can be about everywhere. So: Thursday, the 13th of December. The train from Preston stopped at Haymarket before it stopped in Edinburgh, which confused me. As it exited the tunnel between them I took my head out of the door window and looked up, at the buildings and the lights in the cold. They were high, wet and shiny. And looked a bit different from anything else I had known before -different than winter in Greece and also different than they has looked in the summer -the day of the North Berwick picnic, when we were almost aimlessly wandering around Edinburgh. Wow, I said to myself. I'm back. And I remembered what Jeremy had said a few months earlier. A journey is an illusion. For I had spent the previous 22 hours falling asleep -in trains, taxis, a bus and a plane-, and this all brought me from Volos (where Vel had waved goodbye to me) to Edinburgh. I thought it would be hard, it was surprisingly easy. I looked so much like I knew what I was doing that a man asked me for directions in Luton and an old lady decided to follow me when looking for the right platform at Preston. Back. Had I counted the days between the 27th of July and the 13th of December, I would have found them 136. 136 days of dreaming of coming back... and of not doing much else, I have to admit. But it didn't matter anymore, because these days were over -it only took some buses, trains, taxis and a plane, and those days turned into these. And I was *there*. This might be the land of my dreams. Not because it is better than the one I come from. Just because it is what it is. Or maybe just because I dream of it. The train stopped, and I got off and walked across the platform to meet Will, and my Sinister Holiday started. I use the word Holiday just cause Sinister Holiday sounds good, while I find the sound of Sinister Trip awful, though holiday is a word I don't like. Somehow I find holidays too shallow, too silly, I don't like the concept of escaping from your life for a while, going somewhere and having fun just to come back and continue from the point where you left... are two or three weeks on an island what you get for working five or even six days a week for the rest 11 months of the year? People in Greece have this habit of wishing each other a good winter when they come back from their summer holidays, sometime in August usually, when the temperature is still over 30 degrees and the first signs of winter are yet very far away, approximately three months; what they actually mean, and they don't say it without some spite, is 'welcome back to real life'; and it is depressing cause it means that whatever you did on your holidays, it's not 'real life'... When I came back to Greece in August, my mum told me -just as I had expected- 'that's how life is, holidays end sometime', I said 'It wasn't a holiday, it was a trip' and she said -just as I had expected- 'That's how life is, trips end sometime too', she didn't mean she thought it wasn't real, but it did sound like that. I sighed, thought of the months ahead, of the exams, and started to get a bit depressed. Even though I had decided to not let anything get me down. A couple of hours later on that day I caught yet another train, this time to Dundee. I caught *lots* of trains from and to Dundee. But who wouldn't? People say Dundee is awful, ugly and devoid of anything interesting, but I find it cute and it makes me happy in a simple way. And Rachel is there, and Rachel is FAB and very interesting, I can assure you. Especially after a couple of glasses of champagne. For the first few days I didn't take any trains, however some other people (Will and Danny) took trains to come and visit us. So we had something like a party, which Rachel insists on calling 'weekend of educational fun'. We were educated on how to go to the cinema, to the super market, how to cook fachitas, how to make sangria and how to drink it (and other things) and get drunk. And how great Rachel is drunk when she's not quiet at all. I know you don't believe me. You should have been there to see it. You know, we had invited you. But you didn't come. The next day we were too tired of too much education. And of pursuing happiness, I guess. Don't ask me what this means. You asked me to tell you the story, so I'm telling it, but I don't know everything about it. I just know it happened. This weekend was like an introduction to whatever was to come, telling me: things from a distance look more scary than they really are. Just go ahead and do them. So anyway we did nothing but walk Belle and make a mix cd, which very surprisingly isn't crap at all. We decided we should all choose four of our favourite songs, then we took turns to put one each on the cd. We managed to only have two Belle and Sebastian ones on it!! And only one by Hefner! Aren't we great? We are, but there probably are more serious reasons. Anyway. The weekend was over and it was time for me to ride on trains. I went to Edinburg on Monday. Me and Will somehow started talking about food, and he mentioned too many words I didn't know; then he tried to explain them by using some more. So we went to a supermarket ('it's just around the corner' -the corner being 15 minutes walk away) and he pointed at things and repeated the words. Later on we walked halfway across the city (damn hills) to meet princess Honey and Linda in -what Will called- a posh pub. Posh is one of my favourite words now. Anyway it certainly was worth it. Honey is one of the sweetest things in this cold and lonely world. And Linda is real! When I was new to this list I used to think that she didn't exist -that Honey had made her up just so that she could tell us off and stay our beloved mummy at the same time. But she exists; she's very nice and afraid of her mobile phone. They talked about the necessity of having internet in car, then they talked about how this could be possible. And they reassured me that it will happen in a few years. I just watched. However, they (Will and Honey) insist they're not geeks. 'I don't like Star Wars and I'm crap at computer games'. They even have the same excuse! What do you think of the idea to put a webcam on a cat? I got tipsy, then got on a train to Dundee. On Tuesday I went to Aberdeen to meet Lyns. I enjoyed the train journey a lot. Looking out of the window I wrote 'Scotland feels both home and foreign, and I like that'. My mum called me and told me there was one metre of snow in Greece. This has never happened in the last twenty years or more. Honestly. In Aberdeen it was cold but sunny and the sky was blue. Lyns took me to the cafe where she works, then to a computer room at the university, and when we realised we had spent there too long, to her flat. I liked it a lot, along with her cd collection, her living room view and the curry she cooked. After this and even though we wanted to fall asleep on the extremely comfy sofas, we went out in the cold again, and walked to -guess what!- a pub!! We drank cherry beer which comes in a posh (hee-hee) bottle and tastes funny but nice. Lyns knew I was looking for a spare ticket -I had one, but I had promised myself I'd find one for Will. Just to prove that things he considers impossible can happen. And cause I hate it when my friends are miserable. And cause if I did, I'd get to keep his Christmas present. She knew it, but she never thought she might have one. Sitting in the pub, she said, 'I am so disappointed my friend Victoria can't come to the gig...'. I looked at her and asked -without believing in it much, but you always have to try- 'You don't happen to have a spare ticket, do you?'. 'I might do' she said, and called her friend. And told me she does have one. I grinned. Needless to say, I got tipsy; we walked back to the station. I took a train back to Dundee. On Wednesday I went to Glasgow. Matt was waiting for me at the station reading the NME; he was however a bit surprised when I walked up to him. "Do I look that twee?" was the first thing he said. "I tried not to, but I guess I failed". I don't know what twee means. I just have a talent for spotting listees, I made a list of all the Sinisterines I've met; then I counted the ones I have spotted, the ones no one introduced me to but still I knew who they were the first moment I lay my eyes on them. And found them to be 26! I can't really explain this. But if you really ask me about it, I'd say you'd all look slightly different than everyone else in a crowd. Or more than slightly. In a quite similar way. I already feel bad about saying this; please, don't think I am trying to categorise you. It's just the way I see things. Neither of us knew much about Glasgow. Matt took me to a record shop he had spotted, which turned out to be the one Gavin works at. He greeted me as if he had last seen me yesterday, which made me ask 'you remember me don't you'. We looked around for a while -I saw a William it was really nothing 7" and had to tell myself a lot of times that to buy it would be a waste of money. I don't have a record player. I don't have much money. I bought the 3 6 9 seconds of light one to compensate. It was 7.5 times cheaper, I think. Then Matt said I should decide what we would do next. And I thought it would be better to try to do it than try to avoid it. But all I knew about Glasgow was what Richard had showed me in July. So I asked Gav to tell us how to get to the Lighthouse. He drew a map (crap, I still have it) and he gave us directions, which where better, and we found it pretty easily. We climbed to the last floor -the 'viewing platform'- and sat down on the floor -there were no chairs, but I liked it anyway; and looked down at Glasgow as the night was falling. Appropriately, we talked about Sinister, and wanting to move to Glasgow. Or at least I think so. Then I decided we could walk around till we got too cold, so we did. Surprisingly enough our steps led to the 13th Note. It started snowing just as we reached the doorstep. We went in. We talked about Sinister, and wanting to move out of Mobile, Alabama, and Thessaloniki, Greece. And about art. Maybe. And got a phone call from Rachel who had locked herself out of her house. I got tipsy, we walked back to the station -it had stopped snowing, and it was cold, but in a way I liked. It almost always was cold in a way I liked. "You know, the best, or the worst, I don't know, is when we talk to each other with B&S lyrics. Like, I was having this huge fight and Will told me, maybe you're just having a backward relationship. But Will, I said, does such a thing exist, or are we just imagining it? What?! Will said, haven't you heard a century of Elvis?!?!... Um, I have, I said, a bit embarrassed, but I can't hear all the lyrics..." " I love that, I love that, I love that." I got on a train back to Dundee. I don't remember much about this, apart from thinking how Matt renewed my faith in Sinister. I met Rachel at the station, and I told her that. "I guess I should tell him that, I said". You should, she said and nodded. Looking at Glasgow from above I said to myself 'This is Sinister all over again". Cause 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. Stacey said that before she came over and met you, and I don't know if it still is what she believes. Guessing I would say it certainly is partly -but I'll quit guessing and talk about myself. Obviously I say this after I've been over twice, and I still don't really have a clue of how to answer that question. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wonderer at xxx.gr Sun Jan 27 00:43:42 2002 From: wonderer at xxx.gr (Dimitra) Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 02:43:42 +0200 Subject: Sinister: Fw: Part 2: When the band finished playing, they howled out for more Message-ID: <009901c1a6cb$ab9dc520$a1facdd4@d4q2i8> The next day I went back to Glasgow, where I gradually met a lot of people. I bought the ticket from Lyns' friend and gave it to Will, and then we all (Will, Jeremy and Ken, Sarah, Matt, Danny, Lyns and me, in case you're interested) went to -guess what! A pub!! Soon enough there were about 30 sinisterines there; we certainly outnumbered the normal people. And I still wonder what these people thought, when they saw the pub get crowded with odd-looking kids. I am not calling *you* odd -in the two and a half hours I was there, I hugged at least six people, one of which fell asleep on my arms, snogged one, *over* the one that was sleeping, I run around a bit, climbed on the armchairs cause it was the shortest way to get somewhere, ate a lollipop and drunk a tequila slummer -I drunk other things too, but they weren't worth watching. And run around. And probably tickled someone. And that was just me...Later on and after at least five 'get ready we're leaving' false alarms we did leave and get into taxis and got to the QMU. I guess the concert was good -it had been a dream of mine, and I guess the band lived up to that dream. But I'm not sure -cause it was the crowd that didn't, I got pushed about, stepped on and even sworn at. During Alone Again Or, which was my second dream cover, the guy standing next to me was both eating crisps and screaming the lyrics. A girl asked me why I hadn't stayed home since I didn't intend to dance. I can't dance. But I thought Belle and Sebastian fans were supposed to be different. or at least allowed. During the first half of the gig I wanted to run away and cry, and the fact that a dream of mine was coming true there just made it worse. I wished there could be a gig just for Sinister. And that I was right thinking that Sinisterines would never act like this. Sometime during the second part I decided to go upstairs -and dragged Danny with me- which proved to be a good idea. It was less crowded and more quiet, and I stood at the stairs watching them from above as they played Fox In The Snow. I watched some of you too: Will Jeremy and Sarah singing, Ken looking so very happy and talking to a girl -beaming-, Rachel looking excited. I was still sad and worried, in a way I had been feeling so all week, but it was beautiful. Sparkly. After the concert Linda found me. "You're going to Belfast aren't you? Give our tickets to someone". I stared, while thinking of what I could do next. "Do I sell them or just give them?" "Well, if it's a friend you can give them... " So I started jumping about, asking everyone I knew 'do you want to come to Belfast?'. Everyone said no, but it didn't matter much, I was looking for Matt, I had a feeling he would say yes. He was the last one I found, leaning on a railing and smoking. "Matt!! Come to Belfast!! Come with us!!!". "I wish I could, darling" -exhales smoke- "but I don't have a ticket and." I was hoping he'd say that. "Look!! Look what this is!!" -I wave tickets about- "Well... How much would it cost?" -then- "No! Fuck the cost!! How will we get there? Where are can I stay?" A minute later I rushed off shouting "I'll text you the train times" to Matt, "I'll see you on Sunday" to Will and "I'll see you on the 28th" to Danny. Which never really happened. After a while spend upstairs and around -bumping on drunk Sinister people, some of them spying on Belfast Bob, some talking -nonsense- about Stuart Murdoch's hat and architecture, we got thrown out; Ken was the first one -he walked out and wouldn't be let back in-, Rich was the last one. I remember Sweetie shouting "Zozie! This is Stuart Murdoch!"(Don't tell me... You know we do have photos of the band in the third world.) "I'll post to Sinister and say he looks silly!!!". Then shouting "Riiiiichaaard come down you've got guests" then whispering "you can tell when Rich gets drunk, he becomes silly". After all these and a few snogs from Cal, we got in a taxi, got to the centre, got off, and I got told I am Russian; we got chips, then walked the dark streets -uphill, past the Art School, through a park. Rachel and Richard even saw some foxes. I didn't, by the time I understood what they were talking about it was too late. And while walking in the dark I realised that, even though I was drunk and tired and even though I hadn't enjoyed the gig, it all felt right. And that I was smiling. Really smiling, for the first time in a while. Richard's room is lovely. It certainly looks like a scene from a film. Very tidy, a Paul Klee painting on the wall -among other things-, lots of cds and videos and a few books. And a polar bear. And a friend who whistles outside the window! He played us some music, made the aforementioned friend make us tea, and gave me and Rachel his bed and slept on the floor. And woke up four hours later and walked us to the station. The text message to Matt said: 'train leaves 8:00 from Central Station, I'll understand if you change your mind, I'll be glad if you don't'. The reply said 'Belle and Sebastian again? I don't think I have a choice!". So when we got to the station, Matt was already there. So there we are, a few hours later outside the station at Troon, waiting for the bus: me, freezing and wondering what else am I going to do for a band, and why I like travelling, and why I like crazy things; Matt, freezing, smoking, and telling us his body is about to tell him 'you care more about the fucking band than you care about me!'; and Rachel, freezing and getting excited. Maybe in ten years I'll remember this and point at it using it to explain the state each of us will be in. The bus came, we got in. Still cold and sleepy. "Matt, why are we here?" "Cause we're fucking psychopaths!" The next thing I know is Stevie Jackson stepping in, guitar on arm, looking around slightly puzzled, then smiling. Matt reached to take his badge out while me and Rachel giggled, and one of the girls that played the violin came and sat in front of us. We went silent. Then Matt asked: "So, what do you think about football?" . "Ummmm. Not much." "What do you think about baseball then?" I hope we didn't annoy them. Not by talking about baseball, by staring and giggling. We never talked to them. I didn't want them to feel stalked, plus probably I couldn't think of anything to say. I did hope they would say hi -it was quite obvious that we were fans. They never did. I hope they didn 't feel stalked. As Rachel said, 'being in the same ferry with a band is good too'. Feeling seasick and telling stories while watching the heroes of our story doing ordinary things: going to the toilet and sleeping and reading newspapers and looking at photos. I hope we didn't make them feel bad or anything. We were just a bit interested . Arriving in Belfast was cold, very cold. I never really saw Belfast. I remember seeing a rainbow there though. When we got to the B&B we were dying of tiredness, however, we didn't sleep. I lied on a bed as soon as we got in the room; Rachel looked around. I like it here, she said, it's as it's supposed to be. Then she looked out of the window -it looks more like England than it looks like Scotland. Looking out of the window she saw a man knocking the door of the house that was opposite. And a man in the house walking towards the door to answer it. And got excited, and decide to spy on them and tell stories about them. 'When I told you in Barcelona that sleep deprivation has the same effect as alcohol, you didn't believe me!!' I complained. "Oh no I did." she said, and started telling stories about Barcelona too. I giggled. She stopped and said "Maybe I'm shy because I'm crazy -cause most people don't understand me when I talk. And I don't understand most people"; then went on saying things. I giggled more, "I'm quite sure you're mad because you're crazy". And it's one of the best things I've ever heard. But look -even Auntsadie knows. "Sunnyset is out of her tree", she says. Isn't it lovely? Later on, we're walking towards the venue; Rachel wants to find it, I want to go to the Sinister meet-up but don't remember where it is; I am almost complaining. But I discover I am too happy to complain, so I say 'oh let's go. maybe they'll be soundchecking'. Without taking myself too seriously, but you always have to try. We go in, are told to come back at half past eight. but I hear something, I walk towards the stairs to discover it is My Wondering Days Are Over. Nobody's looking, so I go down, turn right, look through the doors... and there they are. Once more. I sit silently in a corner, and nobody tells me to leave. If anyone who could have told me to is reading this, thanks. Standing out in the cold again. Talking nonsense once more. "Matt, wake up", Rachel says, "Where are we? We're in Belfast! Get excited!" . I jump in: "Matt, why are we here?" "Cause we're not old enough to have common sense!" "Will we ever be that old?!! " "Hopefully not!" I sold the second one of Linda's tickets for a smelly 20 pound Irish note. Really smelly. I still owe them a present. Writing all this is quite hard. These things seem to have happened ages ago -I guess that the 21st of December was indeed ages ago; and I'd rather tell you about my afternoon by the sea today. About the sun and the three boys sat around me talking about their future, and how they made me use the word faith all the time. Though only in my head. Anyway -I won't talk about the Belfast gig or about us hanging around afterwards though we were dying of tiredness. I sang a dEUS song, Matt sang a Strokes one, Rachel tried to make us dance, then we realised we were too tired and walked back to the B&B. From that point not many things happened apart from travelling back to Dundee, being tired and cold, and talking nonsense about Stuart's car, dog, cat and rat. And not being able to remember who Mike Love is. And saying goodbye to Matt in the station. And getting back to Dundee and freezing to death. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wonderer at xxx.gr Sun Jan 27 00:45:36 2002 From: wonderer at xxx.gr (Dimitra) Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 02:45:36 +0200 Subject: Sinister: Part 3: I guess they'll never understand what we did on our holiday Message-ID: <00a001c1a6cb$efcf59c0$a1facdd4@d4q2i8> This having to narrate things is hard. it confuses me greatly. The reason I' m doing it.. The reason I'm telling you all this. I met Will in Edinburgh on Sunday as I had promised, and we took some trains -Edinburgh, Doncaster, Grimsby Town. The names of the railway stations fascinate me, even though usually they are just the name of the town/city. I make lists of the stations I've been to in my head. It's something like trying to remember the tracklist of all the Belle and Sebastian albums. In my head also I recite the story of the sleeve of If You 're Feeling Sinister. Once I did so out loud too. And sometimes I even recite posts. Even though I usually only read them once. On the train down to England I caught myself writing: "I don't mind trains. It evens out. I like riding on them. I don't like having them pass. Someone said it's the saddest sound." The days with Will were much more quiet than the ones before them, but actually that was a good thing. And they were sweet. And something I'll have with me for a long time, and something that makes me happy. We went to a Chinese restaurant with his parents after they picked us up from the station; we had both been nervous and a bit scared of me meeting them, but it turned out to be fine. Once more, I said to myself: things are never as scary as they seem from a distance. We went shopping in Grimsby, and to a dinner party where I met his school friends. We had decided to try and not talk about Sinister too much, but it wasn't of much use, someone asked 'so how did you two meet?', just after someone had mentioned the word Internet. Later on we went into town, and if you remember reading Will's Christmas 2000 post, you'll know what happened. Will tried to go with the group who would meet Amy (a girl he used to be in love and exchange letters with) but he tried not to make it obvious. Which means he made it quite obvious. Which was funny cause nobody cared much anyway. I sat back in the loud and hot pub, where as he said 'we looked like Sinister people, and stacked out' -which just reminded me of being in Greece- and I watched him talk with that girl and be happy. I watched her too, her eyes shining and her smile. And it was all so much like that post -I wasn't on the list on December 2000 but I had read it. And thinking of it now, it makes me think of how, when I was little, I used to make stories in my head in bed; stories figuring me and children from the books I read or the things I saw on television; how I always wanted to jump in the books and actually meet them. And how much what is happening now is like that. We had what he called 'a Sinister Christmas' -what made it Sinister being listening to Camera Obscura and talking to and about some of you. We stayed inside. On the second day of Christmas we walked around the village. On the third one, we went further away. We went to the beach, where, to my surprise, the sea was brown. We played with his dad's digital camera, me taking pictures of the beach and Will taking pictures of me. I remember the bus ride back: we were sat on the upper deck of the bus, on the first row of sits; it was raining, there was water on the windscreen which made shapes blur, so all you could see was colours. When we came back we made badges, some of which are already famous. Some others have sheep on them. On the fourth day we went to Sheffield and me John Jennings, who probably thought we were mad. But it's okay cause we are mad, and he seemed to be having a nice time anyway. We wandered aimlessly around, text messaged a few people to make them feel jealous or guilty for not coming, only to get replies like 'why are you in Sheffield?'. It was cold, windy and sunny in a bright way. We walked around a bit more, had lunch, visited some galleries, walked aimlessly around, and then decided to take the tram to the shopping centre and back. Decided means we all said 'I don't mind either way' and seeing as we couldn't think what that other way would be, we took the tram. Then we walked around aimlessly -sorry, to the station. John's train was the only one of the um 20 trains that were leaving at that time not to be late. Ours wasn't one of them. The next day, having run out of Christmas, and patience probably, and things to do in and around Grimsby, we caught some more trains. Doncaster, where we waited for an hour and a half in the freezing cold, but once again, it was bright. There was some snow on the railtracks and our train was extremely late. We bounced around to keep warm, and Will explained to me things about train signals. We got to Edinburgh, rushed to his flat, dropped our stuff, fed the cat, and run back to the station to catch a train to Glasgow. As we were running, we heard a big noise, and I looked up, and saw the biggest firework I've ever see through the stations glass roof. In Glasgow we went bowling with Kirsten, Calumn and Richard. Richard drove everyone back to the centre, after a while of driving around trying to find the motorway entrance or something like that, while all three Jamie, Will and Richard giggled and tried to read signs. We were listening to the Magnetic Fields. I mention this cause I've been in three listee's cars this time, and two of them were playing the Magnetic Fields. Does that mean something? We took a train back to Edinburgh, where we spend the next day wandering around almost aimlessly. We went to a photography exhibition and we bought presents for some people on the list. And we concluded the world is unfair: we wanted to go on the snow-slide, but we weren't allowed. We were too old. I got a train back to Dundee. On the last day of the year we took some more trains -Will from Edinburgh, me and Rachel from Dundee, cause we had decided to see Beanz DJ. We arrived in Glasgow quite early, so we had to wander around aimlessly. I almost sulked, but then I decided not to. And it was a good decision. Rachel had the phenomenally irrational idea to take the underground and go to the Tap, the pub were we had had the pre-gig meet up. I thought it was crazy to take the underground to somewhere we didn't know if it was open, but we did anyway. And it was a good thing to do. We got tipsy, on the way back to the underground station, the one after Hillhead, but whose name I don't remember (Will says: Kelvinhall); I remember walking in the darkness and talking and making them giggle, but I don't remember what I was saying. I remember saying the Greek alphabet is better looking even though you can't really write letters joint, but that was while waiting at the station. We got the underground back to the centre, and it was still early, so we wandered around more. We got chips and walked down by the river, and excited I remembered it was the exact spot I had lied down on in July. We looked at the river float and I thought it was already 2002 in Greece, at times like these time zones seem weird. I tried to call my mum but it didn't work -not that I minded. Then we walked on a river bridge, looked at the trains go by on the next one -where trains running at 10:30 of the 31st December?- and took some photos. We also tried to call John. This didn't work either, and I minded a bit. But then. as I looked around at the city, frozen and shining in the dark, I suddenly realised that, where I anywhere else, that was the place I would be wishing I where. For a while, that thought was overwhelming, it made me ecstatically happy. We walked to the 13th Note Café just to wave to Cal. The girl that was with him and Will seemed to have the same idea: they both kissed the glass at the same spot, on of them on the inside, one on the outside. It looked as if they had decided on it before! Anyway. We didn't like the music Beanz played -at least I didn't- so we sat upstairs listening to some other people DJ. But the music was a bit too loud and Rachel and Will were fairly shy and nervous, and we didn't talk much. So Rachel decided we should take turn to say stories. So New Year found me, glass in raised hand, telling the story of how I got together with my ex boyfriend. I think the music stopped and everyone clapped and cheered; I paused; we decided to go downstairs for a while. Downstairs we found Cal, whom we hugged -then we hugged each other too. Then we went back upstairs, but I think I forgot to finish the story, and I did so much later in an all-night-café. But maybe I'm confusing the stories I told. Anyway does that mean that I'll be telling stories all the year? Cause I think I'd like that. The next few days were quiet again. Me and Rachel stayed in Dundee and had fun. We once drunk champagne in the morning; a boy had brought it: sometimes boys have good ideas! We watched a few films, Gregory's girl being one of them, and I fell over giggling when she told me that Gregory is the perfect boy: he's happy, and has a good imagination. But thinking about it, she's right. We went out for a meal with Rachel's last money -she had lost her card- and on the way back, looking at the pavement, we were saying how Dundee might not be as shiny as Glasgow, but it wasn't half bad. And how being together was great. And that I'll move. And how we'll always travel to crazy places to see Belle and Sebastian. And how we'll cry the day they split up -'Well, you will", I said. "But you shouldn't. Stevie will make a band, and Stuart will write a book". "Yes, she said, Stuart should write a book". Then we looked at each other cause we know it's funny to talk about other people's lives like that. And probably not right. But we know we don't mean it really. And I hope they do too. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From feather_boa at xxx.com Sun Jan 27 00:42:49 2002 From: feather_boa at xxx.com (Feather Boa) Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 00:42:49 +0000 Subject: Sinister: nigella lawson and physical theatre Message-ID: hey hey kids. it's been a while. well, it's past my second siniversary, so i figured i should post and say hello, i'm still around. 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.... my band (ladybird ladybird featuring me, stuart h, mummy i grazed me knee and chris c, a lurker) played battle of the bands yesterday (i just spelt battle wrong and stuart h laughed at me), but we didn't get through, despite the presence of Gina and Sam Walton at the gig. *and* we played llpj, but there you go. also i went all jenowl, because the compere announced us as the tweest band in york, and he said that we wouldn't hurt a fly, and then after the first song, i said that i "have actually hurted flies before". oh well. go to http://ury.york.ac.uk/events/2002/bob2002/index.php and hopefully you should be able to hear us at some point. flight 19 is mr stuart h's band, (also featuring jonny who is another lurker), and they're on there. i had a strange dream last night about nigella lawson (she went to my secondary school, along with sophie ellis-hamster and kate beckinsale) teaching a course about food as theatre at shared experience (leading physical theatre company, i used to be in the youth theatre), and i was doing all this acrobatics, and when i woke up, my shoulder hurt like fuck. and actually still does). i'm sure i had more important things to say to you kids (that's not an insult, promise). pip pip, FB 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 feather_boa at xxx.com Sun Jan 27 00:42:49 2002 From: feather_boa at xxx.com (Feather Boa) Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 00:42:49 +0000 Subject: Sinister: nigella lawson and physical theatre Message-ID: hey hey kids. it's been a while. well, it's past my second siniversary, so i figured i should post and say hello, i'm still around. 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.... my band (ladybird ladybird featuring me, stuart h, mummy i grazed me knee and chris c, a lurker) played battle of the bands yesterday (i just spelt battle wrong and stuart h laughed at me), but we didn't get through, despite the presence of Gina and Sam Walton at the gig. *and* we played llpj, but there you go. also i went all jenowl, because the compere announced us as the tweest band in york, and he said that we wouldn't hurt a fly, and then after the first song, i said that i "have actually hurted flies before". oh well. go to http://ury.york.ac.uk/events/2002/bob2002/index.php and hopefully you should be able to hear us at some point. flight 19 is mr stuart h's band, (also featuring jonny who is another lurker), and they're on there. i had a strange dream last night about nigella lawson (she went to my secondary school, along with sophie ellis-hamster and kate beckinsale) teaching a course about food as theatre at shared experience (leading physical theatre company, i used to be in the youth theatre), and i was doing all this acrobatics, and when i woke up, my shoulder hurt like fuck. and actually still does). i'm sure i had more important things to say to you kids (that's not an insult, promise). pip pip, FB 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 wonderer at xxx.gr Sun Jan 27 00:48:34 2002 From: wonderer at xxx.gr (Dimitra) Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 02:48:34 +0200 Subject: Sinister: Part 4: People in Sinister have a world that's just that little bit.. sparklier... Message-ID: <00a701c1a6cc$5a35d0a0$a1facdd4@d4q2i8> Then on Friday, the 4th of January, I woke up at 6:51. I left Rachel's house at a quarter past eight. I closed the door and looked up, above the firth and the bridge, to find there were bright orange and pink clouds. Wow, I said to myself. In Greece the sun rises early, and anyway it's never as spectacular as that. Then I looked at the street -*left*, as I am supposed to do over there. But it's hard, it took me twenty years to learn to look right first, like you are supposed to do here, and now I have to do it the other way round. Anyway I looked at the right direction and saw the bus coming, and so I started running, and I never saw that sunrise again. I tried to, but there where buildings between us, and then when the train left the station it was surrounded by thick fog. Out of which it only got hours later, somewhere north of Perth, I realised it was sunny, the light reflecting on the snow covered slops with sheep. Sheep in the snow, I thought to myself and giggled. Half an hour before the train got to Inverness I realised what was happening to me, and I got very excited. I couldn't concentrate on my book and was grinning like a fool. Welcome to the Highlands, said John. This is Inverness. It's like everywhere else, only much smaller. Inverness is small indeed, in the six and a half hours I was there we walked past everything at least three times. It was another bright sunny day -while in Greece it was still snowing, in the South this time. We had a picnic by the river, the grass was green and the sky was blue beyond compare. I sang a song that says 'the sky is green, the grass is blue, I'm pretty normal, just like you'; John stretched out his left arm and said 'this is Johnsheepland'. Johnsheepland is the most sweet, magical and safe place in my world. If I had three wishes, one of them would certainly be to have a secret door that led to Inverness, so that I could sometimes sneak in and then out and John would catch a bus from Dingwall and come to meet me. And we could hide on the steps that lead to the river, somewhere between the town and the water, and look at it float. I cried a bit on the train back home. To Dundee, I mean, but by then Dundee was home. People also think that what happens through the internet is not real life either... 'But then you take a plane to find it to be more real than anything' I told a boy once, and I think he nodded in agreement. I don't know though, I wasn't there. I have been wondering, and I asked Will, when will there be books about people like us, people who meet on a mailing list and travel halfway round the world -some of us do that, though I only had to travel to the opposite edge of the continent, and it's not even a big one- to actually meet, and discover that... do I have words for what I discovered? Maybe, but certainly not words that can finish that sentence. I asked Will, then I answered it myself, 'when we grow up and write them, I guess...'. He probably nodded in agreement, it was dark, I don't know. I digress, and I am confusing myself. I wanted to say, what I did wasn't a holiday, cause it was as real as something can get -as real as anything has ever got. I just went over there to spend a month of my life. And it was wonderful. People say things can never be as good as you imagine them to be, but I found out they can be better. What's next. I spent Saturday in Edinburgh, walking around with Will as usual, and Sunday in Glasgow. Seven hours in the 13th Note Café, with a half hour food break. And it was cold. Cafés are never cold where I come from! That day was cloudy, I could see it out of the window. I could also see some guys with guitars crossing the street. 'I bet these guys are in a band', Sweetie said. A few hours later when the same guys walked in, Richard pointed at one of them: that's my ex flatmate, he owes three months rent. I got a bit more tipsy than usual so that I wouldn't realise I'm leaving and get sad about it, it almost worked. I caught a train back to Dundee. Monday was spent packing and reading and drinking wine with Rachel. In between came thoughts of 'fuck, I'm leaving'. I had got used to being there. On Thursday morning I took some more trains: Dundee, Edinburgh, change at Manchester Piccadilly -running from the one platform to the other. After 7 hours I got in Milton Keynes and met Ken who looked impeccable in a suit. We rushed to his house -'my car is making funny noises, but don't worry', and some more Magnetic Fields- then to another station -'it's closer to my house and to London'- and got another train to London. Then got the underground. By that time I was saying that much as I love trains I don't want to be in one again. For a while. We met Madeleine, Sir David, Stevie Trousers, Jeremy and Marianna in a pub. It was fun, it really was. I lured Maddie back to Milton Keynes with us. Another train ride. This one took an hour and a half. On that day, I was in trains for ten hours. When we got back -and went on #sinister- Ken sang she's loosing it for us; till the 'she keeps the neighbours up all night' line -'actually', he said, 'that's a point, the neighbours have complained about the noise'. And he has a lovely book with a great story on his bedroom floor, he should call you all and read it to you. Not just to Llaura. The next day I took a taxi, a bus, then a plane, and I found myself back in Greece. So I found myself in a different timezone. The language was familiar, as familiar as something can get. There were signs of the new currency everywhere, which felt a bit weird. I took a taxi and the driver said 'If there's snow I stop'. Oh what a feeling to be back. And very soon I remembered something Stacey had said after flying back from London: 'I have been in Greece less than an hour and already a cab driver is trying to rip me off'. I tried not to get sad by stuff like that, and it worked. I found everything funny. Having been back for 30 minutes or something -which means it was half eight, I received a phonecall from a friend who wants to meet me at 11. I'm tired and that of course, and an hour away from the center; but I had this idea that I'd manage to see almost all my friends in ten days, no matter how spread out across the continent they live, so I said yes. Athens was cold, though not that much, and there was indeed snow in some places. And I was so tired it felt like a dream. I sat on the floor of a bar, near the door, and tried not to talk too much about how great it was, cause my friend is in the navy and I didn't want to make him too jealous. And cause, even though he believes me, it feels like he doesn't. When we said goodbye I walked away saying to myself 'all this sadness, all this sadness. how do you expect your life to get better if you don't smile.". See, for the past month I had been with smiling people. But my non-Sinister friend was just a brief interval. The next day I met up with Stacey and we took a bus to Volos. The bus ride from Athens to Volos took five and a half hours, instead of four and a half. The bus had to go slower than usual cause something was wrong with the engine. Also, just before we reached Volos, we were stuck behind a truck that was stuck behind a police car that went very slowly -a man was walking next to it and he didn't have to run. Me and Stacey interpreted this as a sign saying 'Stacey don't go to Bulgaria'. And I think we were proved right. The next day was the 11th of January and a Friday, and almost a month after the day I arrived in Edinburgh. I woke up in Vel's house- me, Stacey Dahling and Paul Field. Stacey cooked as breakfast and we sat eating it, staring at the mess that the living was. The radiator leaked, and the wall-to-wall carpet was *wet*, it went *pling* when you walked on it. Paul had inflated lots of balloons for Vel's birthday, and even though we had been jumping on them the previous night lots had survived and lied in the middle of the floor, on the wet carpet. The carpet also had big chocolate stains, cause Vel had started throwing pieces of birthday cake on us. It was *fun*. Paul thought we should try and clean the room up, and I had the useful though crazy idea that we should remove the carpet. And so we did, we spent the afternoon moving furniture and stuff -lots of it- around and gradually removing the carpet, and cleaning as we went along. This was fun too. Honestly. At some point I sat down and looked out of the window and thought of John, who naturally was at school on a Friday afternoon, and I remembered when I was still in school, how it made me suffer that I had to be at the same place every day, and how it made me dream of all the different things people where doing out there in the city, and how one day I could do different things every day too. And I felt great I was doing something creative and useful and fun -I thought that we could have just decided not to bother and we would be sitting drinking coffee and being bored maybe? And at the same time it made me think I certainly haven't been doing enough. I was too happy to feel guilty, I just resolved to do more. The next time I moan to you about being bored and finding my life uncreative, on #sinister or anywhere else, remind me of this please. So that evening Vel took us out -again: the previous night we went to a bar, where there was the four of us, Aris (a very sweet friend of Vel's), the dj, the waitress and another bloke; and since B&S fans outnumbered the non-B&S fans (6-2), we listened to a lot of B&S and sang along. And some people danced about a bit. Anyway on that night, which happened to be the last of Paul's holiday, and of mine too, we went to a Mexican restaurant and Vel bought us cocktails. I guess we were quite drunk by the time we decided to walk back. They were more drunk than me, I think. That's not what prevented me from singing along with them, it was the fact that they were singing songs I didn't know. I think one of them was by the Sex Pistols though. As we walked by the new hospital building -I wonder if it is used, it looked completely empty- Vel pointed at the fire escape and said 'that's where we're going!'. And so we did. It looked weird and it felt weird too, it made me a bit dizzy, but I convinced myself it was safe and I kept climbing up, Paul in front of me, Stacey and Vel behind me. Paul was the first one to reach the top. He looked at the mountain opposite -it looks a bit weird: it' s not very high, but it's too near the city, and there are two, maybe three villages on it, of which the lights you can see hanging above the city. As we ascended, the lights got a bit closer, but not a lot. It's beautiful, Paul said, and I replied something -stupid- like I'm not impressed. All I meant to say was it looked familiar, and I tried to remember why. It took me a second: I used to live in that city. And I knew a girl who lived in a flat on a rooftop quite near. It couldn't not be near anyway, Volos is small. Which reminded me of how I felt then, in the spring of '99, when I discovered Belle and Sebastian. I thought of all the things I did then; then, I counted the cities I had been in the previous week: Inverness on Friday, Edinburgh on Saturday, Glasgow on Sunday, Dundee on Monday, London (and Milton Keynes) on Tuesday, Athens on Wednesday and Volos on Tuesday. Wow, I said to myself. The world is so much bigger than I thought it was. Than we thought it was. I felt thrilled. And I looked up; I saw some stars, Volos is small and therefore doesn't have many lights, and between them and us a crane, right above our heads. And then I remembered a line from a book; it said something like 'and then the world got bigger, it was almost as big as it ought to be'. When I had first read it -when I lived in Volos- I hadn' t understood it. I wondered to myself, isn't the world *scary* cause it's big? But them I suddenly knew. And suddenly I could give a name to what I had been feeling for the last three years or so -the word sounds stupid or an exaggeration or something, but I was feeling claustrophobic. Now, the world is almost as big as it should be. Cause for the past month, the world was getting bigger. It has been getting bigger ever since I left school, but it generally happened slowly, and it never was enough. But now I can say the world is almost as big as it should be. The next day was a Saturday, and one of those days that, were you here, would make you think it's spring all year round in Greece. Me Stacey and Paul got on a taxi back to Thessaloniki -posh! The idea, but not the taxi itself: it broke down and Paul missed his flight. Soon enough though he had another one -'I'm only doing this for you', the girl at the airline thing said, and from that point on we decided to stop frowning and smile kindly at her. It must have looked funny, three odd-looking kids, tired and panicky, luggage spread all around them, smiling kindly to an air-stewardess. We waved Paul off, then my parents and my dog came to meet us at the airport. We went at the station, Stacey and me. 'There are buses to Bulgaria at 10 pm every night', the man said, 'but not tonight that it's a Saturday'. So we bought a ticket for the next morning and went back to my flat. I was feeling tired, but useful and successful, and it was great. We watched the Virgin Suicides and went to bed quite early. Stacey woke me up six hours later to say goodbye, we hugged, and I went back to sleep. I woke up another six hours later to find a text from Stacey -'of all the fucking fuck. I got deported' or something like that- and my cousins in the next room. and the sparkly world of my Sinister Holiday dissolved into the real. But not entirely, you know. Can I paste a paragraph from another post? I have written 9.086 words, I'm sure it is enough more! Desmond Tropey said: "I couldn't think of a weirder situation than a group of complete strangers meeting up in a park to drink ribena with nothing in common except a band that they like...that's perfectly normal in sinisterland though and that's what's so great about it.. It's the real world.. but not quite.. people in sinister have a world that's just that little bit.. sparklier.." Phew!! I've said so much!! As someone said, 'I'm not fucking twee!!!', but you're making the world a better place. Keep up the good work, and keep the faith, And love, and sparkles, Dimitra +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From bellezc at xxx.com Sun Jan 27 01:52:22 2002 From: bellezc at xxx.com (Zoe's Mail) Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 01:52:22 GMT Subject: Sinister: Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 01:52:01 -0000 Message-ID: I had started to write an email about sinister and its elitist nature. I want to be a part of this but it seems I cannot afford to. I mean, where do you guys find all that money to travel about the place and meet? I can barely live on my money. I am publicly saying to Vel that I am sorry for losing each other;it hurts. Didn't want this to happen. Hope to hear more from you. Stacey, it was great meeting you, hope things will work out for you in the end. Hope to meet again, can't come to London, no money. George, you are great, glad you are in London. The rest of you, it's a pitty I can't meet you and it makes me sad. It's been great here, I don't want to unsubscribe 'cos it hurts. I won't unsubscribe but I think I'll just not pay attention. 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? Cheers Zoe +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sun Jan 27 02:54:05 2002 From: Histrianic at xxx.com (Histrianic at xxx.com) Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 21:54:05 EST Subject: Sinister: under sixty and still searching Message-ID: another ULA from yours truly: This week on my radio show (which I had to switch to "Indie Boys Are Neurotic" from "Smut" because of trustees with rubber plugs), I will only play songs under 60 seconds. If any of you knowledgeable, lovely and overall PERFECT listees know any that are good, please do let me know. Thanks. cheers s P.S. (content coming up..) does belle and sebastian have any songs under a minute??? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From bellezc at xxx.com Sun Jan 27 14:56:32 2002 From: bellezc at xxx.com (Zoe's Mail) Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 14:56:32 GMT Subject: Sinister: Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 14:05:49 -0000 Message-ID: hi all..please ignore my post.. i was really sad and i didn't want to hurt anybody ..just ignore it... please thanks zoe +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sun Jan 27 16:21:16 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 16:21:16 Subject: Sinister: The greatest post to sinister ever? Message-ID: Good afternoon, Sinister. I'm not a lurker. I'm not lurker. "Keep telling yourself you're not a lurker, It'll happen soon"... I think this is now the fourth time I've posted immediately after an Arsenal-Liverpool match, but I'm not going to say much about that except this: YAY!! +++++"Belle and Sebastian... on the radio..."+++++ I thought they were pretty fab, and I have two things to say: 1. B&S: are the new Blur. Yep, that's right, all their songs halve in length when they play them live. 2. In August I reported back that Wandering Alone sounded like the Mavericks, and now everybody can agree with. But despite it being a bit shit, it's damn infectious... But I didn't really write to say that either. I wrote to say that I thought Will's post was the most poignant, touching, incredibly heart-felt post I've read on Sinister, ever. And I mean that. I can't think of another post which has made me stop in my tracks like that. So eloquently put, and such a fucking bold statement. I have a friend who recently told us all that he was transsexual, and so although I can't imagine what Will's going through, I've seen a similar situation before. But yeah, basically I was bowled over by the post. And that's about it. I'm not a lurker, I'm not a lurker, I'm not a lurker... love 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 _________________________________________________________________ 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 idleberry at xxx.com Sun Jan 27 21:03:21 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 13:03:21 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: its my life... Message-ID: <20020127210321.82864.qmail@web14605.mail.yahoo.com> hello there, Its been a while for me, a while since my last post. I can't remember exactly when it was, but I remember how it felt. You know, sometimes, it just felt like I couldn't stop talking. And well, I couldn't. But then I went into this quiet zone, this moment of quietness. And now I'm trying to crack back out of it. A few things been going on in my little world. Boyfriend was given an electric accoustic guitar for christmas by me. Boyfriend gave me a minidisk player. Been busy writing as well. My story. I've finished the first nook of stuff.. a notebook of writing. I need to finish the second then I can start working on it more, when I know what it is about. I had an idea for it yesterday, when me and Mark were sitting in a queue of traffic, driving along Maryhill Road, around lunchtime, in the rain, and listening to music. I was just being quiet, but having a moment of thought. I like those moments. I get good stuff out of them. It was a tragic piece as well, and I'm trying to think how to incorporate it into the story. Theres no sex. In my story, I mean. I refuse to incorporate sex into it. I'd rather make it interesting in other ways than through smutty gratification. I'd rather leave the sex/relationships/handsome 21st century prince sweeping girls off their feet to Bridget Jones style novels. My heroine doesn't need a 21st century prince, she only needs her guitar. And her record player. I've been really busy with work.. I've been sleeping pretty eratically recently, on the grounds that I've been working lots. I come home, and fall asleep in the evening. I haven't watched Eastenders for three weeks. Then I go to work the next morning. But I don't mind. Not yet at least. And at work, I've not had the chances to get away with writing to you as often as I used to. I hope you can forgive me, but I have been busy. Hmm. I'd better go now, I think I need a walk. Love, Idles. (sorry this was "hey, heres my life.." but I couldn't think of anything more interesting to talk about apart from me. ) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Great stuff seeking new owners in 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 r_gillanders at xxx.com Sun Jan 27 23:33:03 2002 From: r_gillanders at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Richard=20Gillanders?=) Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 23:33:03 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: dad fetch it. Message-ID: <20020127233303.23964.qmail@web13801.mail.yahoo.com> idleberry just said: "(sorry this was "hey, heres my life.." but I couldn't think of anything more interesting to talk about apart from me. )" I know how. how it. is. heer gowz. ... I said to someone recently. about how I'm not actually as self-absorbed as I may APPEAR. seem, yeah. I mean. I don't, like, think: everything is about me. I don't. but that I DO kinda think: why ISN'T IT? y'know. they seemed to like it too. as if they knew what it was for meaning. another someone suggested I be gay. perhaps if they had a proper argument. I wouldn't mind one for a change. those packets of sweets named 'revels'. or the sweets themselves. probably. I always thought they were called 'reveals'. since. they were different [weren't they?] different things but that looked the same, were the same [hum?] 'til you had bited them and what they were was REVEALED? I've never had any revels. that's off topic a little. but I've never had one of those either. well. why 'revels'? are they really that good? revelations: not always to be revelled in. <-an opinion I have. dimitra's lots of posts. I liked them. she said some nice things. some about me too. I was bound to like. but perhaps a few too many? don't you think? you know I think you do. but I don't know what you think. I don't know I'd like to. or I don't know; I'd like to. I was going to have part of one of those posts here as a quotation and be making a remark or two on it. one of the bits I liked the most. but I forgot what it was and I can’t find it now. and I've looked too. I like them though. she did well. and I am glad she reminded me I saw a fox. I read it and thought she'd got confused. as I do. as she does. well. as I do. then I remembered. real remembering. something I'm not entirely familiar with. not that I can recall. I can't. yeah. that fox. the fox in the middle of the road. its eyes all for reflection. just watching. me stumble onto a pavement. and then it darting under a datsun. I went to that, like, cool national pop league arrangement on friday. it was fun. like it should be. was complimented on a 'combination' I had. I thanked, of course; I'm polite & shit. I can see this isn't as it used to be. I wonder if. if I did this no. well. someone told me that it’s best not to write long paragraphs here because it means people are less likely to read. the whole thing. I'm all for adapting myself or my things to be more accessible to all. YERRIGHT. I told them I'd do something sometime that was without stops. and they said fine. but short paragraphs. to tell the truth: I was hanging back so as to have someone else to copy; it’s easier that way. but it seems they might be hanging back too. submission. as the last. at last. there's nothing else—submit. this is how it is in my thought. I think I may have confused it. enough. I fail to submit. doing myself damage. making things not as good as they might be. making things more difficulter. eventually. or immediately. I don't ever seem to do any work. I should be doing work now. I should have been doing work for the last few weeks. or the last twenty years. I'm not sure I've ever done work ever. worked. but I usually end up with work. that is done. but not as a result of any actual doing. my. but because time has just been allowed to pass. I wonder if this isn't unheard of. I can’t imagine it is. work that happens not due to work happening but due to time. passing. is how it seems. is. I hope to be going to the czech republic next month [if nothing else, this is notification for ailsa]. I'll be allowed to go. if I do a lot of work in the next week. a week isn't a long time. really. unless you're somewhere else. butBLAHBLAHBLAHwork must be done. if I'm to go. models and essays. real models in this case. and crap dessaubahaus and architecturetuition fact and opinion recorded. hum. so I haf to rite about theez even tho it isnt liyk itll lern me enything. it mite akchooly stop sum lerning. & shit. as a girl I don’t even know once said 'you know what I hate? writing. no, what I really hate is reading. but if there’s one thing I hate more than that it's having to read something and then write about it.'. wisdom. I'm a born complainer. and what I really want to be is a borne complainer. in ALL SENSES. or, at least, all of mine. yeah. the national pop league was good. I woke late afternoon. didn't eat for the rest of the daytime. did drink for the rest of the nighttime. I get thirsty. and celebrities. not real ones. ones that are there in my head and in the heads of a couple of others. that you see around. ones that, if they're not looking, you can point at and they may as well be famous. plus others. people will move to glasgow. lots too. juicy lucy [although I'd never really call her that really], the velocity, the dahling, the gingerfox, the passer-by. others too. by some accounts. I could get excited. zoe's mail: I offer only words of support. I hope they help. I could make mention of 'the big lebowski' and of friendtest.com. alas my delayment makes me out of time. as usual. so I won’t. any more. I'm all done. it's obvious. BUZZBUZZBUZZBUZZ love, richard. __________________________________________________ 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 glitch550 at xxx.com Mon Jan 28 08:22:07 2002 From: glitch550 at xxx.com (jeff has arrived) Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 00:22:07 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: come out on the street and dance with me In-Reply-To: <20020127210321.82864.qmail@web14605.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20020128082207.48079.qmail@web12807.mail.yahoo.com> i'll tell you what i saw...i saw about the 20th hour of my playlist ticking away. it's 2:56 am. i can't sleep. i don't know what my problem is lately. i just can't fall asleep. i mean i get tired, i lay down, but my eyes they just won't shut. i stay up thinking of countless things that end up being a lost cause anyway because when i wake up in the morning i can't remember any of it and even if i did it probably would make any sense and even if it did i wouldn't appriciate the late night state of meditation i was in the previous night. so here i sit with my winamp churning out hour upon hour of melodys that took months to create and months to produce and approximately 3:45 minutes for me to listen to. kind of makes people appriciate music more when a person would think about it like that i mean artists pour months of their lives into an album and then people sit and listen to it or read a book for an hour and say "hey that was some hip fuckin shit right there." but that's it. i want to go up to an artist and say "thanks for your life and kicking some serious ass." that would be pretty dope if you ask me. jack kerouac comes to mind. i'd just like to walk up and be like, you kicked my ass and fucked with my head...i appriciate it. i wish i had more time to read this list more often. i am so busy with school and buying books and eating and downloading and waiting in lines to buy books for classes and then waiting for books to come to the book store that you need to do an assignment and don't come in until the day before because up to that point things had just been going to well, i mean come on. my girlfriend moved into my dorm building my classes are beyond fantastic. only negatives are neck pain and trying to quit smoking. A-HA! the double edge sword of my life. the smoking issue. to smoke or not to smoke. if given the opportunity i would continue with this habit. however, my girl isn't fond of it. say that "things would not be able to get serious after school had come to a close if i continued." so it looks like this question was answered before it was asked. i guess she's lucky that i'm so fond of her. if not..smoking would be a bigger part of my life. however, it is un-necessarily expensive. which i do not appriciate. however..i have been sneaking a few here and there. but, shh, don't tell. i won't if you won't. the clock seems to beat along with mayfly. it just keeps say "no no no..you don't need to go to sleep fool. stay awake, listen to music, go and buy more cigarettes ::evil laugh::" grrr. nicotine. you are an unfaithful lover. it's just another one of the many bad habits that will one day lead a person to expire. inner conflict. it's like a movie. only in the movies, no one that smokes ever looks sick or dying. i just think james dean, dean martin, the evil doers in james bond, jim morrison. mr. mojo rising. c'mon. okay. so jim morrison's lungs colapsed. but his heroine was at fault there...not his cigarettes. you made me forget my dreams. i typed that to my girlfriend that once because i'm a sappy loser. she told me not too, just to include her in them now. it made me smile. it's now 3:16 am. i need to be awake in 7 hours. the weekends make me so incredebly unmotivated. it's unbelievable. i think my typing is keeping my roomate awake. i feel bad. grr. ishouldgo -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!? 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. 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Message-ID: <02a801c1a7e3$753c85c0$9426fea9@katrina> ... are actually on sale today - sorry we were misinformed. http://www.billetnet.dk/event.jhtml?event=7992 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 h.brown6 at xxx.uk Mon Jan 28 11:25:43 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 11:25:43 +0000 Subject: Sinister: dancing in me jim jams! Message-ID: <3C553537.E906A04D@camb.linst.ac.uk> hello people, I bought "the perks of being a wallflower" yesterday and i have read too much of it already. It's pretty good but it cost me £6.99 and if i finish it on wednesday (which is very possible) then the book will seem all that more expensive, roughly £1.75 worth of reading a day. So i am going to try and read it slower so that i feel as if my money is going further. I have all of a sudden become very into reading, perhaps because i am in my final year and am making EVERY effort to avoid work. You were all very helpful so if you have any book reccomendments then email me with the name and a short description. It would be much apreciated (i think i spelt that word wrong). I also bought a polaroid camera and its novelty factor wore out very quickly. I took pictures on the bus and walking down the street but they are all a bit blurred. Next time i go to a sinister meeting i will take photos of people and charge them £2 for the pleasure. It's all a bit strange here at the moment, they are making a 13 part documentary about my college and there are lots of cameras around all the time. I was chatting with my friend and one swooped behind me. They wanted me to talk about the college but i froze up and decided against it.It's going to be even weirder when they broadcast the programme because it's like they are documenting a piece of my life. Friends can be great sometimes can't they! Yes i am stating the bleeding obvious but friends can also fuck with your mind. This weekend my flatmates have been wonderful and at times i just wanted to hug them. I was sat in my room feeling a bit blue when one of my flatmates walked in with his dodgy dog alarm that woofs, he was dancing to it like it was a rave tune and i couldn't help but laugh, he looked so silly. Then we spent the evening just talking about stuff. We played the alphabet game, drank ribena and just laughed loads. We did this until 5 in the morning and it felt great. It sounds so cheesy but i love evenings like that, you know, where you learn something about a person or hear a funny story that happened to them. One more thing (sorry). I have converted my mum into being a massive Nick Drake fan. I bought her "the introduction to nick drake" for christmas and now she is crazy about him. She tells me that "the music really gets into her soul" which i think is really sweet. there was no point to this e-mail love hannah +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 28 11:28:32 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 11:28:32 +0000 Subject: Sinister: crush Message-ID: <3C5535E0.24344D85@camb.linst.ac.uk> crush rineue dangerous_mike at 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 h.brown6 at xxx.uk Mon Jan 28 13:10:07 2002 From: h.brown6 at xxx.uk (Hannah Brown) Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 13:10:07 +0000 Subject: Sinister: ooopppsssss!!!!! Message-ID: <3C554DAF.21A3A1CD@camb.linst.ac.uk> warning, terrible list abuse, promise i wont do this again. hannah is a silly sausage and sent a crush to the wrong adddress. I have gone a lovely shade of purple now, sorry, i just thought he (you) sounded sweet, oh dear, i am all embarrassed and feel very stupid. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 28 13:46:35 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 13:46:35 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Shite poles are what the plumber holds (REPORTING BACK!) Message-ID: This morning when I got up I was quite looking forward to spending my whole working day delivering the best EVER reporting back on my weekend spent in London, but then I got to work and I saw that Dimitra has already created The Mother Of All Reportings Back. So I shall have to downsize and hence this shall be more like A Little Brother Of A Reporting Back - but oooh look with headings and all. Okay... things that happened this weekend: KARAOKE ..was fun, on Friday night at the legendary King of Corsica tavern, which served high quality Fosters (someone even got an "extra value" pint with a suspeciously looking hair floating on top that was dismissed as "an eyebrow" and drunk). Highlights of the evening included: - played darts, and almost rising to Cabbage's challenge of hitting a 132 out shot but fell short on the 2nd dart. - a BIG FAT ROCKER GUY doing a PERFECT (we're talking PERFECT) rendition of THE ACE OF SPADES by motorhead. - actually learning the lyrics to a Shaggy song, and being surprised by the lyrical genius of "Mr Boombastic" behind the mirage of Jibberish-ism. - in tribute to B&S with our own performance of "The boys are back in town" (with backing vocals and all) - drunkenly forming a bowling posse for the Sunday that was to come. I was then expertly led home to safety by the venerable Jeremy Tweedle (pronunced Twed-dle). BREAKFAST WITH BAPPS ..on Saturday morning was also drunkenly organised during the karaoke night, by asking "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. Forming quickly an alternative plan of action I located a McDonald's, and then re-luxuriated in a gorgeous Sausage and Egg Muffin which were the highlights of many a University day. Feeling energised after the banquet, I set out on an expedition over the district of camden, and walked from Camden Town to Chalk Farm only to take a tube back to Camden again, and then into Tottenham Court Road to locate an Internet Cafe to kill some time. AFTERNOON FOOTIE AND TEA The eminent Apps Ben (Mr B) arrived shortly after and we set out on another expedition in search of APWATV (a pub with a TV) which we found and which enabled us to watch an exciting FA-Cup tie between Manchester United and Middlesborough, I won't bore any of you with the result. Later on, we enjoyed a very nice cup of tea in a Mansion House in chalk farm. Our waitress of the day, the splendid Miss SGS (pronunced ess gee ess) felt slightly embarassed over serving the wrong type of tea, despite the fact that it was astonishingly well made - so well in fact, that, in enjoyment of the tea we have made Mr Tweedle (pronunced Twed-dle) waited for us at Chalk Farm station slightly longer than we had anticipated. We then ventured into the enchantingly named "Marathon Kebabs" for lunch, great jokes were told, food was eaten, chicken was defleshed. We then went for an enthralling pool tournament at a poncey pub nearby. LATER ON ..we met the resourceful Mr Paul Field (pronunced gin-ger-fox), the glamorous Miss Stacey Shackford (pronunced dah-ling) and last but not least the scintillating Mr Nicholas Passant (pronunced pas-sonnt?) in a establishment that served lager at the generous price of 99p a pint, with a waiter who can describe food like no other waiters can. We spent more money on a "Who wants to be a millionaire?" quiz machine than Apps Ben (Mr B) did on a one hour telephone call with the one-and-only Miss Rachel Fruitloop (pronunced Fruit-loop), whom I also had the pleasure of speaking to for the first time ever, and how charming a lady she was, too! LIVE CONCERT @ BAPPSEY TROTWOOD ..featuring no other than "Apps Ben and co." and "Breams and friends" playing live music on the now renowned 4-string guitar. Several numbers were played, unfortunately only one of the numbers turned up on my National Lottery ticket, but the disappointment of losing out of �6.4 million was quickly nullified by the angelic tones of the two singer-songwriters and a brilliant evening was had. BOWLING ..was scheduled for Sunday afternoon, but was not booked, so in the true spirit of spontaneity we were to meet at Queensway tube station at 3pm and let fate guide our adventures. On our way to Queensway we managed to kidnap a waitress and forced her to come bowling with us against her will, and of course not before demanding a full english breakfast with a cup of tea. Apps Ben (Mr B) demonstrated to me how phone sex worked, I was enlightened. Tea was once again our downfall, as we arrived fashionably late at "Queens Ice Bowl", which was our bowling venue of the day. The actual bowling soon took place after a game of DDR, a pint and a tactical game of pool. During the start of the game we had to politely ask a few mobs to leave our lane so that we could bowl, they refused at first but soon after they left when we threatened to throw bowling balls at their heads. The bowling match was sparkling, the whole arena were stunned by our miraculous bowling techniques, and many live action shots were made. I am glad to have my name cleared of the outlandish claims that I'm "good" by being not good. Apps Ben (Mr B) was stunning in his first game taking it without merely breaking a sweat. And like a true champion, the alluring Mr Mark Cassarotto (pronunced B.G.) arrived late at the scene before unleashing an immaculate 144 points to take trophy for the second game. After which, we had a wonderful guided tour on Queensway, being shown all the sights and public houses, we were almost overwhelmed by the thriving atmosphere. Then, after a brief mosh-pit session to "Smells like teen spirit" by Nirvana we made our way back to the bowling alley to reminisce the great time we had when we last set foot inside "Queens Ice Bowl", before we decided on something else that was to be done that evening. ICE SKATING ..was the answer, masterminded by Mr Tweedle (pronunced Twed-dle), some were unsure, some waivered before but at the end it would seem that everyone had a great time, some looked more graceful on ice than others. Body temperature wasn't the only thing that fell over the evening. There were several attempts of skating a pirouette on ice - none were overly convincing. And fortunately, the only apparent injuries to sinister members of night were a wet bottom, a bruised leg and a broken back, and possibly some battered ego. After breaking my back I decided to join in with Apps Ben (Mr B) and the adorable Miss Marianna Longmire (pronunced mary-ana) in studying the pulling technique of the boy in the middle of the Ice Rink who was "showing" a young girl "some moves". EUSTON STATION ..was where I boarded the train back to Milton Keynes, I took out my diary to record the aventures over the weekend, as I was writing I looked up and I saw that a man has decided to sit down on a seat opposite mine. He looked quite the learned man, since he was reading an obscure novel called "The Lord of the Rings" on the train. That did not trouble me, tho, not as much as the fact that he was holding his book with one hand and regularly repositioning his crotch with the other. I was relieved that he got off at the "Hamel Hampsted" station, I think he was, too. ...which really concluded the fun-packed weekend. And I'm now back at work with a broken back. In true copy-cat style I end my reporting back of the day with a quote.. Dimitra's mum said: "that's how life is, holidays end sometime" It's true. weekends end sometime too, the good thing is the next one is 5 days away. Wahey. Weekends 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 halighhalou at xxx.com Mon Jan 28 17:48:56 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 11:48:56 -0600 Subject: Sinister: were you born sideways? did you learn to rotate and hold your spin unafraid? Message-ID: hello sinister. dimitra. lovely, lovely posts. i have just gotten around to reading some of the posts in my mailbox this morning, and for some reason i feel like the world has cracked open again and the soft middle is exposed. honesty has a way of being made of both cliched brutality and striking pain, and i feel like almost everyone is breaking ranks and speaking in plain truths rather than guarded half-whispers. everyone except me, that is. dimitra said 'things are never as scary as they seem from a distance,' and i hope this is true. and somehow i know that it is both true and false, simply because it is a statement and a belief here on the dual earth, and so must be both something good and something bad in order for people to grasp any essence of what it means. which is a fancy way, i suppose, of saying that i am worried. about what i always worry about, i guess. love. someone told me last night that i should let myself fall in love with this boy. just let it happen on its natural course, and throw my usual caution to the proverbial wind. nevermind that he is gone now, and shall remain gone for the next four weeks, after which he will return and then something will happen. the pending something is scary. and i am scared now, as i should be and would be, regardless, and, at this point in time, there is a great distance of states and time zones and education and vocabulary and understanding between us. and i have been zero distance away from his face, and i cannot decide if the beauty of it was scarier then or now. i cannot decide if when he returns will be scarier then now, when he is gone. perhaps because of my week and a half disease. a week and a half goes by, smashingly, and then he realizes something, and kisses me goodbye and rides off to the next damsal in the tower down the road. usually, she has an 'ex' before her title, and i realize i was a catalyst for love. just somebody else's love. and so i write to sinister about my woes, and someone takes pity on me and gives me a wee bit of love and support, and i pick up the pieces and glue them back together with elevated language in lengthy paragraphs that indulge me and make me remeber why i love the dictionary more than men some days. it has been one week since he and i met. i am getting scared, now, that whatever it is that scares the boys who have been here, right in front of me, will somehow reveal itself to him, and, because of the distance, become magnified and transmogrified into some thing huge and glaring. and if it isn't over by wednesday, will it be over a week and a half after he gets back? people have told me i am silly. perhaps i am. slightly mental. certainly temperamental. certainly ill. certainly taking pills. i have talked of this song before. now i am trying to decide if i am also blind, and if it is them that will drive me to it, or myself. and i am also left floundering with the idea that maybe being blind is a good thing, as long as i can crochet a long enough chain of yarn to bind my heart beack together in a little while, and still have enough rainbow colors left to make an afghan to throw over my shriveled legs as i rock the rest of my life away in my big, drafty, spinster mansion. aside from that. on the opposite side of things. i think. several things have happened to me in the last week. i have learned about discretion, and when to use it and when to throw it, too, to the proverbial wind. i have learned that some things really are more important than classes or proprieties. and both those things, as it were, mean i have learned, too, that when you stop trying to pull and sit frightened, waiting, someone will come and ask you for a light and throw everything off balance, and all the shit that follows is worth those few suspended moments when you realize everything's not lost. (that always was my favorite coldplay song. in my coldplay heyday, that is.) at least i hope that what it's all supposed to mean, what it's all supposed to teach me. i am not being honest. i am not as brave as will (and when i get to scotland, mr. salt, you had better allow me a good whole minute to hug your amazing pig-tailed self) or dimitra or david. i am, instead, selfish. and scared. and small. the distance is a good thing, people say. but these days, i am more concerned with the length of things, and finding something that will sustain indefinitely. or infinitely. the difference, at this point, is moot and most likely pretentious. xxx your lou _________________________________________________________________ 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 kittypower6 at xxx.com Mon Jan 28 20:09:30 2002 From: kittypower6 at xxx.com (Alyson) Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 14:09:30 -0600 Subject: Sinister: the perks of being a wallflower References: <3C553537.E906A04D@camb.linst.ac.uk> Message-ID: sinister, i have just finished "the perks of being a wallflower" and it was just wonderful. i'm just finishing up drying my eyes here... thank you, thank you, thank you to whoever recommended this, i think by now several people have urged the reading of this book, and let me be the next. =) anyone sinister should probably read this. if you want to borrow it, i'll send it along just email me. love, alyson +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Wed Jan 30 22:25:30 2002 From: aale002 at xxx.nz (aale002 at xxx.nz) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 11:25:30 -1100 (NZDT) Subject: Sinister: ooopppsssss!!!!! (Heh.) Message-ID: <1012253130.3c55c1cae0a30@webmail.ec.auckland.ac.nz> Hannah Brown said: > warning, terrible list abuse, promise i wont do this again. > hannah is a silly sausage and sent a crush to the wrong adddress. I have > gone a lovely shade of purple now, sorry, i just thought he (you) sounded > sweet, oh dear, i am all embarrassed and feel very stupid. crush mullot h.brown6 at camb.linst.ac.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 amy.longcore at xxx.com Tue Jan 29 00:55:21 2002 From: amy.longcore at xxx.com (amy.longcore at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 19:55:21 -0500 Subject: Sinister: will nature make a man of me yet? (summer meet up stuff too) Message-ID: I'm a girl and yr a boy la la la la la la la la Will salt is lovely. I want to wash his hair and put my favorite girly conditioners in it and put it in lovely bouncy bouncing pigtails for him. Yay! Boys and girls. I've never wanted to be a boy, really. Well, that's not true. When I'm doing some hardcore hiking and camping, I'd much rather stand off To the side a moment than hug a tree?but anyway. I've made it no secret that I'm pretty open-minded in the boy vs. girl department. I like dresses, but I also like boys' jeans. I like putting powders and glosses on, But never too much. I'm the queen of the understated Grey area. I'm amy. I thoroughly enjoy hearing peoples' thoughts on their sexual outlooks And what they relate to. I, however, will not tolerate for those who travel a little Further off the trail than others to be put down. I take it personally, as I'm a bit of an Oddball myself. If you don't understand where someone is coming from, ask rather Than condemn immediately. and if they aren't fully comfortable about talking about it, let it be. if they are meant to, they will come around in time. and if you really want to know and understand them, ask questions gently. people need time to get into their comfort zones and display themselves as they want to be seen to the world, and in themselves. I just had to say that. Shyness is nice but shyness can stop you from doing all the people in life you'd like to?. Ok, so I switched the lyric? But it's been running through my head a lot. Not only am I scared of relationships anymore, I'm dead shy about Making the "first move". Yeah, I know, I'm lame. Some of you have heard the story about the man I danced with recently Who set my heart aflame. Well, he'll hardly look at me now. I'm around, his face turns red and he darts away. This is just not going to work. I've decided to forget about him for now. Not just because I don't know how to approach him again. But because it's easier. But really, am I supposed to be dead flattered and attracted At that? Or am I supposed to assume he's insane, like I am now? Maybe he thinks I'm insane? Perhaps. When I ran into him a couple days after the dancing, I was very outgoing. I said things that let him know I Liked him. So, that should have helped. I'm also hearing his heart gets broke real easily. Well, mine too. He doesn't know of belle and Sebastian anyway (content!). 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'm just a misunderstood cherubic hermit anyway. no one will ever find me. I wonder to myself?. 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. let me get my hands on your mammory glands... i just wanted to write that lyric out, thanks for the opportunity. there's always someone out there with a big nose who knows.... how to send a crush vote. bless you for the giggles, hannah. yr too cute. do you think you've made the right decision this time? prolly not, but i've got a little idea up my sleeve. upon discussing wanting to see mr. andy capp in drag LIVE and IN PERSON, a little star named kirsten and i wondered how a BIG sini summertime midwestISH meet up would go over. we want canadians, chicagoans and then some to trot their fresh faces to a desirable location that will work out for everyone. my first idea is a bit of a wee hiking trip onto a remote area of lake michigan for drinking and picnicing and being around lots of trees, water and sand. lovely. this is all near my home, which is of advantage to me, but you as well if you want to crash with me. we can camp on the beach as well... i'm open to any and all ideas, but planning should start now in order to accomadate as many persons as possible. we're talking mass sinister love here, folks. i want you to come from all over. so, do it. put yr thinking caps on and fly wiff me. we could even make it canada, chicago, detroitish, minnesotta....whatever. just know i've made an offer. maybe july 4th weekend since people may have a day off of work then.... writing frightening verse.... yeah, i know, i'm still holding all of yr surverys for ransom. work is a 4-letter word.... right. so, yeah. i'm writing from work again. it's growing dismal here. anyone wanna hire me? i'm good at stuff and could clean yr house. stuff can be so hard on you. but, if you hired me to take care of yr stuff, you wouldn't have any more stuff problems! so, don't let stuff get in yr way, hire me today! they spent a few weeks on our trail.... hellos to the new folks, baker baker is nice. i really adored the kissinger post. take care. let yourself lose yourself, amy (home: dotsandloops at 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 halighhalou at xxx.com Tue Jan 29 01:53:09 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 19:53:09 -0600 Subject: Sinister: listabuselistabuselistabuse Message-ID: this is list abuse, surely, and i'll let anyone who wishes pummel me for it. but. ack! another midwestern picnic out of the nebraska vicinity? i am pouting for more reasons than those already stated now, and simply because there's no love for the nebraska/colorado heartland. being in the middle sucks. ok. bbfn. back to working on a friend test for y'all. lou _________________________________________________________________ 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 neil at xxx.net Tue Jan 29 09:13:33 2002 From: neil at xxx.net (Neil Robertson) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 09:13:33 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Sweden Message-ID: <004001c1a8a5$3aca6f20$7f84fc3e@neil> Details of two forthcoming shows in Sweden can be found at www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/news.html Cheers, Neil +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 R.Playforth at xxx.uk Tue Jan 29 14:08:38 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 14:08:38 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: i'll admit i'm feeling strange Message-ID: like several others, i have just finished reading 'the perks of being a wallflower' which i, well, loved. but it was TWEE AS FUCK!!! it made my teeth hurt. it made me want to read about well-adjusted cheerleaders. or hard-boiled detectives. and yet i did love it. it has shoved me into a emotionally fragile place, it seems, and i will probably only get through the day without crying if i studiously avoid belle and sebastian, lovely sinister mails, and most of all, thinking. i have already 'gone weird' at matt this morning. sometimes it's just as difficult being in love as falling in it in the first place. lovely sinister mails: i'll take the risk of just giving quick props and hugs to dimitra and will; anything more and i'd have to desert my post at reception, or else be witnessed dissolving rapidly by a dozen baffled foreign students. dimitra claims she has never felt nervous meeting her many many sinisterines. much as i am looking forward to the brighton meet-up, i can't say the same thing. i truly am boring, shy, ignorant, boring, ugly, annoying and boring, and the fact that a lot of you don't realise this yet is terrifying. (nb. i am NOT fishing here, i really am feeling like this at the moment. although i admit it probably won't last and soon i'll switch to being insufferably happy, extrovert and smug.) my shyness was horribly abused on saturday at a theatre above a pub in camden. old friends from york were doing a comedy gig and forced me on stage for a sketch. i remembered why i hate the concept of audience participation so much. it was not a nice place to have our reunion, to put it mildly. plus my trains were being diverted via littlehampton, which is not a place i would choose to be diverted via. perhaps i should have foisted myself on ken, bapps et al instead, sounds like they had fun. still, i had a nice dinner, so that was something. the lightest touch can break a heart. luv archel xxx ps. richard wrote: BUZZBUZZBUZZBUZZ which was clearly meant to be a hint. clearly. so, i'll give in and point out that Buzzwords is up to date, tidy and sparkling at a NEW location: http://www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk. ****************** 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 p.carter at xxx.uk Tue Jan 29 14:51:57 2002 From: p.carter at xxx.uk (Peter Carter) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 14:51:57 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Nowhere is a tacky place Message-ID: <006b01c1a8d4$818fc2a0$90e3883e@fsnet.co.uk> I sent this e-mail about 16 hours ago and it never appeared, so forgive me if this ends up posting twice. It's also pretty boring, so I'd advise skipping to the next one unless you're really bored. Hannah Brown shocked me by saying: >I bought "the perks of being a wallflower" yesterday and i have read too >much of it already. It's pretty good but it cost me £6.99 and if i finish >it on wednesday (which is very possible) then the book will seem all that >more expensive, roughly £1.75 worth of reading a day. So i am going to try >and read it slower so that i feel as if my money is going further. And my dear Hannah, The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a little more than quite good! To be honest, if every page cost my £6.99 I would have felt I'd got my money's worth. Mind you, it'd have cost me over £700, so I'd probably be broke. Less shocking was Sam's assertion that: >I wrote to say that I thought >Will's post was the most poignant, touching, incredibly heart-felt post I've >read on Sinister, ever. Because it was wonderful, it really was. I haven't been posting much recently, you may or may not have noticed. It's a combination of a few factors. Firstly I'm a lazy git. Secondly, I've been responding to people's posts personally, instead of over the list, and thirdly, well, I think I'm becoming something of a corporate whore. Not only have I been looking into advertising for Fast Cow, I've also been dabbling in merchandise. Yes, you heard me right, there is now a selection t-shirts, mugs, and even a fastcow baseball cap, all at ridiculously high prices. Does anybody know the point at which something officially becomes a business, or is a difficult judgement to make? I'm also stuck in the middle of nowhere with a housemate who plays The Sound of Muzak, Annie and Dirty Dancing 7 or 8 times a day. To get away from all that for a few hours costs me about £5 in bus fare, plus an hour travelling time, and the last bus leaves at 10.30. So, the upshot of that is that I haven't been getting out much, and I don't really have any interesting stories at a point when Sinister is pretty much full of them. The highlight of my week was getting 'Looks Like a Russian' by Sodastream in the post. Which isn't quite as bad as it seems, as anyone who's actually heard the album will probably attest. I'm looking for a new house. I'm looking forward to the Brighton meetup. Oh, and I found out there are at least three Moldy Peaches fans who live in Bath. www.fastcow.co.uk www.eurosexuals.co.uk Peter +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Jan 29 16:43:58 2002 From: astrid.wiezell at xxx.se (Astrid Wiezell) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 16:43:58 Subject: Sinister: Oh-MY-God-! Message-ID: <238512812@spray.se> Sweden! Belle and Sebastian! here! Me! A Swede! Oh my God! They´re coming to Sweden! They´re actually coming to Sweden! Oh my God! Tickets on sale tomorrow! French class ends when tickets are released, I´ll run to the payphone and call. Oh my God! I´m sorry for this rather meaningless post, but I can´t help it. I want to scream and I want to dance and I want to hug someone, all at the same time. Oh HURRAH, my favourite band is coming here! Sorry for this, Enthusiastic love, Astrid x P.S If I don´t get tickets I will die. P.P.S OH MY GOD! _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Nu kan du lagra dina filer och dokument på nätet. http://www.spray.se/sprayspace +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From staralful at xxx.com Tue Jan 29 17:56:02 2002 From: staralful at xxx.com (Jonathan Skinner) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 17:56:02 -0000 Subject: Sinister: a bunch of fecking jackeens the lot of them Message-ID: Dear all First of all if anyone can figure out what the subject title refers to please email me-lets say it is slang for dubliners but why ?? there is i'm sure a prize at the end of it but i am not sure what i hope this finds you all in fine fettle. i am in a rather spiffing mood at the moment. Nothing in particular is going right or more importantly wrong in my life which is rather nice . I never expected my last year of school to be so calm (well after the college apps et all are done dusted and registered) I only really have my mocks to contend with now and then the small matter of the finals but that is another story for another confessional. Perhaps the reason for my overwhelming good mood is the art exhibit I went to the other day in Dublin (which coincidently as a city has grown on me) It was incredible to see so many monets and renoirs and van goghs collected together in the same room in a magnificent gallery. Ahhh heaven Not much else has been going on in my life except I found out what an ampersand is (I in my ignorance actually though it was a missprint whilst reading the belle and sebastian website hee hee was my face red) Also my accomodation is fully booked now in the ould city of paris for a week (can't wait ony another gasp 60 days to go.) Today at school was a complete waste of time educationally speaking as we had 6 frees out of a 9 period day but on the other hand it was really nice becuase i got to know some of my friends a lot better than i ever did before. It is really strange-these are people that i have hung around with since starting secondary school nearly six years ago and it struck me how little i really know about them- sure we spend all lunchtimes together and today was the first time we all really chatted in depth about stuff perhaps because we had the time to do so. I mean i get on very well with each one as they are all really nice and artistic and creative in their own ways which is quite unusual in our area and we tend to keep our selves segregated from everyone else in our year as they are either motorheads or bimbos and not nice people and perhaps normal. I suppose that is really why i like being on this list so much. Nearly 1500 people with different personalities and views but extremly tolerant and incredibly nice and not at all stand offisih (well the vast majority anyway) and not the least bit annoying-makes a nice addition to my inbox after school apart from crappy forwards from people that i know. Hmm i am oddly retrospective at the moment-perhaps that is what the last year at school does to you. It is nice to see B&S touring again and the lucky buggers in sweden and denmark get to see them-i suggest they play Ireland again but that is for purely selfish reasons. Right i am off to finish some english essay then go for coffee with some friends and perhaps the flicks bonne nuit jonathan +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mary_goodshoes at xxx.com Tue Jan 29 18:24:45 2002 From: mary_goodshoes at xxx.com (Miss Marianna Longmire) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 18:24:45 +0000 Subject: Sinister: o.o.o.f. Message-ID: Egads. Double egads. Hello there Sinister. Sweet sinister. Sweet Sinister that keeps me going in my hour of need. Or week of need. Or month of need. You see, things have been going bad here in MissMariannaLand. They were going swimmingly well, but like most things in my life, and indeed in Jordan's top after childbirth (we can only hope) everything good is plummetting to my knees. I would like to tell all you lovely people the details but alas, I fear rehashing them will make me sad. And I'm trying not to be sad. 0 / /| /\ See! That's me dancing and trying not to be sad. Oh bugger. In summary: I need to find a new place to live within a week, but am scared of strangers. I have no money. I have a job but won't be paid for two weeks. I have lost the ability and will to write. And as a (wannabe) journalist, that's quite upsetting. Oh, and my heart has been squished too. Sigh. mustnotgohometoperthmustnotgohometoperthmustnotgohometoperthmustnotgohometoperthmustnotgohometoperthmustnotgohometoperthmustnotgohometoperth. xx Marianna ps. apologies for self-pitying rant. pps. no, i'm really sorry. _________________________________________________________________ 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 farrell_danny at xxx.com Tue Jan 29 18:31:35 2002 From: farrell_danny at xxx.com (Danny Farrell) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 18:31:35 +0000 Subject: Sinister: i once had a girl or should i say she once had me Message-ID: hello my lovelies, it's been a wee while,not too long i hope. Miss scrumptiousamyapplejacksyummypiefriend is organising an american meet up.she's absolutely adorable you know,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 live in a small town where individuality is slowly drained out of children so they turn into mindless thugs, 'neds' if you will.If this was a movie they'd be breeding them as some sort of mindless army,a secret plan by richard branson to take over the world,breed these 'ned warriors' in slum towns all over scotland then let then gather them together with a crate of buckfast,bring out their xenophobia by saying "you poofs,the english could well kick your ass" then get them drunk and let them loose.It's not a movie though,there's no reason for the children to grow up like that,so apathetic and violent and insensitive but,they do. I want to come to the u.s picnic,i NEED a holiday.i can't though,so i won't write a post bitching about it,i'll bitch about love instead,why change a 'winning' formula? there's too much love to go around these days. not quite true,but there's too much happening.much too much,for me.i'm a wallflower.i read that,the wonderful WONDERFUL miss lleweff gave me it and it's just amazing,i've read it three times already and i've cried each time,but i always return, because of charlie.he reminds me.of someone. Yes anyway,i'm alone again and now,there's girls again.a girl i never thought i could have and wasn't allowed to anyway because she's in my friends band,apparently the rules have been relaxed because apparently she likes me and i really liked her before,before.just before. Apparently she doesn't stay single long though so i have to 'snap her up' which really bothers me and then theres the girl,there's always the girl and apparently she's changed and theres always the feeling with her.there always will be i guess and so much history.sometimes history is better than excitement or 'newness'.History is comforting and soothing,so apparently i need to get into gear or something and make a choice soon. but i can't,i'm not like some people i can't move seamlessly from relationship to relationship.it's not me,girl after girl after girl.The actual girl isn't important,just the fact that i'm not alone,splitting up with someone then a few days later moving onto someone else,doing it so regularly that my friends have to keep name-checking - friend -"oh you broke up with julia?" me - "get with the program julia was so three weeks ago,god i've dated another two girls since then" It's not like any of them matter,i just want one to stay there long enough so i can project the image of the perfect girl onto her,she just needs to be a little smart and a little sensitive and my brain can do the rest.If i think she's the perfect girl then to me she is,as long as i put up barriers to stop anything changing my image that she's the perfect girl then everything will be fine right? it's just not me. I can't do that,i don't want to be alone,loneliness cripples me, and i do want the perfect girl i guess,who doesn't.there isn't a perfect girl but,i think,there's a girl who's perfect for me and that doesn't mean everything will be all roses and love because love isn't.but. it means there's a girl who's just right for me,who complements me better than anyone else could,who looks at me as me,not as some man who they add their own attributes too.and i'd do the same in return.maybe i'm just dramtic. so apparently i need to make a choice because theres two girls who may be just right for me who for reasons unkown to me don't stay single for a long time at all but i've been hurt too much i can't just bounce from one relationship to the next and mostly. i just want to rest. people are coming and going,and going out and coming out and returning and leaving and dragging me here or there and back again.it's all too hectic for someone who is a self admitted slightly reclusive boy who can't process everything that's happening because my brain is frazzled at the moment.Life seems to be quickening at an exponential rate and i just want to crawl away from it and sleep,but i can't.sleep. so now,i wait.for something i'm not sure of yet. all i know is that after recent events i'm a little more cynical,a lot more lonely,but maybe,just maybe a little stronger and wiser too. and in the end i'm what i always was: a little boy with an almost phobic fear of rejection and being alone who is floundering and lost. but i am me,and it doesn't matter who misunderstands my character or disbelieves me.i'm me,it's all i could possibly be,regardless of whether or not i want to be.sometimes i wish i could stop caring but i'm too caring to stop. It's going to get better,apparently it's getting better all the time. always your little dannypie xxx _________________________________________________________________ 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 brier at xxx.com Tue Jan 29 17:56:42 2002 From: brier at xxx.com (Brier Random) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 09:56:42 -0800 Subject: Sinister: It catches my heart in its hands Message-ID: <00a501c1a8ee$4f421c20$729ef1d1@Brier.sb.net> Hi Lovelies; The Los Angeles shows have long come & gone (two months on, the autumn's gone...), I know.... but I have to make sure you all knew that our own *-Sophie-* has co-written a review of said gig for the British-based and internationally-known magazine "Mojo". Congrats are in order for her: One of our Siniterenes has infiltrated the real-time muzik biz with the sweet subject of Bee & Ess. I scanned the article on my website. If you can't read it, then my scanner sucks or your monitor is too small. But I promised myself I'd never make fun of anyone's size, on-list or off. So forgive me. But the article is here: http://www.brier.homestead.com/sophie.html IN OTHER NEWS: Has anyone else come to the realization that "The Boy With The Arab Strap" is Belle & Sebastian's "The Queen Is Dead"? Think openly about it. Don't be swayed to say "it's just because they're both monochromatic green". It's more than that. I dunno. But it's also more than the Boy-With-The-Thorn-In-His-Side vs. Boy-With-The-Arab-Strap thing. It's just that the Smiths album, in my mind, brings a heady 'peak of the wave' feeling that TBWTAS also gives. I guess the Smiths/BelleSebby link might also be highlighted by the fact that their first popular releases both featured, in red, a sexy figure in a bedroom.... but the "Queen Is Dead" connection really is true. Really. And thanks to Brier's self-made segway, could I ask for a group-happening? Everyone on Sinister, pause what you're doing and push play on your CD machines and listen to "The Boy With The Thorn In His Side" by The Smiths. If we all do this at the same time, I promise there will be World Peace. Or at least a small inkling of it, amongst ourselves. That song really says everything, doesn't it? And where's Tina, the girl who sang "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" at the 2nd L.A. show? I have an MP3 of it. If you haven't heard yourself yet, you should. It's great. Does anyone else miss the Ice Cream Truck? Like, the organ-bells that would ring, and you'd know that you'd soon have treats? And when you ripped the wrapper off the ice-cream, there was the trash hole that was a dragon's mouth? They'd have a dragon painted on the side of the truck, I mean, and a hole cut in the dragon's mouth for your trash to go. Please, does *anyone* else remember this??? Southern California Listerenes (oh no, medicine breath): Is there going to be a meetup to watch "Storytelling" despite bad reviews? I mean, we'll enjoy it just for the soundtrack, non? Public shout-outs to Ernie (for everything) and Rachel Cornflake (she isn't just for breakfast anymore) and Joan Of Dark (as always) and Llaura (from Random Lip Boy) and the rest of you, everyone. All my love, ~brier +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Jan 29 19:19:13 2002 From: michael at xxx.com (Michael Vance) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 11:19:13 -0800 Subject: Sinister: It catches my heart in its hands In-Reply-To: <00a501c1a8ee$4f421c20$729ef1d1@Brier.sb.net> References: <00a501c1a8ee$4f421c20$729ef1d1@Brier.sb.net> Message-ID: <20020129111913.O5225@24-205-57-185.glen-dyn.charterpipeline.com> On Tue, Jan 29, 2002 at 09:56:42AM -0800, Brier Random wrote: > IN OTHER NEWS: Has anyone else come to the realization that "The Boy With > The Arab Strap" is Belle & Sebastian's "The Queen Is Dead"? Think openly Hmm... (puffs on pipe)... hmm... we (you) should start a sub-discipline of music scholarship focusing on the subtle but obvious relation between the Smiths and B&S. Yes, all too obvious, perhaps? Hmm... (puff) > Everyone on Sinister, pause what you're doing and push play on your CD > machines and listen to "The Boy With The Thorn In His Side" by The Smiths. Doing that now. Done. Going back to "Never Had No One Ever" (yes, I was actually listening to The Queend Is Dead when I received this email). > If we all do this at the same time, I promise there will be World Peace. Or Peace, love, and harmony, even? > hole cut in the dragon's mouth for your trash to go. Please, does *anyone* > else remember this??? Yes! And if you really miss it, where I live here in the LA area (Montrose), we still have the trucks. Not only do we still have ice cream trucks, but they come around in January, for fupp's sake. January?! > Southern California Listerenes (oh no, medicine breath): Is there going to > be a meetup to watch "Storytelling" despite bad reviews? I mean, we'll enjoy > it just for the soundtrack, non? I'm up for it, but have no idea where it's showing. That new Christopher Walken flick is showing on the 8th, too. Regards, m. -- Mother I never knew, every time I see the ocean, every time-- -- Issa +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chris at xxx.com Tue Jan 29 20:36:28 2002 From: chris at xxx.com (Chris Mahoney) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 15:36:28 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Weather can't be studied as science if it's so unpredictable... In-Reply-To: <00a501c1a8ee$4f421c20$729ef1d1@Brier.sb.net> Message-ID: Hello all- Chris here, I'm a simple guy from Massachusetts, in the "victim" country we call the U.S. I attend school at a state university, and pass the time doing things most others don't (like posting to a mailing list about a favorite band, for instance). I'm going to be a computer scientist, which contrasts sharply with the familiar Fine Arts major that's so popular with all the other B&S fans I know, oddly enough. Enough about me though. I fell down in the Grass today. Grass with a capital G, because I forgot how nice it is to lay down on the ground during the warmer months (this is not a warmer month in the least, but it's warm today!) Instead of getting up, I decided to take a necessary rest from all of my running around that becomes all too familiar when school comes around again. As I was laying there, it came to me that perhaps I should introduce myself to all of you fine people, however possible. That was about the only thought I could get through my head, as I accidentally lost myself in the unique blue color of the sky soon thereafter. brier- Has anyone else come to the realization that "The Boy With The Arab Strap" is Belle & Sebastian's "The Queen Is Dead"? Silly silly, do you mean The Smith's? I figure it was just a dizzy thought process or whatnot. I became somewhat afraid of "The Boy...", as I got into it only a week or so after those there terrorist attacks. Listen to "the rollercoaster ride"... sounds like it's talking about people in a plane, over a city, that'll be "gone tomorrow" - *shivers* Enough of that, I just felt like saying hello and offering my thirty-eight cents to the group. Enjoy the day, wherever you might be. Cheers, -Chris Mahoney +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 29 23:25:09 2002 From: lizdaplyn at xxx.com (Liz Daplyn) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 23:25:09 +0000 Subject: Sinister: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition Message-ID: Our chief weapons are SURPRISE Me, I�m back in town. Well, actually I was immediately back in town under this address (and in the nursery again) at Christmas when my temporary work email died the death of the just, but I�m only taking advantage now. And taking advantage it most certainly is. You beauties, you�re so rarely privileged to garner my outpourings of inconsequence. So, last Sunday afternoon brought sequentially into close conjunction a bookshop, a lovely friend whom unfortunately I fancy to bits, and some nice coffee. These are all wonderful things and auspicious in this kind of relation, but none of them helps me sleep any easier. For those who haven't experienced the joy, �heartache� is far from being a figurative term, and there is once again a knotty fist-sized lump of cancerous hormones sitting under my ribs and preventing me from breathing properly. Fucking hell. And my hair (recently chopped off substantially on a whim and thus more than usually random) had gone all wriggly in the Oxonian drizzle, and not in a charmingly picturesque way, worse luck. This shallowly preyed on my mind as I discovered that time and space evidently don�t do that much to relieve unrequited pangs. FEAR The glorious terror of rejection that we all probably partake of in this parish has nigh on the status of a full-blown phobia for yours truly, which makes it kind of difficult for me to broach the subject with this lovely friend of mine. And how do you bring that kind of thing up in conversation, anyway? I�m dubious as to whether suddenly pouncing on pals is quite good manners, not to mention experience having proven that not even vast quantities of alcohol are sufficient to make me actually do anything along these lines, particularly not with someone I�m really interested in. What a thrilling catch-22 situation to be in. Anyway, following the advice of Mr Paul Simon (somewhat inelegantly but concisely he put it long ago: �I have my books and my poetry to protect me/I am shielded in my armour�), there was nothing else to do once I�d returned home but to listen to �Bryter Later� and to read some Robert Graves: �Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire�s own daughter; So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by.� Which I used for a while some time ago as an email signature, until it began to cut a bit too close. Ho hum. If the Poetry Parrot is extant, that can be a gorgeously depressing contribution for it to carry about in its satchel like the wily pigeon in �Dastardly and Muttley�. Personally I always felt sorry for Mr Dastardly and his faithful but grumpy sidekick Muttley. After all, small aviation businesses can�t go on losing planes at that rate without running into serious economic difficulties. One would have thought. And that bastard pigeon was so insufferably smug. NICE RED UNIFORMS 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. Girls, of course, can discuss hair amongst ourselves without betraying any romantic feelings that may be involved. Perhaps it would be rather easier if I were a gay man, given the high feyness quotient of people I�m generally attracted to. Although, short of habitual transvestitism, I don�t think I�d be happy about the decreased range of socially acceptable footwear available. Do boys ever feel the need to buy/wear impractical yet pretty footwear? Straw poll. ----- Having composed this offline before catching up with digests, I�m now moderately gobsmacked to notice that the biorythms of the list are all in sync or something. Everyone has so much interesting and brave (particularly gender-related) stuff to share. Now that just sounds icky and substandard Oprah-ish. Eh, somebody shoot me. I, however, with extremely cold hands and a persistent headache from paint fumes, offer nuggets neither interesting nor brave, but instead trivial as the day is long. I found a 17mm diameter ballbearing yesterday, in a flowerpot in the office where I was spending the day as temporary receptionist (don�t laugh please, I have my transferable skills). The flowerpot was next to the watercooler, and the lovely rusty ballbearing lurking just beneath a fallen geranium leaf, which as you may know smell lovely, so when I picked this up to rub between my fingers and so alleviate some portion of my ennui, I discovered the aforementioned piece of tooled metal (dodgy-sounding but technically accurate, I think), which is now in my twee corduroy pocket. Small found objects like this are instantly easy to bestow affection upon, through their perfection of form and gracefully apparent aging. If only human beings were more commonly so. AN ALMOST FANATICAL DEVOTION TO THE POPE Some of my weekend was passed with devout Christians, unexpectedly and unusually. They were perfectly pleasant company, as indeed anyone with beliefs other than one�s own can be upon casual acquaintance, and I was on my best behaviour and didn�t even have to bite my tongue once, but just sat in my corner making origami penguins. Of course, having been singing nice anthems by Wm Byrd earlier had had an effect, as music always helps to sooth the savage Liz. Take note. I�ll end on a big shout out to the Delightful Incredible Super-sexy (such a) Cutie (Oh!) Laura Llew for her Present Exchange toils and for simply being great, since this is the first opportunity I�ve had to express my admiration for her milkmaidish community spirit. Hurrah! People of the South Coast of Great Britain: please feel free to avoid me in Brighton on the 9th if my mad starin� eyes come your way. I simply must leave Wales at every opportunity, you see, lovely as the valleys and sheep are. It�s a large enough space in which to experience cabin fever, but nevertheless. Liz :x P.S. Currently imagining Robin Stout in a diamond power suit. Cor. _________________________________________________________________ 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 leesa at xxx.com Wed Jan 30 00:18:02 2002 From: leesa at xxx.com (Lee & Lisa) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 18:18:02 -0600 Subject: Sinister: the tweest of she and the she-est of twee Message-ID: <011c01c1a923$9ad3b600$18a3ecd8@default> Greetings and salutations, Sinisterines (pronounced sinisterEEns, for the nonce)... I am enraptured. Surely this list is verging on the most beautifully maudlin catalogue of heartbeats ever. With people such as bakerbaker, will salt and liz daplyn baring their poetic souls, amongst all the rest of the wonderfulness, one can only be INSPIRED. The poetry parrot knows nothing of me, but I have captured him in my spare room, given him soft blankets and infused him with nag champa. So, perhaps he'll sing a song (and we'll all be happier or bedazzled for his troubles). >From _The Merchant of Marvels_ by Frederic Clement: "...if you prefer something unique, I can offer you certain priceless relics: the broken end of Pinocchio's nose two of Puss-in-Boots' whiskers one of Tom Thumb's pebbles or Thumbelina's cradle: A NUTSHELL with rose petal sheets and mattress of violets, still warm from her slumber. And most especially, an eyelash stolen from the Queen of Sheba. ..." Find and read the rest of the poem in the beautiful book, if you have the inclination. It's worth your troubles, I think. Art inspires art, and Belle and Sebastian inspire me on a regular basis, amongst others. I look forward to the most gorgeous of mix tapes, still forming alchemically and by degrees....for the MIX TAPE CHALLENGE! Love, Lisa from Texas (aka Rachel Ranchero! Viva Rachels!) p.s. to the lovelorn: there is hope!! I found my soulmate, I really did. Never thought that I would, but there you have it.(13 years later and I'm still passionately in love.) You can,too! Chins up, lovelies! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Wed Jan 30 04:54:09 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 22:54:09 -0600 Subject: Sinister: but a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to omaha Message-ID: hello sinister. ok. so here it is. i hope it doesn't cause mass sinister hysteria. (goodness, i like that phrase these days.) let the quiz commence!! friendtest.com/viewquiz.php?account=ilovelou lovelovelove your baby 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 NotATrendxX at xxx.com Wed Jan 30 05:30:37 2002 From: NotATrendxX at xxx.com (NotATrendxX at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 00:30:37 EST Subject: Sinister: funny "O" thing Message-ID: <86.15c2bd3b.2988defd@aol.com> it is 1 AM. i am reading Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own. I am seeing...my computer monitor...my knees...listening to FYHC. Does anyone know anything about cinema verite? i know very little. Cinematography in general? What about Sound Verite? Does any other sinisterine like the mAKE-UP? yeah, crayola crayons,(pssst! NOW in one million colours) alice. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Wed Jan 30 08:21:06 2002 From: mateamo at xxx.com (miss maple) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 08:21:06 +0000 Subject: Sinister: flunking finals...oh joy!,mull historical society Message-ID: aughhhh its finals week and here i am at 1217 am not studying...highschool really is a bitch. anyways, i figure no one reads my emails cus u know...well if i was u i'd delete them. the perks of being a wallflower is a good book. i read it "back in the day"... oooooh i bought a new ceramic gnome...i named him colin mcintyre after the dude from mull historical society. anyways my new gnome is best friends with my other gnome stuart. they drink whiskey together. and sometimes smoke weed... i had no idea my gnomes were pot heads until i walked in on them one day...aughhh off to rehab gnomies! along with Prince Harry... prince harry, will you marry 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 glitch550 at xxx.com Wed Jan 30 09:23:12 2002 From: glitch550 at xxx.com (jeff has arrived) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 01:23:12 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: ATTN: MATEAMO@HOTMAIL.COM In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020130092312.55157.qmail@web12808.mail.yahoo.com> yo. well this is really to everyone, but will start with a quick note to our highschool finals flunky. Dear High School Flnky- 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. but if you'd like. i'll read your emails. and you can read mine. this way, you and i will both be sure to have an audience. i have to warn you though, i tend to get wordy. -jeff anyway. tonight was a night like no other night in the near past and or distant past being that i went to see a dj spin off something that i'd in the past be hesitant to go to being that i live in an entirely white middle class area and chances of the grouping of people could get very ugly very quickly, that observation being solely based on the population of my area and my disliking for..ohhh...i'd say about 89%-93% of that population. so i decided to go. the beats exploded out of the speakers and ran a trail of fire down my spine. the records wicky-wacked their way though my cortex and electrified the electrical/caffinated/poisoned with nicotine (yes, i'm still smoking, yes i want to quit, no i don't know when...but hopefully soon) waves traveling through my head right at that split second it took to rock my body.cutting rythm and jazz and r&b and rap and rocking the block, tick tock you don't stop till you make the heart stop kinda shit. the vynil was cool to the touch but hot like fire to the mind. simply cutting through the room. heads bobbed as they do to a rythm that possess their bodies. no one cares about anyone elses bobbing, everyone just goes with it. it's a uptopia type of understanding within the 50 foot by 60 foot coffee house (that edgar allen poe stayed in by the way)and everyone's just groovin and having a good time. silence. he dropped the beat....tick tock tick tock..nothing but tick tock tick tock tick tock...waiting for something..anything...the silence persisted...nothing was said..heads however, kept bobbing..the rythm lived on. BOOM. the bass dropped in and rocked the souls that passed through people. dancing started. the dj never looked at his audience. however, it could be told from anyone in the room that he was spinning it for them. I was always told to stick at what I was good at..since dancing and i get along as well as matched and water, i sat at the counter and drank some coffee and took it all in. that's what i do. and i read inbetween sets. i'm reading "choke" by chuck palahniuk at the moment. it gets a gold star in my rating system. take that for what it's worth. the set closed out with some pretty rocking bass and drum mixes. all in all fun was had by all. *-jeff (five-to-one-baby-one-to-five-no-one-here-gets-out-alive) ===== to the extreme i rock the mic like a vandal light up a stage and watch me jump like a candle __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Great stuff seeking new owners in 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 sophiakatrina at xxx.com Wed Jan 30 09:52:06 2002 From: sophiakatrina at xxx.com (sophia katrina) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 09:52:06 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Things not to say to your half-Jewish girlfriend... Message-ID: dearest Sinister, I feel strangely compelled to post, if only to correct the (erroneous, of course) impression that i joined the list only to pick up [Aus, vernacular, eqiv. to UK: pull]. So I thought the best way to do this was to summon up all of my higher faculties, wherever they had got to, and flood all 1500 of you with lyricism and erudition. It would have been a deluge of wit and wisdom, I'll tell you. But somewhere between my lyricism reserves and my fingers I took a detour and ended up at a petrol station beyond the black stump [Aus, vernacular, middle of bloody nowhere, cf. Woop Woop], spilling bad coffee on the maps and swearing, while it got darker and darker outside. (Or did was I stuck in the Doldrums? Have any of you read the Phantom Tollbooth? I love childrens' books more than life itself). It really has been a dull week - enlivened, of course, by all your wonderful posts from everywhere. There have been some very beautiful ones recently. Aside from reading them and being touched by how heartbreaking and lovely they were, I have been a bit lost in the Doldrums. I've spent all my time doing things related to art (like painting walls, hanging shows, delivering invitations, posting slides) but I haven't used my camera in a couple of weeks and I feel slightly empty. Richard Avedon put it more eloquently: "If I go through a day without doing something related to photography, I feel as though I have neglected something essential to my being; as if I had forgotten to wake up. I know that the accident of being a photographer has made my life possible". Maybe the reason I'm not working is that I'm fundamentally a lazy perfectionist. Can other lazy-no-more perfectionists share the solution to this problem? I need to get rid of my perfectionism somehow. Perhaps some kind of ritual, an exorcism maybe, or psychic surgery where they wave your hands over your belly (where does perfectionism reside anyway?), slop around some fake blood, and shout "AH-HA! YOUR PERFECTIONISM IS GONE FOREVER" while holding up a bloody piece of gristle they bought from the butcher's last week, & which was just starting to turn. I bought "The Geometrid" last week, and have been listening to it a bit, but it didn't have the song about someone who doesn't believe that people landed on the moon. Is it on another album? Does it actually exist, or was I misinformed? If it does exist, then I'm convinced that it was written for my ex-boyfriend. There are many reasons we aren't together today, some involving being dumped over e-mail while travelling, being stranded at Heathrow with 25 kilos of luggage and �4.72 in my pocket, and the like, but the real clincher was that he didn't believe that people really landed on the Moon. I didn't catch the entirety of his mutterings, but they had something to do with the Ruskis, or possibly the Reds under the bed, and black helicopters, and closed-circuit television, and the spooky similarities between the seven-headed beast in Revelations and the United Nations, and definitely the World Zionist Conspiracy. On the list of things not to say to your half-Jewish girlfriend, I'd say that anything involving the World Zionist Conspiracy (or ZOG, as those wacky survivalists call it) ranks in the top ten. I will personally send some matzoh ball soup (or a flat-packed, customs-friendly equivalent), to the sinisterian/s who can offend me more! Oh dear, this really has been an outpouring of whinge. So sorry to vent my spleen at you all, who really don't deserve it. So here's something non whinge-related: Several people mentioned ice cream trucks. Where I used to live, in the nearest thing London has to a ghetto, ice cream trucks used to go by at 2am, playing music and everything. As a wide-eyed first year, I was very confused by this. Who buys ice cream at 2am, I wondered? Then someone told me they sold DRUGS (cue collective gasp from audience). I saw three of them, parked outside someone's house near the tube station. Didn't the police know about this? Or did the driver buy them off with lemon ice lollies, flakes and chocolate sprinkles? When I do start living the life of the beautiful people, I promise to tell you all about it - love & apologies, 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 stevenrhodes at xxx.com Wed Jan 30 10:25:01 2002 From: stevenrhodes at xxx.com (Steven M Rhodes) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 20:25:01 +1000 Subject: Sinister: Outside the butcher's with a knife and a bikechain Message-ID: <001301c1a978$7d586800$97a5868b@c5b9f6> Hello everyone. I actually have posted before but just as I was sending, my computer crashed and I never was really sure if it made in onto the list. If not, hello, my name is steven. If so....hello my name is still steven. Has anyone ever wondered how horses can stand up while they sleep? Yeah, me neither. It's weird how dogs bury bones. I had an uncle who did the same thing but he was mysteriously arrested in relation to a series of missing persons. You know those archeological sites of roman civilizations where they discover artifacts and skeletons and remains? Dogs did that. I had a dog once but it didn't bury bones, it actually buried cats. Vets tell you that when you have a newborn puppy, you should put a ticking clock in its basket to replicate the beating of its mother's heart. That's all fine and good, but when the alarm clock goes off in the morning, that dog's going to have some serious psychological issues. "Mum! Are you alright? Why are you making that strange noise?" And then you're gonna get this new breed of dog that doesn't bark, it just goes: "Riiiiiinnnnnnngggggg!!!!!!!" (Attempted sound of alarm clock) And if you have one of those alarms that plays the radio, you're going to have one entertaining pet. I wonder if any of these puppies become police dogs? "Watcha got boy? Did you find the drugs? Oh, not another time bomb. Bad dog! No biscuits for you. Drop the bomb! Drop it!" When I was growing up a lot of my friends had cool pets like talking parrots and dogs, and with dogs especially they'd teach them tricks like fetching the newspaper and shaking hands and rolling over. At my house, we didn't have a dog, we had goldfish.called Rex. But I was still determined to teach it tricks. Every animal trainer will tell you that food is the key to training animals, so I used to sprinkle these floating fish flakes on the top of the tank, and with persistence I actually trained the fish to swim up from the bottom of the tank and come to the surface. The fish food was the only stimulus it needed. It would come right up to the surface at the very sight of the food. That was a damn smart fish. Damn smart. As the training progressed I could get the goldfish to do these crazy backflips and intense summersaults simply by placing a toaster in the water. That's all the prompting they needed. It was amazing. The thing is, as much as I would train them, they'd only ever perform that trick once. It really seemed to really take it out of them physically. That's another thing about goldfish, it's no big deal when they die. Even when you're a kid you don't care. Your Dad will say "Come on Steve, let's go down to the pet store and we'll get another one." Imagine if it was that easy when your grandma died. "Steve, the bad news is that your grandma's passed away. The good news is we're going down to the old folk's home and you can pick out a brand new one. They catch them in a big net and put them in a container with a cardigan and knitting needles. A complete beginner's package. That's why a lot of older people don't seem to know who you are. You say "Hi Grandma" and they're all confused. "Who are you?" "I'm you're grandson remember?" "Where am I?" Often when we'd come back from holidays we'd find that some of the fish had jumped out of the tank and you'd find them dried up on the ground. I often thought at what point after jumping out of the tank does the fish think to itself "You know what?.I really should have stayed in the tank. My God, how I loved that tank." Sorry my introductory mail was long. (That's alright steven. We all like you very much) Wow, thanks! What a great list. Steven, Brisbane, Australia ps. yes, my B&S content is completely limited to the subject line. 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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 velocity_girl_is at xxx.uk Wed Jan 30 12:21:30 2002 From: velocity_girl_is at xxx.uk (velocity farewell) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 04:21:30 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: i'LL bReak tHeM d0Wn n0 meRcY sH0Wn Message-ID: <20020130122130.78712.qmail@web10007.mail.yahoo.com> HeaveN knoWs it's g0t t0 Be tHiS tiMe... there we are, 31st januaRy... another month is over, the first one of 2002 and nothing's changed really... only that i've got another good 8 weeks... carving... carving... anotheR sunny day here and you sing "youshouldallbemurdered"... for those of you who cannot read the connotations, i'm sorry and i don't mean to murder anyone... 2 weeks till the brighton meet-up, 3 weeks and a half till dahling's birthday, a week and 2 days till i see ruvi, 8 weeks till i'm in london, 3 months till i'm in glasgow, 10 months till stay-C moves to Glasgow with us... RichaRd.J.GillandeRs said to me: "glasgow is getting over-crowded; we should force some of locals to leave the city"... I have my mini tartan skirt waiting already... and spooky the dog is microchipped coz they wouldn't let her in the Uk unless she was microchipped... life passes by... and i thought... enough with being scared... i've met so many people who were scared... almost everyone i've met in my life was scared for one reason or the other... i don't mind fear... what i cannot forgive is cowardness... fear makes heRoes... cowardness makes amoebas, like paul would say! and to be honest can you think of something more a-sexual and anti-erotic than an amoeba? I cannot... Ruvi said, 'you cannot blame people for they live on references'... which is so true... so we're standing here trying to live up to our references... being lonely coz of that.... scarying people off coz of that... but still...i wouldn't change that for the world... and all these wannabe revolutionaries and artists can just go and piss off! i'll fight their hypocrisy and pharisaism tooth and nail! coz if i don't then what is left there but a world of amoebas living on references? OK I should go now and stop ranting.. but not before i send to all of you this poem by Vladimir Mayakovsky... why? because he was a fighter his whole life, coz he died saying "Lili, love me", coz it's sunny outside... it's the Halcyon Days here... Listen! (Poslushiyette!) Listen, if stars are lit it means there is someone who needs it. It means that someone wants them to be, that someone deems those specks of spit magnificent. And overwrought, in the swirls of afternoon dust, he bursts in on God, afraid he might be already late. In tears, he kisses God's sinewy hand and begs him to guarantee that there will definitely be a star. He swears he won't be able to stand that starless ordeal. Later, He wanders around, worried, but outwardly calm. And to everyone else, he says: 'Now, it's all right. You are no longer afraid, are you?' Listen, if stars are lit, it means there is someone who needs it. It means it is essential that every evening at least one star should ascend over the crest of the building. (1914) that was all for now... take good care all of you... and remember "if stars are lit, it means there is someone who needs it"... hugs, VeL xxx "waR is the last possible creative act" Mick Travis "IF" "true creation shall rise through the ruins of the old world" Isidor Isou, L.I. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Great stuff seeking new owners in 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 Tue Jan 29 13:08:40 2002 From: jordi_trenzano at xxx.es (Jordi Trenzano) Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 14:08:40 +0100 Subject: Sinister: i'LL bReak tHeM d0Wn n0 meRcY sH0Wn References: <20020130122130.78712.qmail@web10007.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <008e01c1a8c6$16c0a740$6bad99c1@teleline.es> I agree with almost everything that the lovely Vel has written on her post. And I love this post above many others, just for quoting one of the best Joy Division songs..... But Vel, please.....the month is still not over....leave all the people that were born on january the 30th (i´m a poor example) celebrate their birthdays !!! ;))) Cheers Jordiet ----- Original Message ----- From: velocity farewell To: Sent: Wednesday, January 30, 2002 1:21 PM Subject: Sinister: i'LL bReak tHeM d0Wn n0 meRcY sH0Wn > HeaveN knoWs it's g0t t0 Be tHiS tiMe... > there we are, 31st januaRy... another month is over, > the first one of 2002 and nothing's changed really... > only that i've got another good 8 weeks... carving... > carving... > anotheR sunny day here and you sing > "youshouldallbemurdered"... for those of you who > cannot read the connotations, i'm sorry and i don't > mean to murder anyone... > 2 weeks till the brighton meet-up, 3 weeks and a half > till dahling's birthday, a week and 2 days till i see > ruvi, 8 weeks till i'm in london, 3 months till i'm in > glasgow, 10 months till stay-C moves to Glasgow with > us... > RichaRd.J.GillandeRs said to me: "glasgow is getting > over-crowded; we should force some of locals to leave > the city"... I have my mini tartan skirt waiting > already... and spooky the dog is microchipped coz they > wouldn't let her in the Uk unless she was > microchipped... > life passes by... and i thought... enough with being > scared... i've met so many people who were scared... > almost everyone i've met in my life was scared for one > reason or the other... i don't mind fear... what i > cannot forgive is cowardness... > fear makes heRoes... cowardness makes amoebas, like > paul would say! and to be honest can you think of > something more a-sexual and anti-erotic than an > amoeba? > I cannot... > Ruvi said, 'you cannot blame people for they live on > references'... which is so true... so we're standing > here trying to live up to our references... being > lonely coz of that.... scarying people off coz of > that... but still...i wouldn't change that for the > world... and all these wannabe revolutionaries and > artists can just go and piss off! i'll fight their > hypocrisy and pharisaism tooth and nail! coz if i > don't then what is left there but a world of amoebas > living on references? > OK I should go now and stop ranting.. but not before i > send to all of you this poem by Vladimir Mayakovsky... > why? because he was a fighter his whole life, coz he > died saying "Lili, love me", coz it's sunny outside... > it's the Halcyon Days here... > > Listen! (Poslushiyette!) > Listen, > if stars are lit > it means there is someone who needs it. > It means that someone wants them to be, > that someone deems those specks of spit > magnificent. > And overwrought, > in the swirls of afternoon dust, > he bursts in on God, > afraid he might be already late. > In tears, > he kisses God's sinewy hand > and begs him to guarantee > that there will definitely be a star. > He swears > he won't be able to stand > that starless ordeal. > Later, > He wanders around, worried, > but outwardly calm. > And to everyone else, he says: > 'Now, > it's all right. > You are no longer afraid, > are you?' > Listen, > if stars are lit, > it means there is someone who needs it. > It means it is essential > that every evening > at least one star should ascend > over the crest of the building. > (1914) > > that was all for now... take good care all of you... > and remember "if stars are lit, it means there is > someone who needs it"... > hugs, > VeL xxx > > > > > "waR is the last possible creative act" Mick Travis > "IF" > "true creation shall rise through the ruins of the old > world" Isidor Isou, L.I. > > __________________________________________________ > Do You Yahoo!? > Great stuff seeking new owners in 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 lazylinedavid at xxx.net Wed Jan 30 16:21:14 2002 From: lazylinedavid at xxx.net (lazylinedavid at xxx.net) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 11:21:14 -0500 Subject: Sinister: I'm going to Heaven to see if it rains Message-ID: <0019C5E7.63823745.96249DF0@netscape.net> I think it was Carsmile Steve who asked what Jeepster are actually doing for B&S. Which seems like a perfectly decent question. It doesn't make a lot of sense that a band can sell out the Albert Hall and then release a single which limps to number 39 in the UK. Now of course maybe the band don't really care about chart positions but then again they probably do - didn't they have a bet once that Lazy Line Painter Jane would make the Top 40? Perhaps you could argue that they're more of an albums band than a singles band - but even the albums don't chart very high: 10, 11, 12 whatever. You think back to the Smiths (if we have to make those comparisons), and every one of their albums made it to number 1 or 2. (OK, Morrissey played the media like a total whore, but still...). And they did this even when their singles were only making the mid-20s. Obviously it's nice that Jeepster let the band do whatever the hell they want but are there not bigger labels who would give the same fre! edom and get better results? On the other hand, does any of this really matter? At the tender age of 31, I bought my first ever hip-hop album the other day, by Outkast. It's very good. To make myself seem less threatening to the cashier, I also purchased the Neil Halstead solo album: a record so wet that I have to put a towel under my CD player every time I listen to it. Does anyone know what happened to the members of the Orchids? Were they from Glasgow too? I can't remember. Take care, David -- __________________________________________________________________ Your favorite stores, helpful shopping tools and great gift ideas. Experience the convenience of buying online with Shop at Netscape! http://shopnow.netscape.com/ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape Mail account today at http://webmail.netscape.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 pah6211 at xxx.com Wed Jan 30 17:04:51 2002 From: pah6211 at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?paul=20healy?=) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 17:04:51 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: possible Edinburgh gig ??? Message-ID: <20020130170451.99237.qmail@web13303.mail.yahoo.com> www.ticketmaster.co.uk are selling B & S tickets for Edinburgh Usher Hall on 01/04/2002 I don't think anyone should buy tickets until official conformation. Paul Healy __________________________________________________ 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 csferguson at xxx.com Wed Jan 30 17:29:07 2002 From: csferguson at xxx.com (csferguson at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 17:29:07 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: BRMC / NME award shows Message-ID: <2158697.1012411747288.JavaMail.root@127.0.0.1> Hi! > > At the NME award show in Glasgow on Sunday, I bought the four double 7" Black Rebel Motorcycle Club EP's, and asked the guy to keep them behind the desk for me. Unfortunately, at the end of the show, he'd sold one of them, and had no more left. I got my money back, but I'm left with 3/4 of an album. If anyone is going to any of the other shows, could you please get the one I'm missing? I'll gladly pay for it, and the postage (obvously), as well as a small handling fee, and a fantastic present (a mix tape and some scribblings, probably...) If anyone would be so kind, please e-mail me off the list, and we can sort out the details. To keep on the right side of list Mummy, I should write a bit about B&S. So there it was. > 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 shop at xxx.net Wed Jan 30 17:41:27 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 17:41:27 -0000 Subject: Sinister: B&S announce UK gigs! Message-ID: <003a01c1a9b5$77e42660$9426fea9@katrina> Punters in the UK may want to take a note of these dates: April 1st 2002 Edinburgh Usher Hall April 2nd 2002 Manchester Apollo April 3rd 2002 London Brixton Academy Tickets for Edinburgh will be sold through the Usher Hall box office (0131 228 1155), or from the 24 Hour Credit Card Line (0870 169 0100). Alternatively you can swallow the outlandish booking fees and get tickets from Ticketmaster at http://www.ticketmaster.co.uk Ticketmaster will probably also have tickets for London and Manchester, but may be more expensive than the following links. You can get tickets for Manchester by phoning 0161 242 2560 or 0161 832 1111. Alternatively, visit http://www.gigsandtours.com Finally, London tickets can be obtained by phoning 0115 912 9199 or by visiting http://www.wayahead.com/sjmmaj/indexbas.html Tickets for Edinburgh and Manchester are £15 plus booking fee, while London is £17.50 plus booking fee. All tickets are available from tomorrow morning (31st January), except Edinburgh which is already on sale. 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 blind_lisa at xxx.com Wed Jan 30 19:36:40 2002 From: blind_lisa at xxx.com (Rachel fruitloop) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 11:36:40 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: We Ken meet up in L.A. if Chu want! Message-ID: <20020130193640.4373.qmail@web20201.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Sinister Kitties! I am actually posting for a specific reason today (or should I say "Pacific" reason, har har! Oh I kill me!) and that is because there has been a bit of talk from the likes of Ernie "Cloves" Sanchez, Brier Random and even the tremendously busy Michael Vance about a Los Angeles area Sinister meetup. We're thinking of meeting to see 'Storytelling' together, and Ken Chu advised me when I spoke to him on Saturday that we should go bowling. Whatever the activity, I think it's high time we get together, especially since there were quite a few of you who didn't make it to the last one. I know, I know, Southern California is such a vast stretch of land... so this is why we need your help. Brier and I want to plan this to suit as many people's schedules and preferences as possible, so if you are interested in attending, please e-mail me and we can figure out a plan. That's all for now! love, Rachel fruitloop __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Great stuff seeking new owners in Yahoo! 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Only toasted with pork and beans. There is nothing quite like watching Joe Don Baker on the television, with a bag of pretzels and six pack of Schlitz beer. That might sound nasty, but it's not half as nasty as 2 big mouthfuls of horseradish. What does that mean? I'll tell you later. Kahlua (-alcohol) + white chocolate + latte = damn tasty. Somebody explained to me the difference between "ms." and "miss" recently. Apparently "miss" is for wee children, but I have never heard a child called "miss" before. Is this common? I have heard Little Miss Muffet though. But she ate curds and apparently weighed a lot. Somebody mentioned gnomes on weed. I think David the gnome was on weed. Or acid. He always saw trolls and psychadelic tye dyed clothes, and rode a fox everywhere. No snow. I would like to see him sawed in half with a pinwheel, and served up as Today's Special. Somebody told me every band should stop making music before they make their Combat Rock. I would like our belles to keep us informed on upcoming titles, so when they do make "combat rock", we'll tell them to cut the crap. I really think belle and sebastian should head into dub. Wouldn't they be much more fun with subtitles? "judy had a dream of horses she never hurt noboody" Stuart Murdoch should also wear dreads. Now I'd buy that for a dollar. My imaginary band, Monopole, is hitting some rough times at the moment. If anyone has any suggestions, please help me out a bit. All you Germans are in for a treat. Some schoolmates of mine are playing there in a few weeks. They are in a band called XBXRX, and they really suck. but their shows are fun, and only last 8 minutes. Did anyone watch the state of the union address? He's the leader of the free world! Are you comforted yet? I am reminded of Hitler, talking about the invasion of Austria, calling Jews terrorists. Did anyone else see the similarities? Of course, George is not a vegetarian, or an artist. My spaceship is in my front lawn, on cinder blocks, trying to fix itself right now. But when it is fixed, I'll fly into orbit, and nuke Glasgow. That'll take care of that blasted overpopulation. It's the only way to be sure. -Matt P.S.: My ethics of cyberpunk class was cancelled today. This let to having an entire three hours with nothing to do. So I posted. I'm sorry. _________________________________________________________________ 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 macimarco at xxx.it Mon Jan 7 20:39:58 2002 From: macimarco at xxx.it (M.F.) Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 21:39:58 +0100 Subject: Sinister: B&S announce UK gigs! Message-ID: <005b01c197bb$79a32ca0$bbb41997@w0v5a8> > Punters in the UK may want to take a note of these dates: > > April 1st 2002 Edinburgh Usher Hall > April 2nd 2002 Manchester Apollo > April 3rd 2002 London Brixton Academy I WANT italian tour dates sigh I can't afford again a travel to edinburgh... I've been last summer to t in the park... that's enough... bye Marco +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dangerous_mike at xxx.com Wed Jan 30 22:17:35 2002 From: dangerous_mike at xxx.com (Michael Grant) Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 22:17:35 +0000 Subject: Sinister: look into my eyes. its the only you'll know i'm telling the truth. Message-ID: ------------------------- State of the Union Speech ------------------------- (before i start to talk about this, id just like to say i am in no way condoning the attacks of Sept.11th, and i am also not condemning the whole of america. im sure you're all (mostly) lovely lovely people, BUT i do have problems with the way your country behaves. i may also talk about 'them' and by doing so i dont wish to condemn the whole of america, just those in charge. i apologise in advance if anyone is offended.) i got extremely angry at this speech. the gist of it seemed to be, 'i am fantastic, america is fantastic, anyone who doesnt think so will be bombed. and they dont even have to have bombed us first. we can do this because we're fantastic'. in case you hadnt noticed, america has "saved a people from starvation; and freed a country from brutal oppression." im not so sure the aid agencies trying to get food to the starving would agree that a people has been saved from starvation. and im pretty sure that had the country's infrastructure not been bombed to pieces, getting aid in would be a lot easier. im not saying that america was wrong to bomb afghanistan (well, it was, but thats not the point), and im not saying that it is totally america's fault, but it cannot take credit for 'saving a people from starvation' when it was american bombs destroying this people's country. (and need i remind anyone of the TWO times american missiles bombed red cross food storage buildings??). as for 'freed a country from brutal oppression', where the fuck were the americans when this 'brutal oppression' first came into force in the mid-90s? they only got involved AFTER they had been attacked, so you cannot claim that it was an act of liberation when it was clearly an act of brutality in itself. an act of brutal revenge, which has now killed more innocent civilians than were killed on sept.11th. Monkeyboy also referred to the 'detainees' in cuba. "Terrorists who once occupied Afghanistan now occupy cells at Guantanamo Bay". now, sorry if i dont understand these free, just and democratic values for which America stands, but having the leader of the free world declare prisoners as 'terrorists', (he called them 'killers' last week), while they are still awaiting trial appears to me to be prejudicing any future trial, or are the right to a fair trial and the notion of 'innocent before proven guilty' not values for which you stand, mister bush? however sure he personally is of the guilt of these men, he cannot, and should not, speak of them in such a way until they have been convicted of a crime in a court of law. but what the hell can you expect from a country so fucked-up that it both claims to stand up for human rights and still has the death penalty? -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- i could go on for quite a while about all the tiny details in monkeyboy's speech that troubled me, but i think i will get too angry and too boring for anyone to care. and i DO want people to care. people should realise that what america is doing is stupid, dangerous and misguided. i would have hoped that one good thing to come out of sept.11th would be a reaslisation by america as a whole that there is a problem with what their country does in the rest of the world and how it is perceived there. i was hopeful for a while, but now it appears that they've learned nothing. its still the same old arrogant rhetoric we have come to expecet from a president who probably has help tying his shoelaces. sorry for going on at length, its just that this really REALLY annoys me. if you want to see the speech in full, its at http://newsvote.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/world/americas/newsid_1790000/1790537.stm and apologies again if anyone was offended by my demonising of america. it was not meant as a condemnation of everyone and everything american. love mike.xx ps - and on a lighter note, belle and sebastian in april! yipee! :o) _________________________________________________________________ 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 snyggtwee at xxx.com Thu Jan 31 05:42:34 2002 From: snyggtwee at xxx.com (paisley tie) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 05:42:34 +0000 Subject: Sinister: your trolloping paise all run over Message-ID: allo my sinisters. i heard there was once a trollop in paisley. and that she was quite a proper scottish lassie, and nice, and got thrown out of places besides. i'm not her. i'm texan. (sinister round-up yay.) and noisy. and crude. and profane. but i have a tendency to get thrown out of places as well. not recently, though. the thing isn't to avoid being thrown out, but to be thrown out with *STYLE*. make a political statement. make it postmodern. make it art. and don't forget the victory dance. victory's never anything but an excuse. excuse something worthwhile then. the dance will cheer you. and it helps to shake the muck off. write a song, i'll sing along...and i will. when i'm 21, i might not get thrown out of so many places. or maybe i'll just be able to get into more places, thereby increasing the likelihood that i'll be thrown out. dancing either way, hey. as my friend says, we're harmless. but they eye us in class, on campus, on the street and yell things. drunks, small children, frat boys, and random street people. a couple weeks ago, a car full of frat boys rode close to the curb where i was walking. "is it a boy or a girl?!" my friend gets the same. so when we're together, we grin like chesire cats. after gneissy and amy and the one who wrote about being a girl being a role, i decided i'd let myself post a bit about gender after all. because it's something i don't think about too much, but sometimes. gender was made to be fucked with. a cage with space enough for grammar, maybe, but even that gets a bit cramped. only serious enough for satire. it should be whatever i want to make of it. doesn't it belong to me? oh yes it does. be filthy and fine. paisley psst: mandee made me do it. _________________________________________________________________ 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 foranotherdream at xxx.com Thu Jan 31 08:41:46 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 00:41:46 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: my first post with some whine on the side Message-ID: <20020131084146.4590.qmail@web12401.mail.yahoo.com> hello everyone in the land of everything sinister, i'm sara. i was released from the nursery to run and prance in the green fields covered in fog. i don't really know how to start this except for to tell a wee bit about me-self. i'm a chain smoker. i'm 21 and a cancer. i'm 60 inches tall. this is boring. uuuummm. well, i have to say that being in the nursery proved to be an intimidating thing for me. i read everyone's posts and started to feel a bit inferior. did i even spell that right? this list has already become a part of my life. it sounds cheesy and lame, but it's true. i have talked with a couple of you already. and matt has reassured me that all will be fine. i was thinking about how this list has SO many people attached to it. and how they all have faces. and jobs. and stories. and how some of them are shared. reading the posts is like looking at someone's eyes. or ears or something. i think that all of you loverly people are each a belle and sebastian song personified. but not. it's a nice escape from my life of work. and insomnia. i'm a relatively new belle and sebastian fan. about a year and a half ago, i was introduced to them by a boy. (this doesn't make me any less of a true fan though, does it? the boy is recently out of the picture. and yes, he did break my heart.) i saw them last year in l.a. i sat in the nose bleed section whilst my old roomie was down on the floor. and she was the worst roommate ever. i hated her for the damn orange wrist band. was it even orange? i feel like i should talk about something. i guess i could tell a story now. i cried today. i got my labret (sp?) pierced the day before christmas eve. and the ball part of the ring kept falling off today. well the third time it fell out, i couldn't get it back in. so i cried four tears. it was so pathetic. but i was trying for an hour... high fives and thumb ups cuz it's all over now, sara __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Great stuff seeking new owners in 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 lilywhite at xxx.net Thu Jan 31 09:00:02 2002 From: lilywhite at xxx.net (Carla) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 04:00:02 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Eyes Squared Message-ID: <008b01c1aa35$ae2910c0$357c3418@buf.adelphia.net> -Right- Who's the monkeyheaded mastermind that has me helplessly surrendering my free time to LITERATI!?!?!?!?!?! Curses!!!! How do you spell J-U-N-K-Y ??? (and can I get that to align with some tripple line scoring tiles? Argh!!!!!!!!) You brilliant little devil,whoever you are, I could just kiss you!!!!! not on the mouth, well not full on the mouth Well maybe for 10 seconds or so....(one hypopothomus...two hypopothomus...) nevermind, only 3...5 tops. Are you plump? We can take it to the cupboard if you promise not to tell. xxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From shewitt at xxx.uk Thu Jan 31 09:14:11 2002 From: shewitt at xxx.uk (Stephen Hewitt) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 09:14:11 -0000 Subject: Sinister: belle and sebastian, organised, with their reputation? Message-ID: lovely lovely Katrina said: Finally, London tickets can be obtained by phoning 0115 912 9199 or by visiting http://www.wayahead.com/sjmmaj/indexbas.html If you phone the number, the nice lady on the end says "belle and sebastian ticket line" (a good start you may think), but when you say "I'd like some tickets please" she says "sorry you can only book them on the internet". also as of 9.10 the way ahead site is down although the nice woman there said it'll be back in half an hour. so don't panic babies. xoxo CarsmileSteve by god, my contentometer has gone off the scale ;) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jan 31 09:37:30 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 09:37:30 -0000 Subject: Sinister: London & Mancester tickets page ... Message-ID: <009401c1aa3a$fa383fe0$9426fea9@katrina> is actually http://www.wayahead.com/sjmmaj/indexbas.html - sorry! 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 rwr at xxx.uk Thu Jan 31 09:50:58 2002 From: rwr at xxx.uk (Rebecca Wright) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 09:50:58 +0000 Subject: Sinister: You're just a baby, baby Stu. Message-ID: Much wailing and rending of garments in true biblical style down this end. I knew KNEW the moment I heard B&S were doing a set of gigs that any remotely close to me would clash with Peru. But April the 3rd!! that is a salt-rubbing 48 hours after I leave, would it be horrendously sad if I tried changing flights or something. Isobel, hey Isoo-bell! If you're toying with the idea of playing down in Cuzco anytime between April and June then you've got one definite buyer already- oh, think of a happy place and count your blessings...... Almost a namesake was Gayle's bump which I'm still having trouble seeing as a soon-to-be person, esp for one younger than me but more Wordly wise- for comparative purposes I sat about all alone Friday night watching The Pink Panther show. Previous weekend I was down the Tree with Rach'- "Has Gayle thought of any names yet?" "Yeah, she wants Stuart, Stuart David" Rach' didn't see the relevance, not a drop of twee in her. Manouvered my way through a swarm of WKDs (blue, not orange) to Gayle, smoking a fag a minute but with lemonade only. "You calling your baby Stuart David?" "No, Sean David" "Oh,...that with an e-a or the other way?" Still for a second there... I'll go now, talk more once I've gotten things into perspective. When you lot are having the bestest time down in Brixton spare a thought for me and the llamas, I'll be holding my own little concert with my B&S t-shirt and a walkman. See everyone in Brighton 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 paularathoon at xxx.com Thu Jan 31 10:21:28 2002 From: paularathoon at xxx.com (Paul Arathoon) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 10:21:28 +0000 Subject: Sinister: belle and sebastian, organised, with their reputation? Message-ID: Stephen Hewitt had problems on the phone... That's odd. Because at 9am this morning the internet bit wasn't working for me- typically after labouriously entering my card details etc it said there was a problem with "availability". SoI phoned the number where I was told I was at the red hot Belle and Sebastian ticket line. I ordered 2 tickets from a Real Life person with no problems (other than the stupidly large postage charge. If I pay 4.50 sterling I want my tickets delivered by helicopter) She also told me they weren't available on the internet yet. AmI living in a parallel universe or something? (B&S content checked. Comforming to Sinister Directive 35/656/99.) >From: "Stephen Hewitt" >Reply-To: "Stephen Hewitt" >To: >Subject: Sinister: belle and sebastian, organised, with their reputation? >Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 09:14:11 -0000 > >lovely lovely Katrina said: > >Finally, London tickets can be obtained by phoning 0115 912 9199 or by >visiting http://www.wayahead.com/sjmmaj/indexbas.html > >If you phone the number, the nice lady on the end says "belle and >sebastian ticket line" (a good start you may think), but when you say >"I'd like some tickets please" she says "sorry you can only book them on >the internet". > >also as of 9.10 the way ahead site is down although the nice woman there >said it'll be back in half an hour. > >so don't panic babies. > >xoxo >CarsmileSteve > >by god, my contentometer has gone off the scale ;) > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ 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 boyincorduroy at xxx.com Thu Jan 31 11:29:12 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 11:29:12 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: I mention farting in this post Message-ID: <20020131112912.82119.qmail@web10403.mail.yahoo.com> It's funny, the effects a chinese takeaway can have (and not just on your wind). Yesterday I was skinny, sexy and BEAUTIFUL; today I'm a chubby lad with, if I may say, not insubstantial booty. It's all that Lucy's fault. There haven't been a lot of housework updates from me as, well, I haven't done a lot of housework this week. Once again my kitchen floor is shiny, and my washing up would make Mary Poppins jealous. But I've been OUT and ABOUT this week, partly having fun, partly doing jobby things (get your minds out of the gutter) which actually went quite well... It's tempting fate far too much to go into detail, but I had an informal meeting with a shit-hot TV company on Monday, and they really liked me! Don't watc this space, as nothing'll probably come of it, but feel free to keep your fingers crossed for me anyway... Dimitra, your posts (I'm a couple of days behind, sorry) were quite something! I hope I can live my life with some of the love and passion that infuses yours. You were especially right about Honey. isn't she just the cutest? Hannah, use your polaroid to take pictures of fucking. That's what they're for, you know. Archel posted, which is good enough for me. So did Dappers - it's like all my Christmases have come at once (and not had the decency to sleep in the wet patch)! Ken, you're too modest! Although I did WIN bowling because I ROCK, it was because Ken, in a moment of either light-hearted whimsy or cold-hearted arrogance (for both of which he is rightly renowned), wasted his last ball when he could have got four more points. My victory margin was three points. You work it out. Oh! Belle and Sebastian are playing in London. That'll be nice. How much nicer it would have been if they could have played four shows somewhere dinky and pleasant instead of a one off at the soulless hole that is the Academy. Ho hum. Ungrateful, moi? Mark xxx __________________________________________________ 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 R.Playforth at xxx.uk Thu Jan 31 13:40:33 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 13:40:33 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: can't decide whether to do yoga or pilates? Message-ID: mark may be feeling chubby, but at least he hasn't sunk to the depths that matt and i have reached in our post-christmas self-loathing. i just sent the following email to louise solomon of 'yogalates' (the best bits of yaga AND pilates) fame: Dear Louise, I have just received my Yogalates DVD from amazon.co.uk, but (unlike in my local stores) no resistance band was provided with it. Are there UK outlets where I can buy a resistance band as used in your DVD? Hope you can help! Regards, Rachel Playforth Brighton, UK oh my god. what's happening to meeeee???!!! while not buying terrible fitness videos, i sometimes like to watch bbc 2, you know. and while watching a trail for a new crop of programmes (jamie oliver may have featured), i was surprised to recognise the backing music as the intro to 'i could be dreaming'. someone at bbc 2 is definitely a fan. speaking of tigermilk, on 'my wandering days are over', is there a horse-type sound effect at the 'disenchanted pony' bits, or is it just an echo in the music/my imagination? gigs! london! i can't afford a ticket yet, maybe not ever. but yay, anyway. neil heartlessly informed me that they 'nearly' played brighton, but decided not to... but i can't be too depressed - b&s may not be coming to brighton, but sinister is! i'm off to york tomorrow until monday, but will get into proper picnic mummy (or rather, pub mummy) mode when i get back. are people from london arranging to get a train together? aim to get here about 2.30 if so. well, i'll see some of the york massive tomorrow i hope, and the rest of you either in brighton on just in my dreams :) luv archel xxx ps. b&s content - 2.5 paragraphs! ****************** 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 boyincorduroy at xxx.com Thu Jan 31 14:38:35 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 14:38:35 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Creeque Alley (slight return) Message-ID: <20020131143835.45898.qmail@web10402.mail.yahoo.com> With apologies to the obvious... Chris and Stevie were getting kind of peevy Cos the sounds they made weren’t all they could be Bel and Richie, studyin’ in the city Tryin’ to get a music degree In the Grosvenor Struan Murdoch sat “Black pud & tattie scones, yes, I’ll be having that” Mick Cooke and Belfast Bobby sat there getting slobby In Glasgow, you know where it’s at And no-one’s getting fat except wee Bel’s ass. Bel said “Stevie, you know that we can all see That you play guitar so beautifully” Stevie said “cheers Bel, and you play cello so well And I love that song called “Family Twee” Bel, Stevie and Struan Murdoch sat (at the 13th Note) “vegan casserole and mung beans, yes, we’d like that” Mick Cooke and Belfast Bobby rockin’ in the lobby In Glasgow, you know where it’s at And no-one’s getting fat except wee Bel’s ass. When Sarah was a fresher, she was a little treasure But she saw the light of R!O!C!K! one day Standin’ on the Byres Road, wishing that it hadn’t snowed She took the Hyndland bus all the way When Stevie met Sarah he really couldn’t bare her Asked Struan to form a band, and that was Rhode Island Mick Cooke and Belfast Bobby, buskin’ for a hobby Rock stardom they were aimin’ at And no-one’s getting fat except wee Bel’s ass. Rhoda, Lisa, Hurley, got to knock off early Make sure the church is shiny and clean Start a thing with Isobel, break it off, go to hell Get it on with Monica Queen Bob and Richard play with the V-Twin Stevie, Stu and Sarah laying down their twee thing Mick Cooke and Belfast Bobby samplin’ Sly and Robbie In Glasgow you know where it’s at And everyone’s gettin’ fat except wee Bel’s ass. Chaotic live shows, Stu D’s Looper explodes And Isobel’s not well in the States The band needs a new feel, I guess we’ll have to use Neil At least he’s competent on the bass The papers are starting to slag us Pete Waterman’s insults are just beginning to rag us The price of touring Brazil's a cost we just can't fulfil It's more than we can really incur But whatever happens next at least we got our good old Sinister :-) (proper lyrics can be found at http://www.mathematik.uni-ulm.de/paul/lyrics/mamasandpapas/creequ~1.html) __________________________________________________ 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 zcraw96 at xxx.uk Thu Jan 31 15:19:11 2002 From: zcraw96 at xxx.uk (Christina McDermott) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 15:19:11 +0000 Subject: Sinister: One day my lo-fi-duffle-coated prince will come... Message-ID: <3.0.6.32.20020131151911.00875d80@pop-server.ucl.ac.uk> See this? :D This is the symbol for me grinning from ear to ear like a total idiot. I'm happy you see. In fact, I think I'm the happiest little cola-cube this side of the M1. I don't know how long this is going to last before some big foot comes stomping down on my five minutes of joy...but for now I'm so happy, I've been jumping up and down around my kitchen and singing along to bad songs on the radio and generally making my flatmates start to believe that I've finally lost what little is left of my sanity. So why the all the happiness? Especially when my last post was so pessimistic...well..let me start from the beginning. Last night there was a (very) mini-Sinister meet-up in my flat to wave James "Dancing-Hatchback" off before he went to Poland which involved Ben Apps and the aformentioned Hatchback invading my room with a bottle of vodka, a bottle of lemonade and two limes which is always a good thing in my opinion. And I have to say it was utterly lovely. Mr. Apps impressed me greatly with his drinks making abilities and made us all gag on overdoses of saccharine everytime the words "Rachel" and "Fruitloop" were mentioned, and sighing with big puppy-dog eyes looking whistfully into the future waiting for her to come to London. Me and Hatchabck giggled and listened to Broadcast and generally did what two kids who haven't seen each other in ages tend to do which involved getting all excited about little things, talking VERY FAST INDEED, wondering if Belle and Sebastian were going to play Edinburgh and planning our adventures for the weekend of the "Great Brighton Meet-up." Bless Hatchback, he was so excited about going to Poland, even though he couldn't really speak the language and didn't even know the name of the currency. However, it wasn't so funny when he laughed at me because I didn't know that you had to catch a ferry to go to Poland and your coach didn't just drive across the ocean. 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. The thing about life, (well, maybe our lives anyway) is there are times when you're in a certain place, or doing a certain thing...say like going to high school when you're fifteen every single day, or being stuck in the same old boring job for what may seem like years on end and it feels like you're going to be there forever. Time passes, but at the same time remains static because you know that in order to achieve anything else or do anything exotic or exciting you're going to have to do this one thing first, no matter how unpleasant it may be. So you go to school and do the same old thing, but you daydream about how you want your life to be. In my case, it was always getting out of Manchester and coming to live in London, having my own flat, writing for a newspaper, having lots of friends who cared about me and how I felt and were always there to go out or come round for a cup of tea, having an enviable CD collection and my own kettle and toaster (no honest). I always wanted what I've got now. And now I've got it, it's not that it's an anti-climax, because it's all just as lovely as I always imagined it to be. It's just...that there are times when it all doens't seem real. Every morning I wake up and just for a few seconds expect to be back in my blue bedroom in Manchester. But I'm not. I'm in London, and in Camden no less...the place I always wanted to run away to so I could live in The Good Mixer and seduce Menswear when I was twelve. So, sometimes my twelve year old self takes over and lets the nineteen year old self have a rest. Just this twelve year old is finally allowed to do all the things that she couldn't do before and she just goes slightly crazy and gets too drunk and dances a lot and giggles madly with her other reverted-back-to-the-age-of-twelve friends, like the Boy in the Tree. That's another example. He's just got a new flat and so calls me up on my mobile twenty times a day to let me hear the sound of his refridgerator that he's just got working, or the sound of him jumping on the bed. Or maybe just him running around the rooms like a maniac banging on the walls of every room which is his version of "a guided tour" to prove that he too has finally got what he's always wanted and can't believe it either. So maybe that's like Sinister. Some of us daydream about how we want our lives to be...and some of us have finally got what we wanted when we were wee, but can't believe it so run around like kids getting drunk and giggling and generally having the best time that a bunch of kids can have. That's our theory. And it made sense at the time. But maybe that was just the Tia Maria. So, lots of hugs, peanut butter toast and cups of tea later, I found all the bits and pieces that Hatchback couldn't find or just couldn't remember that he'd brought with him and Apple Lollipop in mouth and practically bursting from over-excitement, he bounded down the road to Poland and to his own little adventure...whilst I went to Uni and learnt about Montesquieu. Which is always fun. And then I went to check my email and lo and behold what did I see? BELLE AND SEBASTIAN TICKETS ON SALE!!! IN BOTH OF THE TOWNS WHERE I LIVE!!! (London and Manchester) YIPPEE!!! So, I've bought my Manchester ticket with money that I don't really have and will be buying my London ticket when money I've rightfully earned comes into my bank account tomorrow. So, the beaming grin on my face at the moment is providing light and heat for most of my corridor and I'm really quite happy now. So, before I leave, a few more things to say. a) Idleberry said something about how heroines should not just love sex, but love guitars and record players and have adventures with them. I thought that was wonderful. I don't have a guitar, but I have my clarinet which makes a wonderful noise when you blow it too hard and my record player is possibly the most beautiful thing I own and will ever own and it comes with it's own suitcase too so I can have adventures with it. You never know, maybe I will one day...(when it's bloody fixed because SOMEONE mentioning no names :) played 80s Fan on it too many times). b) Will Salt...you are a very wonderful and very brave person. If I ever meet you I will lend you my make-up and my size 10 1960s dresses so long as your shoulders fit into them and then proceed to give your pigtailed self a massive great hug. 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'm just a misunderstood cherubic hermit anyway. no one will ever find me." I hear you there sweety. Don't worry, someday our lo-fi-duffle-coated-floppy-haired princes will come. Until then, it's back to drooling over magazines and old pictures. *sigh* Is that everything? It better be...I have lecture in half an hour. Love and sparkles as always, 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 toadie291 at xxx.com Thu Jan 31 17:15:55 2002 From: toadie291 at xxx.com (toadie291 at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 09:15:55 -0800 Subject: Sinister: for those of y'all that wear fanny packs Message-ID: greetings and salutations from a very very snowy chicagoish. amazing. saturday and sunday it was 60 degrees. yesterday we got 11 inches of snow in 4 hours. i dont want to start any blasphemous rumours but i think that gods got a sick sense of humour and when i die i expect to find him laughing. he ehee. so here i sit catching up on emails i have been neglecting for weeks. archel mentioned in her post earlier that she was doing yogalates :o) i can relate. i alternate. one day with tai chi. one day yoga, one day pilates, one day the firefighters workout. good stuff. i do feel better though, esp with the tai chi. its very relaxing and uptight high strung people such as myself need such things. :o) ive spent the morning thus far downloading songs. god bless dsl :o) how will i spend the rest of the day? i may attempt to drive somewhere in colin...he is my car. i called him colin cuz hes green. duh! ah yes, how are y'all doing? to dirty vicar, sorry your cd wasnt all you hoped and/or thought it may be. i guess candle in the wind remixed and performed by kate bush just isnt everyones cup o' tea. amazing though it is :o) elise, you havent written back :o( you dont love me anymore. you dont bring me flowers anymore either, perhaps ill write a song about it today. ray ill write to you today. jim i hope you are toadie in madison...im sure youre just fine somehow :o) sean i hope your new abode is punk rock. adam hello, why cant i print things in OS? help me! enough of my shouts out :o) sorry bout that. i forgot where i was for a moment and imagined i was on TRL. dare i to dream? i was surprised pleasently the other day....i found out i have 4 list crushes! wow! i have had crushes on most people on the list what with you being so eloquent and the like. but me, i just babble. :o) aww thanks to my crushers...erm, that sounds sort of off-putting when phrased like that. hmm. ah well. my boss just called and i am to try to go to work because her boss is giving her a hard time for not being at work. wish me luck. oh yeah, dahling i hope all has worked out with you :o) love and cornpops to you all 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 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From whytey1982 at xxx.com Thu Jan 31 18:37:26 2002 From: whytey1982 at xxx.com (Alan Whyte) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 18:37:26 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Aunt Sadie's - BIG DAY OUT! (a sinister journey) Message-ID: Dear old Aunt Sadie (bless her) was traveling through paisley on her way to partick, to go shopping (she'd saved her pennies from making bacon scented candles). She got a taxxi into town and gave the driver a good tip. She was eating apples, though she liked oranges too, but the juice ran onto her lovely mittens. Glancing into the mirror, she thought about her appearance. Sadie was a vain girl. She liked pigtails a lot, but thought brown was a mistake, but might make people giggle. Despite being lovely it was the wrong shade, there was another brown she loved more. "You look lovely Dahling", the driver commented as he dropped her off. "Well it's gneissy you to say so" replied Sadie "I like your taxi by the way" she added, returning the compliment. The driver fancied her, but feared she may be the wrong girl for him, a bit of a workmaid, and so he gave a polite carsmile, before driving off. She arrived in town and idly picked berries and sweet tulips, before heading to the pet store. She looked at a turtle, a toad and a cute wiezzel, however Sadie was adventurous, what she really wanted was a lion. She loved all animals, but she had a passion for sheep today, though it could also have been a bear week. However, being the twee Godmother, her favourite creatures where foxes. She still liked her little black fox and the pinefox that lived with her. However, she also adored a certain pet ryan. At this point, some random thoughts came into her head. She thought about going into space. However being 82 years old the velocity would be too much, and the G's would probably kill her. Sadie sighed. "I could never be a spacekid", she thought. She wondered if there were shops in space. "Jetmarte - a Wallmart on the moon!" she exclaimed. This made her giggle :O> She left the pet store and went into a shop selling blankets. There was a lovely patchwork quilt, a paisley pattern she presumed, she liked it a great deal. Sadie then glanced at the price tag... "�250!, i'm not rich. or. am . i?" she pondered. Despite this Sadie was still tempted, because it looked really comfie. She left soon after that and headed into the sweetie shop. She bought some nice honey, as well as hobnobs, cola cubes, fruitloops, crackers, cornflakes and bread to make toast for breakfast. Sadie loved toast and marmite and all things sweet. As Sadie ate, she walked into the bakers. There were two, and both were nice. She bought a pie or two (one apple) and some pancakes. However, the baker shouted at her "OI! Ken Chu read?", which startled the dear old lady. Bewildered, she looked up at a sign saying "NO EATING IN THE BAKERY", which she thought was llwedicrous, but he was a bit of a maddie, so she didn't take any chances. He was petulant though, and Sadie wanted to give him a phatlip. She ran outside and still shaken, removed a half bottle of Smirnoff from her handbag, cause she's infamously a bit of a vodkabird. She mixed it with a few pop's and afterward needed the toilet. However, she quickly found one as there were lots of loo's around. Luckily enough she only needed a wee, and not a PooOOOooo as she'd expected. As she walked over there was a baby outside in a pram. Being a lovely old dear, she couldn't help but look into the pram and say "pookie-boo". This made the baby giggle. On the way home and after a lovely day, she listened to the Beatles, which helped her to relax. She put on her old favourites, "blue jay way" and "Lucy in the sky with diamonds." Danke for reading, (it's been a while) Alan 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 dangerous_mike at xxx.com Thu Jan 31 21:56:48 2002 From: dangerous_mike at xxx.com (Michael Grant) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 21:56:48 +0000 Subject: Sinister: recording birdsong, and other stories. Message-ID: ------------------------- careless talk costs lives ------------------------- i got myself a copy last week, and although this topic is a tad old now, i thought id just say what i think of it. it is very pretty. and the writing is on the whole quite good. it does focus on the music most of the time. BUT it is very self-referential. you cant quite read it as a mucis magazine. you're constantly reminded that 'this is careless talk costs lives. its written by everett true. i live in brighton. i know famous music types. we hate the nme.' it doesnt exactly spoil my enjoyment of the articles, but id rather it concentrated on being a good music magazine (which is it) rather than how crap the rest of the industry is, and how much better they think they are than it. ------------------ recording birdsong ------------------ i was listening to IWUTU the other day and when the bit with the birds singing in ILMC came up, 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. dont know why i thought of it, but it does seem like something i can imagine b&s doing. very twee. :o) ------- UK tour ------- yipee! :oD i've never been to the usher hall before. does anyone know if it's good? i have a couple of friends who went to see travis there in december, and they said it wasnt the best. but they were sitting up the back with all the ol' folk. i have ordered standing tickets, so it should be ok. i am a bit annoyed though. i didnt think they'd be playing uk dates, so i was wanting to make a holiday out of it and go see them play abroad. i like the idea of a few days in stockholm. but now i have no reason to justify spending more money i dont have. YAY! to b&s. BOO! to no holiday. this will be the fourth time ill have seen them in the space of a year (barrowlands in june(x2), qmu in dec), and i feel a bit greedy. there's people who wont have seen them at all, and that makes me feel bad. sorry. :o( -------------- london village -------------- i am travelling down to london village on the first weekend in march to visit a friend of mine. does anyone in that neck of the woods have any suggestions of things to do, places to visit, record shops to plunder? id be very appreciatave of any suggestions. also, if anyone would like to meet up for a beverage or two, id be happy to oblige. :o) i should be down from sat.02/03 til the monday or tuesday. ------- america ------- nobody (so far) seems to have taken particular offence to my comments. that pleases me. i meant no offence by it. well, not to any of you, that is. http://www.guardian.co.uk/comment/story/0,3604,642108,00.html is a very good comment on the speech, if anyone is still interested. on my final (honest!) point on this topic, id just like to say this whole 'not with us is against us' thing seems very mcarthy-esque. if anyone even questions the actions of america in this 'war', you're shouted down as that automatically commits you to being anti-american, un-democratic, condoning of sept.11th. etc. it wouldnt surprise me if the americans started rounding up anyone they deem 'un-american' and put them on trial, or even better, putting them in cages exposed to the elements, starving them off their senses, and denying them the right to a trial at all. in fact..... http://www.whitehouse.org/initiatives/patriot/index.asp _________________________________________________________________ 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 antipopconsortium at xxx.com Thu Jan 31 21:54:24 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 21:54:24 +0000 Subject: Sinister: seven sevens are forty nine Message-ID: Dear Sinister, Last nights rain prompted a hundred lonely poets in a hundred lonely garrets to tap out �the rain buffeted and lashed against the window� on their laptops, and then delete it � too trite, and though the rain seemed so fitting, so apt for last night, they felt it such an overused device, a clich� � something that had been overplayed by Hollywood and cheap novelists for decades. And that was half the problem � time, in all its guises was conspiring against them, for how could they compete with the generations of literature, with the words that had come before them? They wanted to create a new classicism; with all the baroque splendour of those cracked, leather bound tomes, of faded velvet and smoky-slick pavements, the streetlights reflected in the rain, but all that seemed so distant, seemed to belong to other people. What�s the point in nicotine stained net curtains if you can afford new ones? What�s the point in playing the warped vinyl when the CD sounds better, when laptops are more convenient than scratchy fountain pen? The poets wondered if their second hand suits and squalid bed sits really made them poets at all, or at least how often they slipped into playing he part of suffering artist, sneaking looks in mirrors as they passed, setting their gaze wistfully out of rain streaked windows, minds blank, laptops humming. How much of life becomes this filmic affectation, they ponder, how much do we live in the third person singular? And then they write because it�s raining, at night, when one should be writing � and then read it all back, sigh and shut the laptop down without saving. _____________________________________________________________________ Doing work experience, at some particularly grotty local newspaper (The Express and Star, serving West Bromwich mainly), a couple of years ago, taught me a lot I think, less about journalism than I would have liked � but a lot about office politics and stuff like that, and this I found much more interesting and entertaining than the drab, bland stories that went into the paper. I was even allowed to write a couple of such bland stories myself; and I learned that local journalism is much less about literary flair or creativity, but more with adapting whatever facts you have into the uniform style of the paper, which happened to be featureless dull-mongering. I�m sure all journalism isn�t like this, but not where I was. Not on a vaguely conservative local rag anyway. I don�t think the staff really took to me either, there were two other boys doing work experience that same week, one of them was the nephew of one of the reporters, and the other was a tall, ebullient sycophant who the staff all took to immediately. I was silently but speedily labelled as the sullen boy who tried to put jokes in his articles and didn�t look you in the eyes when you spoke to him. I was taken to the youth coroner�s court, which was as grim as it sounds. I hated it, but as I say, I did learn a lot, something about myself as well, which I thought was important. One of the things I was told to do when I arrived on the first day was to answer the phone if it rang and say �Hello, reporters�� fair enough you might think, and I was told how to transfer the calls to the other phones, since I probably wouldn�t be able to answer any of the inquiries put to me. I�m not very good on phones at the best of times really, and the system for transferring calls didn�t really function properly when I did it � it did when others tried it, but not for me. I swear that phone bore some irrational grudge against me; I just couldn�t work it properly at all. I came to dread its ring, because I couldn�t help whoever was calling, and I couldn�t put them into contact with someone who could � it was a lose/lose situation � what I tended to do was answer, listen to the callers question and say something along the lines of: �I�m not really sure about that one� I�ll put you through to someone who should be able to help�� and then I�d desperately try to key in the transfer call code which would inevitably fail, and the caller would be cut off. I�m not sure how the phone system worked exactly, but it seemed as though whenever a call was made to reporters it would be sent through to a random phone � so the person I had just cut off would, assuming an innocent glitch in the line, ring again and be connected to someone who actually worked for the paper, and could answer their query. That was my system for five long days. On the Friday, the last day of work experience, the hated phone rang, and after wishing spontaneous combustion on it and giving it my most evil of stares (which, to be fair, isn�t that evil), I picked it up, answering: �Hello, reporters�� with as much of an air of casual familiarity as I could muster � the bloke on the other end must have swallowed this routine, because without pausing he launched into this spiel about who he was and that he had a story which might be newsworthy and he gave me a quick summary of the story and then asked: �So do you think this has a chance of getting into the paper?� There was a pause. I didn�t know what to do; I couldn�t just say, �I�m not sure� I�ll put you through to someone who should be able to help�� no. I was in too deep, saying that would have made me sound completely inept, he�d just told me all the facts � and after my confident �hello� and the fact that I�d just let him talk for more than a minute without interrupting all conspired to mean that transferring the call would have bordered on rude really. And besides, I knew the story was newsworthy anyway, even a cursory glance over some of the crap I had seen written during the week told me that. The gist was that this guy was the music teacher at some struggling, what Alistair Campbell would have called �bog standard� comprehensive in West Bromwich; but instead of being the usual tale of poor funding and woe, the schools orchestra had actually just won a national music competition (admittedly a very low key one, but that isn�t the point), and the prize entailed a trip to play in a larger competition in Brazil somewhere. Brilliant. This is the stuff that local newspapers lap up; they love it � a classic 'rags to riches' story, sort of. The failing comp gaining something approximating glory � this would probably be worthy of a full page spread, perhaps the paper could send a photographer over to take snapshots of the grinning ensemble in front of the crumbling fa�ade of the ramshackle school buildings, a true triumph of ambition over adversity � working class heroes. Fantastic. This all swept across my mind in that pause. �Hello�?� he said �Sorry�� I said �Yes, I definitely think that�s newsworthy� could you give me a few more details?� Now I may not be a particularly effective or committed reporter, but if there�s one thing I am good at, it�s bullshit � because you see, I had no real intention of writing up this bloke�s story. This wasn�t out of cruelty, or any particular malice towards him, in fact I quite admired his sincerity and enthusiasm � but it just wasn�t possible. As I say, it was too late to transfer the call to someone else, it was also the last day on a work experience placement that I had hated from the start, and being the last half of the last day I probably wouldn�t have had time to type up such an article anyway. Plus I don�t think media coverage of this type of thing really glorifies the success of the schools at all, if anything it cheapens it. There was no way I was ever going to write his article, and as such, no way it would ever make the paper. With this in mind I listened attentively to the man as he rattled on about how they had won, what they had played and so on, and I played my part excellently � though with massive pangs of guilt, asking questions where appropriate, even asking him to repeat or spell difficult things, so that it appeared as though I was making notes. By the end I felt quite awful, but it was much too late to do anything. I had no notes to work from, and I couldn�t very well ask him to repeat the whole thing, we must have been on the phone for a good fifteen minutes � it was a good job none of the staff paid me any heed otherwise I could have been in big trouble. Then at the end he again asked: �So� do you think this�ll make the paper then?� and I replied, guilt stricken: �Well yeah, I definitely think so� I�ll write the story up, but obviously it�s not up to me if it goes in or not� so I can�t guarantee anything, but I can�t see why it wouldn�t.� all the time playing the part of the slick reporter that the innocent guy on the other end of the phone thought I was, and hating myself for it. We thanked each other and hung up. I looked over at the clock, there was about three quarters of an hour left of my work experience � not enough time to write up such a long story and get it checked by one of the staff (which I had to do before sending it) and everything I told myself. It just wouldn�t be possible. Three quarters of an hour later I said some rather indifferent goodbyes to the reporters, and to the two other work experience boys, and went off to catch the metro back into town. I�m still quite wary of phones to this day, and I do often wonder what happened to the teacher and his orchestra, maybe he phoned up the paper again a couple of days later, or a different paper even, and got his story. My get out clause probably removed any chances of him harbouring me ill will, because when he saw that the story wasn�t in the paper, he would almost certainly have blamed the editors for not including it, rather than the reporter (who incidentally he neglected to ask the name of, and wasn�t offered it). I certainly think that incident revealed a part of my character that I usually keep concealed, my capacity to spoil things that other people value � to lie callously and keep a straight face while doing it, all to save myself embarrassment, for convenience. _____________________________________________________________________ Sinister is becoming a kind of tawdry autobiography for me at the moment. This isn�t necessarily a good thing, but writing things like that down is cathartic I think. I�ve told people that story before, and mostly they just laugh � and it is funny, in a way, but very sad too. Anyway, on a more Belle and Sebastian related note, I neglected to either tape or listen to the live broadcast thingy a week or so ago (I�m behind I know, but I�ve been without internet over the weekend), so if anyone would be kind enough to do me a copy of the recording I�d be much obliged � email me off list if you�d like to do that. I�ll send you something lovely in return � if you like you can suggest a theme and I�ll make you a mixtape on said theme � so if you wanted, for example, the theme of �large animals� I�d probably have stuff like Japancakes �Elephants�, something by T-Rex, maybe The Flaming Lips� �This Here Giraffe�, stuff like that. See? I�ve really thought this through. Also, I just bought tickets for the London show� I think I�ll allow myself an exclamation mark for that. Yay! Cheers - Kieran p.s. Jesse, if you�re reading this, I haven�t spoken to you in ages, so if you want to, feel free to email. I�d mail you, but I don�t think I have your address. _________________________________________________________________ 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 amourfoubaby at xxx.com Thu Jan 31 22:29:35 2002 From: amourfoubaby at xxx.com (Stewie-Louie Ratatouille) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 22:29:35 +0000 Subject: No subject Message-ID: Having spent two otherwise useless hours reading posts, I feel inspired to become an active producer in the community (I will NOT be a lurker, I will NOT be a lurker). I have constructed this to be a kind of autobiographical meta-post (or, a self-indulgent post about posts) complete with academic chapter titles. Virtual Abjection: Me/Not Me Conflicts in Cyber Culture(s) Those of you who look to see who these messages come from may have guessed that my given name is not Stewie but probably Stewart. Though the name pretty much boxed me into a life of geeky academics, it has never caused any real trouble; that is, until now. Perhaps due to the fact that I have never heard the name Stewart used to identify someone besides myself, I am now filled with joyous expectation that someone has or is about to acknowledge me whenever I see Stewart, Stew or Stewie (Stew Dawg also works). So I was on a bit of an emotional roller coaster these past two hours as the name was mentioned quite often - producing expectation - yet never in reference to me - producing disappointment. 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? The Radical Body in Motion Mad props to Cay Cola-Cube for the Emma Goldman Signature. You've reminded me to get my own. Nation-state-ness as Performance: Utopian/Democratic Rhetoric, Distopian/Fascist Desire (This is a response to Mike's right-on rant.) When I was in the process of getting onto this list, I, like a good listee, read about the crush thing. My first thought was - I shit you not - "This is great!! I'll meet someone from Scotland, England or some other non-U.S.A. country and get married and, in addition to having the love I have always dreamed of, I will become a citizen of someplace besides this place." I don't want to make some sort of whinny argument about it, but if sides are being drawn in accordance to national boundaries (which, interestingly enough, are all but irrelevant to the corporations that are the biggest global terrorists) then I think I am in the wrong spot. Not that Afghanistan, Pakistan, the Philippines, Iraq or any other poor nation Bush is trying to annihilate seems better (or that Scotland, England etc. are totally innocent) it just really pisses me off that this blood thirsty cow boy takes his (highly questionable) election as a mandate to speak for everyone and does so like we all agree. Please don't think we do and please, someone, marry me soon. Anyone from Sweden? I'm a great kisser and I have a Volvo and an Ikea ... uh ... catalog ... uh ... somewhere ... Well, now I'm all flustered which should make class interesting. Take care and if you can't be good, be good at it. 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 snowyminor at xxx.com Thu Jan 31 23:00:32 2002 From: snowyminor at xxx.com (michelle ruiz) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 15:00:32 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: le pastie de la bougainvillaea Message-ID: <20020131230032.59709.qmail@web11707.mail.yahoo.com> and how are we feeling today A computer at our uni labs had a wallpaper on it that said 'Experience it yourself! DUBAI' The picture was very pretty but I didn't know where Dubai was. So like a good girl I decided to research it. So for those who were unaware like myself... I give you ~DUBAI~ - 2nd largest city in the United Arab Emirates (UAE), not the capital -is also known as 'the city of merchants' - their currency is the dirham -temps can range from 10.5 C/50 F to 48 C/118 F -they have a beautiful red flowering tree there called the bougainvillaea. (no, I can't say it either.) - their version of the gondola is called an Abra. - they have amazing modern architecture that is modeled after Bedouin tents.(I've seen pictures and oh it's nice) - a dessert specialty they have is called Mehalabiya, which is pudding topped with pistachios and rose water. (sounds divine to me) - Dubai Zoo has the world's only captive colony of breeding Socotra Cormorants (Save the Cormorant!) So there you have it. Won't your friends be so impressed at your new knowledge! I hope so. And tell them I say hi. Yes, Chicago is covered in snow right now. People are making a big commotion over it. I don't see why, it's Winter-it snows. I keep thinking of that nick cave song where he sounds like he's about to have a heart attack saying 'we're under fifteen feet of pure white snow!!!!!!' or something like that. Really nick, calm down. I sort of missed the snow. Nature can change the scenery of the entire city in one night, which is pretty amazing when you look at the big powdered sugary picture. Everything seems quiet, too, when it's covered in snow. Something busy can be hushed by snow. Snow is good. (except of course if you're a caucasian rapper.) experience it yourself xx michelle xx http://www.dubaicityguide.com __________________________________________________ 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 dirtyvicar at xxx.net Thu Jan 31 23:47:23 2002 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 23:47:23 +0000 Subject: Sinister: my amazingly strange life Message-ID: Last weekend I went to the soi-disant Southern Capital of this fine country to hang out with friends and indulge my secret boardgaming vice. Imagine my surprise, therefore, when I went to the the Students Union bar there only to find it full of bellowing gamers fighting to place bids in an auction. But perhaps you would have too, if you had been there and seen what was on offer, for this seemed to be some kind of slave auction type thing, and being auctioned as a job lot were three lovely ladies, ready, able & willing to be your slaves for a day. It was like falling through a dimensional portal into some kind of sideways universe of extreme weirdness. Amusingly, as the bidding went higher, the ladies got more excited and jumped up and down, driving bidding ever higher. I cursed the luck that made me leave my chequebook in the Vicarage. Meanwhile, I notice that popular band Belle & Sebastian are playing concerts in the United Kingdom, and in Sweden and Denmark. I'm contemplating flying over to see them but it wasn't very long ago at all that I saw them last. And they are playing a bit too close to the fab All Tomorrow's Parties festival, and I'm not really going to fly away for musical things three times this year. Certainly not to the stinky non Euro zone united kingdom, they'll get enough of my money at Glarsters and Bowlie, they're not getting me over to see B&S again this year. So there's nothing for it - B&S are coming to Dublin to play the Ambassador. The Dirty Vicar commands it. I've enjoyed a great many of your posts. I especially liked Kyla Schuller's post about her great uncle. It made me think about my old relatives, about being old, and about the likelihood of one day being very old and ill and stuff. A great uncle of mine died last year, and before hand I went to visit him in hospital with my Dad. I hadn't seen him for years and was never really that close to him, but he seemed happy enough to see me. It must be strange being very old and ill, suddenly relatives you haven't seen in years start showing up. I bet that's when you know you're in trouble, or maybe it never really registers like that because you're so whacked on medication and stuff. I'm sorry if my ramblings on this topic have brought back unhappy memories for anyone who has lost someone in those kind of circumstances. I also loved Kyla's image of her great uncle seeing nuclear explosions lighting up the sky. And Gneissy's post was very gneiss. I heart symbol Gneissy. I notice people have started talking about George W. Bush again. It's funny Ms Playforth mentioning Yoga and Pilates. I am currently K*N*A*C*K*E*R*E*D as a result of my yoga class of earlier this evening. So I think it's time for tubby bye byes. I think I had a lot of other fascinating things to say, but I forget them all, so I'm going to post this now and go to bed. yawn DV +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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