From theres_too_much_love at xxx.com Mon Jul 1 00:26:34 2002 From: theres_too_much_love at xxx.com (michael grant) Date: Sun, 30 Jun 2002 23:26:34 +0000 Subject: Sinister: sorry Message-ID: sorry for the short post, but b&s on BBC2 now! glastonbury footage. now! michael.xx "get out of your apartment. meet a member of the opposite sex. stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. quit your job. start a fight. prove your alive. if you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic." - tyler durden. _________________________________________________________________ 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 terryunderwear at xxx.com Mon Jul 1 11:21:13 2002 From: terryunderwear at xxx.com (terry underwear) Date: Mon, 01 Jul 2002 17:21:13 +0700 Subject: Sinister: a recipe tree rarely starved Message-ID: Hello, if anyone missed it a couple of weeks ago, here is the proposed format for my recipe tree idea . the names of all the people in/on the recipe tree will be placed in a circle, and a wooden spoon will be spun*. whoever it points too has to kiss me**. after that, they have to email me at least two recipes (more if you are keen). i will then forward them on to everyone in/on the recipe tree. you can send in recipes for main meals, cakes, biscuits, pastries,chocolate body paint with sprinkles, homemade muesli, anything you like really (i think i read somewhere that mr murdoch used to make his own muesli. prizes to anyone who sends in struarm's muesli recipe). BUT AT LEAST ONE of your recipes must be vegetarian. And also, your recipes must be accompanied by a musical quote concerning food &/or drink. For example: "Nice day for a sulk The girl smells of milk Her horsey teeth explode around us And we run for cover she found us In the cheapo bar with a bag of chips" there are no more rules. some very lovely people have offered to do covers so you can make your very own sinister cookbook. i'm not sure how i'll get the covers to everyone but i'm sure i'll think of something. if you have not yet registered your interest please do so promptly (offlist) because the sinister wooden spoon will be spun soon. have a nice day terry *this may not actually occur. **this probably won't occur either. ____________________________________________________________ Win a first-class trip to New Orleans and vacation Elvis Style!. 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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 brianraindogs at xxx.com Mon Jul 1 12:53:55 2002 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Mon, 01 Jul 2002 11:53:55 +0000 Subject: Sinister: FREE GIG TICKET FOR TUTS TOMORROW!! (IT'S A CONN JOB!) Message-ID: I have (due to unforseen circumstances) a spare ticket to see the wonderful BOBBY CONN. Tomorrow night at King Tuts. Now I shall give my spare away FREE, GRATIS for EFFALL!!! ( well maybe a pint or two ;-) To any sinister person in Glasgow taht wants it. You can have it! Please let me know cheers brian p.s- I shall annnounce teh results of the bobby bingo tomorrow morning! _________________________________________________________________ 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 williamthebloody at xxx.com Mon Jul 1 15:45:17 2002 From: williamthebloody at xxx.com (Spike) Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2002 07:45:17 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: sorry Message-ID: <20020701144518.559483ECC@sitemail.everyone.net> An embedded and charset-unspecified text was scrubbed... Name: not available URL: From g.lynch at xxx.com Mon Jul 1 19:21:26 2002 From: g.lynch at xxx.com (Grainne Lynch) Date: Mon, 01 Jul 2002 18:21:26 0000 Subject: Sinister: smile while you're head explodes Message-ID: This time last year I was looking forward to the gig in Ipswich, the last night of the summer tour. Six months ago the memory of the Belfast gig was still fresh in my mind. I feel like it's time I saw Belle and Sebastian rocking out on stage again, but that's not going to happen. Instead I had that little snippet of the Glastonbury gig on the telly last night. What is it about this band that has sitting on the floor in front of the television at 12.30 at night, when everyone else is in bed? I think it might have something to be with Stuart Murdoch's big brown eyes. Of course, it probably has something to do with the beautiful songs as well. I like Storytelling. I like the sweet and light instrumentals, but I prefer the songs with words. A big part of why Belle and Sebastian captivate me is the lyrics. If I put on a CD and start doing something else - reading, writing, dreaming - my mind will be bought back to the music when a random line catches my attention. Like little pieces of poetry, they capture my imagination. And I like that. My Wandering Days are Over is still one of my favourite songs. I am gradually accepting the fact that the band are not going to play at Witnness (a much smaller version of Glastonbury, a two-day festival in Meath). I think they are holding a grudge against the Republic of Ireland. Maybe because of the last Dublin gig. It seems like they play everywhere else expect here and it's just not fair. It's not like we're on the other side of the world. I'm only half-serious. I know they haven't actually played everywhere but here. More than likely it's just too dear to come to Ireland. I heard a report on the radio last week. They were comparing prices in Ireland and St Tropez. Ireland was more expensive. (I feel like I should apologise quickly. I don't want to incur the wrath of Neil Robertson!) I hope you are all enjoying picnics, pubnics and others. I hope poor Idleberry feels better soon. I missed the last two Dublin meet-ups and feel suitably guilty. It doesn't mean I don't love you all. I do. Gr�inne. ____________________________________________________________ Win a first-class trip to New Orleans and vacation Elvis Style!. Enter NOW! http://r.lycos.com/r/sagel_mail/http://www.elvis.lycos.com/sweepstakes/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From anakin_sky at xxx.net Mon Jul 1 20:28:53 2002 From: anakin_sky at xxx.net (anakin_sky at xxx.net) Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2002 21:28:53 +0200 (MEST) Subject: Sinister: stop crying your heart out Message-ID: <19164.1025551733@www52.gmx.net> hello people, i feel like expressing my opinion about isobel´s exit from the band. apart from her cello genius i think isobel has sung some of belle and sebastian´s most beautiful songs, my personal favourite is "waiting for the moon to rise". true, she didn´t have a professional singing voice, but i think her voice was unique, it added to the specialness of the band. i will certainly miss her, and i´m really glad that i have seen the band at least once before she left, which was in rotterdam in april, and which was truly wonderful. however, isobel´s constant depressive appearance got on my nerves, it was especially visible at the rotterdam gig, when the rest of the band was in excellent form and really funny, and she just stood there and looked like she was going to die. this is probably unfair, though, as most people here, i suppose, know how it feels to be depressed and not be able to find a way out. sometimes you just can´t help it, you fuck up other people´s good mood and cool times because you feel so shit. you are completely obsessed with yourself in that moment, you´re totally unable to pull yourself together for the sake of everyone else. i know this is crap behaviour, but as i said, sometimes you just can´t help it although you should. i know i mentioned austin before, but at the moment i am completely obsessed with texan bands, or actually american indie bands in general. originally i am very british-based concerning guitar music, so i´m just discovering all that stuff from labels like tigerstyle, temporary residence, and better looking. that explosions in the sky album is just one of the most head-fucking, mind-blowing, destroying pieces of music, and they will come to europe in autumn! they will play in germany in october though, and i´m moving to manchester in september, but, thank god, they´ll be in birmingham on 11 september (what a date, and with THAT name!), and in leeds september 16. i´ll be there. definitely. the american analog set, and tristeza, both on tigerstyle, they are also my favourites. saw tristeza in april, and amanset just 2 weeks ago, both incredible gigs, and incredible nice people, especially amanset. yes. nothing more to say, i think. apart from this: what happened to astrid from sweden, you still around? on the list i mean? i hope you are all fine, also isobel... love, anne. ps: i guess most people didn´t give a fuck about germany in the world cup, but i was really sad yesterday. they have played well, though, really... -- GMX - Die Kommunikationsplattform im Internet. http://www.gmx.net +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From anakin_sky at xxx.net Mon Jul 1 20:36:55 2002 From: anakin_sky at xxx.net (anakin_sky at xxx.net) Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2002 21:36:55 +0200 (MEST) Subject: Sinister: Fwd: stop crying your heart out References: <19164.1025551733@www52.gmx.net> Message-ID: <11097.1025552215@www59.gmx.net> --- Weitergeleitete Nachricht / Forwarded Message --- Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2002 21:28:53 +0200 (MEST) From: anakin_sky at xxx.net To: sinister at missprint.org Subject: stop crying your heart out > hello people, > > i feel like expressing my opinion about isobel´s exit from the band. > apart from her cello genius i think isobel has sung some of belle and > sebastian´s most beautiful songs, my personal favourite is "waiting for > the moon to > rise". true, she didn´t have a professional singing voice, but i think her > voice > was unique, it added to the specialness of the band. i will certainly miss > her, and i´m really glad that i have seen the band at least once before > she > left, which was in rotterdam in april, and which was truly wonderful. > however, > isobel´s constant depressive appearance got on my nerves, it was > especially > visible at the rotterdam gig, when the rest of the band was in excellent > form > and really funny, and she just stood there and looked like she was going > to > die. this is probably unfair, though, as most people here, i suppose, know > how > it feels to be depressed and not be able to find a way out. sometimes you > just can´t help it, you fuck up other people´s good mood and cool times > because > you feel so shit. you are completely obsessed with yourself in that > moment, > you´re totally unable to pull yourself together for the sake of everyone > else. i know this is crap behaviour, but as i said, sometimes you just > can´t help > it although you should. > > i know i mentioned austin before, but at the moment i am completely > obsessed with texan bands, or actually american indie bands in general. > originally i am very british-based concerning guitar music, so i´m just > discovering > all that stuff from labels like tigerstyle, temporary residence, and > better > looking. that explosions in the sky album is just one of the most > head-fucking, > mind-blowing, destroying pieces of music, and they will come to europe in > autumn! they will play in germany in october though, and i´m moving to > manchester in september, but, thank god, they´ll be in birmingham on 11 > september > (what a date, and with THAT name!), and in leeds september 16. i´ll be > there. > definitely. > the american analog set, and tristeza, both on tigerstyle, they are also > my > favourites. saw tristeza in april, and amanset just 2 weeks ago, both > incredible gigs, and incredible nice people, especially amanset. > > yes. nothing more to say, i think. apart from this: what happened to > astrid from sweden, you still around? on the list i mean? > > i hope you are all fine, also isobel... > love, anne. > > ps: i guess most people didn´t give a fuck about germany in the world cup, > but i was really sad yesterday. they have played well, though, really... > > > > -- > GMX - Die Kommunikationsplattform im Internet. > http://www.gmx.net > > -- GMX - Die Kommunikationsplattform im Internet. http://www.gmx.net +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Mon Jul 1 21:42:17 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 01 Jul 2002 20:42:17 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Like Denilson in the movies Message-ID: Hello sinister! Long time no see.. I hope everyone is doing great. I'm doing reasonably superb actually! Except maybe I'm a little bit hungry, because I haven't eaten yet. I was very excited earlier because I bought a 7 day unlimited internet pass at an Internet cafe, and so I thought I'd sit here for as long as possible. I think it has been few hours now. Just thought I'd comment.. anakin_sky said: >apart from her cello genius i think isobel has sung some of belle and >sebastian�s most beautiful songs, my personal favourite is "waiting for the >moon to rise". I am afraid that the reason why Mark C and Lucy A didn't piss their pants off laughing during B&S's performance of "waiting for the moon to rise" was because the song is not in fact sung by Isobel at all, but rather the lovely violinist Sarah Martin. I liked Isobel's singing of is it wicked not to care, but who cares about me. Well I do but that's only because I see myself in the mirror a lot and I'm easily sold on looks. Speaking of looks, why has nobody ever mentioned that Ben Apps looks exactly like Stuart Murdoch? I miss the boy already, I hope Rachel Fruitloop's been looking after him. In other news.. I live in London now!! I'm great! Woo! Without sounding like Jason Cockrain.. are there any girls in London who wants to date me? I'm quite scrumptious and filling you know, a bit like a cheese sandwich. Speaking of which, I really should go eat before I pass out. Food and Red Bulls! Ken P.S.: Did anyone watch the World Cup final? Did you see DENILSON doing a DENILSON IMPRESSION right at the end?!?! Oh my God.. P.S.2.: I have an interview tomorrow! Wish me luck (thought it's only with a temp agency so it's quite easy) Gamecube: Oops almost forgot.. TITS WANK ARSE TOSSER HJ OI LT E X-box: Anyone in London fancy bowling again soon? Send me an e-mail if you live in London, and likes bowling. _________________________________________________________________ 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 anakin_sky at xxx.net Mon Jul 1 23:34:09 2002 From: anakin_sky at xxx.net (anakin_sky at xxx.net) Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 00:34:09 +0200 (MEST) Subject: Sinister: X-Priority: 3 (Normal) Message-ID: <9606.1025562849@www7.gmx.net> so sorry... and embarrassed... hmm... can i still remain on the list after outing myself as a complete idiot concerning b&s? -- GMX - Die Kommunikationsplattform im Internet. http://www.gmx.net +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rondillon at xxx.com Mon Jul 1 23:34:44 2002 From: rondillon at xxx.com (Ron Dillon) Date: Mon, 01 Jul 2002 15:34:44 -0700 Subject: Sinister: Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy.... Message-ID: <20020701223444.BUUN11774.mta07.onebox.com@onebox.com> Ok, so I've been waiting to be able to say Hullo to you all and nowthat I finally can, I'm at a loss for something to say. Erm.... WELL! I'm not in Scotland. Hell, I'm not even in Europe. I'm in bee-yoo-tee-ful California and figgered I'd say howdy to other B&S admirers. Ok, with that said.... I shall go now until I have something interesting to say. All the best! Ronnie +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Jul 2 01:39:37 2002 From: blind_lisa at xxx.com (Rachel fruitloop) Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2002 17:39:37 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: I'm not what I KEN be, I need a CHU love... Message-ID: <20020702003937.23149.qmail@web40303.mail.yahoo.com> HELLO SINISTER! First off, I'd like to say crap, hell, doody, boob on a shingle. No reason. Secondly, I'd like to do a little REPORTING BACK on the events of the SIMIster picnic here in the lovely city of Simi Valley CA on Saturday. Just a little background, Simi Valley is neslted lovingly in some mountains about, oh, 40 miles north of Los Angeles, and is the home of the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library. The simplest way to describe this town where I was raised (and grudgingly returned to live) is crap hell doody boob on a shingle. What a great place for a picnic, though! Those in attendance were myself and Mr.Ben Apps. We started out in the morning like we do every morning with poor Ben trying to drag my comatose ass out of bed. "get up and make the goddamned sandwiches!" he shouted as he whacked me on the backside. Not really, but that would be funny. We packed up Ben's rucksack with a bed sheet and the aforementioned sandwiches, as well as a container of very fruity sangria and other random foodstuffs that make a summer picnic swell (i.e. potato chips and melon). I think it would have been cooler (as in totally tubular dude, not temperature-wise) if we packed our food in a red polka-dotted bandana tied up on a stick for a handle to sling over one shoulder. But instead, we wore some hats as it was the fashion of the time, and Ben's was actually the one he bought in Brighton a few months back when Mark Casarotto fell in the sea. (dude, that hat is SOOOOOO February 2002!) I wore a hat that Ben got from his bro, Mr. Will Haigh. Which actually didn't match my outfit at all, but considering I was wearing a pink sun dress over blue jeans and that my hair is bright aqua, the hat is the least of my fashion faux pas, ya know! :) A SIMIster picnic just wouldn't be a picnic without walking. YES walking. You see, in Simi Valley, you only walk if A. you are not old enough to drive, or B. you have a DUI and will have your hiney thrown in jail if you're caught driving. Usually it's the latter. But walking is a necessity when venturing out for a picnic because if you are like me, it probably means that you'll drive a mile for fried foods at any given moment. This is a perfect opportunity to cut down on your parklife, mate. ahem. Ben whistled Storytelling nearly the whole way there and I couldn't remember the lyrics so I just kept saying "crap hell doody boob on a shingle" to the tune over and over again in my head. Not really, but I should have. I just hummed along. I have to say that I think that Storytelling is really good. Now, I definitely wouldn't say it's my favorite B&S album, but I enjoy it immensely and it's so lovely to listen to on a hot and lazy summer afternoon, lounging on your bed in front of a fan while someone (such as your fianc�) does the washing up. Scooby Driver is my favorite, I think. And like my favorite song on TWATTYBUS, Simple Things, it's also so short it could have been an accident. What gives? Back to THE PICNIC!!! After walking a mile and a half, we arrived at the grounds of the municipal park called Rancho. There was a nice shady tree under which we spread out the sheet and broke out the booze. We were positioned nicely away from the crowds of families and yet still had a good view of the man-made pond and the glorious view of little children being chased by/chasing the ducks and people sitting around pretending to be fishing, as if you could catch anything (besides dysentery) in that murky green water. A father urged his daughter to throw things at an ugly goose. How very SIMI VALLEY of him! That's probably why the majority of children who walked by our blanket tugged at their parents' sleeves and gave us dirty looks. "Dad that goose had blue hair, can we throw shit at her too?" No honey, that goose can press charges. It's funny cos when I was in high school this was just the reaction I wanted, but now I just can't be bothered. So I went back to snogging Ben Apps who is cuter than Stuart Murdoch, and hotter than Simi Valley asphalt on a summer day. Ken Chu said that Ben Apps looks like Stuart Murdoch, which is funny since Ken Chu looks so much like Chris "Beans" Geddes, and my fanny looks so much like Isobel's. Actually, I think if you combined Ben and James the Dancing Hatchback, the result would be pretty close to Stuart Murdoch. And if the two ever wanted to embark on such a project, I'd love to watch! (ohmygod that's DIRTY! Crap hell doody boob on a shingle!) The picnic ended with a nice walk around the duck pond and a thought that we should have brought a guitar or a football. But we had to get back home anyway so we headed that way, and I got really sunburned on my shoulders and back. Next, we got our swimming attire. Then we headed over to my friend Tina's POOL PARTY in Van Nuys that was less sinister and more like 5 girls in bikinis, me in my old lady bathing suit, and Ben thrown in for good measure. I didn't wear a bikini cos my "I heart poo" tattoo on my gigantic Isobel ass might show, and you can imagine how fucking cool that would be! Ohmygod, I cursed! Crap hell doody boob on a shingle! Hugs and summer lovin' to you all! love, Rachel fruitloop P.S. For those Californians out there who are interested, BAppsy and I are trying to devise plans for L.A. and San Fran Sinister picnics sometime in the next month! You game? __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! - Official partner of 2002 FIFA World Cup http://fifaworldcup.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 beiaardhorse at xxx.com Tue Jul 2 03:15:19 2002 From: beiaardhorse at xxx.com (Aruni J) Date: Mon, 01 Jul 2002 22:15:19 -0400 Subject: Sinister: the US tape twee (and me) Message-ID: It's been a rough couple of weeks, sinister. I seem to have survived a year of med school, a month of scorching heat, a week of killer finals, and a night of hellish travel on which it seemed the gods themselves wanted to keep me from getting home (including waiting an hour for a flight attendant to arrive on another delayed flight, and being _parked_ on the highway for 3.5 hours on the half-hour drive to my boyfriend's place. I kid you not). Where was I? Oh yeah, sturm und drang. Various family tragedies are brewing, and my body seems to be reacting to the comforts of home by becoming ill. I don't really mean to kvetch, but those are my excuses for not being more, er, proactive about the US tape trade (details below). Take 'em or leave 'em. I don't have much to say on the subject of Storytelling. Put me down as...cautiously optimistic. Just kidding, I really like it. I wish I could say that I can objectively evaluate B&S releases and things of that nature, but I'm a bit too far gone for that. I'll grant that all the songs are too short, and hope that this doesn't become a trend (who else was disappointed that the vocals on Marx & Engels lasted less than 2 min.? Um, was anyone else counting?). I've been listening to "Wandering Alone" nonstop lately, and does it strike anyone else that Stevie's singing has improved remarkably from whenever that was recorded? I thought it was loads better in NYC. (Here, I think, would be an appropriate place to make a mischievous comment about B&S and NYC and possibly the Kyoto Treaty, but I'm too scared of Neil.) **not a tree, not yet a circle** So...about 10 people have responded to me with interest in a US tape trade. I think it's enough to get going, but I'll leave it open for a few more days. Reply to me by July 7 if you want in on the first round. Colin was kind enough to explain to me the workings of the tape trade, and since several of you have asked me, I'll summarize. Basically, each person makes one mix tape/CD (minimal effort!), and sends it to the next person in the circle. When you get the tape from the person before you, you listen to it, commune with it, interpret its hidden meaning(s), decide whether you like it, and, if so, copy it. After a couple of weeks, you send on *the original* tape that you received, and get a new original from the person before you. If we have 20+ people in the group, it should keep us going for the better part of a year! For those of you who are busy now but would like to join later, just email me when you want in--that shouldn't be a problem. And thank you to everyone who volunteered to help set things up. In a couple of months I'll be quite busy and I'll gladly hand it off to you. 8^) If anyone has a better idea of how to set up the trade, please let me know. ~Aruni P.S. For those of you with too much time on your hands: www.dancingbush.com and www.emotioneric.com P.P.S. P.P.S.'s are the new P.S.'s. P.P.P.S. I just read Rachel Fruitl**p's post, and its gratuitous obscenities reminded me of the immortal words of Bart Simpson on the castaway life: "It'll be like Swiss Family Robinson, only with more cursing. We're gonna live like kings! Damn hell ass kings!" Here's to long weekends with long-distance boyfriends. :) _________________________________________________________________ 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 Tue Jul 2 09:37:23 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 09:37:23 +0100 (GMT Daylight Time) Subject: Sinister: she spoke in dialect i could not understand Message-ID: it was wonderful to read la fruitloop's report back from the pre-nuptial SIMIster picnic - we are all missing mr bapps i'm sure and it's good to hear that he's being treated well, snogging, washing up and generally slaving for his aqua-haired fiancee WHICH IS JUST HOW IT SHOULD BE! i was momentarily concerned to hear that rachel's fanny looks like isobel's, then i remembered that she is american, dude, so it isn't nearly such a strange thing to reveal... it is raining here again. but my friend anna just emailed from her new home in tenerife to say that they've had 5 cloudy days in a row, so HA! meanwhile, my sister is going to puerto rico soon. my boss is in spain. and i am going nowhere, waiting for the pay to rise as sarah martin might have sung but didn't. i attempted to rent 'storytelling' last night but the other solondz fans in brighton were too quick for me. we watched 'hurly burly' instead, which is rather good in a wordy, mamet-esque sort of way. so i'm ashamed to admit that i fell asleep on the sofa at 9.30pm, waking up with bits of haribo sour mix stuck to my face and a horrible lingering smell of curry. i am living a dissolute and tragic life, you know. however, as i write my mother should be negotiating the purchase of a lovely sparkling new washing machine for my lovely sparkling new flat. so maybe it's not too late for me to turn it all around and stride through existence in crisp cotton shirts, free from stains of any description. i'm sure there is something about launderettes that drags people down, and if you're not a fan of marx or engels then what are you supposed to do while you wait for your spin cycle to finish? i haven't been to glastonbury, or glasgow, or anywhere else beginning with 'g' that could provide some interesting Content, so perhaps i'd better stop. luv archel xxx ps. a picnic? in london? on saturday? with MY reputation? pps. i wonder if in a few days time they will discover a thin and wasted version of ken chu in an internet cafe somewhere in london, fingers seized up over the keyboard, having lived on nothing but red bull and smut for a week... ****************** http://archel.blogspot.com 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 brianraindogs at xxx.com Tue Jul 2 10:04:51 2002 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Tue, 02 Jul 2002 09:04:51 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Exploding Telly Syndrome Message-ID: I'm in shock!!! No really, I'm totally numb here . . . I'd betetr explain I have just switched the power back on in the house. I got up about 40 mins ago and made a coffee, sat down with the paper and my hot mud . . . Switched on the television set to catch the news . . . BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!! The fucker blew up! There is glass all over the floor! A big huge scorch mark up the back of the fucking wall (and I just papered in here last month!) and well chaos. I'm sitting here smoking a cigarette and thinking 'Why me?!' Ach well the insurance shall pay for a new one! I wonder why it decided to end it all? I suppose there isn't a samaritans service for depressed electrical appliances. It coulda talked it over . . . Ach well looks like for the moment I'm gonna have to make my entertainment. (Like 'The Broons'!) So it's going to be putting a sheet on the walla and making wee shadow puppets. (Is it just me or does anyone else agree that Dudley. D. Watkins was an underrated genius?- Mind you Bud Neil and Lobey Dosser is class as well) Ach well if anybody still wants a free ticket for the the Thrill Jockey Records, Recording Artiste MR BOBBY CONN who is playing tonight at King tuts let me know. The response has been underwhelming. (So i musta made a real arse of myself at brel on thursday. So apologies, just nervous!) And I'm babbling here! fuck! fuck! the telly!!!!!!!! arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! going mad as he's gonnae miss such televisual gems as 'trisha' and 'guess my arsehole' brian ;) _________________________________________________________________ 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 snowy_theband at xxx.com Tue Jul 2 10:40:33 2002 From: snowy_theband at xxx.com (snowy .) Date: Tue, 02 Jul 2002 09:40:33 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Take your chickenpox and shove it (sorry!) Message-ID: Hello everyone. I've been silent and lurking for ages now, but news of my death was just wishful thinking *GRIN* I have a cold coming on, and too much work, and a child with chickenpox, and huge debts, and an offer of free recording time but not a whole line up to do it, and I feel like everyday I just waste more time. So, being quite a pragmatic person, as well as quite driven when the mood takes me, I'm trying to tackle them. Not much I can do about the cold except rest (probably means easing up on the work front if possible) and maybe eat lots of garlic and ginger. I'm looking for a new job. The chickenpox will go, but it's hard seeing her feeling so rough and being frustrated. I'm finally starting to clear my debts and they'll probably seem like nothing in a few months. So, the other things, which are surely linked, are the issues which are really bugging me. Because I've been skint for ages I haven't had money to replace musical things which have broken (mainly my amp). So, as things have sat in the corner of my bedroom gathering dust, my attitude had done likewise. So I've been sitting, watching telly, feeling tired and jaded, and thinking "I'll dust myself off tomorrow". I'll still not be able to afford a new amp, or to repair the old one, for at least a month. But I have started to think that even just recording a few new things into a tape recorder, playing my battered acoustic guitar is better than sitting still. MAybe a change in attitude will result in a fairy tale ending and great fortune will fall into my lap. Or maybe not. I'll let you know if positive thinking really works. PICNIC: I'm hoping to make it along to the Primose Hill picnic on July 13th. I'll have my daughter with me, but she's an ace laugh. She has (some) great taste in music, she can join in the rude conversations, and she loves DUCK, DUCK GOOSE! Take care. P 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 Daf_Moore at xxx.com Tue Jul 2 09:58:11 2002 From: Daf_Moore at xxx.com (David Moore) Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 09:58:11 +0100 Subject: Sinister: X-Priority: 3 (Normal) Message-ID: <000001c221a7$4bd4fda0$b08901d5@oemcomputer> Hi Anne, "so sorry... and embarrassed... hmm... can i still remain on the list after outing myself as a complete idiot concerning b&s?" Don't worry about this. You're not the first person to make this mistake & you certainly won't be the last. Its not as if the information as to who sings what is on the CD's or anything. And you've only had the opportunity to see the band on stage once. Its a very positive thing really - just think, the person who sings one of your favourite Belle And Sebastian songs is STILL in the band. And the next time you see them live, you'll get to hear her sing even more parts than you would have done before. Love, David 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 Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk Tue Jul 2 13:09:12 2002 From: Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk (Gardiner, Stuart) Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 13:09:12 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Idleberry's Fear Of The Pollen Count Message-ID: <579C0CAF497CD511AD4D00508BBD7AAC641AC4@pikachu.ntu.ac.uk> There's been a distinct lack of Reporting Back from Glasto so far. Maybe everyone who went is still stuck in the traffic jams on their way home. Four hours to get out of the car park anyone? Of course, they were fantastic, all the people at the front had been standing there for hours to get a good view and knew all the words, and all the people at the back couldn't see a bloody thing. I wasn't there (money reasons), but some things are very predictable. And at least one person will write about how their view was blocked by an idiot in a jester's hat. What we all want to know isn't the setlist; did B&S stay in tents? Or did they stay in a posh hotel and get a helicopter in for the day? Since I tend to stay in hotels which are more likely to have cockroaches on the pillow than a complimentary mint, I hope they roughed it. If only so that the NME can make bad jokes about B&S being camp. Last year, they fulfilled a life's ambition by playing at the Royal Albert Hall. This year, Glastonbury. Where next? I think it's time to start another Sinister campaign, and persuade them to play a gig at the Globe theatre in London. There cannot be a more suitable venue. Big Stu Coming soon: Neil Robertson versus Steven Wells in the 2002 Swearathon. It's all just soooooo untwee. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rondillon at xxx.com Mon Jul 1 23:49:40 2002 From: rondillon at xxx.com (Ron Dillon) Date: Mon, 01 Jul 2002 15:49:40 -0700 Subject: Sinister: X-Priority: 3 (Normal) Message-ID: <20020701224940.BVPE8401.mta11.onebox.com@onebox.com> Ehm.... Does everyone here know what everyone else is talking about? Does it just take time to catch up with some of these posts? Is it European thang? Dream to dream, Ronnie ---- anakin_sky at gmx.net wrote: > so sorry... > and embarrassed... > hmm... > can i still remain on the list after outing myself as a complete idiot > concerning b&s? > > -- > GMX - Die Kommunikationsplattform im Internet. > http://www.gmx.net > > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister > +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper > +-+ > +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" > +-+ > +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 > +-+ > +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 > +-+ > +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 > +-+ > +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa > +-+ > +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! > +-+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From theboywiththemiddleeasternstrap at xxx.uk Tue Jul 2 15:07:44 2002 From: theboywiththemiddleeasternstrap at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Thomas=20Henderson?=) Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 15:07:44 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: reporting back with 'billy sloan style' photos to follow Message-ID: <20020702140744.41461.qmail@web20601.mail.yahoo.com> hullo! i'm back home now, and in the week (almost) that i've been away things have changed 'round these parts. my bedroom looks a lot brighter and cleaner, the loft is floored now as well. and the pet shop on the main street next to what every's is now the barber shop that used to be round the corner and up the hill, next to the bank. so glastonbury.... the bands were good and stuff, festival highlights (excluding belles, they have their own section coming up) were the beta band who were simply fantastic and even got away with not playing dry the rain (bastards) Mull Historical Society were excellent for a sing/bop along. gorkys as always were fantabulous, but before they came on i caught a guy called pete yorn who sounded a bit like what brmc wanted to sound like. the point is though that rolf was the highlight of the festival with his midsummer christmas song and hollies cover. "billy sloan style photos" but "what are they" struan asked, well, billy sloan is this guy who is the entertainments/ showbiz correspondant on the news programme scotlant today and also in those fine establishments of print that are the daily record and the sunday mail. he always has these cheesy photos with the stars. however, the authenticity was recently questioned as he usualy wears the same shirt and has the same smile and stands in the same position. so anyway the belles did a Q signing tent thing, which was really good. my vitriol were signing before them and of the thirty or so people in the queue about seven of them were there for my vitriol, everyone else for the belles. it was funny when the security bloke tried to get us to leave the fenced queue we informed him that we were all here for the next band and as he glanced along the line at the twee indie-popsters standing waiting on their band to shuffle out, he informed my vitriol that they were as well leaving the tent after only abouty five minutes. so then they appeared and i got a notepad signed and photos taken with stuart and stevie. stuart had hurt his hand playing football. richard agreed that the guys from alfie were totally out of their tits, and i got mick a bit confussled about "bud" and "burds" i think mr cooke's mind was on other things maybe. then i walked away, then i remembered that i left the notepad on the table so i ran back and got it. then i went and chilled and watched a bit of brmc, then went back to the tent. i caught a bit of elbow before b&s, they were alright. umm b&s were fantastic, is there any need to eloaborate? they covered the boys are back in town again, it rocked (spot deliberate irony) then i toddled off to see gorky's and euros walked past me on the way down, so the question is, was he up seeing the belles or a bit of roger waters? then i went and hippied out for a little while and wrote some things in my notepad, i might share them with you when i feel special again. lots of other things happened but i can't be bothered detailing my weekend in real-time that and i might be too mashed to remember so byeee thomas x ps: the best kind of drugs are free ones __________________________________________________ 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 psi_fla at xxx.com Tue Jul 2 15:49:40 2002 From: psi_fla at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Simon=20Fallaha?=) Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 15:49:40 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Hanging Around (literally) Message-ID: <20020702144940.99062.qmail@web13807.mail.yahoo.com> Hello again everyone. You know something? I hardly saw anything of Glastonbury. All I saw was Jools Holland and his band playing in the afternoon - sounded very good, but I was flicking between that, the tennis and football. Spoiled for choice, eh? Ah well, now the World Cup's over I won't get that kind of choice. This morning I happened by the video for Gemma Hayes' latest single, Let A Good Thing Go, while channel surfing. It's alright, I suppose, but too much flashing. The video for Hanging Around was much easier on the eyes. That, and the song was slightly catchier. I'm happy to hear that she'll supposedly be performing at our very own Nerve Centre soon. We haven't had a decent band come here since the Super Furry Animals last November. Latest news: I am bound for Tunisia on the 17th! Anywhere that you can find much better weather than here in Derry (mind you, is that difficult?) is wonderful by me. Looking forward to it. Got to go to my brother's graduation first though... I didn't think I was going to post again so soon, but your recent posts couldn't help but catch my attention. So, for the first time in ages, here come my notes to everybody... Anne ---- You talked a lot about Isobel. She sounded nice enough on The Gentle Waves songs, however much I dislike them, so you can't say she doesn't have a professional singing voice. No doubt, she is missed. Perhaps you are right though about her constant depression, though (is that another explanation for her attention seeking at live gigs?). As for Astrid, I think she may still be around (after all, I hung about for nearly six months without posting). Ken Chu ------- Hope your interview today went really well, and yes, I did watch the World Cup final (remember how boring I said it might be after my four favourite teams went out?). Actually, it was very good. Don't know what all the fuss about Denilson is though (he didn't do that much, did he?). Grainne, Stu ------------ Like your Divine Comedy message titles. Reminds me that they played Something For The Weekend on Radio 2 the other day. Grainne ------- Great to hear from you again, I think it's been a while since I last saw you post. I still remember much of the Belfast gig even six months from now (probably because I haven't been to another concert since!! And then there was the article I wrote for the uni magazine, published in March). Good point you made about the lyrics too (they were probably best on Tigermilk and If You're Feeling Sinister), although I prefer the music, especially on songs like Legal Man, Sleep The Clock Around and The Boy With The Arab Strap. Actually, to this day I'm undecided on what my favourite B & S song is. Rachel fruitloop ---------------- It's always fun to read your posts.You mentioned that you really liked the Storytelling album, but have you seen the film? In General ---------- A while ago, you all mentioned McDonald's characters. Funny topic of conversation, but did any of you mention that big purple thing they called Grimace? Enough for now. Take care, Psi __________________________________________________ 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 lazylinedavid at xxx.net Tue Jul 2 16:29:33 2002 From: lazylinedavid at xxx.net (lazylinedavid at xxx.net) Date: Tue, 02 Jul 2002 11:29:33 -0400 Subject: Sinister: The Polyphonic Spree / The Parsley Sound Message-ID: <42C1CE7A.0DBC6313.96249DF0@netscape.net> Ian Watson mentioned the Spree on here a few days ago - and I'd just like to second his emotion. They played a show at the Knitting Factory on Saturday night, and it was truly astonishing. It takes some confidence to start a performance by getting the entire room (the 26 people on stage plus 200 of us in the audience) singing along to a taped instrumental version of 'Hey Jude' - but by the time they'd done that, the battle was won. There were people in the crowd crying tears of joy, and I spent most of the show laughing out loud. It was that good. Having said that, a few caveats: 1. About half of their songs are not very good. However, when they're performed with such obscene enthusiasm, it ceases to matter. And the songs that *are* good leave you in a state of such euphoria that you would forgive this band anything. 2. The whole thing is contrived. But honestly, who cares? 3. They've nicked a lot of their stage presence off the Flaming Lips (the gong, the theremin, the singer's voice, for God's sake). But if, like me, you think the Lips are the most entertaining live band you've seen in years, then you won't mind that at all. If they come anywhere near where you live, you ought to go and see them. I don't own their album: is it worth having? It seems impossible that they could burn that energy on to a CD. Secondly, does anyone know much about The Parsley Sound? (What is it with bands whose initials are TPS?) I bought their 5-track single thing the other day, and it's gorgeous. 'Ease Yourself and Glide' is the perfect summer song. Are they going to be all mysterious and just disappear like Hopkirk and Lee (discussed on this list a few years ago)? And did anyone ever find out who the hell they were, anyway? That's enough for now, Love, David xxxxxxxxxxxx __________________________________________________________________ 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 lulou at xxx.org Tue Jul 2 16:45:42 2002 From: lulou at xxx.org (lulou) Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 16:45:42 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: X-Priority: 3 (Normal) In-Reply-To: <20020701224940.BVPE8401.mta11.onebox.com@onebox.com> Message-ID: Ron.. ..and all new list members Welcome to the list. It does take a while to follow all the coversations - which is why there is a nursery period, so people can get used to the sheer speed and intensity of all the posts. :) It can be overwhelming, but the archives are online and you can always read back if you are confused by anything... sinister has a membership from all around the world - I don't think we are particularly European. One thing which is worth remembering is that there are 1600 people (stop yawning at the back) on the list, and so mails which have a little bit of thought put into them are more likely to get a good response from other list members. Most of us are on sinister to talk about Belle and Sebastian, about music, about our lives, and to meet like minded people. What happens after those meetings is not the responsibility of the list mummies. Particularly where Ken Chu is involved. :) Thanks for all the Glasto, QMU reports. I might have known David Moore would make it to the gig! Bless the man. Did anyone else watch Liquid News? Rock on. Linda Surrogate sinister list m.o.m. On Mon, 1 Jul 2002, Ron Dillon wrote: > Ehm.... Does everyone here know what everyone else is talking about? > Does it just take time to catch up with some of these posts? Is it European > thang? > > Dream to dream, > > Ronnie > > ---- anakin_sky at gmx.net wrote: > > so sorry... > > and embarrassed... > > hmm... > > can i still remain on the list after outing myself as a complete idiot > > concerning b&s? > > > > -- > > GMX - Die Kommunikationsplattform im Internet. > > http://www.gmx.net > > > > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > > majordomo at missprint.org. 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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 psi_fla at xxx.com Tue Jul 2 15:57:32 2002 From: psi_fla at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Simon=20Fallaha?=) Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 15:57:32 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Hanging Around (literally) Message-ID: <20020702145732.36835.qmail@web13803.mail.yahoo.com> Hello again everyone. You know something? I hardly saw anything of Glastonbury. All I saw was Jools Holland and his band playing in the afternoon - sounded very good, but I was flicking between that, the tennis and football. Spoiled for choice, eh? Ah well, now the World Cup's over I won't get that kind of choice. This morning I happened by the video for Gemma Hayes' latest single, Let A Good Thing Go, while channel surfing. It's alright, I suppose, but too much flashing. The video for Hanging Around was much easier on the eyes. That, and the song was slightly catchier. I'm happy to hear that she'll supposedly be performing at our very own Nerve Centre soon. We haven't had a decent band come here since the Super Furry Animals last November. Latest news: I am bound for Tunisia on the 17th! Anywhere that you can find much better weather than here in Derry (mind you, is that difficult?) is wonderful by me. Looking forward to it. Got to go to my brother's graduation first though... I didn't think I was going to post again so soon, but your recent posts couldn't help but catch my attention. So, for the first time in ages, here come my notes to everybody... Anne ---- You talked a lot about Isobel. She sounded nice enough on The Gentle Waves songs, however much I dislike them, so you can't say she doesn't have a professional singing voice. No doubt, she is missed. Perhaps you are right though about her constant depression, though (is that another explanation for her attention seeking at live gigs?). As for Astrid, I think she may still be around (after all, I hung about for nearly six months without posting). Ken Chu ------- Hope your interview today went really well, and yes, I did watch the World Cup final (remember how boring I said it might be after my four favourite teams went out?). Actually, it was very good. Don't know what all the fuss about Denilson is though (he didn't do that much, did he?). Grainne, Stu ------------ Like your Divine Comedy message titles. Reminds me that they played Something For The Weekend on Radio 2 the other day. Grainne ------- Great to hear from you again, I think it's been a while since I last saw you post. I still remember much of the Belfast gig even six months from now (probably because I haven't been to another concert since!! And then there was the article I wrote for the uni magazine, published in March). Good point you made about the lyrics too (they were probably best on Tigermilk and If You're Feeling Sinister), although I prefer the music, especially on songs like Legal Man, Sleep The Clock Around and The Boy With The Arab Strap. Actually, to this day I'm undecided on what my favourite B & S song is. Rachel fruitloop ---------------- It's always fun to read your posts.You mentioned that you really liked the Storytelling album, but have you seen the film? In General ---------- A while ago, you all mentioned McDonald's characters. Funny topic of conversation, but did any of you mention that big purple thing they called Grimace? Take care, Psi __________________________________________________ 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 FearofMops at xxx.com Tue Jul 2 18:28:14 2002 From: FearofMops at xxx.com (FearofMops at xxx.com) Date: Tue, 02 Jul 2002 13:28:14 -0400 Subject: Sinister: The Polyphonic Spree / The Parsley Sound Message-ID: <409C9D79.3F7D2C6F.0B157286@aol.com> i don't normally post, but someone mentioned the polyphonic spree so i had to chime in. as a former resident of dallas, i got to see them several times. the lead singer that you said was ripping off wayne of the flaming lips is tim delaughter, formerly of tripping daisy. and yes, tripping daisy did seem to take a lot of their inspiration from the lips. so i guess it would make sense that polyphonic would have some similarities too. as for the album, i love it. if anyone sees "the beginning stages of the polyphonic spree" at their local record store, get it. or at least give it a listen in the store. they do put on a great live show as well, not quite as good as the lips, but it's still an experience. errr...this has been devoid of any b&s content. how bout this - you want to know the saddest thing in the world? do you? i had 4 tickets to the chicago show and had to give away or sell them all. don't you feel for me? okay well, ciao. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From david at xxx.uk Tue Jul 2 19:11:30 2002 From: david at xxx.uk (David White) Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 19:11:30 +0100 Subject: Sinister: FW: Might be of interest to B&S people. Message-ID: List abuse here but it might be of interest to some... Summer Holiday with Belle and Sebastian in Spain Last summer a friend and I went to Spain for a music festival at the seaside. We had a lovely time there in the sun, with three full days of music, and a beach party at the end. Belle and Sebastian played last year, and they?ll be there again this time. There are many other bands and artists playing, as an inspection of the festival?s site shows - http://english.fiberfib.com/, but a few names here ? Radiohead, Primal Scream, Saint Etienne, Sigur Ros, DJ shadow, The Cure, The Chemical Brothers. This year we're going again, but it will be by coach this time (flying to Barcelona and traveling on by train was an awkward journey). We?ll leave Central London on the evening of Wednesday 31st July, and be back sometime on the 7th August. A campsite is included in the festival ticket price, so we'll take tents, and aim to get at least one meal cooked together each day. We?re in touch with the organizers and hoping to negotiate a good place on the site. The lovely town of Benicassim has many restaurants, some suitable for vegetarians, and food and drink is cheaper than in the UK. The cost of the coach ride (during which everyone will have a nice air-conditioned time) and festival ticket together will be less than £250. It?s a very friendly festival. Sure, we queued up for the showers, but there are lots of nice touches, like the free internet access tent, which is being expanded this year. Sun and sea are guaranteed. If you?re interested in being among the 49 people going there at the end of this month, you should get in touch with james.booth at btinternet.com or mick at strobetalbot.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 Tue Jul 2 20:33:45 2002 From: feather_boa at xxx.com (Feather Boa) Date: Tue, 02 Jul 2002 20:33:45 +0100 Subject: Sinister: i don't love anyone Message-ID: well, ok that's a lie, but i've had the song in my head all day for some reason. i've managed to stay mostly hayfever free this year, but i have a worrying feeling that i might be alergic to my cat, he has a habit of rubbing himself on my clothes, bed, face etc, and i've been sneezing all day. but then so has he. maybe he's alergic to cats. is that even possible? i see from the archives that i haven't posted since the tenth of april, so i probably have quite a lot to say... dunno. also checking the archives i seem to talk about my dreams a lot: this month i have been mostly dreaming about officers of york students union being small rodents (the lgb officer was a hamster for instance). but not in a bad way, societies officer mummy i grazed my knee. tomorrow i'm going back to my all time favourite place in the world, the open air theatre in regent's park. i'm hoping they'll let me write an essay about them, because i love them so. plus they owe me for three seasons unpaid work there. i'm trying to organise a york sinister massive trip to the seaside at brighton ... more on that when i've organised it... when, when i hear you cry, well, possibly the second week of august, but i can't guarantee it just yet. possibly we shall also have a picnic on the rocky beaches, but this also is uncertain. i think that's been 15 minutes (i had to go and choose chinese food, so it might not have been). i saw cliff richard on the telly today, but not the dali lama. pip pip, FB X ps, arsefaced cunt. ps2, damn damn, no answer from chinese food place. that means curry *aargh* _________________________________________________________________ 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 stringbeanjean1 at xxx.com Tue Jul 2 20:51:27 2002 From: stringbeanjean1 at xxx.com (juju fox) Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 12:51:27 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: not much CHUse to KENyone Message-ID: <20020702195127.93124.qmail@web21006.mail.yahoo.com> halo sinister. it's a nice day for a TWATTYBUS... here i sit with a g4 named otis (nom du jour), lacking the motivation i pretended to have yesternite when i told my roommate how i'd be getting up early to take my resum� 'round to various places in order to land myself a dayjob. but i've been without one for months, and i've come accustomed to staying up late and sleeping the clock around. that is not to say that i am lazy. i still play piano at nite and have the band and all that. and i work hard... at living my new bohemian lifestyle. i've just been enjoying my solitude more lately. i think i'm slowly cutting myself off from the people that live in this town, and seeking closeness with the etherworld. but that all may have been caused by the latest happenstance in my life. just over one week ago, being quite boring, i went after work to a friend's flat to borrow his copy of rushmore. it was too late to get to the rental place in time, so i didn't mind going a little out of my way for such big entertainment. but just as i reached his door, i heard the mew of a wee bitty: the tiniest sounding kitten. it was coming from his abandoned car, a yellow '64 thunderbird. (if you aren't aware of what those cars look like, just know that they have very wide hollow walls that are nearly impossible to reach even the longest, lankiest arms into for the rescuing of such tiny animals.) after a long while of trying to locate the feline, he was discovered, and i hopped atop the engine to get a better angle for twisting my arm into the hiding place behind the wheel well. "so soft!" i shouted when first i touched his fur. and in my hand, i held the tiniest wee bitty of a hamster-looking cat, one mr. honey mustard seed. who knows how long he'd been starving or acquiring diseases, but he was loved and cared for 24/7 -for just the 7 days - by yours truly. he changed my life in that short time. healed my heart and turned my frown upside-down. and tho he passed while i wasn't looking, i know he's still here with me, and everytime i listen to hope sandoval and the warm inventions, i will think of him and the time we spent together. so forget all the entires i've made of a silly boy who moved away and took my broken heart with him. cos this is the new juju. the one who feels useless. the one with nothing to do in the day now. no one to care for. nothing to give to. and not much to write about except how grape ape TWATTYBUS is to me today. this mourning, while updating my blog (you know you have one, too), i couldn't define my thoughts, so i ended up with a b&s song in my head. so i ended up putting the record on... and by the time i'd opened the fridge, grabbed a peach yogurt, opened it, licked the lid clean, retrieved a spoon from the back of the drawer in the kitchen, and come back to the record player to turn up the volume, the second song began playing, and my hips ended up shaking. and so i ended up dancing and eating yogurt to the beat of one of the best songs ever made. and if you disagree, you are not the one i will love forever and ever. indeed, i have come to the recent conclusion that i could only ever fall for someone that couldn't help but dance to that tune. someone who thinks it's as grate as i do. i wish i could surround myself with people who felt the same. what a charming world that would be. what a pretty bubble... of course, that silly boy would dance to that tune... he'd even whisper-sing it under his breath to me over our mobile connections... but that's all behind me now. ahem. wasting time talking to anyone that's there, juju ps i got one of those notification emails from a crush site... but it wasn't saying someone had a crush on me. it was saying someone thought i had a crush on them. it was somewhat annoying. __________________________________________________ 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 beiaardhorse at xxx.com Tue Jul 2 21:31:50 2002 From: beiaardhorse at xxx.com (Aruni J) Date: Tue, 02 Jul 2002 16:31:50 -0400 Subject: Sinister: a clarification on the tape twee Message-ID: Idiot that I am, I referred to the tape trade as the "US tape trade" when in reality I meant North American. I'm sorry--everyone on the continent is welcome (postage being pretty much the same everywhere), including Canadians, Mexicans, and Texans. :) Apologies again; I appear to have become, all unknowing, one of _those people_. Like, hey, it's July 4th soon, let's go shoot something. Did I mention I went into The City today? ~Aruni PS Then again, anyone could miss Canada, all tucked away down there... ;) _________________________________________________________________ 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 ruthmaverick at xxx.com Wed Jul 3 17:38:56 2002 From: ruthmaverick at xxx.com (Ruth Allan) Date: Wed, 03 Jul 2002 16:38:56 +0000 Subject: Sinister: leave no bones (and a lot of suede.. ) Message-ID: hey sinister today I looked at a tube of savlon's arnica paste for bruises and the first thing into my mind was to apply it liberally. It's not so much that there is anything really wrong , more a collection of stresses each bearing his load on my skin till I feel like one of these days I'm going to wake up after flutter light sleep with a beating heart and find a big strawberry mark on my belly. not so beautiful but at least then I could point it out to passes by, get arrested for flashing my navel and generally receive waves of sympathy. But my mum recently was hit on the leg by a golf ball and looking at her proudly blooming thigh I thought it was pretty but didnt make me feel like she desparately needed a big hug. So maybe the strawberry mark isn't the thing. My most vivid memory of a bruise was after me and a friend were attacked by robbers in tanzania. we'd spent the trip picking tiny fault with each other's smoking or what we'd like to eat or whether or not bananas for lunch and dinner and breakfast were parching us of our mini intelligence. The attack awful as it sounds was something of a relief. I had the bruise measured for posterity and it was at least 20 centimetres across and felt like a real thing but left no marks. I was going to the flaming lips tonight but I cant make it. I'd also like to thank idleberry ? and rachel for talking about suede. okay this is so dull to non suedettes, but frankly this band completely changed my life. My friend says that I'm lying and that the only band was pavement, but pavement et al sounded to me of Guy's car and never quite making it to america , which shows perhaps that its never so much the music as where you were when you hear it, but suede were my thing and if there was ever a reason to compile a book of band like memories from one period it would be suede. Melissa who is now a great writer wrote me a review of the london gig , somewhere with balconies on her shitty typewriter and I was so inspired I transformed the school magazine froma raving review of female sports to a horribly suede skewed journal of my so called and really quite dull suede filled life. Wasnt popular , but what other than rampant born again christianity could drive a person to bore their contemporaries in such a public way... I'm moving back to manchester in a week, so if there are any sinister mancunians? I know there used to be some, but I think they've all got married, so maybe the ones, married or not still there might like to shout? rx _________________________________________________________________ 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 staralful at xxx.com Wed Jul 3 16:39:30 2002 From: staralful at xxx.com (Jonathan Skinner) Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2002 16:39:30 +0100 Subject: Sinister: be not inhospitible to window cleaners lest they be philosophers in disguise Message-ID: Dear All I hope this finds you in remarkable fine fettle. i should really get a new opening but i really can't think of one so i won't. So thie first thing on my mind- GLASTONBURY- it was great but the gods of fate were not smiling nicely upon me last night. I was tired and i stayed up all the way to midnight- i thought-buggeer this for a game of toy soldiers i'm aff to bid. So i press OTR a whole 5 times incase i missed anything and it turns out that within 5 minutes of me putting on the tape they were there on stage- wandering alone is ace and i want to know where stevie a) gets his glasses and b) gets the coat. Also i must agree with someone on the list who said that sarah has come into her own since the unfortuate incident of last month. SHe has and it is about bloody time. SHe is talented and i think that waiting for the moon to rise prooved it only she has been masked by the *personification of twee* which leads me onto the sad topic once more. Someone said that she embodies tweeness- does she heck. If being twee involves being moody and not performing for your fans while still living off them then slap me in theface with a wet fish. Twee is all nice and fluffy which i don't think her tweeness really embodies. i think so anyway but only cos i'm listening to i'm waking up to us. "I think they are holding a grudge against the Republic of Ireland"- thus spake the words of ms lynch. It doesn't suprise me even though ireland is monstrously expensive ( it cost me a ?2.50 for a normal coffee earlier). The gig wasn't great audience wise but at least it didn't desend into what the pulp gig last year did- lets just say free tickets to northside dubliners is never a good idea. ( i hope i am slowly offending the irish contingent) Speaking of which MEETUP for some reason should be on the agenda- i suggest stephens green then when it gets dark and they decide to shut the park up adjourn to Keoghs just off grafton street- that is if i make it up to Dublin. OH on to the topic line-for once this isn't just a topic line taken from a simpsons episode or a song (Well it make it quite difficult as i am listening to ravi shanker). It is infact my life. Every monday and thursday is taken up with window cleaning-it is a good job, paid well and i get on with the boss. THe down side is people think you are idiots cos you aren't working in a shop or something. Plus you get all these smart arsed comments aobut "ohh you missed a bit" and another one that got quoted at me 3 times monday " will you come oveer and do mine" Stand aside Billy Connelly and jack dee. So summer is working out for me which is more than can be said for last years which both sucked and blew. Days where i am not working are spent in town with friends or at friends housing chewing the cud and plotting ( well writing a script for a going away party) or trying to tell an 11 ukranian ( who is a friend of friends sister) not to watch films such as Hannibal ( which even i refused to watch). THere were a few of us sat around chatting about Shallow Grave and out bursts this kid "ewan mcgregor was really good in that" we couldn't believe that she had seen it. RIght that is all i can really think to saay-this was composed over a couple of days godspeed 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 minster at xxx.net Wed Jul 3 18:08:20 2002 From: minster at xxx.net (minster at xxx.net) Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2002 17:08:20 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Miss Midlands and all her Misery Message-ID: <20020703170820.LEZU26670.fep04-svc.ttyl.com@localhost> This is a Call, a Plea if you please to those of you with a life... Shes brought us to our knees. We've got friends coming from both up and down, I've only recently returned myself and haven't got a clue what to do with them. Places to go, people to see. Too much has changed in this area, and I'm at a complete loss here. This week has been too busy to notice that there isn't anything to do, other than that which needs doing. Now desperate for a bit of fun! Three years away hasn't done this place a bit of good.(Have car, will travel if need be.) Coventry, Brum and the bits and bobs between If you kids can tell me where to go and how to get there the first round and the last is on me! It's not a bribe, but we miss our fun show us the way!!! All good things All of the Time Carla xx _______________________________________________________________________ Freeserve AnyTime, only £13.99 per month with one month's FREE trial! 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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 farrell_danny at xxx.com Wed Jul 3 18:08:45 2002 From: farrell_danny at xxx.com (Danny Farrell) Date: Wed, 03 Jul 2002 17:08:45 +0000 Subject: Sinister: how to be a HIPSTER in five easy steps Message-ID: hi everybody, I'm dr nick. Actually i'm not, i'm danny but that's how dr nick introduces himself in the simpsons which leads me nicely onto my first lesson. 1. QUOTING CULT OR LITTLE KNOWN TV SHOWS OR MOVIES = COOL It is very important to build a good base of solid dependable quotes that can be adapted for almost any situation, the simpsons being one of the best places to get quotable material as it's quite popular but it's also a little "kitsch". If anything is ever described as "kitsch" then any content within should be remembered and quoted frequently as you will be awarded extra hipster points for this. One must remember not to quote over frequently or people will think you're just blah and don't do anything other than quote. Remember to quote from cult/little known shows that other hipsters will know about, a little known botany show is not a good place to obtain quotes from. 2. THE HOLY TRINITY OF HIPSTERDOM - PASS�, GAUCHE, KITSCH in the dictionary these definitions are put forward: pass� - past it's best, outdated gauche - socially inept, graceless, tactless kitsch - art, literature, regarded as pretentious or in poor taste in hipster terms pass� and gauche retain some of their original meaning and kitsch is changed almost entirely. An activity is pass%e9 if it is something once interesting to hipsters but is now out of fashion. The next step on from this is gaucheness, something is gauche if it is pass%e9 to the point of cringeworthiness. An affectation for destiny's child is now pass�. It was once cool to like destiny's child as part of some outreach program to pretend hipster is not a musical snob, now however liking destiny's child is pass�. It's outdated. Gaucheness however is far more serious, this could be liking movies for 'ironical' reasons, it's just so bad it's good a l� the early gen X movement. "Oh i know it's terrible but it's just so funny to watch, let's play a game of spot the hollywood clich�." This is now gauche beyond words, liking something because it's so bad it's good could lead to the hipster learner being hung drawn, and perhaps even eighthed. Kitsch on the other hand, i'm sure, had some meaning in hipster circles before, now it's just used to describe anything that's good although humour is usually involved. If anything is described as kitsch take note and remember never ever to make disparaging remarks about said kitsch activity. Things that are kitsch can quickly become pass� though and this must be watched out for. Musicals used to break kitsch barriers, but now in a move away from irony towards populism musicals are now gauche. GREASE! in the year 2002. Puh-lease. 3 POPULISM IS THE NEW IRONY Previously as mentioned above, liking something for ironical reasons was cool as eff. It's so bad it's good was the motto heralded by the hipsters. Now however there is a move towards populism as irony becomes more and more pass� and is now in fact gauche as eff. However as irony became more and more frowned upon a new system of dealing with mainstream culture appeared known as populism. Rather than liking something because "it's so bad it's good" hipsters now like movies, show's etc. in mainstream culture simply because they're good. Previously big brother was terrible, it's dreadful but the hipsters watched because it was just so bad it was good, it was funny. Now however there is no irony pretense, it's simply good. There is a catch with populism though, big brother is not simply liked in the way that the prole's like it. With populism comes the belief that the hipster can appreciate things on another level and have a discourse regarding things on this other level. The hipster watches big brother and detests every contestant and then analyse the characters and show on a level undreamed of by their un-educated, un-cool brethren. This is populism, and populism is IN. 4. FAKING POIGNANCY All hipsters must write, this is such a given that it isn't even a lesson, however there is a lesson and it is this: the hipster must always try to be poignant, beautiful. Their words should be transcendental. The hipster can keep a journal, a diary, they could work on a collection of short stories or poems but still they must always strive towards poignancy. Faking poignancy is therefore a very practiced art within hipster communities and goes something like this: take any sentence at all, turn it backwards, repeat it again slightly differently or describe it: I was walking down the road, the road i'd walked down a hundred times before. Ah such a road. Here simply walking down a road has been turned into the beginning of a poignant piece, what comes next is your choice, just remember to keep it poignant: I walked to the pier and sat. As i sat on the pier a thought entered my mind as i watched the waves. The waves crashed tempestuously against the rocks, crashing, tumbling, crashing, forever stuck in their pattern, never getting anywhere. Stuck, just like me. Always remember to describe things in great detail and always turn to nature or BIG things for descriptive comparisons or for describing your mood. Also any story can be started with a paragraph or two about the weather. For example when talking about a day you bought a loaf of bread, the hipster may start like this: I stared up at the sun, it's warmth making me feel comfortable, safe. The feel of the sun, it's warmth, it's brightness, took me back. It took me back to that day in 1996, i felt myself slip away as the memory of that day overcame me. 5. REMEMBER ALL THIS IS LIABLE TO CHANGE IN TWO-THREE WEEKS TIME *********************************************************************** I was in a car crash the other day, except it wasn't really a crash,just an emergency stop,but still. It was close. It was my fault too, i really shouldn't be allowed to drive,my mind works too fast and it also shoots off in a hundred different directions at once. It's why i can't sleep and it's also why holding concentration whilst driving for any length of time is difficult. Anyway maybe it was some sort of life-changing experience or something. I went for a picnic afterwards, it was alan's birthday. i organised it. and during it, i sat on the pier looking out at the waves, thinking. The waves crashed tempestuously against the rocks, crashing, tumbling, crashing, forever stuck in their pattern, never getting anywhere. Stuck, just like me. I thought: what's the meaning? the purpose? of anything, of waking up and getting out of bed? does anything have meaning? well. does it? Dannypie 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 halighhalou at xxx.com Wed Jul 3 18:28:55 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Wed, 03 Jul 2002 12:28:55 -0500 Subject: Sinister: just dust my heart, and you will find there are no fingers printed there. Message-ID: hello sinister. it's july now, and i wonder if i am supposed to feel something for my country. *** the boys are cutting their hair, i've noticed. the temperature rises and it all comes off: welcome the shepherdess and her shorn flock. sometimes i wish i could be the one to wield the scissors, but the boys i know castrate themselves. i must rob them of something else. *** independence day never makes me feel very independent. i always end up trapped in my grandmother's house, eating dry, stringy chicken and corn on the cob, trying not to go outside in the sweltering heat and pumping myself full of advil to fend off pending headaches before the pyrotechnics start. it all has this uneasy sense of the obligatory about it; this is a holiday, thus we must eat together around the table and say one of the four annual prayers thanking our probably absent god for food and family. and then we eat, and roll our eyes behind each others' backs at everything everyone says. there is always a low-lying feeling of panic, i think, a need for escape into the normal regimes of our world, not the slowed, warped timezone of the picnic table on my grandma's patio. *** when i was a little girl, there were few highlights to the fourth of july. i loved sparklers, and those, along with those little snappy things that resemble sperm and make a nice pop when you throw them at the sidewalk, were the only reasons i didn't sleep the day away. i always hated fireworks. i hated those stupid little tanks and snakes that curl around the end of your driveway. i hated the smell of sulfer, and i was never allowed to light anything. so i sat around, threw my sperm poppers and sparkled for a while until i got ultra-bored, then went inside to read a book. and at night, i hated the booms of the big, flashy fireworks that everyone knows about. they were pretty, but i wasn't patient enough for that kind of pretty. i wanted one big ten-minute spectacle with a good bit of neil diamond and then an ending. but there was always the neighborhood rivalry, who could have the bigger, louder, longer, more colorful sky shows. and inside, televised, there was the fireworks spectacle at the baseball stadium in omaha. and there was whitney houston's national anthem and a picture on the television of bombs bursting in air superimposed over a picture of the the liberty bell. a big stone bell with a big long crack. and this was is america on the fourth day of july. cracked and competitive and on fire. *** it's a boys' holiday. and the boys keep telling me the reason they keep cutting their hair is because of the heat. but i suspect it's so their hair won't catch fire. *** i think i've been on sinister a year now. and i think i may have written of independence day before. but it's better to listen to it, and nod with elliott when he says don't go to far, stay who you are. and right now conor says i'll be grateful for this day, i'll be grateful for each day to come. and i wonder why. nobody needs a sparkler to sparkle, something in me says (in the voice of bron, i think). but i somehow have doubts for america. for an america sparkling. and independent. and free. and if it ever happens. the way we celebrate it happening. then i will look down again and write: she was free. to waste. away. alone. *** and this is where i say goodbye to people who never bid the rest of us farewell. love, lou xxx ------------------ THE FOLLOWING IS AN ADVERT FOR EXCELLENCE: never learned how to ride a bike? merely flailed helplessy in a chlorine-laced pool when trying to learn to swim? come to Camp Kids Who Gave Up 2002, sponsored by lindsey baker, dave snyder and conor oberst to learn to ride and swim like nobody's business! while you're temporarily residing on our beautiful, secluded island paradise camp, enjoy lessons from friendly guest instructors such as mandee wright and listen to a different live band every night (we feature saddle creek gems and omaha rapists)! dating lindsey is also an available option, so long as conor is off-island. 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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 coinmaster63 at xxx.com Wed Jul 3 19:33:57 2002 From: coinmaster63 at xxx.com (Reggie Whitecastle) Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2002 11:33:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: Ken Chu 4 Prez Message-ID: <20020703183357.39030.qmail@web21108.mail.yahoo.com> Greetings & Salutations Earthlings! And a happy early Fourth of July to you Americans who are celebrating our country's birthday tomorrow. I, of course, have been called in to work; apparently making telemarketing calls on holidays is a great opportunity to reel in some customers. Let me take the opportunity to introduce myself. My name's Reggie and I am from West Virginia, USA. I recently discovered Belle and Sebastian a few months ago after my sister's oldest daughter left a copy of "The Boy with the Arab Strap" in my stereo console. Wow, but what a treat to behold! I am sure my niece is embarassed that her square of an uncle is now an obsessed fan. I've been reading all of your posts for the past few weeks with great interest. I just read a message from a girl named Lindsey Baker who has a very interesting style of writing. Of course, I keep hearing about this Ken Chu guy and Neil Robertson, who apparently swears a whole lot. Hearing curse words gives me the heebey-jeebies, but whatever floats your boat, that's what I say. Anyhow, I am an avid coin collector and reptile fan, so if anyone wants to e-mail me off the list on those two subjects, I'd love to discuss them both. I'm looking forward to reading more of your posts. Toodles! Reggie __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Sign up for SBC Yahoo! Dial - First Month Free http://sbc.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 lazylinedavid at xxx.net Wed Jul 3 20:09:08 2002 From: lazylinedavid at xxx.net (lazylinedavid at xxx.net) Date: Wed, 03 Jul 2002 15:09:08 -0400 Subject: Sinister: The Boys of Summer Message-ID: <54A99210.59F4FABA.96249DF0@netscape.net> If anyone hasn't seen it yet, the photo of Stuart and Stevie that accompanies www.dotmusic.com 's review of the Glastonbury performance is really adorable. Save it on to your desktop and swoon... Saw Ben Kweller play a free show last night down by the East River - nothing special, but nice enough. And he looks *exactly* like that kid out of Almost Famous. Later, David xxxxx __________________________________________________________________ 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 flynn60102 at xxx.com Wed Jul 3 20:23:36 2002 From: flynn60102 at xxx.com (howard shady) Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2002 12:23:36 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: back from my exile Message-ID: <20020703192336.92460.qmail@web12507.mail.yahoo.com> Howdy all...It's been a while since I have posted on here so I thought I would just whisper in your ears letting you know that I'm right behind ya still. I've had some family crisisisisissssss over the last month or so and have been running myself ragged. Just wanted to say HI to everyone on here...the ones I chatted with regularly and the ones I've never talked to as well. You know who you are....wink wink. So nothing too serious here and really no content thats important. Sorry for that ahead of time:) I do have one little thing I must say. If there are any sinisterians in the Sheffield UK area would you please email me offlist. I'm planning a trip in september and would love a little info and maybe a few contacts whilst I'm there. HOpe to hear from some of you if in fact there are some. Anyways...Have a great day folks and be good to each other. c ya howard shady(ray Humphrey) or skinny hips rivers pick one __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Sign up for SBC 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 idleberry at xxx.com Wed Jul 3 20:51:47 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2002 12:51:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: PICNIC REMINDER Message-ID: <20020703195147.29792.qmail@web14606.mail.yahoo.com> I've heard, through my spies, eyes, flies and pies* that there has been questions raised about when and where glasgows picnic is. Just to confirm again, for those of you who only read the subject line of post, and DIDN'T READ ALL OF MY PICNIC POST. (mind you, you won't be reading this now will you? oh well.) ***GLASGOW PICNIC*** DATE: SATURDAY 6TH JULY, 2002 (thats this saturday, btw) TIME: 2PM LOCATION: WEST 13, GLASGOW If anyone wants to meet in a park, and do the whole police mantra thing again "no cunstubble, honest its not wine, its only ribena" and also make any hayfever sufferers have attacks of sneezing JUST so that they don't miss out, then go ahead. Meet in a park. NOBODY else had bothered to post anything about this, I don't know parks/ underground train type things/ how to get to wierd little places in Glasgow and knowing which ones not to stray into where I'll get mugged for being gorgeous/wealthy/intelligent- ie. not from glasgow; so you know. Someone else can suggest parks and train stations to loiter around. Personally, if i thought you'd do it, I'd say meet around the womens lingerie section in Marks And Spencers on Sauchiehall Street, in Glasgow. All welcome. Please don't whinge at me about being rubbish at making arrangements. ANyway END OF PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT tata idleberry * all things M15 could use for secret intelligence bugs. except the pie. Especially in a little cafe on a motorway. Thats just asking for trouble. ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Sign up for SBC Yahoo! Dial - First Month Free http://sbc.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wpsalt at xxx.com Wed Jul 3 21:03:18 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2002 21:03:18 +0100 Subject: Sinister: PICNIC REMINDER In-Reply-To: <20020703195147.29792.qmail@web14606.mail.yahoo.com>; from idleberry@yahoo.com on Wed, Jul 03, 2002 at 20:51:47 +0100 References: <20020703195147.29792.qmail@web14606.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20020703210318.A1208@candle.btinternet.com> On 03.07.2002 20:51 idleberry wrote: [about the picnic in Glasgow on Saturday] > Someone else can suggest parks and train stations to > loiter around. Personally, if i thought you'd do it, > I'd say meet around the womens lingerie section in > Marks And Spencers on Sauchiehall Street, in Glasgow. /me holds up her hand. Personally, I think it would be sensible for those of us who are coming from outside Glasgow and don't really know the way to meet at Central Station: 1) It's Central, and it's easy to find 2) Some people will be arriving there anyway 3) We can get a train on from there to the pub! If anyone is interested in finding their way to the picnic on this manner, let me know and I'll be looking out for you. Shall we meet at about 1.45 or so? You can phone me on 07990 575869 if it's last-minute. > All welcome. Please don't whinge at me about being > rubbish at making arrangements. We'd never whinge at you, idles. You might punch us or something xx caitlin -- "When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position." - Matthew Henderson, on the Sinister mailing list. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ruthmaverick at xxx.com Wed Jul 3 21:41:03 2002 From: ruthmaverick at xxx.com (Ruth Allan) Date: Wed, 03 Jul 2002 20:41:03 +0000 Subject: Sinister: leave no bones Message-ID: hey sinister today I looked at a tube of savlon's arnica paste for bruises and the first thing into my mind was to apply it liberally. It's not so much that there is anything really wrong , more a collection of stresses each bearing his load on my skin till I feel like one of these days I'm going to wake up after flutter light sleep with a beating heart and find a big strawberry mark on my belly. not so beautiful but at least then I could point it out to passes by, get arrested for flashing my navel and generally receive waves of sympathy. But my mum recently was hit on the leg by a golf ball and looking at her proudly blooming thigh I thought it was pretty but didnt make me feel like she desparately needed a big hug. So maybe the strawberry mark isn't the thing. My most vivid memory of a bruise was after me and a friend were attacked by robbers in tanzania. we'd spent the trip picking tiny fault with each other's smoking or what we'd like to eat or whether or not bananas for lunch and dinner and breakfast were parching us of our mini intelligence. The attack awful as it sounds was something of a relief. I had the bruise measured for posterity and it was at least 20 centimetres across and felt like a real thing but left no marks. I was going to the flaming lips tonight but I cant make it. I'd also like to thank idleberry ? and rachel for talking about suede. okay this is so dull to non suedettes, but frankly this band completely changed my life. My friend says that I'm lying and that the only band was pavement, but pavement et al sounded to me of Guy's car and never quite making it to america , which shows perhaps that its never so much the music as where you were when you hear it, but suede were my thing and if there was ever a reason to compile a book of band like memories from one period it would be suede. Melissa who is now a great writer wrote me a review of the london gig , somewhere with balconies on her shi**y typewriter and I was so inspired I transformed the school magazine froma raving review of female sports to a horribly suede skewed journal of my so called and really quite dull suede filled life. Wasnt popular , but what other than rampant born again christianity could drive a person to bore their contemporaries in such a public way... I'm moving back to manchester in a week, so if there are any sinister mancunians? I know there used to be some, but I think they've all got married, so maybe the ones, married or not still there might like to shout? rx _________________________________________________________________ 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 idleberry at xxx.com Thu Jul 4 00:19:21 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2002 16:19:21 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: I was born under a wanderin' star... Message-ID: <20020703231921.23205.qmail@web14606.mail.yahoo.com> I know I've posted already, but you've been good, so I thought I'd reward you with another in ooh, under 24 hours. Plus, this is for the non picnic goers, who I guess are sitting there thinking "god, why can't I go to one of idleberry's picnics? [not realising this is the first i've sort of made noises about beforehand- I don't think "organise" is the correct term here] its not fair!". I know you're hurting. This post is dedicated to you. well, unfortunately, I'm going to have to pre empt myself and apologise. someone on the list has been draining me, not in a bad way nor intentionally. But draining me. And all my best thoughts (the ones which I mentally memo "save this idea for later, for sinister") are given to this person, and now, when i sit here, I know two things: a. I can't write it again, I'll get bored of myself if i do; b. I could never write it as well as i think i did; c. who really wants second hand posts? But I'm in the "writing" mood. THINGS SEEM TO BE GOING HORRIBLY WRONG. well, I had a cool plan for friday. and now its cancelled. And I'm gutted Gordon isn't joining us on Saturday, and instead has taken a better offer. I didn't realise there could *be* a better offer, but I shall have to hire someone else to be my wall, should i need to check my reflection. I am really upset by all of this. I'm getting my hair cut on Friday morning, and I'm desperate (read: very desperate) for someone to see me who isn't related to me and tell me just how cool I look. I even bought new clothes at the weekend, and I new handbag, which I lay in my bed, gazing at it next to me, stroking its cool bits, and thinking "I need a car to go with my new handbag". Just stroking- nothing kinky. I guess if you don't do that, it might sound a bit odd. I just find it ver difficult to find material possessions I really like a lot. And when it comes to certain things, I get really happy about finding them. I think last year, I had �25 in my bank account, and nothing more. I had no money for anything. So I bought a new handbag, and phoned my dad for a lift home. It was either that or pay for the train, and really, this handbag last year was cool. I'd walked around for days, imagining what this handbag would be like. And then one day in May this year, I had overfilled it with guitar stuff, and the strap broke, and I was gutted. Besides which, it was a pain carrying my broken bag and my guitar around on buses and such. So it was bye bye old handbag, buy buy new handbag. ITS JUST NOT TRUE Bourjois Coup de Theatre mascara doesn't lengthen at all. Its not true. It doesn't work. I've paid over �8 for something that doesn't work. Pfft. I'm going back to my old brand. Loreal, forgive me. I like bourois lipgloss and eyeshadow, bu not their mascara, I have decided. Still, it does look like a magic wand, and thats kind of cool. Why can't good products be in cool packaging? I'm such a sucker for packaging. Oooh! shiny! ooh! japanese style cartoons on it! ooh! funny french formula words! ooh! nice carboard boxes and little clips and things that make it like a little secret locket like when i was a kid and wanted to find princess treasure or whatever! ooh! the words "Salon tested".. its got to improve my life, help me loose weight and become startlingly gorgeous, and have paparazzi follow me and beauty editors writing page features called "Steal her look" with photos of ME all over it! I wish the things I do use and that are very good were more imaginative and excitingly packaged. Take Toni and Guy shampoo- in the squishy kwenchy kup/ blood transfusion style packs- that is soo much cooler than Pantene Pro V. Its also twice the price. And its not nearly as good. But Pantene pro v bottles are so boring. I want something that has like, half a bottles worth of PR; a box (and it better be good quality cardboard too): and something that sounds as if its so expensive, its the most incredible luxury you could indulge yourself in. If i wanted a bog standard white bottle with like two lines of "it cleans your hair" type promoting, I'd have a sex change. NOT SAYING BLOKES CAN'T APPRECIATE SPARKLY EXCITING THINGS. but *most* blokes I know just use whatever shampoo happens to be in the bathroom at the time, or whatever their mum/dad uses without thinking too much about it. Pantene Pro V bottles are like the company car family saloons of the shampoo world, to me. Your ford mondeos, or your vauxhalls. And I like cars with character: like fiat 500s, and MX-5s, and Saab 900s, and the new clio. And I like shampoo bottles with character too. talking of fiat 500s... the reason I've started thinking about the fiat 500 is this: * I went to my pal Susan's flat in Denistoun in glasgow a few weeks ago. * She was playing Lush, the album with "Shake Baby Shake" on it, and I vaguely remember that being about the fiat 500.And its a catchy song. *And now when I go through to Edinburgh, on the train, and go past Dalry and Gorgie, theres a lane on the left hand side of the track, and theres a row of nice town houses/ flats. And they face the bank of the train track, and theres this iron wrought fence. And theres always a little fiat 500 sitting there, next to the iron fence, at the top of the bank above the train track. An I just think about it sometimes, and I always look out for it, as if I need to say hello. Today was different though. Today I made a man laugh, and that felt good. I was sitting on the train, chatting to Jonesy, an old school pal of mine. I came to the conclusion, life would be far more interesting, if, as an administrator,I could file things in multi coloured folders, and start a new folder following the sequence of the colours of the rainbow. Of course, if i did that at the parliament, the country would be in a certain degree of chaos and you know, things might go wrong and nothing would work properly and stuff. So its as well I don't. But i thought, well, you know, wouldn't it be lovely to be a temp and walk into an office where everything was filed by colour? how colourful that office would be. Nobody would feel down in the dumps, surely, in a rainbow office? And you'd feel happier. And it would be so much easier to know what to fil things under. Anyway, while I was suggesting this, and Jonesy looking vaguely panic stricken about it, I noticed some houses next to Haymarket. Their back garden looks onto the train track, and its an old tennemant block. And its on the left side too. I love looking in the windows of it. Theres one window, with about three rows high of CDs, and I often wonder who lives there and what CDs they are. They must be an interesting person though, to be interested in music. Unless its geek boy computer games. Anyway, I sort of said out loud: "I love looking into peoples windows, I know its rude..." and one of the other commuters heard me, this balding man in a suit and tie, sitting typing something on his laptop. And he just burst out laughing. And that was cool. Cos he said "I know exactly what you mean". Which hopefully he means to those little peeping tom moments into peoples omes from the train, rather than literally, a scary sort of peeping tom thing. Jonesy and me giggled to each other, and wondered what else people had listened to. Cos we talk pretty frankly, me and jonesy, about everything. And we forget other people are there, or aware of us discussing the things we think of. Like Jonesy telling me his German mistake. He took a tour of german exchamge students round dynamic earth last year and tried to impress them about going through 13 million years.. but instead of "going through", he said "durchfall" which means diaorehea in german, and they were in hysterics apparently, of 13 million years of it. So Jonesy left the foreign languages to them. now I've run out of things to say, but I hope its ok. see you at the picnic if i see you, if not, don't worry, gordon isn't going now so it won't be very good really. Love, idles xxx ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Sign up for SBC Yahoo! Dial - First Month Free http://sbc.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 brianraindogs at xxx.com Thu Jul 4 09:21:42 2002 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Thu, 04 Jul 2002 08:21:42 +0000 Subject: Sinister: pubnic Message-ID: Great I'll bring a pack of cards and amaze ya all with me card tricks . . . (Well I only got the book yesterday) also if i was ms minster from the midlands I'd go to the glasgow fest as well 'cos ya never know who or what might happen ;-) toddlepip brian _________________________________________________________________ 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 therapy.services at xxx.org Thu Jul 4 09:59:57 2002 From: therapy.services at xxx.org (therapy.services at xxx.org) Date: Thu, 04 Jul 2002 09:59:57 +0100 Subject: Sinister: The Model with those tragic flares Message-ID: With regards to Big Brother, Michael Grant said: " so I shall continue to judge them and laugh at them and shout hateful slogans at them. That's the point of the show." That's the point of life, surely? So in the spirit of pointing and laughing at others, I set out to meet my partner in crime, Mr Greg Pallis, and head down to the auditions for Model Behaviour (reality tv in the vein of popstars for those not familiar), in order to revel in the sheer insanity of it all, and perhaps spread rumours about the prettiest girls having botox injections and shagging the cameramen for screen time. But of course G, no doubt far too busy admiring his eerie resemblance to James Franco in the mirror, was FIVE HOURS LATE. Luckily, being a lady of resource, I had plenty to amuse me. From the tap dancing girl with THE BIGGEST jean wedgie in the world, to the break dancing, camera hogging drama school graduates, to the hordes of Denise Van Outen wannabes, toppling over on their cork platform shoes whilst trying to justify wearing a 'belt? No, skirt' on a rainy London morning. "Good thing about the cold, it keeps your nipples pert." A quick tour of the queue turned into a mammoth hike around Blackfriars as it stretched down the street, around the corner, down that street, around another corner and down a tunnel, and I'm happy to say that after receiving numerous "you don't stand a chance against me bi-atch!" looks from the Topshop brigade, I joined the queue. For two seconds. And the I legged it across the street to hang out with an assortment of sleazoids who were ogling laydee's bootie. Naturally inclined to eavesdrop, the slobbering letches were disappointingly keeping shctum. Most likely too busy filing images away in their spank bank to discuss the merits of reality television shows and their pop cultural importance. Although two P Diddy wannabes casually repeated "hott", "nasty", "nasty", "hott" for a few minutes. They were class. And being a classy gal, I joined in on the ogling par-tay and scrutinised the queue, hoping to find sexy hunks of man meat who would be worthy enough of my crush of the day. This was more difficult than I thought as, being the type of girl who'd rather not have people noticing her jaw drop to the ground, I would need a suitable disguise and alas, the fake moustache and glasses were at home. Happily, some magazine reps were handing out free copies of Glamour magazine, which I cleverly placed in front of my face in true old-skool hideout stylee. Eyes peering over the edge, I scanned the crowd for a mod dreamboat, or a refined gentleman, or even a baller with his pockets full grown. Rather disappointingly, there seemed to be only two types of boys in the line. Those who looked like they were auditioning for East 17 circa 1993 and those who looked like they were auditioning for a Blue tribute act. Two tribes which certainly don't take my fancy. Firstly because I hate anything related to East 17 (old Take That obsessions die hard), and secondly because, well because they look like Blue and middle-aged men with a Shoreditch Mullet/Hoxton Fin (delete as appropriate) are simply the pants. So it looks like my Simon Pegg stalker status shall remain intact. Facing the reality that my bohunkless situation was not going to improve, I made like Young MC and busted a move, high-tailing it to the Thames for a quick stroll along the Southbank, which is still one of my favourite things ever to do in London. But the possibility of seeing a blonde, arrogant and extremely short judge destroying the dreams of the youth was too much to resist. And as Mr Pallis had arrived, it was back to Model B for auditions a-go-go. But of course, on return, the queue had damn well closed, destroying all hopes of doing catalogue work for Argos. Still, the day was saved when I was treated to an impromptu 'David Foster Wallace kicks ass' lecture and Spiderman watchage. Both of which were ace. xx Miss Marianna Longmire +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com Thu Jul 4 15:21:55 2002 From: pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com (hannah brown) Date: Thu, 04 Jul 2002 15:21:55 +0100 Subject: Sinister: you can hurt yourself if you drink the milk before smelling theplasticcontainer Message-ID: hello hm, so i've been sat here for about a minute staring at "hello" and thinking, shit, maybe thats all i want to say but it's not. I went into town today to buy a book, unfortunatly the route i took meant walking past two record shops, so i bought some (obviously). Amongst them was "f# a#00" by GSYBE and it was wonderful, it had lots of interesting things to read and came with a canadian penny that had apparently been squished slightly by a passing train (well, either this or banshed by a big machine in a factory, but i am willing to pretend that it was a train). It was sort of exciting and fun to find a little coin inside and i wondered why it wasnt done more often? Has anyone seen what Twisted Nerve are doing? If you go on their site they tell you about a great little scheme they've got going that is cool and rather expensive, yey! As of september they are releasing a 45" record a month, for 12 months, it is DEAD exclusive and will feature different bands each month, The deal is that you have to pay �50-�60 for the whole subscription. Now, i don't usually confess to being a consumer whore but on this occasion i admit that i have been drawn in quite heavily and am gonna start saving me pennies now, coz I WANT THOSE RECORDS! If anyone would like to donate some money to the "FEED A CONSUMER WHORE FUND" it would be very much appreciated and you will recieve a badge and a monthly update on what i have been spending it on and how it is improving my quality of life, thanks. Ok, im off to our local, musical supermarket where they play gabrielle, linol richie and such love hannahXXXXXX ps, i want to go to an idleberry picnic but live too many pennies away, sniff _________________________________________________________________ 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 esme at xxx.com Thu Jul 4 18:18:21 2002 From: esme at xxx.com (ee fumblings) Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2002 18:18:21 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: haikus revealed // weeks twentyfive // two thousand and two Message-ID: Subject: Sinister: I want to be the girl who sings the Lotto song.. I decided to sit outside in the Famous Cock's (ahem) garden. If Your Parents Had No Children, Neither Will You". Can't argue with that. Paul, Greg, Stefano and a Man in Black who was neither Smith nor Jones. There were also quite a few mirrors which was a bit disconcerting. There was some Lloyd Cole too, but no Pinefox to appreciate it. Officer gave them a few fair warnings about their behaviour. I went in, and met Miss Clark. I can tell you, I hated that woman. And she grabbed my foot, and pushed my toes together, and roared "POINT!" at me. So my parents would drive me through to Hamilton, twice a week, to dance. I spluttered on the smell of her cigarettes and could barely breathe. Hum, sorry it's a bit boring. That's what being skint will do for you. El Presidente and build her a palace and/or a big bronze statue. Such sallies and swoons. A starling flock. A total eclipse of the moon. I got back into in my house. It may not run; but it'll stay locked. The way it's shot and the way it's projected; it's like you're there almost. Someone then went and got a *big-ass* bottle of tequila. Awww shit. The hard house bit? Hey Matthew Henderson. I like both Phish and the Clash. I love to talk to people. I don't care if I don't know them either. Airplane's White Rabbit is playing very loudly over the wide aisles. I will send you a few. Thing is, you'd have to tell me where you stuck them. Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt. It really didn't have a very good effect on my memory. Also. cos I'm not jealous in the slightest. It was a darn good wank. NOW all he had to do was talk dirty, and you're over excited. If you see me, cross the road and avoid me for the next week or so. I don't know if the above is true, but thought I'd write it anyway. // ee // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 jason.cochrane at xxx.com Thu Jul 4 18:56:26 2002 From: jason.cochrane at xxx.com (jason.cochrane at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2002 13:56:26 -0400 Subject: Sinister: if we're talking about love, then I have to tell you Message-ID: <2F96BE4C7CC6D211A55F0008C7A4397604F1E721@OHSC-EX4> Dear Readers, I'm not sure where I'm headed... sitting here... bored out of my mind. So I have decided to write you my sinistors and sinistorita's. It is a very nice day here in sunny Toronto. In fact far too nice for our current garbage collection strike... the streets are starting to smell... everything is starting to smell... why do these things always happen in the summer? I have never heard of a garbage strike in the winter... or maybe I just haven't noticed. I haven't wrote in a while... Things are good if unchanged. I'm not used to having a routine. For the last couple years I have had no use for a bed time... or any reason to eat meals at specific times of day. I miss rotating shift work. It always kept me on my toes. I had a very nice old skool bar-b-que last night on my back deck. It felt like I was 16 again and my parents had gone for the weekend. I must say I grilled dem steaks to perfection (for those of you out there who are married to the carrot, just pretend I said something made out of soy) many 40oz's of OE and blunts were enjoyed by all. Particularly me who got doused in malt liquor for putting on "sad bastard" music (ie. i love my car). Once the food was gone we moved the party inside, I had a good 15-20 people bumping to the spotieotiedopalicous sounds of *m j j a s o n d * my name for the evening. Not bad for a wednesday night (a normal one... Canada day was last week) the big hits for the night were... sunny meadows by Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, Herbal Scent by Yesterday's New Quintet and Southern Fried Funk by Arrested Development... my attempts to add both the Beta Band and Grandaddy to the mix were met with resistance but eventually people were feeling the summer vibe. So I ask you sinisters.... hit me(off list) with your favorite summer tracks (no more than 5)... stuff that makes you want to shake shake shake your rump... I'll post the ultimate sinister summer compilation tracklisting once I get enough suggestions.... don't take the easy way out... try to stay away from eighties to early 90's pop tunes if you can... I'm sure everybody's heard Melt With You Toni Tony Tone's, It Feels Good anyone? Ya'll feel me, my daemae's? Jason P.S. I woke up to sad professor this morning.... it was playing on the radio. strange... it wasn't even a single. Maybe i was still dreaming. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jason.cochrane at xxx.com Thu Jul 4 19:08:55 2002 From: jason.cochrane at xxx.com (jason.cochrane at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2002 14:08:55 -0400 Subject: Sinister: if we're talking about love, then I have to tell you Message-ID: <2F96BE4C7CC6D211A55F0008C7A4397604F1E722@OHSC-EX4> > Dear Readers, > > I'm not sure where I'm headed... sitting here... bored out of my mind. > > So I have decided to write you my sinistors and sinistorita's. > It is a very nice day here in sunny Toronto. In fact far too nice for our > current garbage collection strike... the streets are starting to smell... > everything is starting to smell... why do these things always happen in > the summer? > I have never heard of a garbage strike in the winter... or maybe I just > haven't noticed. > > I haven't wrote in a while... Things are good if unchanged. I'm not used > to having a routine. For the last couple years I have had no use for a bed > time... or any reason to eat meals at specific times of day. I miss > rotating shift work. It always kept me on my toes. > > I had a very nice old skool bar-b-que last night on my back deck. It felt > like I was 16 again and my parents had gone for the weekend. I must say I > grilled dem steaks to perfection (for those of you out there who are > married to the carrot, just pretend I said something made out of soy) many > 40oz's of OE and blunts were enjoyed by all. Particularly me who got > doused in malt liquor for putting on "sad bastard" music (ie. i love my > car). > > Once the food was gone we moved the party inside, I had a good 15-20 > people bumping to the spotieotiedopalicous sounds of *m j j a s o n d * my > name for the evening. Not bad for a wednesday night (a normal one... > Canada day was last week) the big hits for the night were... sunny > meadows by Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, Herbal Scent by Yesterday's New > Quintet and Southern Fried Funk by Arrested Development... my attempts to > add both the Beta Band and Grandaddy to the mix were met with resistance > but eventually people were feeling the summer vibe. > > So I ask you sinisters.... hit me(off list) with your favorite summer > tracks (no more than 5)... stuff that makes you want to shake shake shake > your rump... > > I'll post the ultimate sinister summer compilation tracklisting once I get > enough suggestions.... > > don't take the easy way out... try to stay away from eighties to early > 90's pop tunes if you can... I'm sure everybody's heard Melt With You > > Toni Tony Tone's, It Feels Good anyone? > > Ya'll feel me, my daemae's? > > Jason > > P.S. I woke up to sad professor this morning.... it was playing on the > radio. > strange... it wasn't even a single. Maybe i was still dreaming. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jason.cochrane at xxx.com Thu Jul 4 20:27:58 2002 From: jason.cochrane at xxx.com (jason.cochrane at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2002 15:27:58 -0400 Subject: Sinister: if we're talking about love, then I have to tell you Message-ID: <2F96BE4C7CC6D211A55F0008C7A4397604F1E724@OHSC-EX4> > Dear Readers, > > I'm not sure where I'm headed... sitting here... bored out of my mind. > > So I have decided to write you my sinistors and sinistorita's. > It is a very nice day here in sunny Toronto. In fact far too nice for our > current garbage collection strike... the streets are starting to smell... > everything is starting to smell... why do these things always happen in > the summer? > I have never heard of a garbage strike in the winter... or maybe I just > haven't noticed. > > I haven't wrote in a while... Things are good if unchanged. I'm not used > to having a routine. For the last couple years I have had no use for a bed > time... or any reason to eat meals at specific times of day. I miss > rotating shift work. It always kept me on my toes. > > I had a very nice old skool bar-b-que last night on my back deck. It felt > like I was 16 again and my parents had gone for the weekend. I must say I > grilled dem steaks to perfection (for those of you out there who are > married to the carrot, just pretend I said something made out of soy) many > 40oz's of OE and blunts were enjoyed by all. Particularly me who got > doused in malt liquor for putting on "sad bastard" music (ie. i love my > car). > > Once the food was gone we moved the party inside, I had a good 15-20 > people bumping to the spotieotiedopalicous sounds of *m j j a s o n d * my > name for the evening. Not bad for a wednesday night (a normal one... > Canada day was last week) the big hits for the night were... sunny > meadows by Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, Herbal Scent by Yesterday's New > Quintet and Southern Fried Funk by Arrested Development... my attempts to > add both the Beta Band and Grandaddy to the mix were met with resistance > but eventually people were feeling the summer vibe. > > So I ask you sinisters.... hit me(off list) with your favorite summer > tracks (no more than 5)... stuff that makes you want to shake shake shake > your rump... > > I'll post the ultimate sinister summer compilation tracklisting once I get > enough suggestions.... > > don't take the easy way out... try to stay away from eighties to early > 90's pop tunes if you can... I'm sure everybody's heard Melt With You > > Toni Tony Tone's, It Feels Good anyone? > > Ya'll feel me, my daemae's? > > Jason > > P.S. I woke up to sad professor this morning.... it was playing on the > radio. > strange... it wasn't even a single. Maybe i was still dreaming. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Thu Jul 4 21:53:02 2002 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Thu, 04 Jul 2002 21:53:02 +0100 Subject: Sinister: how twee is your love? In-Reply-To: Message-ID: I happened to have five or so minutes to spare and there wasn't much on the telly except interminable DIY shows and stuff about sport, so I thought I'd do something useful with my time. Then, I decided to do this instead: HOW TWEE ARE YOU? Are you the floppiest of floppy-fringed indie kids? Do you sigh whenever you hear a girl in a charity shop dress blow tunelessly into a recorder? Have you ever drunk lemonade at a gig "as a fashion statement"? Are you whistling a happy tune to yourself while you eke away your precious youth on the internet? Then you, my friend, may well be twee! But how twee are you? Find out with this exciting Twee Test, which works out scientifically just out twee you really are. To take part simply go to http://www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk and press on the link cunningly entitled Twee Test. Erm, that's it. Apart from to say "Friday night, they'll be dressed to kill/down at Geno's bar and grill/the drink will flow and the blood will spill/but if the boys wanna fight you better let 'em!" Damn, that's my twee rating blown right out of the water. x ps - "the jukebox in the corner blasting out my favourite song...." +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jul 4 23:51:23 2002 From: rfadden at xxx.com (rrrrobyn) Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2002 15:51:23 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: i've driven in the dark with echoes in my heart Message-ID: <20020704225123.84251.qmail@web11105.mail.yahoo.com> sinister! ohmygod, blow-by-blow descriptions of the queue for Model Behaviour! how brilliant is miss marianna?! she is all class, but so very hott&nasty too. (and david foster wallace certain *does* kick ass. but does he *lately*? discuss.) watching the footage of the queue and auditions for Popstars (canadian version, bien sur) was one of my favourite parts of that show. so painful, so elating, so entertaining. there's something to be said for getting to watch emotion that you don't have to participate in. the whole actual and for real 'dealing with emotions' thing can really be draining. (i'm mostly being facetious here. but, as usual, not entirely.) the other night i finally saw the buffy musical episode. i fell off the couch in amazement and didn't move until a commercial break. that is how good it was. the floor was cold and hard. cold and hard like, oh ferget it. i finally bought the new wilco album 'yankee foxtrot hotel' (which is the greatest title ever if you listen to the album with it's radio code voice saying those words. yeah!) it's a fabulous album (i put it in my work bag today with some other cds and thought 'y'know, robyn, you're really only going to listen to that album today so why bring all the others?' and i was right) and it completely appeals to the small parts of me that are, in no particular order: hopelessly romantic, depressed and wallowing in it, foolish. but really, a good mix of things though. i'm a sucker for the mixed emotion, me. no, that's not true. i mostly like it cut and dried and conveniently pre-wrapped in cellophane with a big huge label declaring things like: 'happy!', 'sad!', 'love!', 'unadulterated pleasure!', 'depressed with reason!', 'rad!', the list goes on. of course it does. i guess emotion is kind of sold to us on many levels anyway 'these days', so this isn't as figurative as i'd like it to be. or perhaps would not like it to be. am i supposed to sigh at this point? i have no idea. i also have the new (to me) sodastream 'the hill for company' (which is so very sodastream and therefore makes me happy) and the new russian futurists (which is only 27 minutes long, but a-okay!). also, now i have no money! hahaha. i actually went to the record store with the *express purpose* of buying mum tickets but they did not have them in yet and then i looked at the new music wall and there were all these things! and also! vilkas is my new hero. i've never met the girl, but she is *great* and rawks and should form a 'flirty-yet-somehow-shy' group with me and a bunch of other sinister girls (i'm sure you know who you are, yeah). i don't know what this group would accomplish, but ideas are fun to share, so there you go. maybe we will all just do what we do and rock our respective houses. it's called rawkin' the haus, yo. and, perhaps lastly, if only b/c i didn't know where to put this paragraph: this whole weblog thing is worrying me. in a way i want one and think it's cool and admire a lot of weblogs out there (even though i feel all weird and voyeuristic, but that's an issue for another email), but in another way, i so totally do not want one. i think that maybe if i wrote it from the perspective of something inanimate then it might be okay. but okay, anyway, why oh why oh why did it have to be shortened down to 'blog'?! it's totally criminal. does that word not just sound awful? i don't even want to say it out loud. it has no grace. the 'b' with 'log', it's just not a nice combination. and, really, 'weblog' is only one more measly syllable. long live syllables! in a multi way! um. that said. happy 4th of july to all you 'mericans! and have a fun glasgow picnic to all you people over there of various nationalities! 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!? Sign up for SBC Yahoo! Dial - First Month Free http://sbc.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 terryunderwear at xxx.com Fri Jul 5 05:57:22 2002 From: terryunderwear at xxx.com (terry underwear) Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2002 11:57:22 +0700 Subject: Sinister: Win a Prize in the Belle and Sebastian Cryptic Challenge! Message-ID: Hello, i was going to call this post "Last Night I Dreamt I Killed Myself", because 1) it sounds like a Smiths song and 2) I did. Although I didn't die in my dream, i just slit my wrists. then i soaked them in milk and felt very relaxed. weird eh? it wasn't really a nightmare as it wasn't at all scarey. just a little strange. any dream analysts out there? the night before last i had a wonderful, but impossible, dream. i was at a nick drake concert, and saw him play pink moon and time has told me, plus he covered mayfly. nick drake covering belle and sebastian! how brilliant is that. if only all dreams could be like that. when is someone going to invent a dream recorder? by the way, nick is quite good live. not much crowd interaction though. Has anyone else had dreams of concerts? Now to the subject of this post. I'm on holidays and bored and have lots of spare time. So may I present..................................... The Belle and Sebastian Cryptic Challenge. The answers to all these are either song titles, bits from songs, bodily parts, band names, or sinister related things. The first 3 people to email me(offlist of course) with all the correct answers win a small inexpensive prize. have fun, MR terry underwear The Clues! 1. Stuarts confounded rams are sexy (4). 2. Go out on a wing before June (6). 3. The list is feeling this (8). 4. A jumbled main test I hate, so I'm not happy for a day (3,5,2,2,2). 5. Everyone measures the place of learning (2,4,3,6). 6. My friend and I are the opposite of you and the underage kid (2,3,3,5). 7. 100 pretenders (1,7,2,6). 8. Initially, my alligator rarely yelled jovial offerings at this girl (4,2). 9. Similar to Bob at the cinema (4,5,2,3,6). 10. Sounds like you are talking about what the boy does for Liverpool and Widnes (6). 11. Evil sin band tease label. But aren't they why we are all here? (5,3,9). 12. When told this story you get grey. (5,3,5,5). 13. Past the dawn? (6,3,7). 14. Screw this poo (4,4,4). 15. Getting messed up helps Tim sing, but only for the easy bits. (6,6). 16. Somewhere in the mistaken churchgoer lies a cult figure (3,3). 17. This sinister person likes small lazy fruit (9). 18. Everyone loves this paltry picnic game, especially the birds! (4,4,5). 19. Doze all day and all night (5,3,5,6). 20. Sounds like I am finished thinking (2,8,4,3,4). 21. Terry and Julie form a new band somewhere in the waterloo period (6). 22. Winnie the Pooh loves our mummy (5). 23. Roll Lassie forwards? God no, backwards! (3,2,6). 24. This is a gorgeous song (9). 25. Groucho and what sounds like trigonometry (4,3,6). _____________________________________________________ Supercharge your e-mail with a 25MB Inbox, POP3 Access, No Ads and NoTaglines --> LYCOS MAIL PLUS. http://www.mail.lycos.com/brandPage.shtml?pageId=plus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jul 5 11:50:35 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2002 10:50:35 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Take Your Fanny Pack and Shove It Message-ID: Hello Suddenly I have all sorts of things to say, and not much time to say it in. I've decided to split it up into installments, so you don't all get bored. *** Archel said: "i was momentarily concerned to hear that rachel's fanny looks like isobel's, then i remembered that she is american, dude, so it isn't nearly such a strange thing to reveal..." I've just come back from America, and among the million infomercials I saw one for an "Amazing Three in One Fanny Firmer". My friend who I was staying with heard me laughing and couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. "I got myself a firmer fanny in only two weeks with the amazing fanny firmer." It truly was amazing. he he! It reminded me of a time when I was still at school and nine o-clock on saturday mornings still had meaning to me. That meaning was saturday morning tv. I was a Going Live! boy through and through, but even I got bored sometimes, especially when they had the Agony Uncle on. I remember his main piece of advice was always "Tell the big boys to bog off" and I'm sure hundreds of spotty nosed, speccy boys still bear the scars today from the beatings they got because of it. Well, one morning I had flicked over to CITV, which I think at the time was being presented by a giant kangaroo, and they were on the whacky purple sofa doing an interview with Hulk Hogan, who was promoting his new film, "Mister Nanny". The interview was going well, and although I wasn't allowed to watch wrestling so I couldn't understand much of it, I was still fascinated enough by his droopy moustaches to stop myself flipping channels. At the end of the interview, Hulk Hogan pointed his ten inch finger at camera one for a close up. He growled: "I'm Mister Nanny, and I'm gonna whup yo fanny" Now I wasn't quite sure what "whupping" was, but I certainly knew what a fanny was, so I was sure that a "whupped" one was even ruder. I was shocked. The presenters were shocked. Their faces were all squiggles and lines. The kangaroo made a hasty pratfall to try to divert attention from Hulk's confused expression, and his moustaches which were drooping more and more by the second. The commercials came on. I flipped back to Going Live!, where Trevor and Simon were swinging their pants. I knew where I was safe. ITV was just too hot to handle. *** ooh, I've got an awful lot to say, but I have to do a bit of work. So I'll save the rest for the next installment, including all about my holiday, and maybe, who knows, a little b+s content... Until then... bye! Robin 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 brianraindogs at xxx.com Fri Jul 5 13:24:33 2002 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2002 12:24:33 +0000 Subject: Sinister: pubnic glorious weather (important point!) Message-ID: Well whata scorcher out there?! yay! i think Idleberry should announce a pubnic every day from now until October. Let's see if we can keep the weather looking good, no picnics 'cos it will pisseth down then. I just remebered that the city centre of Glasgow is going to be full of religous loonies tomorrow. As it's the Orange Walk, so don't bring along that comedy pope bunnet anyone. Walking through the town centre of Glasgow today in glorious sunshine, there was a loada goth types waiting outside hmv in argyle street in leather and black. Sweltering and wearing runny eyeliner.. And then on the bus there was a guy wearing a doc marten brogue (oxblood) and a white trainer. Very fetching it looked, but not for me ah well im away for a coool beer and a good book. farewell till tomorrow brian (he of teh exploding telly) _________________________________________________________________ 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 jasonandreas at xxx.com Fri Jul 5 13:41:02 2002 From: jasonandreas at xxx.com (Jason Andreas) Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2002 13:41:02 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Cheer up goth! Have an Irn Bru! Message-ID: <001d01c22421$399238c0$d3af7ad5@oemcomputer> I tried that line of a couple of goths in Rufus T Firefly's last night. They didn't cheer up. Nor did they take the Irn Bru. Spoilsports. I've actually given up Irn Bru now. Which will undoubtedly come as a shock to, well, anyone who knows me. Ever. C'est la vie. I needed to try and quit while I still had a couple of teeth left. Eek, dentists are evil!!! Goodness, it's sunny today. How on earth did that happen? *basks* Oh well, I think this'll be Scotland's summer, so we may as well make the most of the 12 hours we're allocated per year of sunshine, eh? I'm 21 today! Hurrah! Now, how did you people allow me to live this long...? Yes, so I'm having a wee do tonight (which has been placed in the Metro as being an Andreas Johnson gig for some reason - someone's gotta be taking the piss!) in the 13th Note, so if you see a kilted wandered walking around, come and say hi. Said kilt will also be making appearance in "Jillys" in Manchester tomorrow night, so if there's any Manchester folk going, come say hi. Hurrah! I'm saying hurrah an awful lot. Hurrah! I'm on the verge of finally leaving Cumbernauld and moving into a nice wee Glasgow flat in the Southside somewhere, which is good. I'm also gonna dye my hair again, because it's about the only thing I *can* do with it. Enjoyed the QMU gig muchly. Especially when Stuart lost his temper. Such a sexy man when he's angry... ;) Not as sexy as the girlies who were agreeing with my calls for Modern Rock Song to be played. It's become a tradition now for them to completely ignore my requests for it. Gah! One day... *rubs hands together in evil plotting mode* Can someone tell me why, when I have a CD player, MD player and MP3 player, I've gone back to listening to cassettes? What happened to technophile Jase? Grr! And while I'm asking questions, why are God Machine and Girls Against Boys albums so bloody difficult to get a hold of in Glasgow? Cure gig this month too! Whee! 15 minutes. Endless drivel. I shall go away now. - 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 dafyd2001 at xxx.com Fri Jul 5 13:38:34 2002 From: dafyd2001 at xxx.com (dafyd strange) Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2002 05:38:34 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: deam of all the bowling kids that hang around you,my technique is no different from the rest Message-ID: <20020705123834.4891.qmail@web12807.mail.yahoo.com> hello there, im just writing from work,which means two things 1)im stupidly bored at work (thus im posting a mindlessly boring post to the list) & 2) if i got caught writing to you lot i'll more than probberly loose my job,as mu boss is mumra from thundercats,no kidding! I've decided to goto alot more sinister gaverings this summer,so far i've been to a picnic & bowling,both were pretty fun,i have to say i preferd the bowling as i was told my technique was crowd pleaseing.I couldnt see it myself but hey take others people words for my technique,i mean to me it was just bowling.If any of you are at the picnic on primrose hill on the 13th then i'll be more than glad to try and talk you throgh my technique,if thats want you want to hear,i cant see why you would want to know for though. So it was birthday on sunday (30th june) now im 21 cant you see a more mature edge to my writing,if you can please inform me wher you see this mature edge & i'll cut it out immeaditly. Someone called up work yesterday and said he had a leaky heart valve,i think he got the wrong number and wanted a plumbing service,ah well. must dash. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Sign up for SBC 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 kmhyde at xxx.edu Fri Jul 5 13:59:46 2002 From: kmhyde at xxx.edu (kmhyde at xxx.edu) Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2002 08:59:46 -0400 (EDT) Subject: Sinister: oh come on, just dish. or just sip from your cup. Message-ID: <1025873986.3d25984261b7b@webmail1.wm.edu> Oh, chuckle, chuckle. It's been over a year since my last sinister post. Will that do for an act of contrition? let's just go with it. The whole 'post-graduation dream of success' thing has kind of blown up in my face. Lesson to be learned, w/r/t taking jobs on the basis that they permit physical proximity to girlfriend: don't do it, as girlfriend will break-up with you in hilarious fashion, which is both de- and impressive. Has any other guy on the list ever fallen victim to the old "I want my relationship to be like Meg Ryan lightning bolt type love. But I could also imagine myself marrying you and having like 40 of your children." Oh man, that one kills me every time I get it. contra-heartbreaking news, I saw my first Belle and Sebastian show in May. Is anyone still holding their breath for an excruciatingly detailed review of the D.C. show? It was good, and I danced a lot. Also, my friend was hugged by a very nice girl after the concert for dancing, and I'm not kidding here, "like the devil himself". So, lest this turn into a very very boring personal thing, let me just mention that I'm glad to be back on the list, with the likes of, well, I can't remember who the current list celebrities are, so I'll go with Chu and Llew. and but, being compared to Andy Dick on a nearly daily basis will, in fact, have a definite pernicious effect on self-esteem/burgeoning agoraphobia. me, Kev +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jason.cochrane at xxx.com Fri Jul 5 13:41:24 2002 From: jason.cochrane at xxx.com (jason.cochrane at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2002 08:41:24 -0400 Subject: Sinister: if we're talking about love, then I have to tell you Message-ID: <2F96BE4C7CC6D211A55F0008C7A4397604F1E725@OHSC-EX4> > Dear Readers, > > I'm not sure where I'm headed... sitting here... bored out of my mind. > > So I have decided to write you my sinistors and sinistorita's. > It is a very nice day here in sunny Toronto. In fact far too nice for our > current garbage collection strike... the streets are starting to smell... > everything is starting to smell... why do these things always happen in > the summer? > I have never heard of a garbage strike in the winter... or maybe I just > haven't noticed. > > I haven't wrote in a while... Things are good if unchanged. I'm not used > to having a routine. For the last couple years I have had no use for a bed > time... or any reason to eat meals at specific times of day. I miss > rotating shift work. It always kept me on my toes. > > I had a very nice old skool bar-b-que last night on my back deck. It felt > like I was 16 again and my parents had gone for the weekend. I must say I > grilled dem steaks to perfection (for those of you out there who are > married to the carrot, just pretend I said something made out of soy) many > 40oz's of OE and blunts were enjoyed by all. Particularly me who got > doused in malt liquor for putting on "sad bastard" music (ie. i love my > car). > > Once the food was gone we moved the party inside, I had a good 15-20 > people bumping to the spotieotiedopalicous sounds of *m j j a s o n d * my > name for the evening. Not bad for a wednesday night (a normal one... > Canada day was last week) the big hits for the night were... sunny > meadows by Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, Herbal Scent by Yesterday's New > Quintet and Southern Fried Funk by Arrested Development... my attempts to > add both the Beta Band and Grandaddy to the mix were met with resistance > but eventually people were feeling the summer vibe. > > So I ask you sinisters.... hit me(off list) with your favorite summer > tracks (no more than 5)... stuff that makes you want to shake shake shake > your rump... > > I'll post the ultimate sinister summer compilation tracklisting once I get > enough suggestions.... > > don't take the easy way out... try to stay away from eighties to early > 90's pop tunes if you can... I'm sure everybody's heard Melt With You > > Toni Tony Tone's, It Feels Good anyone? > > Ya'll feel me, my daemae's? > > Jason > > P.S. I woke up to sad professor this morning.... it was playing on the > radio. > strange... it wasn't even a single. Maybe i was still dreaming. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jason.cochrane at xxx.com Fri Jul 5 13:41:24 2002 From: jason.cochrane at xxx.com (jason.cochrane at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2002 08:41:24 -0400 Subject: Sinister: if we're talking about love, then I have to tell you Message-ID: <2F96BE4C7CC6D211A55F0008C7A4397604F1E725@OHSC-EX4> > Dear Readers, > > I'm not sure where I'm headed... sitting here... bored out of my mind. > > So I have decided to write you my sinistors and sinistorita's. > It is a very nice day here in sunny Toronto. In fact far too nice for our > current garbage collection strike... the streets are starting to smell... > everything is starting to smell... why do these things always happen in > the summer? > I have never heard of a garbage strike in the winter... or maybe I just > haven't noticed. > > I haven't wrote in a while... Things are good if unchanged. I'm not used > to having a routine. For the last couple years I have had no use for a bed > time... or any reason to eat meals at specific times of day. I miss > rotating shift work. It always kept me on my toes. > > I had a very nice old skool bar-b-que last night on my back deck. It felt > like I was 16 again and my parents had gone for the weekend. I must say I > grilled dem steaks to perfection (for those of you out there who are > married to the carrot, just pretend I said something made out of soy) many > 40oz's of OE and blunts were enjoyed by all. Particularly me who got > doused in malt liquor for putting on "sad bastard" music (ie. i love my > car). > > Once the food was gone we moved the party inside, I had a good 15-20 > people bumping to the spotieotiedopalicous sounds of *m j j a s o n d * my > name for the evening. Not bad for a wednesday night (a normal one... > Canada day was last week) the big hits for the night were... sunny > meadows by Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, Herbal Scent by Yesterday's New > Quintet and Southern Fried Funk by Arrested Development... my attempts to > add both the Beta Band and Grandaddy to the mix were met with resistance > but eventually people were feeling the summer vibe. > > So I ask you sinisters.... hit me(off list) with your favorite summer > tracks (no more than 5)... stuff that makes you want to shake shake shake > your rump... > > I'll post the ultimate sinister summer compilation tracklisting once I get > enough suggestions.... > > don't take the easy way out... try to stay away from eighties to early > 90's pop tunes if you can... I'm sure everybody's heard Melt With You > > Toni Tony Tone's, It Feels Good anyone? > > Ya'll feel me, my daemae's? > > Jason > > P.S. I woke up to sad professor this morning.... it was playing on the > radio. > strange... it wasn't even a single. Maybe i was still dreaming. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From brianraindogs at xxx.com Fri Jul 5 15:11:20 2002 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2002 14:11:20 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Cheer up goth! Have an Irn Bru! Message-ID: Well I once lost a tooth and put it in a glass of irn bru and watched it rot . . . sacry what that stuff does to yer choppers. _________________________________________________________________ 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 jason.cochrane at xxx.com Fri Jul 5 14:34:46 2002 From: jason.cochrane at xxx.com (jason.cochrane at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2002 09:34:46 -0400 Subject: Sinister: I'm sorry, so sorry Message-ID: <2F96BE4C7CC6D211A55F0008C7A4397604F1E728@OHSC-EX4> I was getting an error message like the list was down.... Sorry peoples... didn't mean to flood you like that. *blushes* Have a good one Jason +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Fri Jul 5 18:19:22 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2002 17:19:22 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Sleeping with the enemy Message-ID: Hewwo sinister. I�ve been quiet of late because of mounting Uni work. But now it�s all over I can relax and sit on my arse sending emails to a bunch of bedroom saddo devotees. I applied for a job at V-Shop, went for an interview, and today I got it. Yay! to me. Satan's waiting for Monday morning with a red hot arse-poker with my name on it. It's not so bad though, I keep telling myself � I can be like a mole on the inside, carefully positioning B&S records in front of Destiny's Child, Primal Scream in front of Gareth Gates. The other people who work there seem okay, too, plus it's money (well, �4.88 per hour), and that's currently what I need. I'm a slave to the working week now, doncha know. So if anybody finds themselves in London�s Trendy Crouch End (to give it its full title), drop and say hello. I bought a laptop the other day, and rather spanking it is too. I'm pleased with it, anyway. The only slightly annoying thing is that my archaic version of Championship Manager is now obsolete - I was all ready to have an illicit game in bed (IN BED! yes, let�s play Spot The Bluddy Stoodent) when it said: "This program cannot run on this platform". Bastards at MicroSoft want to deny me of fun. I've ordered the ChampMan update, natch. Recent posts have been lovely. I�ve read every one since I got back from Uni and realised I had nothing better to do. I enjoyed Terry�s B&S quiz, and Danny�s �How To Be A Hipster In Five Easy Steps�, and Jason�s five-timer grew on me� ;-) As you can prolly tell by the rambling nature of this email, I've not done much this week, apart from get a job, and be thwarted in my attempt to indulge in nocturnal ChampMan sessions. Timmmytoast Henman just went out of Wimbledon, about which I have nothing interesting say. There's only five weeks until the beginning of the football season. Yippidy, and, quite literally, doo-dah. Hello, by the way. How are you? 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 _________________________________________________________________ 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 coinmaster63 at xxx.com Fri Jul 5 19:13:44 2002 From: coinmaster63 at xxx.com (Reggie Whitecastle) Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2002 11:13:44 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: Love and Scrambled Eggs Message-ID: <20020705181344.61524.qmail@web21105.mail.yahoo.com> Greetings Belle and Sebastian Fans Wow, a second post in the same week. Yesterday, while working, I was the one of only five people at my work complex. A few weeks ago they asked for volunteers to work on July 4th and I happily volunteered since I have a hefty coin habit to support and I really had nothing else to do anyway. After work, I was surprised as I drove home past my favorite diner to see it was open. I guess, after observing these posts, I've come to see that this seems to be the kind of forum where an old geezer like me can whine about his love life. Or lack thereof. Eight years ago, my ex wife and I got a divorce. I guess she hasn't really been replaced--instead I've just started obsessing over collecting things. I have 2 iguanas, a chameleon, and a snake named Baby. They are my family. Lately, though, I've found someone that I really admire and who I wish would love me. Her name is Denise, and she's the waitress at my favorite diner, Gunther Tooties. So.. last night when I drove by, I instinctively thought of her and whether or not she was working. Denise always refills my coffee right when I am wanting more. She gives me extra hashed browns and winks at me. A few times I've written her poems on my napkin, "Denise You make me weak in the knees Would you love me please?" But it just doesn't convey the message I want, and I end up tearing up the napkin each and every time. How can I tell this woman that I love her? Oh, woe is me! She's the kind of woman that I want to call "Sunshine" ! When I am feeling especially down in the dumps about Denise, I listen to "The Boy Done Wrong Again" and feel sorry for myself. My iguanas, John and Yoko, always make me feel better... but... there's just something about a human presence that a reptile's cannot match (Don't tell them I said that! LOL!) . So, I drove past the diner, and stepped in. I asked the busboy if Denise was working and he said she had the day off to visit her husband, who is in prison. I had never known about a husband. And at that moment I felt my heart go bursting into a thousand pieces. Toodles! Reggie __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Sign up for SBC Yahoo! Dial - First Month Free http://sbc.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 fbrito at xxx.br Sat Jul 6 04:34:08 2002 From: fbrito at xxx.br (Fernando Brito) Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2002 00:34:08 -0300 Subject: Sinister: That game isn't funny anymore Message-ID: Hello, Sinister! Last night I was in my bedroom watching the "boobs" episode of Everybody Loves Raymond... the one in which Ray's wife pretends that she made a plastic surgery on her breasts and when she comes out of the toilet to show him his new friends he says "You made two excelent choices!"! Haha! Well, not THAT funny, anyway... Then came the advertisements, so I started zapping... eventually I got to BBC World and what I saw made me jump out of my bed and come running to start writing this post. I didn't finish it last night because Hong, my korean flatmate, was sitting by my side reading what I was writing and I hate when people read something I haven't finished yet... ON BBC World it was showing something like a movie clip, I think it was a trailer because the tv show was called Talking Movies... anyway, it was showing some mental kids playing football and Stars of Track And Field was playing while this kid with brain damage was holding a football. It didn't last more than two or three seconds and the show ended, with ST&F playing. So weird! I didn't have enough time to understand what was that all about, actually I wasn't paying much attention until I heard Stuart Lee Murdoch's voice singing an alternative version of that song... it was a bit slower, but maybe it was the original version, I'm not sure... Now I ask you, guys, do you know something about this tv show or about this supposed movie? That put me insomniac! It was on BBC World, last night, about 21:30 Brazil time (00:30 GMT). ### Another question... Yesterday I was at work talking with my friend Marcos and some girl whose name I don't know, and this girl told us that we were anti-social b/c we never have lunch with the rest of the people there. Actually we are working there just for a short period, soon we'll go away, it's just that we (me and Marcos) just feel more comfortable this way, without people from other companies among us (we're in a project in a big TV network that only hires outsourcing companies, they basically don't have employees, it's just a lot of rival companies, one trying to take the other one's place, and we're shy, after all). We were talking about having lunch and related stuff when Marcos said that I only eat "green stuff", so the girl that we were talking with asked me if I never ate meat. I replied: "Well this is not true, I do eat martians!". Now I ask you: Who is the dumbest? Me, because my joke was too stupid, or them, because they don't know/understand that martians are green, for god's sake?! Please let me know if I'm really as witty as I think I am or just a moron! ### As nobody cared about my shaved head... I had to do something else to stand out. SO I PIERCED MY LEFT EYEBROW! YAY!! I have a piece of metal attached to my face!!! Now I REALLY cause offense by the way I look! And my boss didn't complain at all! In fact he gave me a raise!!! I think I'll hurry and tatto my forehead! Just to see what happens! Maybe they'll make me the president of the company! Speaking of earnings... do you remember that I once wrote that I would have to open a firm because they didn't want to pay the taxes for a well paid employee, so I would call my company "BS"?! Well, the time has come! "BS LTD" Not Bull-Shit as some of you funny guys said, but... you know! Too bad that they delayed this raise too much, so I won't have enough money to go to Spain/Benicassin/Tomatina this year. Sniff... ### Before I leave I'd like to thank Idleberry for being so kind with the "foreign people" and writing a special post for us and all other sans-picnic. Thanks Idles, I was getting upset with all that "picnic-here picnic-there" talking while here in Brazil we are so few and dispersed that it gets impossible to have our own B&S meet-up, so any post that doesn't have to do with B&S fans meeting and doing things together is a good post for me. I know I'm being jealous... damn you, grand-grand-grand... grandfather, you decided to come to this wild land instead of moving to the civilized Britain! ### AWww, yeah! This wild land is the WORLD CHAMPION! PENTA!!! *****!!!!! But I have to admit, this game isn't funny anymore... And we're not that good, but noone can beat us... this is so sad and boring... Brazil is like the Harlem Globe Trotters of football, it's like it's all arranged! SO EASY!!! Kisses and hugs! Fernando Brito +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Sat Jul 6 13:16:37 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2002 13:16:37 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: who choked on a peach? Message-ID: <20020706121637.32632.qmail@web10402.mail.yahoo.com> Sorry Jason Cochrane, there's only so many times I want to read your posts. I'll leave you to guess how many times that is, but it's not four. Can I expect more in the next digest too? Glasgow pubnic in 50 minutes, so possibly a bit late to be advertising it. I was crammed in a small room with virtually all of Camera Obscura last night (rather than the select cute ones, sigh), and it was indeed as frightening as it sounded. Note to self - never pick up an Edward Gorey book out of curiosity just before going to sleep. "N is for Neville who died of ennui". But it was the girl eviscerated by the huge axe that really got me. Shudder. In the event, I went and had a dream about making inappropriate advances to Jennifer Capriati, who was living at the time with Paul Field. She was NOT best pleased. Toodle pip y'all, with double props to Vilkas, as ever, 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 idleberry at xxx.com Sun Jul 7 13:22:21 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Sun, 7 Jul 2002 05:22:21 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: ooh get me away from here i'm dying... Message-ID: <20020707122221.73057.qmail@web14604.mail.yahoo.com> hullo..... well, I for one am feeling a bit worse for wear this morning. My clothes stink of ciggies, and I'm on the bru (Irn Bru- scottish soft drink, fizzy orange in colour with a synthetic taste, well known for its mystic cure to help aid a hangover into post-hangover. also, til recently, scotlands no.1 best selling soft drink- above coca cola. whch made Scotland the only country in the world where coca cola wasn't the number one soft drink.) I don't know if I had a lot to drink yesterday, it didn't feel like it at the time. Except when my brother was driving me home along the M8, I kept seeing bodies lying in the road. And then realising it wasn't actually bodies at all. It was my imagination. Well, I can't be worse than anyone else, cos nobody else has posted this fine morning in Schottland. Soheres what I recall, and what I'm going to say about the picnic: PRE PICNIC: sitting on the train, I got harrassed by the sectarian bigots, who were the most evil, nasty pieces of work I have ever seen in my life. I gave them a few choice words when they pulled out my earphone and shouted in my ear. These are evil people. EVIL EVIL EVIL. I'm not going to say anything more becuase: a. you will never read so much swearing in your life; b. I have a picnic to report on, and this, although not the greatest start t a picnic, I shouldn't let it spoil a hazey report back to Honey HQ. PICNIC first of all, thanks to Lucy Alder. I might have arranged it, but I didn't have a clue where West 13 was, and had to phone and ask directions. *blush* BRIAN MCNEILL showed us his card trick. MARK CASSAROLE'S first question when i sat down with my drink was about wanking. Something about using a stop watch and timing how long it takes you to get it up. Never tried it, but I can't look at watches now without thinking about the man. ALLY COOK made sure i stopped trying to smoke my ciggie the wrong way around. hmm. There was a football game. Dunno- was it 1-0 or something? Brian brought a fire extinguisher. the lovely BELLE , got chatted up (if you call arse sniffing) by a beagle, who looked a bit frisky. LUCY took lots of photos. MY HAYFEVER behaved itself in the park. A lot of people seemed concerned about whether to mention it to me or not. Och, you know me. I'm all post and no attitude. Well, the hayfever was good, ALL DAY LONG! how happy was I? today though, its come back to haunt me. We all went to the Tap afterwards. there seemed to be a lot of table moving. There was a lot of people there, a lot of whom i didn't actually bother speaking to. Some of whom i spoke to a lot. The rogues gallery I can recall included, Lucy, Ally, Gav, Sarah, me (duhh!) Mark HOTPOT Cassarole (who refuses to answer to hotpot, even though he so *is* a hotpot), Nick, Sweetie, pigtails, dannypie, starfire dave, Carey, sunnyset, stefano, belle, brian, Tom, Michael and anyone else i've forgotten to add. right.. i'm going to let someone else tell the other bits I'm not remembering. love idles xxx ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Sign up for SBC Yahoo! Dial - First Month Free http://sbc.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 brianraindogs at xxx.com Mon Jul 8 10:23:00 2002 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Mon, 08 Jul 2002 09:23:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: "I thought I could do it in 30 seconds, but she proved me wrong" Message-ID: Hmmmmmmmm. . . Let's hope that young Mr Mark has never had to use his errr mastabatory technique to time teh perfect 3 minute egg to dip yer soldiers in. Yoinks! brian p.s.- very impressive website pigtails _________________________________________________________________ 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 ubootscooby6 at xxx.com Sun Jul 7 14:25:13 2002 From: ubootscooby6 at xxx.com (scooby *) Date: Sun, 07 Jul 2002 13:25:13 +0000 Subject: Sinister: virus! Message-ID: am sitting nursing my post mardi gras(yes its commercial crap but suede played and brett looked so cool)hangover and reading my hundred or so emails and i have a lot of dodgy ones which prob came thru hotmail but ppl be aware ... they r all about friendship and love and r riddled with muchos virus scooby xx _________________________________________________________________ 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 brianraindogs at xxx.com Sun Jul 7 13:43:24 2002 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Sun, 07 Jul 2002 12:43:24 +0000 Subject: Sinister: ooh get me away from here i'm dying... Message-ID: Well nice report on the 'nic. . . I'm also imbibing in the girder based mineral. And smell liek an ashtray (cough!!!!!!!!!!!!) well teh footy was 10-9 obviously my team lost 'cos I only played the 1st half . . . And Tam is some keeper by the way! Also i must apologise when I was drunk for going on and on about the movie week im organising. But hey! Cancer Research is an organisation close to my heart. Apart from that a mighty fine day out, I'm not going to spill the pulses on anything that I saw happen. I'm not drawn that way. (*smiles*) _________________________________________________________________ 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 Sun Jul 7 15:51:52 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Sun, 07 Jul 2002 09:51:52 -0500 Subject: Sinister: nobody loves me, it's true. not like KEN CHU. Message-ID: hello sinister. today is an unsatisfying day. i thought it might be. i sat on a proch this morning. well, all night, to be precise about it. talking about love and boys and demystifying the feminine cycle for various people. and eventually talk trailed off and we sat there, rocking in our chairs, looking at the sky lift up. the sun came out, as it always does, but this morning i saw it happen. i heard the first sirens of the morning go screaming past. i was sitting in the same rocking chair when the newspaper was delivered. i had smoked and eaten a cheese sandwich and watched the morning unfold like a flower before me. but it was like a cookie a few weeks old. attractive still, but dry and stale all the way through. and the moment i realized the glory of the day was withering, i realized why i sleep through the dawnings. getting dreary before 10 a.m. is just fucking annoying. i should be able to manage at least until 2 in the afternoon, right when i can lay down for a little siesta, and sleep that off, too. *** i am still irritated that i missed my one perfect packaged opportunity for sinister picnicing bliss. we know who i blame for this, and i had the hickey to prove it. as for the recent sini picnic, this is what i have to say: thigh-stroking? snogging? boozing? wanking? mark casarotto in a sinister girls football shirt? danny farrell performing the famous "rarr"? frisky beagles? ally cook's school of smoking techniques? ROD FUCKING STEWART?! why am i not involved in these? why? why? *** i feel ill. this is short and uninspiring, just as the day has promised. xo love,lou *and for those who can't decide what to call me (i've noticed some recent confusion), feel free to select one or more monikers from the following list. any of them will do: lindsey lou lindsey lou linds misslou miss lindsey lou miss lindsey lindsey baker miss lindsey baker miss baker baker lb baby booms deputy dubs deputy dubs b squared emo (thanks to the daily nebraskan art director) al (if your name is jay) ------------------ THE FOLLOWING IS AN ADVERT FOR EXCELLENCE: never learned how to ride a bike? merely flailed helplessy in a chlorine-laced pool when trying to learn to swim? come to Camp Kids Who Gave Up 2002, sponsored by lindsey baker, dave snyder and conor oberst to learn to ride and swim like nobody's business! while you're temporarily residing on our beautiful, secluded island paradise camp, enjoy lessons from friendly guest instructors such as mandee wright and listen to a different live band every night (we feature saddle creek gems and omaha rapists)! dating lindsey is also an available option, so long as conor is off-island. 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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 wpsalt at xxx.com Sun Jul 7 14:48:52 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Sun, 7 Jul 2002 14:48:52 +0100 Subject: Sinister: "I thought I could do it in 30 seconds, but she proved me wrong" Message-ID: <20020707144852.A13362@candle.btinternet.com> I laid on my sofa in my PJs this morning, rereading a Douglas Coupland novel and watching swallows circle the blue sky. I suddenly realised that everything I could see from that position outside the window, other than the sky, was grey or beige -- the wall that runs alongside the road, and the other buildings of the housing scheme. The sky, though, was bright blue. Yesterday was Picnic Day, because Big Gay Mark was up in Scotland visiting everyone. We all trooped along to West 13th and stole each other's chips. Mark asked us all how long it takes to have a wank, and the boys decided they wanted to play football. Everyone else followed to watch, except Carey who wanted to sit on her own in the pub. The boys footballed and got all sweaty, I played Tig with idleberry and danny, and Belle had to be protected from an amorous beagle. I wanted to do something intellectual, and write a pastiche, or an acrostic post which spelt out something apt or delightful. That would be too much like work on a sunny Sunday, though. Instead I read a book, and found something which really sums up my attitude to food shopping: "I saw this documentary about how codfish have been gill-netted into extinction in Newfoundland in Canada, so I went out to Burger King to get a Whaler fishwich-type breaded deep-fried filet sandwich while there was still time." (Douglas Coupland, still). After the footballers got tired and/or needed the loo, we wandered over to the Tap on Sauchiehall Street, so we could play pool. The pool tables were crowded though, so we took over the other half of the bar instead. Various couples got romantic, and there was lots of under-table thigh-stroking going on. The normals in the pub pointed and laughed. We all mingled and wandered around a bit, and talked - at least until a loud DJ arrived, and all we could do was shout at the people nearest. When I'm in the supermarket, I look at the fish fridge and I see re-formed oven-crisp-battered lumps of cod and haddock. I think: "but the North Sea is almost a biological desert! Cod and haddock are close to extinction." Then, I think: "which means that in five years I won't be able to get *any* oven-crisp battered fish, with all the bones whipped out. Give it to me now!" I'm a greedy bitch, the same as nearly everyone. Eventually, I had to go and get the train home, so me and Danny wandered off to the Low Level line and packed into a train along with hundreds of Rod Stewart fans. I didn't think any of them were sexy. I wonder what happened at the picnic after I left. Incidentally, Sweetie told me that she went into Burger King, and asked for a cheeseburger. "Um," said the spotty-faced teenage assistant. Stereotyping, me? Yes, as you asked, I *can* use two keyboards at once. Anyway. "Um," said the assistant, "we're out of burgers." It's really not what you expect from somewhere called Burger King. I can understand rival fast-food chains saying things like "Sorry, we're all out of scary white-faced paedophile clowns." I guess there's a warning to us all here. God knows what it actually is, though. love xx caitlin -- http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/ "When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position." - Matthew Henderson, on the Sinister mailing list. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From esme at xxx.com Mon Jul 8 14:13:46 2002 From: esme at xxx.com (ee fumblings) Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2002 14:13:46 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: haikus revealed // weeks twentysix // two thousand and two Message-ID: I've been reading all of your posts for the past few weeks with great interest. I'm quite scrumptious and filling you know, a bit like a cheese sandwich. I'd betetr explain I have just switched the power back on in the house. Or maybe not. I'll let you know if positive thinking really works. Please don't whinge at me about being rubbish at making arrangements. Marks And Spencers on Sauchiehall Street, in Glasgow. /me holds up her hand. Please don't whinge at me about being rubbish at making arrangements. I'd walked around for days, imagining what this handbag would be like. I think it might have something to be with Stuart Murdoch's big brown eyes. It seems like they play everywhere else expect here and it's just not fair. Coup de Theatre mascara doesn't lengthen at all. Its not true. Pantene Pro V. Its also twice the price. And its not nearly as good. Cos we talk pretty frankly, me and jonesy, about everything. So it looks like my Simon Pegg stalker status shall remain intact. Readers, I'm not sure where I'm headed... sitting here... bored out of my mind. But aren't they why we are all here? When told this story you get grey. Glasgow is going to be full of religous loonies tomorrow. Monday morning with a red hot arse-poker with my name on it. I bought a laptop the other day, and rather spanking it is too. Or lack thereof. Eight years ago, my ex wife and I got a divorce. Jason Cochrane, there's only so many times I want to read your posts. It's surprising how old friends make you feel better. Thanks, Sinister gold. COOK made sure i stopped trying to smoke my ciggie the wrong way around. FUCKING STEWART?! why am i not involved in these? why? why? i feel ill. Too much has changed in this area, and I'm at a complete loss here. I needed to try and quit while I still had a couple of teeth left. // ee // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lucyalder at xxx.com Mon Jul 8 16:17:43 2002 From: lucyalder at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Lucy=20Alder?=) Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2002 16:17:43 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Craig David saves the day Message-ID: <20020708151743.56745.qmail@web14201.mail.yahoo.com> Dear lovelies! Did you know that it's less than a month until Sinister's FIFTH birthday? Go shopping for red knickers now! Five years, blimey. ThatÂ’s a lot of posts. ItÂ’s worth having a look back – some of them are very funny. You can find them all here http://www.missprint.org/sinister/archive.html I actually emerged from the nursery, with my fur still damp and my eyes a-blinking, on SinisterÂ’s second birthday, which means IÂ’ll be three myself, soon. IÂ’ve been having a browse through the archives lately to see who was posting back then and have noticed one or two familiar names. For example, in August 1999, one Tim Hopkins warns strangers to Scotland to watch out for a crooked Glaswegian who goes by the name of Alasdair Cook. Well! I think various amongst us might like to have heard this information before turning up to the picnic on Saturday, where none other than the villain himself was seen violently attacking the shins of the other players on the footie pitch, wallowing in a dirty puddle and he may even have indulged in the foul practice of minesweeping in the pub. Were you watching your drink the whole time? Well, were you? The aforementioned picnic was rather a large one. I will make a stab at a list of those present, but please donÂ’t be offended if I miss you off (or if you really *must* be offended, run off and exchange bitchy emails with Richard Gillanders, Sunnyset and Num, who I forgot were at the QMU gig). OK, here goes: me, Ally Cook, Carey Lander, Gav Partick, Sarahluv, Nick Dastoor, Mark Casarotto, picnicmum Idles, Sweetie, Thomas Henderson, Starfire Dave, Sunnyset, Belledog, Stefano, Brian ‘three linesÂ’ McNeil, Michael Grant, Caity Pig, Richard Gillanders, John Popleague and A BLOODY DOG ON WHEELS, WHICH TWEE FUCKER BROUGHT THAT THEN?!? Ahem. So, thereÂ’s your list of names and hereÂ’s your gossip: Holding hands, snogging and at one point I noticed some bitch with her head down IdleberryÂ’s cleavage. That Belle, sheÂ’s such a tart. Hmm, what else? I think MarkÂ’s one-minute-wank has been mentioned already, but itÂ’s too good not to repeat (I mean, IÂ’m sure heÂ’s repeated the feat once or twice). Thomas Henderson revealed himself. As a rival to Ken in the shit hot goalkeeper stakes, I mean, duh! He deserves special props because his perfectly serviceable pair of trousers was ravaged by grass stains, mud and possibly other filth by the end of the game, which ended a most exciting 10-9. I drank a whole can of beer in the park and was not arrested. An awful lot of the afternoon is a complete blur, for the usual reasons, so I can't think of anything else to say except that, of course, I wish you were all there too. ************************* Now for some wanton promotion: The Winchester Club North Woodside Road 13th July, 9pm-2am featuring AEROSPACE (http://aerospace.filur.com/) CHRIS LEONARD (http://www.sleekasounds.co.uk/) DANCING ‘TIL 2AM ************************* Te-ra Juicy Lucy ===== The one, the only Glasgow Indie List! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/glasgow-indie/ __________________________________________________ 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 stoutrobin at xxx.com Mon Jul 8 16:19:37 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Mon, 08 Jul 2002 15:19:37 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Why are you so cool? God made me cool! Message-ID: Ah, another weekend, another picnic. I don't know how I keep up with them all, to be honest. I had a nice cheese sandwich, which was a bit soggy because of the rain, and sat in the park until the sun came out. No one turned up, apart from my friend and I, and some angry spiders who we decided had been sitting on the bench having their own picnic until we came along and sat on them, squashing their fly sandwiches and mosquito casserole. Mind you, if anyone else had turned up we wouldn't have been able to fit on that bench, so it's a good job you all went to Glasgow instead. So anyway, where was I?? I flew back from Atlanta, Georgia last Wednesday, where I had a wonderfully exciting time with a friend of mine. We did an awful lot, and I was exhausted most of the time, but it was well worth it, and the friend I was staying with is the type who's fun to be around whatever you're doing, even if it's just sitting by the railroad tracks drinking beer or eating doughnuts in bed on sunday morning. I didn't manage to meet any local sinister people, although i did make a rather late-in-the-day attempt, but I don't think I'd have been able to anyway due to my hectic tourist schedule. But thanks to Laura and Jay for tips on what to see :) I did, however, manage to meet Atlanta's most notorious stripper, Blondie, a big and terrifying black lady with tiny legs, who wore a blonde wig and not much else. She gave a disastrous performance where her wig fell off and she fell over it, unbalanced as she was by her ample proportions, then she picked herself up and came to talk to us. I was too scared even to open my mouth because she'd notice I was English and experience had already taught me that Americans seem to love English people for no apparent reason. I didn't want to experience Blondie's kind of love. Eventually I had to speak to her but subtly managed to walk my stool away from her to keep a safe distance from any potential pouncing. So I survived, just about, although she did perform her "special trick" for me, images of which still flash across my brian whenever I'm in the fruit and veg aisle at tesco. I heard B+S on the radio twice, too, which is only half as many times as I've heard them on the radio here. College radio seems to be pretty damn good. I ate lots and lots of burgers and actually got quite fat. It was difficult to stop though, because people insisted on giving me free things because I was english. I find that a bit embarrassing. I like people to like me and give me things, for sure, but when it's simply because of an accident of fate like being born in evesham, england, I feel a little uneasy. It must be what it's like to be beautiful or famous. I don't think I'd like that very much. One good thing about Storytelling is that the instrumentals are perfect for bridging difficult gaps on mixtapes. Last night I was making a minidisc of my "Deutsch Plus" German tapes, and replaced all of the standard Casio-keyboard music between sections with songs I like. The plan is that this will MAKE LEARNING FUN. I'll let you know if it works. The songs included some Storytelling tracks and they worked really well. It worked so well in fact I'm even considering replacing all the talkie bits on Storytelling with quotes from Deutsch Plus. Now, that *would* be an album. bye x Robin _________________________________________________________________ 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 Mon Jul 8 19:30:52 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 08 Jul 2002 18:30:52 +0000 Subject: Sinister: (his ball is) miraculous but leaks (Woo! Sinister bowling info 14th July) Message-ID: What's happenin' dudes? Some nice reportings back from the Scotland contingents there. So Mark is a one-minute man? Well I never! And there was groaping! and snogging! Goodness me. You hear something new every day. My life has been much less exciting.. I've spent it mainly practicing bowling! So that I could master this really sexy DavidBeckham-esque bowling technique that Dafyd did so well.. but I failed. But still.. SINISTERBOOLIN THIS SUNDAY 14TH JULY! ===================================== After the success of the last bowling event it seems about time for another couple of games of ball fondling action! And this time I've heard that there will even be a visitor from Greece! And Scotland! And places! So yeah it'll be well good. Oh and it would seem that Finsbury Park is a nice venue for another game of bowling, so how about it? When: 14th July, 2002.. 3pm Where: Rowen's Entertainment, right outside Finsbury Park station. How: Take a very huge ball, and shove it down the lane Easy. Any question e-mail me or phone me 07967 755446. ===================================== I have had the most horrendous nightmare the other night. I have a really old fridge in my room, it's so old that I'm not even sure that it really works because it never seems to feel very cool when I put my hand in it. So anyway, the other night, I'd just bought a box of coca-cola and so I put a few cans into the fridge. Then throughout that night, I was having this dream that I'd wake up, and go and get that can of coke and it would be WARM! The first time it was annoying, then after the sixth time I've had that dream (I keep thinking that I've REALLY woken up each time), I was in such torment I almost started crying. Then when I really woke up I checked my can of coke and it was ice cold, and I knew from then on that everything was going to be all-right. There's a girl next to me at the Internet cafe right now eating some nice pasta-looking thingie, tasty! The pasta doesn't look half bad either. Excuse me while I go seduce her for free food. Oh the harsh life of an unemployed man... Pasta and Red Bull Ken P.S.: Actually my harsh unemployed life might be coming to an end soon.. who knows? Keep your fingers crossed. _________________________________________________________________ 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 gummi at xxx.net Mon Jul 8 20:40:47 2002 From: gummi at xxx.net (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Gu=F0mundur_J=F3hannsson?=) Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2002 19:40:47 -0000 Subject: Sinister: now we only need one thing Message-ID: <000001c226b7$5b866440$6400000a@b14> Hi all!! I was the only one that attended the icelandic sinister picnic. oh it was so much fun! :) Travis was here on the 4th of july. A great Icelandic band called The Leaves opened the gig and did it well. You lot will probably hear from them in the near future. They cant perform in Iceland without the regular crowd from Q, NME and MTV raid the gig. Travis were a little dissapointing. I was expecting more, they are Travis after all. They took a whole different setlist then they are used to playing in recent gigs probably because the didnt know what the icelandic crowd knew. They probably didnt notice that the crowd whent nuts when they played Happy from Good Feeling their first album. A album that went nowhere and died the same day it was released. People really love them here. I thought that the gig was a bit short. Coldplay are the live kings at the moment. They came here last fall and played an amazing gig. Everybody loved it. Nothing exciting happening here in the summertime now that Travis have gone. The Hives and White Stripes are reported to come here in the fall but thats not confirmed. We never get any good band because its probably expensive to come with all the gear here on our little island. Now I only need B&S to make a trip here. :) Gotta go play with me friends now!! The sun never goes away in the summer here so you can imagine how much fun it is to play football all the night. have fun! Gummi +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From schteddy at xxx.uk Mon Jul 8 21:04:08 2002 From: schteddy at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sam=20Steddy?=) Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2002 21:04:08 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Rudolph the red bellied Waterstone's man Message-ID: <20020708200408.79195.qmail@web21310.mail.yahoo.com> Hello, everybody, erm, that's a really bad way to start a message, but well, I'm never good with openers. I'm looking for a man who works at waterstone's in Caterbury called Nick. I think, if thats not your name then you eat reindeer pepperamis and its Neil's fault I've got your name wrong. Its that work experience boy here. Could you please e-mail me directly back? Great. Well, to everybody else, you can ignore that paragraph, here's an interesting fact: A donkey would sink in quicksand but a mule would not. Also, here's an amusing anectdote from my day (I gather these go down well here) A woman came in today wanting a tourist guide to New York but we didn't have one from 2001 or 2002. Nonetheless, she was happy to take away the 2000 copy, despite its err, shall we say, vertical innacuracies? OK, thanks to all. __________________________________________________ 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 foranotherdream at xxx.com Mon Jul 8 22:59:14 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2002 14:59:14 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: my own album Message-ID: <20020708215914.57385.qmail@web12406.mail.yahoo.com> dear sinister, please do not be alarmed by what is going to come next. sara's new and upcoming plans...she plans to start her own cute little sinister photo album. of the friends she has been most privilegded of hanging out with, with the ones that fill her in-box off-list, with all the loverly's that she just loves because she loves them and they make her smile. this all with an emphasis on photo-booth pictures. i have seen amelie too many times and not enough times yet! whatev's. i'm not a stalker. (unless your initials are K.C.) i am going to apologize now because i can feel this post being one of those crap posts. i'm going all over the place on the keyboard, but damn, do i have to pee. and bad. plus i am going to be completely selfish and type out my birthday wish list. shout-outs to all the other fellow cancer crabs and congrats on another year of life is beautiful! alrighty then, here it is: SARA IS 22 ON THURSDAY AND SHE WANTS: 1. the l.a. sinister picnic to happen...oh pretty please? 2. to know if "salvon's arnica paste for bruises" is a real thing and if i can get my mungy paws on some. i have a bruise problem. i wake up and there they are. everywhere. 3. a bookshelf. 4. mix tape #2 from matthew h. (or anyone else who feel a desire to mail me one :) 5. a video of b&s music videos and other memoribilia (ie-gilmore girls episode, so on and so forth). 6. bootleg of b&s at coachella. 7. to finally meet ernie cloves in person at the la picnic. 8. a group hug between rachel fruitloop, ben apps, and me. 9. neon genesis evangelion dvd box set. (i did get the promo of the death and rebirth though. very exciting!) 10. photo-booth pictures of michael millmore and fernando and baby booms (lindseylou: i looked over your list and i like that one best :) 11. tim kasher to get better. 12. amelie on dvd. 13. a picture of reggie with john and yoko and baby and his niece in front of gunther tooties...it would be so beautiful that i might cry a bit...especially if accompanied with a poem written on a serviette. (did you get my hug in the mail yet?) 14. pictures from whoever is seeing a cure show. 15. a record player. 16. a tape of the buffy episodes i hear so much about: the musical one and the silent one. 17. a kitty cat. 18. see the eiffel tower. 19. family acceptance. 20. exciting straws like the am/pm straw that is a neon-salmon orange color. 21. a hug exchange laced with true devotion and meaningfulness. 22. a happily ever after story, or any stories at all. but must be typed or neatly printed in blue or black ink. please send one or all to: sara kojaku @her dark corner of the world... sorry everyone! ===== all the people'd stare as if we were both quite insane someday my name and his are going to be the same __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Sign up for SBC 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 hobart at xxx.uk Mon Jul 8 22:58:37 2002 From: hobart at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2002 22:58:37 +0100 Subject: Sinister: bollocks! and birmingham picnics.. Message-ID: <014b01c226ca$ba10aee0$ba2b883e@default> (just a quick self-indulgent message, sorry: if you've mailed me privately and i haven't answered, it might be because i deleted a lot of stuff by mistake. don't be angry, and please mail me again. thanks) now, on with the post ------------- firstly, an apology. there is no talk of male genitalia in the following post. i just put that in the subject line to make you read it. right, as archel playforth once said: 'i'm ready, 24 hours a day, for your call' - oh no, that wasn't it... what WAS it. oh yeah: 'shut the fuck up, ian, and get to the point' that was it so i should get to the point, that is so i will right now there will be a PICNIC in BIRMINGHAM in that ENGLAND, UK on sunday 21st july people from Abroad, London, and even Scotchland will be in attendance, so this will be a magnificent event, enjoyed by all. except, that is, by those who don't enjoy it. there will also be a petite piqueniquette on saturday 20th july for those who are from Local Places. i would have organised the picnic on this day, because it would have made more sense, but i didn't want to make sense, so i didn't. one day, in the future, there will be a birmingham picnic on a Proper Day, when we can go out and dance at birmingham's top musical emporiums (err... suggestions on the back of a 'Bull Ring' postcard, please) and have a TOP TIME! anyway, the main event will be in CANNON HILL PARK at... err... i dunno. 1 o'clock sound allright to you? cannon hill park is in edgbaston. it can be reached pretty easily from the city centre. if you need information about bus routes, let me know. there is a place called the Midlands Arts Complex (the MAC) in cannon hill park. it has a bar. this seems like a good place to meet. outside, if the fair rays of Ra chance to fall upon our group of travellers (i.e. if its nice) inside, if it aint nice. if you want more information, and you aren't a psycho-mentalist, please mail me off-list and i'll tell you what i can, or send you my mobile number. if you want more information, and you are a psycho-mentalist, mail me anyway. we'll probably have a lot in common. no, not really. i'm a nice guy. just ask my parole officer. bring whatever you like. i will be bringing a severed head, a signed photograph of bernie winters and schnorbitz, and some strawberries. see you there, my beauties xx 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 ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Tue Jul 9 00:09:55 2002 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Tue, 09 Jul 2002 00:09:55 +0100 Subject: Sinister: now we only need one thing In-Reply-To: <000001c226b7$5b866440$6400000a@b14> Message-ID: Hey Gummi, I saw a great band last night, I think they were called Slowblow. Playing at the Kitchen Motors night at the ICA, supporting Aparat Organ Quartet. They had Emiliana on vocals and one of the Mum sisters on accordian and they were like a very ramshackle but fantastic cross between Sparklehorse and Tindersticks. With Emiliana moonlighting and putting her gorgeous voice to some good songs, it made me think a little bit of A Camp as well. Have you heard of them? Do I have the name right? Someone I was talking to was saying that they hardly ever play live. I think Oxbow was in there somewhere as well. Probably playing the saw I should imagine. As much as you might wish to be in the Dublin Castle or Nice N Sleazy, I wish I was in Gakur A Stang. Sorry if I've spelt it wrong. Just had an email from a friend recommending Kippi Kaninus. Any good? Who's due to play Reykjavik soon? Any other good non-Icelandic bands? Have fun in the sun! Ian > From: Guðmundur Jóhannsson > Reply-To: Guðmundur Jóhannsson > Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2002 19:40:47 -0000 > To: > Subject: Sinister: now we only need one thing > > Hi all!! > > I was the only one that attended the icelandic sinister picnic. oh it > was so much fun! :) > > Travis was here on the 4th of july. A great Icelandic band called The > Leaves opened the gig and did it well. You lot will probably hear from > them in the near future. They cant perform in Iceland without the > regular crowd from Q, NME and MTV raid the gig. > > Travis were a little dissapointing. I was expecting more, they are > Travis after all. They took a whole different setlist then they are used > to playing in recent gigs probably because the didnt know what the > icelandic crowd knew. They probably didnt notice that the crowd whent > nuts when they played Happy from Good Feeling their first album. A album > that went nowhere and died the same day it was released. People really > love them here. I thought that the gig was a bit short. > > Coldplay are the live kings at the moment. They came here last fall and > played an amazing gig. Everybody loved it. > > Nothing exciting happening here in the summertime now that Travis have > gone. The Hives and White Stripes are reported to come here in the fall > but thats not confirmed. > > We never get any good band because its probably expensive to come with > all the gear here on our little island. > Now I only need B&S to make a trip here. :) > > > Gotta go play with me friends now!! The sun never goes away in the > summer here so you can imagine how much fun it is to play football all > the night. > > have fun! > > Gummi > > > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister > +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ > +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ > +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ > +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ > +-+ "sick posse of f**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 R.Cottyn at xxx.com Tue Jul 9 01:09:05 2002 From: R.Cottyn at xxx.com (Richard Cottyn) Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 01:09:05 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Guitar 'dooshing', Transvestite tennis, and Mick's nice shirt Message-ID: <005d01c226dc$f31fbfc0$a5447bd5@Cottyn> Helloey, Guess who was on television during BBC'S Glastonbury footage?! Woohoo. During our beloved Belle and Sebastians set (John Peels highlight of the weekend no less), as 'Wandering Alone' comes to an end with a nice little 'doosh' on the guitar from Stevie, the camera pans over a close up of the crowd for about three seconds...and there I am at the front! Although my friend (who was stood right next to me) only has his hat visible! I think the cameraman decided not to show any more of him because he isn't REALLY a fan. I dragged him along though, and needless to say he was very impressed. I could delight you with tales of my exploits (like wandering into the backstage area of the acoustic stage)...but I guess you had to be there. David Kitt played a superb set on the acoustic stage and I was impressed with Tompaulin in The New Bands tent. Gummi mentioned The Leaves in his last post-saw them too, they sounded very good. It was interesting to see that they had replaced the Wimbledon ladies doubles final with 'men masquerading as women doubles final'. I have never seen so much testosterone on a tennis court. Can we wish for a 'women masquerading as men doubles final' next year? Much more fun. Or even a transvestite championship? Maybe by imagination is running a little awry here... Got B&S's autographs too from the signing tent! Stuart talked the most, I didn't realise how deep his Scottish accent was. Mick didn't use a permanent marker so if I rub it it begins to fade! I forgave him though because he was wearing an absolutely marvellous shirt during their performance. Here's an amusing conversation I heard: Random woman: Who are they? Security Guy: Belle and Sebastian Random Woman: But who are the others? Security Guy: Belle and Sebastian Random Woman: Eh? Security Guy: They are a band. There are more than two of them. Random Woman: Oh! Weird. (Walks away) I bet she went to see Roger Waters instead! Reggies post about Denise the waitress was real sad. Not really a 'crying' sad, but a 'sighing' sad. Oh, I know what I mean! Welcome aboard Reggie and other 'newbies'. :) Sam Walton mentioned Championship Manager. Dearie me, how many hours, days, months, years have I spent on that damn game?! In the version before last I eventually won the Premiership and Champions League with Brighton, after about 20 seasons and lots of hours in front of my computer. I haven't been on it since, so maybe my achievements finally exorcised the 'Champ Man' demons as it were. Ciao for now, Richard X PS Mr Watson, I loved the twee test! Especially the question about playing marbles at gigs...Apparently I'm 62% twee (and I doubt the test will be the slightest bit wrong). That's pretty twee really :) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Jul 9 02:44:30 2002 From: pah6211 at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?paul=20healy?=) Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 02:44:30 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Wandering alone in G12 Message-ID: <20020709014430.43889.qmail@web13304.mail.yahoo.com> Sorry for the silence, Anyway I had a good time the two nights I spent in Glasgow, going to QMU gig and NPL. Cheers for the offers of drinks most of which I turned due to feeling slightly ill, must have been the fresh air. What's up with CHU, I'm getting tired thinking about playing footie on Saturday and he suggests bowling on Sunday. Looks like I'll have develop a liking for Red Bull fast. See some of you at the weekend, I'll might less hair by then. Paul H P.S. Isn't everyone on SINISTER a psycho-mentalist? No, just me then. P.H. : What do think it of shit? Sinister: ILE! P.H. : What do think it of ILE? Sinister: Shit! P.H. : Cheers Sinister: Thats alright __________________________________________________ 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 terryunderwear at xxx.com Tue Jul 9 11:17:14 2002 From: terryunderwear at xxx.com (terry underwear) Date: Tue, 09 Jul 2002 17:17:14 +0700 Subject: Sinister: B & S Cryptic Challenge Answers and Winners Message-ID: Hello, Here are the answers: 1. Stuarts confounded rams are sexy (4). ARMS 2. Go out on a wing before June (6). MAYFLY 3. The list is feeling this (8). SINISTER 4. A jumbled main test I hate, so I'm not happy for a day (3,5,2,2,2). THE STATE II (as Jim pointed out, a letter so nice it prints itself twice) AM IN 5. Everyone measures the place of learning (2,4,3,6). WE RULE THE SCHOOL 6. My friend and I are the opposite of you and the underage kid (2,3,3,5). ME AND THE MAJOR 7. 100 pretenders (1,7,2,6). A CENTURY OF FAKERS 8. Initially, my alligator rarely yelled jovial offerings at this girl (4,2). MARY JO 9. Similar to Bob at the cinema (4,5,2,3,6). LIKE DYLAN IN THE MOVIES 10. Sounds like you are talking about what the boy does for Liverpool and Widnes (6). DISCUS 11. Evil sin band tease label. But aren't they why we are all here? (5,3,9). BELLE AND SEBASTIAN! 12. When told this story you get grey. (5,3,5,5). BLACK AND WHITE UNITE 13. Past the dawn? (6,3,7). BEYOND THE SUNRISE 14. Screw this poo (4,4,4). FUCK THIS SHIT 15. Getting messed up helps Tim sing, but only for the easy bits. (6,6). SIMPLE THINGS 16. Somewhere in the mistaken churchgoer lies a cult figure (3,3). KEN CHU 17. This sinister person likes small lazy fruit (9). IDLEBERRY 18. Everyone loves this paltry picnic game, especially the birds! (4,4,5). DUCK DUCK GOOSE 19. Doze all day and all night (5,3,5,6). SLEEP THE CLOCK AROUND 20. Sounds like I am finished thinking (2,8,4,3,4). MY WANDERING DAYS ARE OVER 21. Terry and Julie form a new band somewhere in the waterloo period (6). LOOPER 22. Winnie the Pooh loves our mummy (5). HONEY 23. Roll Lassie forwards? God no, backwards! (3,2,6). DOG ON WHEELS 24. This is a gorgeous song (9). BEAUTIFUL 25. Groucho and what sounds like trigonometry (4,3,6). MARX AND ENGELS And here are the winners. Everyone who replied got all the correct answers, so you are all winners! But the following people were super quick and have won small inexpensive prizes. Come on down........Richard Gillanders!........Jim from Perth!........Sam Walton!........and Archel Playforth! If you could all email me your postal addresses i will send you all small inexpensive prizes. terry PS. The recipe tree will be getting underway very soon. _____________________________________________________ Supercharge your e-mail with a 25MB Inbox, POP3 Access, No Ads and NoTaglines --> LYCOS MAIL PLUS. http://www.mail.lycos.com/brandPage.shtml?pageId=plus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jul 9 13:21:45 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 13:21:45 +0100 (GMT Daylight Time) Subject: Sinister: sexual athletes Message-ID: feeling splendidly grubby and depressed this morning after finally seeing storytelling. i must say though that i strongly disapprove of the whole fiction/non-fiction split. i didn't think that fiction was remotely strong enough as an idea to be a section in its own right - it felt like maybe a scene from another film altogether, yet to be made. and the juxtaposition didn't really have any underlying significance that wasn't imposed by the title/sub-titles. this is just LAZINESS on solondz's part, surely? he had two ideas, neither of which were quite feature-length, and instead of being patient and waiting for two mighty oaks to grow from tiny intellectual acorns, he made one mostly average, disjointed film. grr. however, i did do a crazy dance to 'scooby driver', so it wasn't an entirely wasted evening. i am looking forward to receiving my inexpensive prize for successfully being a sad geek (and hoping that terry underwear is a millionaire to whom a gamecube is an inexpensive prize...) good to hear that another sinister picnic maintained high levels of smut. of course, we southern picnickers are actually hardcore sports mentalists, rather than sex-crazed slackers. football, bowling, AND i might be bringing *shuttlecocks* to the next exciting adventure on saturday, with who knows what HILARIOUS CONSEQUENCES. so, i will see some of you then. high noon: you, me, racquets at 10 paces. your red bull won't save you now chu... and now i must go and recover from that Robin Stout Gets Fat! shockah. luv archel xxx ps. anyone who is not up to the high standards of athleticism demanded by a london picnic, or lives towards the north end of the british isles, should go to the winchester club on saturday instead. i hear it's not half bad, if you can't have huge quantities of bouze on top of a hill that is. ****************** http://archel.blogspot.com 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 msdanalleakage at xxx.com Tue Jul 9 20:00:46 2002 From: msdanalleakage at xxx.com (molly due) Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 12:00:46 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: magic fingers Message-ID: <20020709190046.40788.qmail@web40201.mail.yahoo.com> hi, i'm a little shy so be nice. i guess you could say i'm a lurker. i've been so good at lurking that i was off the list for awhile. i originally joined sinister in Oct. '98. i only wrote to the list once and it was uneventful and anticlimatic. you see i find all you to be hopelessly cool and fabulous and i am quite intimidated. anyway i dropped off the list due to increasing school demands. then after i went to see b&s in detroit the flames of love for b&s and sinister grew again. so now i'm back and i didn't even have to go to the nursery again, i feel so special. i decided to crawl out of this nice hole of mine and say hello because i almost feel like i have something to say that might be of some interest to a few of you. i have graduated from college and in Aug i'm going to china to teach english for a year. anybody living in China? well i'm full of nervous excitement. i have read that some of you are also changing countries and changing your life. good luck to you. i got an e-mail from someone you will also be teaching at the same school. she mentioned that she's 64 and has spent the last few years teaching and conducting bridge games on luxury cruises. she sounds like fun and hopefully i will meet more exciting and interesting people. if you like i can let you know about the people and events of interest that occur while i make my journey to the other side of the world. i suppose i should talk a little about b&s for good measure. i was first introduced to b&s in the summer of '98 when a friend of mine from out of town played if you're feeling sinister. he was sure i'd like them and he was right, i immediately fell head over heels. well you can imagine the rest of the story, i went and got all the b&s i could get my hands on. well that's that. i should be going now because i'm at work. first though i'll tell you a little more about myself. my hobbies are in no particular order: drinking, watching simpsons, reality tv and baseball, prescription drugs, reading, and sleeping. other bands i like alot are figurine, field mice, david bowie, de la soul, unrest the list is endless. another thing i think you should all know is that i have an old 60's magic fingers vibrating mechanism (from an old motel) attached to my bed. it still works, you have to put a quarter in to start it. there's a series of round robin wrestling matches going on between my friends to see who gets to borrow it while i am in China for a year. thanks for reading my post and maybe you'll hear from me again. -molly due __________________________________________________ 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 boyincorduroy at xxx.com Tue Jul 9 20:17:55 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 20:17:55 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: coming, coming, come Message-ID: <20020709191755.8857.qmail@web10405.mail.yahoo.com> Hi Sinister. I wouldn't recommend using any masturbatory technique to time eggs, unless you are Tom and like them extremely hard boiled. This whole one-minute thing was the result of a bet I rashly made once upon a time that I could, um, achieve from a standing start in 30 seconds. I was wrong by a factor of two. It's not that I didn't fancy you, etc. etc. Apologies to Sweetie for hurting her ear at the Glasgow picnic (don't ask) and losing her pills (ditto). Thanks to Sweetie for providing much of the day's entertainment, though :) It was a smashing picnic, so mad props to Idleberry for organising it and Lucy for filling in the gaps... I am ageing, and muh eyebrows are sprouting bonkers hairs. Sigh. 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 rfadden at xxx.com Tue Jul 9 20:38:40 2002 From: rfadden at xxx.com (rrrrobyn) Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 12:38:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: it's absolutely out, i know it's hippie shit Message-ID: <20020709193840.99634.qmail@web11108.mail.yahoo.com> sinister.,.,. though the medium of email does not convey it, i thought all these things at the *same time*: zzt zzt zzt: this is some kind of synth-noise i heard on a cd. it's good to say aloud while a friend goes 'untza untza untza' in the back of his or her throat ('the beat'). this kind of thought makes me want to mention: Steven Kado. and i will, if only because he is rad and from what i cannot help but believe has taken to riding around berlin on a folding bicycle, blasting beat happening on his boombox. to the sinister archives for kado-ness! far too much information about tea: i found some malaysian tea in the cupboard at work and on the label it says 'a masterpiece from the cameron highlands'. so true - the tea leaves are so small yet so full of caffeine, surely a master is at work here. there was a time when i didn't use the caffeine. then a couple months ago i went back on the stuff, but only in tea form. then the world cup hit and i started drinking espresso. aaagh. i'm back to tea now though and feeling much less 'on edge' as they say. anyway, since i'm the only one in the office who owns a teaball in which to put the loose tea, all the gold blend masterpiece tea is for me! and i am drinking it right now! but here's another thing: i've been microwaving my hot water b/c there is a microwave in my new office location and *no kettle*. at first i thought it just wasn't right, but now i'm all about the 4-minute mug of boiled water (it is a small microwave. but maybe i am over-cooking the water? is that possible?). but still, i wouldn't be doing this if i had a choice. stereo total: i have been listening to stereo total's musique automatique on headphones and therefore giving it a 'proper listen'. and loving it, of course. yeah! awesome. get some today! (and the subject heading of this email will be revealed in all its glory!) not actually a thought, but more of an addition i don't have the will to leave out of this email: haha, again, i bought new music on the weekend! the shock of it all. i bought camera obscura 'biggest bluest hi-fi' - a spanish import though for some weird reason! es beuno. i almost passed on it b/c i was having a moment where i wanted 'pop with guts', whatever *that* is. but then i knew that i really wanted fey scottish pop with strings and hurrah for that. and, in a sentimental moment, i broke down and bought the langley schools music project (hey, langley is only 30 minutes from here. and orff instruments were a big part of my childhood.) damn, this album is good. so good you want to scream! waah! if only for the whoo hoo hoo's on 'i'm into something good'. but really for so much more. it makes you love life, honestly. (thank you carsmile steve and the dirty vicar for writing to the list about it and reminding me to buy it :) ) robin stout: is rad. and not just because his 'hectic tourist schedule' involved 'atlanta's most notorious stripper'. but geez, wow. grammatical quandry: here's my little quandry of the day. when i edit papers and such (which i do all the fuckin' time), i put the punctuation inside the quotation marks, yet when i write email i always put it outside. it feels wrong, but i do it b/c it looks better. or does it? is it a medium thing? or am i just subconsciously rebelling against traditional editing style?! you can see how exciting it is to be me, really. even the editors need editors, robyn p.s. i've decided that though weblogs are the 'dark side', i do not have the 'force' to resist. right now i'm just treating it as my brain's recyling bin: full of garbage that might one day be reconstituted into a shiny new pop can! p.p.s. welcome to molly who seems very sinister indeed with her purported shyness and penchant for perscription drugs and vibrating beds. a-hrm. 'teaching english in china', my ass. :) ===== 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!? Sign up for SBC Yahoo! Dial - First Month Free http://sbc.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 mail at xxx.uk Tue Jul 9 23:08:46 2002 From: mail at xxx.uk (Gordon) Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 23:08:46 +0100 Subject: Sinister: the high altitude porno waikiki beach alien midgets Message-ID: <002901c22795$35bec3e0$29ca87d9@ivorsserver> It's a tiny little golden compact disc wrapped in a yellow and green photocopied sleeve in a see-through plastic wallet, made in northern England by those pesky Alien Porno Midgets. What is? My subject, my fellow sinister sitizens. This information a propos of nada; duck-egg; zilch; nuttin, by the way, except by the way of an introduction to another garbled no-harm-intended blitzkrieg of a post from yours truly. That, and I just love the magical vibes of saying, and repeating, *the high altitude porno waikiki beach alien midgets*. Go on, intone it too. It's better than saying *gouranga*. the high altitude porno waikiki beach alien midgets yes! Don't track them down and buy into their sound, though, unless you want to listen to that which is weirder than weird and then some, with electronically strangled pedal steel guitar on top. Now onto being driven the wrong way down a motorway. Yesterday. It's today's anecdote. So, without further ado but much convolution involved: I was returning from a lamentably idleberryless sojourn in the big smoke London town and, by the only account offered, someone got shot on the M6 in the middle of the night. This, the driver told us over the tannoy later. At the time, all that was apparent was a general lack of movement in the traffic. I mean, hours, or so it seemed, of no motion whatsoever, which does not a proper journey make. I'm all for journeys involving getting places, not being still, even if it's nice 'n' zen now and then [!? yeah, me too, and I wrote it. Sorry]. Anyway, the bus eventually started up again, but in reverse gear along the fast lane, cranked into a U-turn then proceeded towards what I expected would be fast approaching headlights. At 140mph. Rather alarming and apt to be inconvenient. However, no such result resulted, thanks to the ministrations of a nice police person in a big chunky car with blue flashing lights parked at the nearest junction controlling things. So off we tootled as part of an increasingly long single file of juggernauts and suchlike down the deserted backstreets of somewhere like Wigan at 4am. We were late home. The end. My life is not like the movies. Of course, a fellow passenger announced she had a bomb and Elvis was seen driving a small apple green Fiesta GL down the hard shoulder singing 'I left my heart in Brondesbury' just after we re-joined the motorway but before the flying saucer landed at Charnock Services (Northbound), but I'm a bad liar. Can you imagine someone prattling on like this is capable of holding down a proper job? Well, I've not proved it. Actually, it's quite good fun not doing any work for a living, even if it does seem to be raining all the time. This morning, however, over a leisurely breakfast of sausages, eggs, fried potatoes and tomatoes with fresh basil, rhubarb from the garden with cornflakes, an aero mousse (fourpack for 99p, buy one get one free) and a pot of Earl Grey and, oh, just *lounging* around with a magazine, it was so sunny and warm it seemed in order to activate the patio fountain. I even had time to rummage around in the garage for the plastic attachment that converts the bluggubblegluggubble water non-jet into a priapic sixteen inch multiple spray! Hah! take that you labouring types in offices with carpet tiles that build up static and max-pax coffee from a silly machine in the corridor that also spews horrible soup! Take it from me, and my bike! Ok. Please ms/r. job-giving person (yes, you, the dynamic facilitator in the suit), I take it all back. Make me a productive member of society. I desire your sponduliks. And on our merry way, non sequitur stylee... People like getting name-checked in posts, Idleberry. They do indeed Caitlin. But what of the people who inevitably get left out Ken? Not chu, I'll wager, and not Mr. Cochrane Mr. Cochrane Mr. Cochrane. I'll make it simple. Name checks cost 5p each from now on, payable in Euros. That'll be 0.164 Euros Sgazetti, should you decide to take me up on this offer twice. Three name-checks, suitably couched in relevant prose, will set you back nearly a quarter Euro [are there sub-denominations, a la pfennings, pennies? ] Hannah Brown, but you'd be better off saving them and making a trip to the next scotchpicnic in Edinburgh (date to be announced, but pencil Saturday 27th July into those furry covered little notebooks, people, and we'll see what happens). See! That was a picnic rumour slipped in there! Meanwhile, if I say deputy dubs b squared baker miss baker miss lindsey lou baker you won't get much change out of a dollar. [Come to think of it, maybe a Euro divided into a hundred bits is called 100 cents, assuming one were to divide one equally and figuratively rather than in any other way, especially literally.] It seems the latest Glasgow shindig went swimmingly without me, despite predictions to the contrary, which I'm sure were all just falsely modest negative hype on the part of it's organiser. She (I've named you twice already so I'm trying to save you some Euros here) didn't know where it was! Somehow *I* just knew that, with BGM Casarotto involved, so would a football match and hence West 13 must've been a field somewhere. As it turned out, a field next to a tap from which people were drinking and in which they were snogging, which sounds intriguing, as in WHO WAS SNOGGING? Did the tap drip seductively? I confess, I've been there before and am all too aware that this tap is in fact a public house and not some Claes Oldenburg effort [If you're not into modern art, Claes makes massive shuttlecocks and binoculars and possibly taps big enough to snog in, on, under, whatever, but don't ask me why. Check out his 'Study for Giant Chocolate', Laura]. Still. Erm, I seem to have forgotten what I was supposed to be saying. Ah yes. I remember now. THE HIGH ALTITUDE PORNO WAIKIKI BEACH ALIEN MIDGETS You know you want to hula koo maki saki, baby. 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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 ssonner at xxx.com Tue Jul 9 23:25:35 2002 From: ssonner at xxx.com (Sarah Garrett Sonner) Date: Tue, 09 Jul 2002 22:25:35 +0000 Subject: Sinister: the library's the place to redeem ourselves Message-ID: Stylish sinners all, I don't raise my hand too often in class, but the days they are shortening. I hope all listees are having a pleasant week...herewith my once-a-season stammer. TIME IS ON MY SIDE I've heard part of Storytelling, and so far everything has reminded me of something else, whether that be the theme song to "Taxi" (which itself makes me nostalgic for the 70's--a decade I can't remember--is that possible?) or the 60's Rolling Stones, though that's perhaps because I've been playing them too often. (B&S cover suggestion: Play With Fire, or maybe Congratulations?) I think soundtracks are supposed to make you nostalgic though--for the movie itself or for how the movie made you feel, what it reminded you of, etc. Therein also lies the virtue of replaying old mix tapes. I refuse to see the film itself however--instead I'm going to see a movie about skater boys tomorrow, rowr etc. THE ONLY LIVING GIRL IN NEW CROSS Last weekend I attended an academic conference (professionalism--gasp!) for the first time ever. I actually managed to see Iain Sinclair speak, the man whose works I'm writing a dissertation about, and then lacked the guts to ask him a question. "uh, erm, what do you think about, uh, the function of decay, in the...urban?...environment?" would've been something like it, if only I'd been even that articulate at the time. Then afterwards a girl in a long polka-dot dress managed to approach him and start talking about her work, which I should've done had I the self-promotion instincts that every other human seems to have. Instead I ducked out of all social situations and jumped over the puddles that had meanwhile flooded Goldsmith's black and white floor tiles, then headed out and down to the tube stop amid blooming buddleia. Networking, feh. I ONLY BUY A BOOK FOR HOW HEAVY IT LOOKS It's (more or less) summer, which means I dust off my clogs once again. And they are very dusty, since I can't wear them as much in London (land of much more walking) as I did last year in Chicago (land where El stop and destinations were close enough to excuse the wearing of potentially awkward shoes). In her penultimate (sorry, I'm slow--but hey: I think technically, final punctuation should go inside parenthesis if parenthetical content is a stand-alone sentence) Robyn, and somewhere behind a fashionably turned-up acid-washed collar, the Boy G I'm sure, mentioned David Foster Wallace. The man pretty much owns the postmodern footnote (he got there before Dave Eggers after all), as well as the words "rictus" and "micturate." I sat at home last Bloomsday reading Infinite Jest and surviving only on cans of Dr Pepper--it was that good that I didn't need food. Infinite Jest (erm, not Expectations) inspired me to wear clogs in the first place, and if choice of footwear based solely upon a literary character isn't a high compliment I sure as fuck don't know what is. As for other attempted emulations of the PGOAT (for those in the know) I don't go so far as to wear a veil or smoke crack out of a Big Red Soda Water bottle. But there's time yet. D EQUALS R TIMES T...IT'S EDUCATIONAL... Further to verbal matters, Robyn, and no doubt others, said "blog" too and I will concur that I think it sounds almost as bad as "signage," perpetual bane of the chain bookstore merch employee, a role I once played. Blogging seems to be the new posting, which was the new lurking, which may have been the new having a life... I write this with full knowledge that I too am potentially locked into this evolution. Gack. I confess I had a zine in high school, back in the pre-internet days (double gasp!) so perhaps that's the cro-magnon ancestor of a weblog. "Blog" itself however connotes indigestion to me...I think it should count among Rachel Fruitloop's mantra of "crap hell doody boob on a shingle." And with that filth I end my intellectual niceties, rah! YOU THINK I'M DEAD, BUT I'VE SAILED AWAY... I gotta say my time in London has been made much brighter and more lovely due to the kind people from this list I've met/been shy around/bowled with/gotten tipsy with over the past 10 months. Mad props, y'all. I'm due to imitate Breams and Bappsy and head to another hemisphere before long. Before I could even suggest it, Ken's beaten me to the punch with a rallying call to the London Sinister Bowling League this weekend--can we get a t-shirt please? I'll also spread some homemade oatmeal raisin cookies around when I see some of you at the July 13th gathering...pretty soon Miss Mandee May in the environs of Denver will be the only fellow sinisterian upon whom I'll get to foist my baked goods...mayhap a Denver Massive is in my future, should a Massive be possible with 2. Certainly our 2 Simi Valley residents, and also I am sure those singular souls in more isolated locales, prove that they fucking represent. love and clogs, xox SGS PS: I still can't tell the story of how I found one of the obscure treasure hunt clues and how damn special it made me feel since the fucking answers will never be revealed for the goddamn peace of mind of my ENzyme crew that did search for them so ardently... Son of PS: Marianna gives good Reporting Back. When it's 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin' she also makes it hott! hott! Bride of PS: my dearest JennPB when will you again grace our digests with your sparkly charm? PS, the Next Generation: Mad props and xxx's most of all to lovely listmums Honey and Linda! _________________________________________________________________ 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 misguidedtrousers at xxx.uk Tue Jul 9 23:48:22 2002 From: misguidedtrousers at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Dean=20Gillon?=) Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 23:48:22 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: I recommend Cherno Samba and Kim Kallstrom Message-ID: <20020709224822.96325.qmail@web14406.mail.yahoo.com> Arrrr me hearty old shipmates. Um, does Gordon scare anybody else or is it just me? I start my little post thus cos the navy's after me to be a reservist and I really don't want to. I was in the navy a few years ago (it was shit - don't even think about it) and they keep sending me letters. I've been trying to find out how long I'm liable for on the interweb thing but I'll be jiggered if I can find out. I really don't fancy being sent down to guard some poxy base in plymouth with a load of cretins who think the height of amusement is getting their knobs out. Oh well, I'll ring them tomorrow or something, or become a strict pacifist or anarchist or something. Anything really that means I can avoid that old shit again. And personally I don't think ANYONE can last a whole 30 seconds Mark, you little scamp. trying to impress the girls with your sexual prowess. I went surfing and rock-climbing last thursday and if you ever want to try something that looks really very easy but is actually nigh on impossible, I can heartily recommend both. We did get fish and chips and lots of beer afterwards and apparently I was a natural at that though. Thats all really, ooh I've got job interviews coming up so wish me luck. One in Newcastle next week and one in Leeds the week after. Yikes. Any sinisterians around those parts? I've got to prepare some very dull stuff to show them I know what I'm doing. double yikes. Hello to Molly whose "going to China" post pisses all over my "ate chips" post. I must try harder I must try harder I must try harder I must try harder I must try harder See you later, masterbators. Dean XX PS I'm a saddo champman type too. What? You mean getting Margate to win the UEFA cup doesn't impress women or interest other people? __________________________________________________ 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 andrewj54 at xxx.com Wed Jul 10 02:06:18 2002 From: andrewj54 at xxx.com (andrew utter) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 01:06:18 +0000 Subject: Sinister: light show Message-ID: I had my cherry popped this spring, attenting both the NYC picnic and the concert, and I am finally getting around to writing about it. It was a great time, but I have to say, I was very surprised by B&S's onstage persona. I guess because the songs have so much subtlety and are so expressive of the tentative and the ephemeral, I expected something that was a little more restrained, more singer-songwriterish, I guess. I expected Struan to be unglamourous and to wear an oversized T-shirt with some holes in it, to be a little shaggy, to sit on a stool and sing into a microphone and mostly look at the base of the microphone stand and his shoes and nothing else. I did NOT expect a fair-haired boy in a tight white T-shirt to be pumping out revved-up, shining-happy-people versions of their super-sensitive songs. And I did NOT expect a light show, diverting as it was. I thought the whole point of B&S was that they didn't buy into all of that. This all brings to mind a comment a friend of mine made about the secret ambitions of all "indy" film directors: in the end, they all just want to make Out of Africa. Why I didn't think that would apply to "indy" music I don't know. But I did have a great time. It was great fun to see everyone scramble around the stage and take up or shed instruments like so many pieces of vintage clothing at the Salvation Army while trying to keep up with the music. I am glad I got to see the infamous Isobel before her departure, although she seemed to have been mentally elsewhere already. And boy did she make sure you knew it. Interesting that she didn't appear to want to be there but made herself so conspicuous, with the red outfit and all. The band was great, my earlier comments notwithstanding. It was tremendous to hear the songs live. Anyway, it's good to be taking in the list again and to cast off the rags of the lurker and be heard!!!! Heart, Andrew ----------------------------------------------- "Nothing is so difficult as not deceiving one's self." --Ludwig Wittgenstein _________________________________________________________________ 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 Jul 10 04:48:51 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Tue, 09 Jul 2002 22:48:51 -0500 Subject: Sinister: you should never be embarassed by your trouble with living...la la la la la la Message-ID: hello sinister. i have blisters on my feet tonight and no one cared except joe. and i didn't know how i felt about that. walking around in the heat downtown again tonight attached at the hand to him, i started to feel sweaty and uncomfortable. and my feet started to remind me why the mary janes should only be for short distances, not "romantic" walks. joe said the sound of the little heels clicking on the pavement sounded important. and now, at the paper, i have undone the buckles and pulled out my heels, seeking relief from pain, among other things. and walking on the tiled part of the floor, the backs of my shoes loose and flopping, the scraping sounded like a little girl playing dress-up in her mum's shoes. importance was so quickly diluted to childishness, and here i am again wondering what the fuck i am doing. can i ever be happy again? i am tempted to ask "what's wrong with me?" but i know and i don't the answer to that. so leave it said unsaid and then go on to the next post in the inbox, business as usual and me with my whining and everlasting rubbing and swelling and bursting of skin. *** on the every day and every night cd there is a picture of some skeletons floating betwixt a few barren trees. and i suddenly realize this song is saying the words coming from the skeletons' mouths: 'why do you lay so low in the grass?' 'don't you want to be found?' maybe i should just stay inside somewhere, somewhere cold, with my music and a pen and a boy who loves me just enough to take me without wanting me. love, debra skyline xo ------------------ THE FOLLOWING IS AN ADVERT FOR EXCELLENCE: never learned how to ride a bike? merely flailed helplessy in a chlorine-laced pool when trying to learn to swim? come to Camp Kids Who Gave Up 2002, sponsored by lindsey baker, dave snyder and conor oberst to learn to ride and swim like nobody's business! while you're temporarily residing on our beautiful, secluded island paradise camp, enjoy lessons from friendly guest instructors such as mandee wright and listen to a different live band every night (we feature saddle creek gems and omaha rapists)! dating lindsey is also an available option, so long as conor is off-island. 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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 michelle at xxx.com Wed Jul 10 04:56:20 2002 From: michelle at xxx.com (michelle) Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 23:56:20 -0400 Subject: Sinister: t-shirt weather Message-ID: <410-22002731035620515@michellelovesrobertsmith.com> Hello sinister, I've been out of the nursery for over a month now and I've decided it's time to start writing, so I can feel like I really do belong!! I quite enjoy these posts taking up space in my in-box, each and every one of you transport me to your world, simply using words...I find that remarkable...I hope that I'll be able to contribute something new to your lives as well. On that note... I went out to a club called the Castle last night with a fellow Sinister list member, who has yet to post...after some beers, percocet, and Morrissey in the background we got into our usual B&S banter...it's half the time about the band and the other half about the idea of the band and the music, how it's able to bring so many different individuals together, on our way to the downstairs bar we spotted a girl with a STORYTELLING t-shirt on, Declan and I both looked at the girl then each other with a gleam of hope in our eyes...you see, to see someone here in Tampa wearing a B&S shirt is a breath of fresh air, some air that I wish more people here were breathing...ah well, she ended up being a really sweet girl who was as equally shocked that someone even noticed her t-shirt, we talked for a short time about the B&S show in Atlanta then exchanged email addresses, who knows, Tampa might be able to pull together a Sinister picnic of it's own one day...to which you'll all be cordially invited! I went out in hopes of possibly seeing Perry (Cure guitar player) Bamonte, though they are in festival season, he's been at the Castle a few times in the past couple of months...it's been so much fun to make eyes at him from across a crowded club, while the Cure are playing in the background...oh I'll save some of those stories for another post...but he wasn't there, maybe next time. I hope you'll all forgive me for my strange habit of the run on sentences, I only write like this in emails, promise! So, I suppose I've spoken. I will be able to sleep much better tonight! My life has been changing so much as of late, it will be nice to share it with all of you...I've started to truly appreciate the people that I have in my life and the things that they bring to it...I will have lots of stories of love, friendship, and of course the Cure to tell you all about...so thanks to Jasmin with the B&S shirt on last night, who inspired me to write, even if it was just about a shirt with a band name on it...that means so much more than just a shirt with a band name on it! Alot of people like Belle and Sebastian, then there are people like us who really get the joke, a friend of mine used that to describe "getting" what the Cure are all about, I think it works for B&S too...what was going to be a quick hello, turned into a little more...doesn't it always? hugs to you all, michelle E-Mail Service provided by EAS Enterprises World Class Web Hosting and Development www.easent.net +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From S.Hewitt at xxx.uk Wed Jul 10 10:41:46 2002 From: S.Hewitt at xxx.uk (Hewitt, Stephen) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 10:41:46 +0100 Subject: Sinister: hideously belated Reporting Back Message-ID: ello babies blimey is it really nearly a fortnight since i boarded the magic bus to the fields of avalon, it seems like barely a minute. ANYHOO, I now present more content than possibly any other post i've ever written, YES, it's the "b&s at glasto, oh god how much can i still remember" Reporting Back. Frankly they were tops, muchmuchmuch better than at brixton where, if you recall, i thought they were a bit poo. It started with struan (in what can only be described as a "flasher mac")draping an Anti Nazi League "love music, hate racism" banner over the monitors, whilst the band played eff this ess. oor stevie was wearing a rather fetching duffle coat which made him look about 7, aw bless, and wee bobbie had a funny hat on. um, no chance of a setlist i'm afraid, but some memorable moments: Struan dedicating "the state i am in" to his brother who had gone and sneakily got married over the weekend. he then pointed out that the brother mentioned in TSIAI was "in a dream" and not his actual brother, oh no. Needless to say he then got the words wrong in the middle (has he ever got them all right, in the right order???) and me and lixi had a giggle. Stevie's outRAGeous organ blowing on me and the major, which i don't remember noticing to quite such an extent before. Mick's ever increasing variety of horns. Singing happy birthday to one of the string section (emma?) generally being loud, punchy and tight, three things they so weren't at brixton. girl standing about 10 foot to my left with a super powerful bubble blowing gun thingy, which managed to get bubbles all over the audience and stage. LLPJ with Monica, as it should be ;) all but the last three songs being filmed (god knows what the bbc is going to do with it all... virtually every act (even on new bands) had the majority of their sets filmed) the wee girl in the green top who had been chosen from the audience getting stage fright and not singing the isobel bit (in a town so small...) at the end of DD#2, so struan had to do it in a falsetto, which was the only point she was really missed... sarah's BLUDY HUGE guitar (possibly guitar was normal sized and sarah is wee) which looked as big as she is. mick cooke putting his *foot on the monitor* during boys are back in town. all the band looked happy and confident, i had had my doubts about them playing on the second stage, i thought they would've been better with a headline slot on the new bands, but they pulled it off!! (with aplomb) Struan saying he really wanted to come back next year, YAY!! getting to the urinals after they finished without my bladder actually exploding (bludy festival beer) was also a blessed relief... oh the rain was a bit rubbish, but it wasn't too bad (i can tell you stories about standing at that stage in the rain, let me tell you, ultrasound in 98, i nearly drowned etcetc "shut up you old codger" says the world) more general glasto Reporting Back on me bl*g: http://carsmile.pitas.com and possibly some rubbish photos (and believe me, they are poor) if i can be bothered to get the scanner out... picnic? bowling? possible trip to brum? with my reputation? xoxo CarsmileSteve **************************************************************************** For the latest City Lit news & information, please visit our website www.citylit.ac.uk **************************************************************************** The City Literary Institute Registered Office: 16 Stukeley Street, London WC2B 5LJ Registered in England no: 2471686 Registered Charity no: 803007 *************************************************** PRIVACY AND CONFIDENTIALITY NOTICE. *************************************************** This e-mail may contain privileged or confidential information. 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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 anakin_sky at xxx.net Wed Jul 10 11:48:26 2002 From: anakin_sky at xxx.net (anakin_sky at xxx.net) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 12:48:26 +0200 (MEST) Subject: Sinister: sunshine hit me Message-ID: <7603.1026298106@www14.gmx.net> hiya, me again. how can you be expected to be fresh, dynamic, and productive when it's 35°C in the burning sun? hm. i think i'm melting away. i want to go swimming, hmm, that would be soooo nice... yesterday i listened to 'fold your hands child...' again, it's been a while, and i remembered how many people and critics had dismissed this album as b&s's worst. i don't understand, i really love this album, it's my second favourite. it's got so much euphory (does that word exist in english? cause it does, in german) and beauty in it. what do you think? i don't think i've got anything else to say, um, very productive... love, anne. -- GMX - Die Kommunikationsplattform im Internet. http://www.gmx.net +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From MTJ.Ashbridge at xxx.uk Wed Jul 10 13:00:36 2002 From: MTJ.Ashbridge at xxx.uk (Michael Ashbridge) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 12:00:36 GMT Subject: Sinister: Quandaries solved, eyebrows salved Message-ID: <31B22DD2EE8@Blackstaff.ulst.ac.uk> +++ Public Service Announcement +++ Robyn Fadden, I have the gospel on quotation marks and their proper placement. When quoting direct speech, all marks, including commas, belong inside the quotation marks. Punctuation concerning quotes used to set a phrase or text string apart from the main body of the sentence are placed outside the quotation marks, as they belong to the main body of the sentence. Usage example: "Let's have plenty of Wurlitzer!" exclaimed Struan, as Michael started clapping prematurely for "Boy With The Arab Strap". These facts will be disputed by many, and they may all kise my over-educated arse. I didn't get to where I am today by not knowing what to do with various bits of ASCII. If you're American, or some other kind of alien, ignore all that. You're a very weird bunch and like to put *everything* except ? and ! inside the quotes. But you only do it to annoy. +++ End of Useful Words +++ Can I second someone's emotion about rogue hairs? Only this morning I pulled out one eyebrow hair that had got outRAGEously long. Like something from The Fly. And I hadn't noticed it until just then, brushing my teeth, staring at my reflection, lost in some early morning reverie involving eyes and mirrors and dopey meta-level circular thoughts about eyes seeing eyes seeing eyes, and then WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? It's a half-inch long hair that's TWICE as thick as the others and where did THAT come from, HMM? And when I carefully appraised the other brow, THERE WAS ONE THERE TOO! Curled-up and trying its best to disguise itself as a muggle hair, but definitely ALIEN! Both of them, naturally, were ripped from my face, follicle and all. I can't be doin' with that kind of rebellion on my own bake. I didn't get much sleep last night, and I'm feeling very zonked today. I didn't need that kind of trauma. I wonder when my ears will start getting all hairy. Maybe I have a few more years before I have to start poking scissors in there. Or one of those buzzy things. I still don't know what's up with that. What evolutionary purpose does it serve? What's going to happen to me that my body thinks it will be better served by huge handfuls of hair clogging up my lugs? I am, however, going to buy the Langley Schools Music Project, just because I'm a sucker for alternative marketing, and I'm wide open for the boys and girls of sinister. Hurrah for orff-key singing (and crap puns). Until anon, - M. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk Wed Jul 10 12:33:58 2002 From: Stuart.Gardiner at xxx.uk (Gardiner, Stuart) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 12:33:58 +0100 Subject: Sinister: If I Only Had A Brain Message-ID: <579C0CAF497CD511AD4D00508BBD7AAC641ADD@pikachu.ntu.ac.uk> Hmmmm, lots of picnics going on. Which I haven't been to. End of Reporting Back section. Still, it's good that everyone is having get togethers to celebrate the release of the new Whitlams album on 22 July. What, that's not the only reason? Well it's as good an excuse as any... My copy's already been preordered... For almost five years, we've been talking on here about the state of Isobel's arse. Seems like she finally got pissed off with it and left the band. Maybe we should grant an amnesty to Richard as well, and stop talking about how he gurns like he's in labour whenever he's drumming, before he gets pissed off and leaves as well? I make it I've been back in England for almost 3 weeks now. And I'm fed up with the place already. So I'm going to Barcelona next week. Of course, I've got to try and convince people at work that I'm not permanently on holiday, honest. So I'm not just going to lie on the beach; I'm going to be carrying out an experiment into solar energy and its effect on humans (and in particular on myself and my own body, showing a selfless devotion to the cause). And at the same time, I'll be carrying out a study in observational feminine dermatology. OK, time for some list abuse. I don't hold up much hope of anyone being able to help me, but what the hell. You know you all love it really. Virtual masochists, the lot of you. Anyway... Does anybody out there know of any decent volunteering opportunities in Nepal for next summer? The only ones I can find are teaching English, which doesn't really appeal (partly since, as many of you know, I can't talk proper myself). Ideally community infrastructure and/or conservation work, but I'm open to other suggestions. Nice to see that Carsmile's company disclaimer is now longer than most posts. Big Stu PS To any bandmembers reading: gig at The Globe Theatre in London? Please? 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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 Histrianic at xxx.com Wed Jul 10 12:38:52 2002 From: Histrianic at xxx.com (Histrianic at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 07:38:52 -0400 Subject: Sinister: jump onto the streets and cry me a liver Message-ID: <26B976DC.6658AD96.0B7F097A@aol.com> hey hey all you people! The summer's here, and I, having finally gotten all my RES-PON-SUH-BILITEEEES out of the way, am ready to sit back and enjoy it. I came home tonight with a little tupperware dish full of ice cream and other goodies as well as little creamy pastries to accompany my evening movie. I stepped lightly through the doors of my apartment building and even did a little jig-like step, happy to be home again and left to my own devices. With a turn of the head, I noticed a little bulk in the mailbox from a certain Academy and everything was ruined. My mother, having seen my grades and having read the comments, said: "All in all, you are simply too moody. That's what all your teachers say." I like to think that being a teenager having diagnosed as a depressive and under severe depression by a collection of four psychiatrists/psychologists entitles me to be a bit more moody than other people, but apparently not. The Irony Of It All: My mother dislikes me taking anti-depressants and so hides the stack the doctor prescribed me. I read a David Sedaris book tonight and realized that Idleberry's posts reminded of his stories, or vice versa. I'll leave it up for you to decide whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. l-o-v-e h +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From theboywiththemiddleeasternstrap at xxx.uk Wed Jul 10 12:45:10 2002 From: theboywiththemiddleeasternstrap at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Thomas=20Henderson?=) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 12:45:10 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: dolphins or jam? Message-ID: <20020710114510.42019.qmail@web20610.mail.yahoo.com> hullo (did that sound like michael fish?) anywho, hiya everybody, did you know you can *actualy* get a cheese sandwich in an empty crisps bag? you can you know. so glasgow picnic..... hello to all there especialy manky mark wi' the one minute wank. brian wi' the cards and baccy, danny-thigh with his rarrrrrr ally with his golden boot, idles and swee...... oh they're away to the toilet....... and gav for his tour of glasgows brothels and everyone else. never play football in doc martin shoes, just don't it's murder. also note, don't throw yourself about to much, no matter how servicable the trousers are, the bones arent. fannybaws mcbinky wonderdog, was also there, and made a dramatic entrance to west 13. so yes i'm the twee fucker who brought the dog on wheels lucy. although i think you knew that and were just saving me the embarasment, cos you're nice like that. so thanx, but i just blew it anyway. re: peeing at glasto; Q magazine said if you saw someone piss in a bottle and throw it you got 1000 festival points...... well........ during orbital, i had to piss in a cup, i didn't throw it but how many points do i get? ok maybe i shouldn't have shared that, maybe, but i did now so anyway aha mmmm yes. byee everyone thomas x ps: i'll have some of whatever gordon's smoking __________________________________________________ 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 puluxxx at xxx.com Wed Jul 10 16:55:26 2002 From: puluxxx at xxx.com (pulu xxx) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 08:55:26 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: you´ll be left with a chainsaw.... In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020710155526.12969.qmail@web9807.mail.yahoo.com> hello, this was a truly crappy day at work, these two men that i share the room with, started commenting how quiet i am, and i almost started crying, cos i know i�m quiet and i suffer from it myself, but i really don�t need anyone to start mocking me about it. the other one is so talkative, he isn�t quiet for a second, he always have to make some remark about something and critisize other people. he�s kind of fat, almost bald, blond, homophobic type of man. i just hate him. i wish i could say something, i mean about him, some remark, but i can�t, cos he�s like a boss, at least he interviewed me for the job. yesterday i thought that he must have lots of enemies. he�s the type of person, i mean he says things without thinking about what he has said. he even mocked this one cleaner girl, cos she had a cap and was listening to her walkmans while cleaning, about how she was apologizing for her own existence and how he couldn�t stand it. and i�ve got, like 6,5 weeks left! i bought �storytelling� last week, and i like it alot. my favourite song is �black and white united�, then other good ones: �consuelo leaving� �big john shaft� �fiction� but they all are good. i forgotten other things that i was supposed to write about. sorry again about whining, but that thing just made me feel sad, cos i was afraid that i might get some comments about being quiet, and now that it happened it was like back to school and back to being bullied. bye now, yours, puluxxx __________________________________________________ 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 mrsaudiac at xxx.com Wed Jul 10 17:13:55 2002 From: mrsaudiac at xxx.com (notorious jpb) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 11:13:55 -0500 Subject: Sinister: throw this girl a bone Message-ID: sin-sins, thanks to SGS for summoning me from the depths of lurkerdom. i've been thinking about you recently, sinister. maybe it's the time of the season, or a desire for cameraderie, or just the mental image of all of you naked that has spurred this present post. first, for the Raving About Literature. go out right now to your library, or favorite independent bookstore, or wherever, and get your paws on this book: Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. I know it's risky to expose my love of a certain novel to the masses, not knowing if they'll really like it, or if they'll just pretend to like it to be nice, or if they'll masturbate upon it, or simply eat it. but i think you'll like this one, sinister. it features a dog named sammy davis, junior, junior; a Ukranian translator who knows English not so premiumly; and the Holocaust. it is not a joke. but it is the funniest and saddest book i've read in ages (save for the graphic novel Good-bye Chunky Rice by Craig Thompson, which made me weep like a babe). Go. Now. secondly, for the whining. so last weekend i was at hidden cove karaoke in chicago, and was having a grand old time. sang some songs, drank some drinks. at 3am, a fellow comes in and announces that a car fitting a certain description had been broken into, and lo! twas my car! window smashed, cdplayer heartlessly ripped from the dash, and the worst thing EVER--a gob of cds were taken as well. the resale value is nil, since they were in a little zip-up case sans artwork or jewel cases. and i highly doubt the vandals were really interested in listening to the aislers set. it's likely that the whole case was just dumped in a dumpster, or masturbated upon, or eaten. SO THIS IS WHERE YOU COME IN! if any of you are crazy about burning cds for a poverty-stricken girl who cannot afford to replace the missing cds, and even crazier for mailing them intra- or inter-continentally, then i would love you forever. i might even place a photo of you under my pillow, or make out with a poster-sized version of you which i have taped on my wall. here's the list, should any of you care to help out (SGS HELP!:) ) 1. the pastels--suck on 2. spearmint--a week away 3. felt--train above the city/pictorial jackson review 4. built to spill--perfect from now on 5. heavenly vs. satan 6. beat happening--jamboree (from the box set, no less) 7. tracy & the plastics--muscler's guide to videotronics 8. IYFS!!!!!!!!! 9. smiths--hatful of hollow 10. milky wimpshake--lovers not fighters 11. aislers set--the last match 12. wedding present--seamonsters 13. wedding present--mini 14. hefner--breaking god's heart breaking god's heart? it's breaking MY heart. how can i possibly drive my automobile without "we're going out" blasting into the balmy chicago air? see, you wouldn't even have to make a fancy cover for the burned cds--i have the real ones at home! it would be so easy, and so fun, and you'd feel like you were contributing something positive to this post-9/11 world. i might even send you something in return! a small plastic gnome, for instance. or maybe even a Vishnu pencil topper. hmmmm, nothing else to report, i reckon. go get that book i told you about. guilelessly, jennpb _________________________________________________________________ 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 psi_fla at xxx.com Wed Jul 10 17:33:44 2002 From: psi_fla at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Simon=20Fallaha?=) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 17:33:44 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Sinister : My wandering (correction: sightseeing) days are almost about to begin Message-ID: <20020710163344.18785.qmail@web13801.mail.yahoo.com> Good evening everyone. I have been rushed off my feet these last couple of days, what with a job interview (the result of which is still unknown) and another application. Such is life when you're trying to find a one-year placement in between your second and third years at uni, and also when you're about to go on holiday for a month in a couple of days. But there is plenty to look forward to! I continue to enjoy reading your posts. Anne, I'm sorry that I can never agree with anyone who loves Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like A Peasant. I'm not saying it's a bad album, it just hasn't stuck in my memory. Seems a bit bland and dragged out. No B & S album can compare to If You're Feeling Sinister or The Boy With The Arab Strap. (It was inspirational to choose the title track of that album as the theme to Teachers, even though I never watch it). Seems that most of you really enjoyed the Glasgow picnic too. A while ago I discovered a QuizYourFriends site, for fun. They say it's best if you write quizzes about yourself and send them to your friends, but you can write any quiz you like here. I did one on myself (and music, and films). And yes, I mentioned Belle & Sebastian in about two of the questions. Tonight I am finally seeing Storytelling! Critics' reviews that I've read online seem to give a pretty mixed opinion about it, but who knows? I wonder how well B & S's music blends in with the film itself. Speaking of films, I recommend Minority Report to all. It's even better than Spider-Man (well, it has more depth, anyway). It would have been the best film I'd seen in a long, long time, if only it didn't drag towards the end. Still excellent though. Ironically, when I reviewed it (hopefully I'll get my reviews website back online soon) I didn't count that as a flaw. Probably cos I said that Amelie wasn't too involving in parts when I first reviewed it, and then when I watched it the second time I didn't notice that. There's a number of rock festivals across Europe that I'm going to miss because of the upcoming long holiday (which isn't only in Tunisia - it's Edinburgh first). There's a particularly good one in Spain towards the end of July. And The Divine Comedy are playing near home while I'm away (I remember missing their supposedly brilliant gig at the QUB last November because of other commitments)! Ah well. Never mind. What I heard from a friend yesterday was that parts of the original Star Wars were filmed in the Tunisian desert! That'll be interesting to see. Maybe it was that area which represented Tatooine. Anyway, must go. Take care, Psi __________________________________________________ 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 AMEBIX13 at xxx.com Wed Jul 10 17:51:21 2002 From: AMEBIX13 at xxx.com (AMEBIX13 at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 12:51:21 -0400 Subject: Sinister: Like a Friend Message-ID: <7CCD7558.1545E399.0063F0F2@aol.com> Hello sinister, Hopefully this post finds all of you well. I am stuck covering for the receptionist today at work, which means that I will be far more bored than usual, and it also means that I will have ample time to post. So yes, I have decided that in essentially one year from now I am going to move to Glasgow, and attend university there. It will be a nice change, and it will be fun to be somewhere new. Not that I don't love Baltimore, because I do, but variety, as they say, is indeed the spice of life. So does anyone from Glasgow want to make friends with me? Any girls want to arrange a date very far in advance. I promise to bring you flowers and take you on a lovely dinner, although you may have to pick the restaraunt, as I will understandable be a bit unfamiliar with the choices we have. If you fancy tall boys with dark hair, I should be right up your alley. And I've been told that I am a good kisser. I don't sound too desperate do I? I got 'Storytelling' a while ago, and! I! like it. It's definately not my favorite material that they have put out, in fact it may be my least favorite, but still, it's good, and when compared to most other things, it's very good. Sometimes it's interesting when bands take a slightly different direction with their sound, and I like to see people doing what pleases them. Now onward to other things...I've noticed lately that everyone in baltimore knows eachother some how...and it's not like it's a small city or anything, I think it's one of the top ten or fifteen cities in the states size wise. But anyway...it seems that I can't go on a date without everyone in the entire metropolitan area finding out. Last week for example. I hang out with a girl who've I've seen around at various bars, shows, etc...well it turns out she's somehow friends with my roomate...went to high school with some random boy that I work with...and is in fact one of my other friends cousins! How is that for odd? And there is yet another ! ex! ample that has occurred in the past week. I went out with another person who informed me that my last ex-girlfriend is now under the false assumption that she is dating her best friend! What a tangled web we weave. So it basically comes down to this, I go out on a date or have sex, and everyone in the area knows it...like it or not. This has the potential to have far too many people know far too much about me. I mean, if I'm a crap shag, I'd prefer to be able to keep it at least reasonably secret...not that I sleep with a terribly numerous amount of people...it just seems that given the situation, it will only take one or two. So that's my predicament. Hrmm, other news in the world of Sean...I actually have met a girl who I like, and who I think is definate relationship material. I'm not really sure if it will end up going that way yet though. We get along great, she's quite lovely, intelligent, classy, basically all I look for in a woman. I just get a bit of the i! mp! ression that she might not be in the market for a proper boyfriend at the moment. It's quite a shame, because I think we could be brilliant together...it's not too often that I meet people who I think I could work with like this, the last time it happened in fact was with a girl named elise, who used to be on this very list. It's slightly frusterating, but I'm not going to let it get me down too much. We have fun together, have great conversations, and go out to delicious dinners, so what do I really have to complain about? Oh yes, let me ask this before I forget...is there anyone on the list who is also from Baltimore? I hope so, it would be nice to hang out with some fellow sinistrines from my hometown. And hey, they would probably already have an intamate knowledge of my life, so we could certainly grow close rather quickly. Well, it's time for me to wrap this up now. Love, 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 jordi_trenzano at xxx.es Mon Jul 8 19:24:34 2002 From: jordi_trenzano at xxx.es (Jordi Trenzano) Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2002 20:24:34 +0200 Subject: Sinister: New Order (a bit of list abuse) Message-ID: <020601c226ac$b7eba7a0$37ae99c1@teleline.es> Hi hi If anyone with a bit of writing skills (as many of you in here) is going to the Manchester New Order gig this saturday, can he/she let me know, please ? the mighty www.espacio3.com/grasa would like a review (written in an english that I might be able to translate later) I just knew that mr.Dafyd Strange is going to Benicassim. If anybody else decides to come, I'd be glad to have a mini sini-picnic. 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 foranotherdream at xxx.com Wed Jul 10 19:31:00 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 11:31:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: princess whiny bitch Message-ID: <20020710183100.88175.qmail@web12404.mail.yahoo.com> good morning candyland, who's sleepy? raise your hands... ooo! ooo! pick me! okay. i'll stop now. the other day at work, i was slapped in the face with such a reality. i cried. but the thing is is that i already knew this thing to be true, but alas, realized at the same time my denial. double slap. players: sara-sad girl accepting realities she is in denial about frances-wishy washy girl stuck in the middle, but choosing sides jill-mean girl who hates sara steve-jill's b.f. and sara's supervisor story in a nut sack: sara and frances are friends. jill and steve and frances are friends. sara and jill think each other are the b-word. steve busts sara's balls at work for no reason. steve and jill told frances sara was trying to use her. frances and jill and steve are the "cool kids" and sara is a pocket protector*. when frances and sara hang out, frances is nice. when they are all at work, frances ignores sara. sara started ignoring frances. jill told a manager that i tried to hit her with my car**....ect.... basically: stupid drama bullshit. *pocket protectors CAN be useful, just try it. **jill cut sara off. if sara had one of those hourglass necklaces in harry potter, she would have hit jill with her grandpa's car. to quote a wonderful friend of mine: "i'm going to kick you in the cunt if you don't stop being mean to sara. word up!" isn't that beautiful? WORD UP! i think that i finally realized that as much as i try to be "cool", it's just not going to happen unless i give in and act like an asshole. WHY! do i try to fit in a groove that i'm obviously not fit for!? i probably shouldn't have cried, but i hate that constant tug of not wanting to trust anyone anymore. than what would be the point of existing in this forsaken world if i couldn't have friends, right? i'm babbling, but i'm sad so i don't care. i was leaving campus yesterday afternoon listening to the good life in my headphones (the beaten path) while i walked on the grassy patches that make a pattern with the gum-marked cement walkways. walking on grass has become one of my most favorite things ever! i can't really explain that either, but try it. anyway, there were little youngin's on the grass, i think on some summer activities thing, playing red rover red rover. remember that shit? i failed p.e. in 2nd grade because i didn't want to play any of the races or games. competitiveness scares me! i faked stomach aches. got an f on the report card because i sat on the sidelines 5 days a week. i stopped and watched them a bit. there were older kids and younger kids playing together and the little tiny kids were so cute. swinging their arms and chanting send so-and-so over...well...there was this one girl. she yells, call for someone WEAK so we can win. who the fuck is that bitch going to turn out to be? i wanted to go pinch her damn ear because sure enough, they call the tiniest boy from the other team who gets fucking neck slammed and almost falls on his ass. yeah! whoo! the bitch screams. i can't really think of a way to put it all together, but somehow it does. i think. i'm okay with not being accepted. i used to take it personally, but fuck it. right? it's just when i feel...i don't think betrayed is the right word...um...abandoned...? maybe i should have a copy of a disclaimer with me at all times. "if i plan on acting like a friend, then i am a friend. if i don't like you, i will not go on under false pretenses. i'll simply leave you alone. i promise." please sign on the dotted line. right next to the X. the word of my emotion is disappointed. maybe? here's to not having any expectations, love sara p.s...i'm sorry i had to get all that out. p.p.s...on a happier note! when i checked my e-mail today, i had one of those e-mails that isn't spam, but somehow i don't know how i got it kind. anyway, this was the subject line: FORANOTHERDREAM, ENLARGE YOUR PENIS TODAY! GIVE YOUR WOMAN MORE PLEASURE! i'm NOT kidding. no. i don't have penis. now. if it had been: FORANOTHERDREAM, ENLARGE YOUR BREASTS TODAY! JUST FOR THE HECK OF WIDE-EYED SIDE GLANCES! i wouldn't have clicked to get off their wonderful e-mail list. ===== all the people'd stare as if we were both quite insane someday my name and his are going to be the same __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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Message-ID: <423A883EB9A36B41AEDEDB866A66A4A90BC847@svc-msg-04.northamerica.corp.microsoft.com> Ah, Sinister. *BEGGING* It's true: the eternally wonderful sgazzetti (AKA JDS, or that bloke teaching English in Slovenia) and yours truly will soon be travelling to somewhere in the middle of the Spanish Mediterranean coast (let us not discuss my far-reaching lack of European geographical knowledge) to attend the FIB, where B&S will entertain the CROWD OF THOUSANDS with their rock stylings. (Hi, long and impenetrable sentence.) Given our advanced ages (28 and something greater than 28, respectively), and given my slightly high maintenance desire not to have to queue in order to shower, we were hoping to find accommodations other than the free massive festival campsite. Alas, we were a bit--comment dit-on?--behind the 8-ball, and it now appears that all of el Pais Valenciana is booked. ALL OF IT. This is where you come in: do any of you happen to have an extra hotel room (or similar--space in a bungalow or chalet would also be smashing) kicking about? I know Jordi mentioned one a few weeks back, but I've a sinking feeling it's loooooong gone by now. We are simple folk, John and I, and don't require lots of care. We can regale you with tales of travelling across the wilds of southern France, and would gladly ply you with alcohol, and would cast upon your feet the mantle of our eternal gratitude. Any and all leads on this front would be MOST APPRECIATED. Please give me a holler off-list (wilska at microsoft.com) if you can help save our sorry asses from having to burrow into the sand on the beach to bed down for the evening. *NOT BEGGING, BUT A REQUEST STILL* I hasten to add that even if you can only tell us we're S.O.L. as far as housing goes, if you're going to Benicassim, WE WANT TO HANG OUT WITH YOU. It's true that we're American, but John is worldly beyond his years, and I can easily pass as Canadian (complete with correct pronunciations of 'sorry' and 'pasta'), and we promise to be sufficiently witty, erudite, and alcoholic. All interested parties should please be so kind as to email either of us (me at address above, J at sgazzetti at yahoo.com) and state their intentions. *IN OTHER NEWS* Did anyone else notice that supposedly mild-mannered, soon-to-be-English-teacher Molly Due had the phrase ANAL LEAKAGE in her e-mail addy? That fact coupled with the vibrating bed thing (other models are know as the Sandman) leads me to doubt her innocence. Not that she necessarily claimed any, mind. On the WEblog front, I humbly remind you of my own: http://divert.blogspot.com Finally, after you've finished 'Everything Is Illuminated', [stressing now about placement of that comma outside quotes], you should hasten on to 'Prague', by Arthur Phillips, which is both brilliant and brilliantly sarcastic. You heard it here first (possibly). I will now celebrate San Francisco's faux summer by attempting to take my lunch outside. Soon enough it'll be unabashedly cold yet again. I remain, The Un-nicknamed, Emily +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From decsnspace at xxx.com Wed Jul 10 20:53:34 2002 From: decsnspace at xxx.com (Declan Haskins) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 12:53:34 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: tell the truth, it really helped you... Message-ID: <20020710195334.56516.qmail@web40008.mail.yahoo.com> What's ^ sinister... I've been around here for a little while (out of the nursery for only a few months, but a B&S fan for much longer) and I've been touched as of late, with the help of a fellow sinister (thanks Michelle), and moved to kick out my keyboard and send you all my first post... so here goes... I guess I'll start out and say that the B&S show I attended up in Atlanta a few months back was one of the most amazing experiences of my life... but then I had been anticipating it for almost two years, since my first exposure to the band when on a whim I picked up a copy of 'FYHCYWLAP' because of its cool cover. I won't ever forget pressing play on my CD player as I sat there in my car parked outside of the record store and hearing for the first time the soft voice of Stuart singing on its own "I fought in a war..." and the most amazing music that followed shortly after... and my life has never been the same since that day... Back to the concert... that night I was standing right up in front, just under where Mick was standing and was next to all those crazy and wild kids who came up from Miami and were having such a great time out partying for the show. And even with the abscence of Isobel that night, the show left me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside like I had just came on to some wonderful and great drug... Thanks so much to the fellow sinister who posted the pictures of the show on their website a while back. I downloaded them all and they've been rotating quite frequently on my desktop! Onto storytelling... I think its a wonderful album and the more I listen to it the more I seem to appreciate it and the genius that went into creating it. I've yet to see the movie and so I'm void of any connections between the songs and the movie's themes and plot... And so I've constructed my own personal meanings for them... isn't that always the case with music, its always so personal. I have to say that 'Black and White Unite' is my absolute favorite and that everytime I listen to it I think of imagery of the 60's in america and all the strife during that time period (the riots and such between blacks and whites in the struggle for equality)... and I imagine someone (the perspecive of the songwriter) unaffected by all the hatred and madness around them and finding a way to transcend it all and finding beauty and love. Anyways, thats about all for now... Thanks to many of you fellow members especially those who live in the U.K. and always post about bands similar to B&S that I've never heard of... some of you mentioned trembling blue stars, camera obscura, and mum amoung others not to long ago and it opened up a whole new world of great music for me... plus mum's coming to florida in august!!! that's more mellow indie excitement then we've had here in over a year!!! (incidently I was on mum's website the other day and noticed the cover of 'FYHCYWLAP' on a band photos link, anyone know anything about this... what's their connection to B&S). Unfortunately audiogalaxy is gone now... do any of you know of any good sites to get mp3's, such as the rare B&S live stuff that audiogalaxy used to have (epitonic is decent but very limited and I've tried morpheus and winMx and they both suck), email me of list. on a side note I'll be up in Atlanta again this coming weekend for the Neil Halstead show with some friends... any fellow sinisters who happen to be up there (any fans of slowdive, mojave3???) I'll be wearing a B&S t-shirt and looking kinda like Moby... say hello!!! good times and music to all love, -D "this is it, my world, the real world, the secret, where there are no teachers, no schools, no unanwerable questions, where on can be without having to ask anything" Carl Jung __________________________________________________ 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 antipopconsortium at xxx.com Wed Jul 10 22:33:18 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 21:33:18 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Painting the Land Rover green and other stories Message-ID: The earliest thing Clive could remember, the first thing, was pressing his face right up against the TV screen so he could see the picture as a neat grid of tiny pixels. Clive started to count them. �Did you like the bright colours?� his mother had asked him as she lifted him gently away. Clive had to go back a second time to see what she meant. Clive was gifted. All his teachers said so. He was years ahead of his classmates, they said, when it came to anything mathematical, which was true; Clive could do long division before he learned to read properly. At primary school they had worried about his temperament, he whizzed through his maths work, was bright, questioning and always careful and accurate, even with problems usually considered far too advanced for his age, but when it came to other subjects his manner changed completely, he became lethargic and disinterested, doodled numbers in the margins of his stories. Clive saw the world in series of graphs and charts, numbers, tessellating shapes. To him a tree was area of shade at various times of day, number of branches and leaves and equally, number of rings on the stump, the sky was percentage of cloud cover, the speed of the wind calculated from the movement of the clouds. He hated cloudless days. Clive liked computers, but rarely ever used one; he loved the idea of computers converting everything, pictures, words and sounds into binary, loved the idea that things could be quantified so purely like that. He had the idea of writing a whole book in binary, practised translating sentences from his schoolbooks until he was fluent, but he couldn�t think of anything to write about. At secondary school, times grew worse for Clive. He was on the concrete curled up; he counted the kicks, counted the time between each one. They were shouting things at him now but he didn�t hear them, he counted their syllables, and in front of his eyes flashed a ratio for each assailant, number of kicks against number of syllables, he tabulated the results mentally before black dots with thin silver rims like spots of ink on a pane of glass gathered and joined in his field of vision. He estimated correctly that it would be three seconds before he passed out. He didn�t have many friends at school. Most of Clive�s teachers hated him; his attitude to non-mathematical subjects hadn�t changed since primary school, but luckily Clive didn�t care what they thought, or perhaps that�s putting it too strongly, it didn�t occur to him that they thought at all � they were outside the moment, outside his mathematics. Clive�s exams went surprisingly well. Of course, he passed the maths exam with embarrassing ease, tackling each question with an unmatched relish and speed. In the English exam he shocked everyone by writing an eerily moving story about a girl who took a summer job as a gardener, and went blind because she was violently allergic to the most beautiful tropical flower in the garden. Clive just managed to pass enough subjects to stay on at school, owing to the good grade in English. The subjects he chose to carry on though, were maths and further maths. He could�ve done more subjects, but he simply wasn�t interested, and the teachers at school didn�t try to change his mind; Clive was disconcerting to talk to, he had a polite, distracted air, and only ever seemed to be half concentrating on the conversation. When you left him alone, he didn�t seem to notice, didn�t change his posture, but carried on staring into the middle distance. Clive never looked at anyone when they were talking to him. It was as if he�d never learned how to converse properly � some people aren�t very good at talking to people because they�re shy, or because they feel intimidated, but conversation didn�t scare Clive, he just seemed mildly annoyed by it, talking to him made you feel like you�d walked in on something, interrupted his private circle of thought. Clive didn�t have many friends. It was autumn, and school was starting again. Clive was feeling excited to be learning maths again. Over the summer he had read Pascal and Betrand Russell, mathematical philosophers, but they hadn�t meant much to him really. He had also spent many joyous hours puzzling over Andrew Wiles� solution to Fermat�s last theorem; the proof was so beautiful, so flawless that tears welled up in Clive�s eyes, he was crying at the purity of Wiles� work, but also because he didn�t think there was anything left. He felt as though he had plumbed the depths of maths to its very core, that he had exhausted all known sources. He still loved what he knew about maths, but it was the discovery, learning new thing tht gave him the most pleasure. And now he felt there was nothing new out there. In fits of desperation he spent the last few week of the holidays ploughing through books and magazines at the library in the vain hope of finding something he had missed. But as you might imagine, Clive�s keen, logical mind had already devoured everything. If there was hope, it lay back at school. Clive learned that of everyone, he had achieved the best score on the maths exam. It didn�t surprise him, but the school decided to give him an award anyway, and he and his parents went there one evening, when lots of awards were being given out. Because it had been such an important exam, Clive�s award was one of the very last to be presented, and protocol demanded that he say a few words of thanks when he received it. On stage in front of the microphone Clive looked out at the columns of heads, instinctively he started to count them, number of people present, percentage of women, percentage of children, average estimated age � these figures, and graphical representations of them, pie charts and tables floated through his mind. He shut his eyes, but the bright stage lights burned a bright orangey-red through his eyelids. He blurted: �Thankyou� into the microphone and bolted from the stage. The first maths lesson of term was a great source of excitement for Clive, his new teacher, Miss Lecksi only taught maths at this advanced level, and was reputed to be among the finest mathematical minds in education. Her repuatation at the school was somewhat enigmatic, since so few people ever found out what went on behind the doors of her maths lessons, and those that did were generally reluctant to tell. Miss Lecksi was a greying, almost bald woman with a stuffy, Victorian style of dress. Clive, who was normally very good at that sort of thing, estimated her age at anywhere between thirty and seventy. Now she addressed the class, there was an atmosphere of nervous expectation, of poorly concealed fears, Clive could barely sit still. Miss Lecksi spoke of the course they were about to undertake, of exams and homework, the tension began to fade. Perhaps the rumours weren�t true. But then Miss Lecksi stopped and surveyed the class, a blunt, affected look in her eyes. She spoke slowly and deliberately, as if there were some part of her story that she couldn�t quite reach, but which was the most important part: �The day after I finished my finals at university, my elderly proffessor, for whose teaching I am eternally grateful, called me to his office. Once there, he showed me this�� now she went over to a small shelf at the front of the room, and pointed to a small box there in the middle on its own. It looked old, but perfectly preserved, with a fine, rich green baize covering offset with an ornate gold trim, and a tiny, delicate jewel-studded lock. The classroom was silent. �In this box,� her hand quavered above it, �lies the secret to all mathematics, the key to its understanding, the essence of number. Nobody knows for sure when it was made, but it has been passed down for aeons from great mathematical mind to great mathematical mind,� she stared straight at Clive �my proffessor gave it to me that day, it�s the reason I went into teaching. It has never been opened since it�s creation, we can only guess what�s inside.� So the rumours were true! The class immediately burst into a flurry of questions, Clive�s hand was one of the first in the air, but Miss Lecksi batted them all away. �It remains here for inspirational purposes only,� again her gaze turned to Clive, �and I have the only key.� She pulled a thin metal key on a fine gold chain hanging from her neck and showed it to the class. �Now.� she said, her voice returning to its more usual matronly tones as she handed out a stack of battered textbooks, �Page one.� A few weeks later, at home, Clive was once again poring over Fermat, but his attention kept returning to that box in Miss Lecksi�s classroom. He went to bed early and immediately began to dream. He was in a windowless room, full almost to the ceiling with tiny stainless steel ball bearings. Clive wasn�t sure how he had got there, but he knew that his task was to count the ball bearings, he looked around him, it was an impossible task, he wasn�t sure how far down it was to the floor and where was he to put the balls he had counted? They were all identical. He also had to lie flat on top of the pile, if his weight wasn�t evenly distributed then he would sink and surely suffocate. He lay there for a few minutes, puzzling over the problem before a solution came to him, as he counted each ball bearing he would swallow it. Pleased at this idea Clive began methodically eating and counting the tiny metal spheres, each one trickling cold and hard down his throat. This went on for some time, until Clive began to feel quite ill, whenever he moved he could hear and feel the balls rolling and clattering around in his stomach, they wouldn�t stay still. He didn�t seem to have made any impact on the amount of ball bearings in the room either, and he had counted more than five thousand. Reasoning with himself, he knew there was no way out other than to finish counting, so he wearily commenced the torture once more. After twenty or so more ball bearings Clive suddenly began to feel a violent pain in his stomach, a hundred times worse than his earlier discomfort, horrified he felt the tiny balls stretching at his skin, almost breaking through, he squirmed to try and somehow rid himself of this awful pain, but as he did so the now paper thin skin of his stomach burst open, and hundreds of ball bearings began to spill out. Clive reared up onto his knees with the pain, and as he did so he began to rapidly sink into the balls, knowing there was no way out Clive tried in vain to take one last gasp of air before his head went under. He awoke gasping and sweating. It was just after eight o�clock, and the light was just beginning to fade outside. Clive gathered his things and snuck downstairs and out of the front door. Now he could breathe. He looked up at the cloudless sky, knowing it was fruitless to try and count the stars. The moon was a sickly sliver of yellow light, waning, waning. Sometime later he arrived at her house, checking the address was right on a bit of paper. Finding it had been easier than he�d imagined. He correctly guessed that she would already be in bed, her front door had been left open and he had padded up the stairs, his footsteps muffled by thick carpet. Her room was deathly calm, there was a strange emptiness to it, the walls stark and unpainted, and the only item of furniture was the small, even child sized bed upon which she now lay. Clive crept up, so close that he could hear her heavy breath, feel her movements, gently he pulled back the bedsheet, the clasp glinted orange in the streetlight below, his hands cringed from the sallow, pock marked skin of her neck and shoulders as he carefully undid it and removed the chain. Pocketing it, he hastily left the house, remembering not to shut the front door, so he could return the key as easily as he had attained it. Brimming with excitement, Clive near sprinted to the school. But he must be calm, he knew that, and he paused in front of the black, wrought iron school gates to catch his breath. He crouched and forced his way through a small gap in the fence used by savvy latecomers after the school decided to shut its gates on the stroke of nine o�clock. Clive made his way round to the maths block, his heart doing a mile a minute in his chest. He knew the caretaker lived on site, but there was no light from his window so Clive figured he must be sleeping too. With that in mind, he snuck up to Miss Lecksi�s door, and with a great deal of relief, he thought of the doddering caretaker ambling through the coridoors, admonishing people for running in the halls, though they were barely even at medium pace. Clive grinned. Even if he did make enough noise to wake the caretaker, he would be long gone before the old man had made it out of bed. Miss Lecksi�s classroom door was mysteriously unlocked and as Clive pushed it open he couldn�t help feeling slightly uneasy. Miss Lecksi locked her classroom whenever she left it during the day, and it was rumoured that even the cleaners weren�t allowed in at night, so it seemed odd that it would be left unguarded on this particular evening, but Clive was not about to question his good luck, so he soldiered on. Inside, the classroom was very different to Clive�s daytime experience of it, there�s something lost and sad about an empty classroom and even in the dark Clive noticed scuff marks on the threadbare carpet that he hadn�t seen before. His head reeling, Clive made his way toward the box, sizing it up. Not wanting to arouse suspicion he hadn�t had a proper look at it up close, even tried to ignore its presence where others deliberately walked past it, near brushing against it on the way in and out of lessons. Clive kept to the other side of the room and was never seen staring at the box, though it permeated his every thought. And now, now he could see its rococo gilding, the gleam of the gems around the lock, the work of a master craftsman. Clive pulled the key from his pocket and sized it up against the lock before pushing it in. It was a perfect fit, of course it was. He shut his eyes as he turned the key in the lock and lifted the lid, his fingers brushing the exquisite baize, even he who knew nothing of fabric could tell that this was of the highest quality. When he opened his eyes he was taken aback for a moment, and had to steady himself on the desk behind, he rubbed his eyes violently with the heels of his hands until they watered, and looked again. There was nothing in the box! His mind flooded with a million questions, a million images, Fermat, Wiles, Pascal, Pythagoras! He reeled back, clutching his head in trembling hands. And then he stopped with a slow realisation that made his eyes burn and stood up straight. He strode deliberately back to the box, the wood inside was rough and grainy, he ran his fingers over it�s untreated surface. �Of course!� he muttered to himself, and only the worry of waking the caretaker stopped him from shouting it out loud, he barely stifled a joyous burst of laughter. Of course! He quickly closed the box, locking it tight and almost ran from the room, from the school until he was back outside, panting and ecstatic. He took his shoes off and felt the grass and the ground, hard and moist, tickling under his feet. As he approached Miss Lecksi�s house, the first light of dawn was beginning to rise and he heard the birds trilling and chirping, saw the greenish glow of dawn just behind the horizon. He felt tired and elated as he once again mounted the carpeted stairs. Inside her bedroom, the light had changed everything and Clive saw there was a fine balance to the d�cor, saw the subtle shades on the walls that he had not picked up on before. He stopped a second. Now Clive once more approached the bed, once more pulled back the bedclothes and began to replace the chain. This time the skin felt soft and inviting, he let his hands linger there a second. As he turned away a calm voice called out to him from behind, �Wait.� He looked back, and saw the new dawn light shining in her eyes, looking straight at him. He moved towards her. She understood. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Take care - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From pykachu100 at xxx.com Thu Jul 11 00:09:15 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 23:09:15 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Tits is just a modern bosom Message-ID: Hello my internet friends.. I'm still at the Internet cafe and Muse are playing in the background right now, and I thought of you. Haha, that sounded the most unflattering.. no I don't really mean that you're unbearably dull and uninspirational and full of shit. I just wondered whether "Muscle Museum" was written with "Arse Muscles" in mind. Speaking of arse muscles, it was nice to know that Thomas Henderson pissed into a cup in Glastonbury.. must have been a big cup! I hope he has labelled his cup "The State", and then gave it to other people and said "Look, it's the state urine". Good chat-up line, maybe. Perhaps as good a chat-up line as one can get, with a cup of piss in hand. All the piss a-flowing reminds me that, a flowing e-mail requires links between one paragraph and another, like a train, which is a form of public transport, a bit like a bus. Riding on city buses for a hobby is sad. I did the other night though, although not necessarily as a pursuit. It was more like a chase, for three buses that took me from one side of North London to another, and then to the middle of North London again. Oh and I am now too late for the last tube home. Tube. There is this young couple next to me in this internet cafe who seem to be having sex with clothes on. Rod Stewart would have said, "blimey!". Maybe I should too, blimey. Cock. Can't wait til Saturday to shuttle cock with Archel! Balls. And bowling on Sunday! Tits! Udders and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: Check out my Blog! Http://www.missprint.org/sinister/latest-date.html _________________________________________________________________ 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 ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Thu Jul 11 00:46:56 2002 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 00:46:56 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Painting the Land Rover green and other stories In-Reply-To: Message-ID: You've gotta be good You've gotta be strong You've gotta be 2000 places at once Sorry, a little drunk. If you can, get tickets for the Polyphonic Spree at the Monarch tomorrow (ie Thurs). Just back from the Flaming Lips. Amazing. Pink balloons. Grown men in rabbit suits. Glitter. Joy. You've gotta be... > From: "Kieran Devaney" > Reply-To: "Kieran Devaney" > Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 21:33:18 +0000 > To: sinister at missprint.org > Subject: Sinister: Painting the Land Rover green and other stories > > > The earliest thing Clive could remember, the first thing, was pressing his > face right up against the TV screen so he could see the picture as a neat > grid of tiny pixels. Clive started to count them. > “Did you like the bright colours?” his mother had asked him as she lifted > him gently away. Clive had to go back a second time to see what she meant. > > Clive was gifted. All his teachers said so. He was years ahead of his > classmates, they said, when it came to anything mathematical, which was > true; Clive could do long division before he learned to read properly. At > primary school they had worried about his temperament, he whizzed through > his maths work, was bright, questioning and always careful and accurate, > even with problems usually considered far too advanced for his age, but when > it came to other subjects his manner changed completely, he became lethargic > and disinterested, doodled numbers in the margins of his stories. > > Clive saw the world in series of graphs and charts, numbers, tessellating > shapes. To him a tree was area of shade at various times of day, number of > branches and leaves and equally, number of rings on the stump, the sky was > percentage of cloud cover, the speed of the wind calculated from the > movement of the clouds. He hated cloudless days. Clive liked computers, but > rarely ever used one; he loved the idea of computers converting everything, > pictures, words and sounds into binary, loved the idea that things could be > quantified so purely like that. He had the idea of writing a whole book in > binary, practised translating sentences from his schoolbooks until he was > fluent, but he couldnÂ’t think of anything to write about. > > At secondary school, times grew worse for Clive. He was on the concrete > curled up; he counted the kicks, counted the time between each one. They > were shouting things at him now but he didnÂ’t hear them, he counted their > syllables, and in front of his eyes flashed a ratio for each assailant, > number of kicks against number of syllables, he tabulated the results > mentally before black dots with thin silver rims like spots of ink on a pane > of glass gathered and joined in his field of vision. He estimated correctly > that it would be three seconds before he passed out. He didnÂ’t have many > friends at school. Most of CliveÂ’s teachers hated him; his attitude to > non-mathematical subjects hadnÂ’t changed since primary school, but luckily > Clive didnÂ’t care what they thought, or perhaps thatÂ’s putting it too > strongly, it didnÂ’t occur to him that they thought at all – they were > outside the moment, outside his mathematics. > > CliveÂ’s exams went surprisingly well. Of course, he passed the maths exam > with embarrassing ease, tackling each question with an unmatched relish and > speed. In the English exam he shocked everyone by writing an eerily moving > story about a girl who took a summer job as a gardener, and went blind > because she was violently allergic to the most beautiful tropical flower in > the garden. Clive just managed to pass enough subjects to stay on at school, > owing to the good grade in English. The subjects he chose to carry on > though, were maths and further maths. He couldÂ’ve done more subjects, but he > simply wasnÂ’t interested, and the teachers at school didnÂ’t try to change > his mind; Clive was disconcerting to talk to, he had a polite, distracted > air, and only ever seemed to be half concentrating on the conversation. When > you left him alone, he didnÂ’t seem to notice, didnÂ’t change his posture, but > carried on staring into the middle distance. Clive never looked at anyone > when they were talking to him. It was as if heÂ’d never learned how to > converse properly – some people arenÂ’t very good at talking to people > because theyÂ’re shy, or because they feel intimidated, but conversation > didnÂ’t scare Clive, he just seemed mildly annoyed by it, talking to him made > you feel like youÂ’d walked in on something, interrupted his private circle > of thought. Clive didnÂ’t have many friends. > > It was autumn, and school was starting again. Clive was feeling excited to > be learning maths again. Over the summer he had read Pascal and Betrand > Russell, mathematical philosophers, but they hadnÂ’t meant much to him > really. He had also spent many joyous hours puzzling over Andrew WilesÂ’ > solution to FermatÂ’s last theorem; the proof was so beautiful, so flawless > that tears welled up in CliveÂ’s eyes, he was crying at the purity of WilesÂ’ > work, but also because he didnÂ’t think there was anything left. He felt as > though he had plumbed the depths of maths to its very core, that he had > exhausted all known sources. He still loved what he knew about maths, but it > was the discovery, learning new thing tht gave him the most pleasure. And > now he felt there was nothing new out there. In fits of desperation he spent > the last few week of the holidays ploughing through books and magazines at > the library in the vain hope of finding something he had missed. But as you > might imagine, CliveÂ’s keen, logical mind had already devoured everything. > If there was hope, it lay back at school. > > Clive learned that of everyone, he had achieved the best score on the maths > exam. It didnÂ’t surprise him, but the school decided to give him an award > anyway, and he and his parents went there one evening, when lots of awards > were being given out. Because it had been such an important exam, CliveÂ’s > award was one of the very last to be presented, and protocol demanded that > he say a few words of thanks when he received it. On stage in front of the > microphone Clive looked out at the columns of heads, instinctively he > started to count them, number of people present, percentage of women, > percentage of children, average estimated age – these figures, and graphical > representations of them, pie charts and tables floated through his mind. He > shut his eyes, but the bright stage lights burned a bright orangey-red > through his eyelids. He blurted: “Thankyou” into the microphone and bolted > from the stage. > > The first maths lesson of term was a great source of excitement for Clive, > his new teacher, Miss Lecksi only taught maths at this advanced level, and > was reputed to be among the finest mathematical minds in education. Her > repuatation at the school was somewhat enigmatic, since so few people ever > found out what went on behind the doors of her maths lessons, and those that > did were generally reluctant to tell. Miss Lecksi was a greying, almost bald > woman with a stuffy, Victorian style of dress. Clive, who was normally very > good at that sort of thing, estimated her age at anywhere between thirty and > seventy. Now she addressed the class, there was an atmosphere of nervous > expectation, of poorly concealed fears, Clive could barely sit still. Miss > Lecksi spoke of the course they were about to undertake, of exams and > homework, the tension began to fade. Perhaps the rumours werenÂ’t true. But > then Miss Lecksi stopped and surveyed the class, a blunt, affected look in > her eyes. She spoke slowly and deliberately, as if there were some part of > her story that she couldnÂ’t quite reach, but which was the most important > part: > “The day after I finished my finals at university, my elderly proffessor, > for whose teaching I am eternally grateful, called me to his office. Once > there, he showed me this ” now she went over to a small shelf at the front > of the room, and pointed to a small box there in the middle on its own. It > looked old, but perfectly preserved, with a fine, rich green baize covering > offset with an ornate gold trim, and a tiny, delicate jewel-studded lock. > The classroom was silent. > “In this box,” her hand quavered above it, “lies the secret to all > mathematics, the key to its understanding, the essence of number. Nobody > knows for sure when it was made, but it has been passed down for aeons from > great mathematical mind to great mathematical mind,” she stared straight at > Clive “my proffessor gave it to me that day, itÂ’s the reason I went into > teaching. It has never been opened since itÂ’s creation, we can only guess > whatÂ’s inside.” So the rumours were true! The class immediately burst into a > flurry of questions, CliveÂ’s hand was one of the first in the air, but Miss > Lecksi batted them all away. “It remains here for inspirational purposes > only,” again her gaze turned to Clive, “and I have the only key.” She pulled > a thin metal key on a fine gold chain hanging from her neck and showed it to > the class. “Now.” she said, her voice returning to its more usual matronly > tones as she handed out a stack of battered textbooks, “Page one.” > > A few weeks later, at home, Clive was once again poring over Fermat, but his > attention kept returning to that box in Miss LecksiÂ’s classroom. He went to > bed early and immediately began to dream. He was in a windowless room, full > almost to the ceiling with tiny stainless steel ball bearings. Clive wasnÂ’t > sure how he had got there, but he knew that his task was to count the ball > bearings, he looked around him, it was an impossible task, he wasnÂ’t sure > how far down it was to the floor and where was he to put the balls he had > counted? They were all identical. He also had to lie flat on top of the > pile, if his weight wasnÂ’t evenly distributed then he would sink and surely > suffocate. He lay there for a few minutes, puzzling over the problem before > a solution came to him, as he counted each ball bearing he would swallow it. > Pleased at this idea Clive began methodically eating and counting the tiny > metal spheres, each one trickling cold and hard down his throat. This went > on for some time, until Clive began to feel quite ill, whenever he moved he > could hear and feel the balls rolling and clattering around in his stomach, > they wouldnÂ’t stay still. He didnÂ’t seem to have made any impact on the > amount of ball bearings in the room either, and he had counted more than > five thousand. Reasoning with himself, he knew there was no way out other > than to finish counting, so he wearily commenced the torture once more. > After twenty or so more ball bearings Clive suddenly began to feel a violent > pain in his stomach, a hundred times worse than his earlier discomfort, > horrified he felt the tiny balls stretching at his skin, almost breaking > through, he squirmed to try and somehow rid himself of this awful pain, but > as he did so the now paper thin skin of his stomach burst open, and hundreds > of ball bearings began to spill out. Clive reared up onto his knees with the > pain, and as he did so he began to rapidly sink into the balls, knowing > there was no way out Clive tried in vain to take one last gasp of air before > his head went under. He awoke gasping and sweating. It was just after eight > oÂ’clock, and the light was just beginning to fade outside. Clive gathered > his things and snuck downstairs and out of the front door. Now he could > breathe. He looked up at the cloudless sky, knowing it was fruitless to try > and count the stars. The moon was a sickly sliver of yellow light, waning, > waning. Sometime later he arrived at her house, checking the address was > right on a bit of paper. Finding it had been easier than heÂ’d imagined. He > correctly guessed that she would already be in bed, her front door had been > left open and he had padded up the stairs, his footsteps muffled by thick > carpet. Her room was deathly calm, there was a strange emptiness to it, the > walls stark and unpainted, and the only item of furniture was the small, > even child sized bed upon which she now lay. Clive crept up, so close that > he could hear her heavy breath, feel her movements, gently he pulled back > the bedsheet, the clasp glinted orange in the streetlight below, his hands > cringed from the sallow, pock marked skin of her neck and shoulders as he > carefully undid it and removed the chain. Pocketing it, he hastily left the > house, remembering not to shut the front door, so he could return the key as > easily as he had attained it. > > Brimming with excitement, Clive near sprinted to the school. But he must be > calm, he knew that, and he paused in front of the black, wrought iron school > gates to catch his breath. He crouched and forced his way through a small > gap in the fence used by savvy latecomers after the school decided to shut > its gates on the stroke of nine oÂ’clock. Clive made his way round to the > maths block, his heart doing a mile a minute in his chest. He knew the > caretaker lived on site, but there was no light from his window so Clive > figured he must be sleeping too. With that in mind, he snuck up to Miss > LecksiÂ’s door, and with a great deal of relief, he thought of the doddering > caretaker ambling through the coridoors, admonishing people for running in > the halls, though they were barely even at medium pace. Clive grinned. Even > if he did make enough noise to wake the caretaker, he would be long gone > before the old man had made it out of bed. Miss LecksiÂ’s classroom door was > mysteriously unlocked and as Clive pushed it open he couldnÂ’t help feeling > slightly uneasy. Miss Lecksi locked her classroom whenever she left it > during the day, and it was rumoured that even the cleaners werenÂ’t allowed > in at night, so it seemed odd that it would be left unguarded on this > particular evening, but Clive was not about to question his good luck, so he > soldiered on. Inside, the classroom was very different to CliveÂ’s daytime > experience of it, thereÂ’s something lost and sad about an empty classroom > and even in the dark Clive noticed scuff marks on the threadbare carpet that > he hadnÂ’t seen before. His head reeling, Clive made his way toward the box, > sizing it up. Not wanting to arouse suspicion he hadnÂ’t had a proper look at > it up close, even tried to ignore its presence where others deliberately > walked past it, near brushing against it on the way in and out of lessons. > Clive kept to the other side of the room and was never seen staring at the > box, though it permeated his every thought. And now, now he could see its > rococo gilding, the gleam of the gems around the lock, the work of a master > craftsman. Clive pulled the key from his pocket and sized it up against the > lock before pushing it in. It was a perfect fit, of course it was. He shut > his eyes as he turned the key in the lock and lifted the lid, his fingers > brushing the exquisite baize, even he who knew nothing of fabric could tell > that this was of the highest quality. When he opened his eyes he was taken > aback for a moment, and had to steady himself on the desk behind, he rubbed > his eyes violently with the heels of his hands until they watered, and > looked again. There was nothing in the box! His mind flooded with a million > questions, a million images, Fermat, Wiles, Pascal, Pythagoras! He reeled > back, clutching his head in trembling hands. And then he stopped with a slow > realisation that made his eyes burn and stood up straight. He strode > deliberately back to the box, the wood inside was rough and grainy, he ran > his fingers over itÂ’s untreated surface. “Of course!” he muttered to > himself, and only the worry of waking the caretaker stopped him from > shouting it out loud, he barely stifled a joyous burst of laughter. Of > course! He quickly closed the box, locking it tight and almost ran from the > room, from the school until he was back outside, panting and ecstatic. He > took his shoes off and felt the grass and the ground, hard and moist, > tickling under his feet. As he approached Miss LecksiÂ’s house, the first > light of dawn was beginning to rise and he heard the birds trilling and > chirping, saw the greenish glow of dawn just behind the horizon. He felt > tired and elated as he once again mounted the carpeted stairs. Inside her > bedroom, the light had changed everything and Clive saw there was a fine > balance to the décor, saw the subtle shades on the walls that he had not > picked up on before. He stopped a second. Now Clive once more approached the > bed, once more pulled back the bedclothes and began to replace the chain. > This time the skin felt soft and inviting, he let his hands linger there a > second. As he turned away a calm voice called out to him from behind, > “Wait.” > He looked back, and saw the new dawn light shining in her eyes, looking > straight at him. He moved towards her. She understood. > > ------------------------------------------------------------------------ > > Take care > - Kieran > > > _________________________________________________________________ > 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! +-+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From queencarrotflowers at xxx.com Thu Jul 11 04:28:14 2002 From: queencarrotflowers at xxx.com (morgan a) Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 20:28:14 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: hello hello Message-ID: <20020711032814.30473.qmail@web20308.mail.yahoo.com> hi, i'm a new girl who's been sitting around on the list for a while without the time or motivation to write anything...until now. my excuses for this are final exams and a trip to alaska - so i'm back in seattle after three weeks of learning about oil drilling in the arctic and watching herds of caribou and muskoxen wander through the wilderness, and i'm finally able to post a message: i'm not really sure how i discovered belle & sebastian, but they immediately rose to the status of "my favorite band" (err, except for the beatles). besides a few friends, most people seem to think i'm weird, because i listen to "some scottish band that they don't play on the radio..." (what they don't know is that b&s is played on the radio - non-profit, college radio (university of washington), not corporate-mainstream-shit radio.) anyway, i'm happy with the self-proclaimed label of "dork", which is the short-answer explanation of my music tastes for everyone who doesn't understand..."oh, you're a dork. that explains it," and they walk away singing "underneath your clothes..." or "what's luv..." i'm not sorry to say that i don't understand or appreciate rap. however, if anyone does, please, enlighten me. i'm happy to report that the u.s. made it through independence day without any attacks by scuba diving terrorists. whew, what a relief; i was worried for a second (i apologize for any undue sinicism, but the press and that genius president of ours have left me with no choice. as a side note: i realized today that i don't think of george w. as president, but rather as more of a mascot - representing the u.s., and serving no real purpose other than showing up at public and political events and giving pep talks...but enough of the negative side of things. i love kraft macaroni & cheese and jell-o pudding snax. yum. sorry...) b&s could almost be described as an addiction. something about the voice of stuart, the lyrics, the instrumentation, and the music as a whole compels me to listen over, and over, and over, and over again to the point where i lose my desire to be social and hole up in a corner with my diskman - there are few bands whose music i can loose myself in...maybe you know the feeling. between that, eating, sleeping, hunting for quality lps at half-price books, and crew, my summer is complete. now that you're sufficiently bored (not my goal, i assure you, but i have a feeling that may have been the result of slogging through this whole thing), i thank you for inspiring me with your own posts :) for now, morgan __________________________________________________ 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 ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Thu Jul 11 11:17:51 2002 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 11:17:51 +0100 Subject: Sinister: ohh, my head In-Reply-To: Message-ID: Yes, well... Ahem. Just a quick note to say that photos from the second how does it feel to be loved have been posted up on the site in glorious black and white. I know that the North London Sinister Masiiiive (TM) were there in full effect, so I thought you might like to see the pics. Take a look at http://www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk Now, where's my white robe... +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rjg at xxx.com Thu Jul 11 11:02:10 2002 From: rjg at xxx.com (richard john gillanders) Date: 11 Jul 2002 10:02:10 -0000 Subject: Sinister: time wounds all heels. Message-ID: <20020711100210.1435.qmail@toast.com> something including the word 'intolerance.' don't try to read it too much. or into it. too much. I trust you. for to make it not lots and lots of fun to read. but/and without having made any promises. --I'm certainly no more bohemian than I was. and not actually any more moravian. this is all I'll say about anything like that. I think I've decided. unless I'm invited to. or I'm able to deem it appropriate enough. ...AND YOU WILL KNOW US BY THE TRAIL OF THE NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD the people. they have moved here. but they're different. to how I had expected! no, not different to. but different! haha. people! some of them anyway. I heard there's one who will still come and who is still the same. I don't doubt it an awful lot. but I won't hold my breath: I would die. I AM happy that people have moved though and I'm happy with the ones that have [they are very nice] and although I think I may still allow myself to be sad sometimes, well, it won't have to be around them [I try not to be a party-pooper] and I can still let myself get angry too but it's unlikely it'll be with them and I will talk no more of emotion. ever. today. MAD MAX BYGRAVES I went to see belle & sebastian too. on a thursday. it was really, really a lot of good fun. I think I really enjoyed it. if I stop for a moment. I got hugged beforehand as well. I DO like hugs. I guess I must just pretend that I might not. but I don't pretend so much that I would make a sort of repulsed-looking face when faced with the prospect of ME GETTING HUGGED. yeah. I like hugs as much as any other: I am human too. well, neil robertson. isn't HE a NICE guy? HEY. I wouldn't say something like that if I didn't mean it; I say something like that since it really, really seems to be the case. I don't expect any favours from him in the future. nice fella. caitlin pigface. I mean TAILS. and yet...hm...I'd always choose heads. for simplicity. and like...something else. CAITLIN PIGTAILS: he's got him a movie. he wants us to know. [that was a while ago now but I don't care enough to not have typed it now]. he said to me that I looked serious a lot of the time. this was at the concert. and I think he said some nice things about me in the past. I won't rake them up. though. it's funny that people say nice things to you and you can only ever say things in return that are completely interpretable as not-nice. actually it isn't too funny, really. and it isn't you, either. I should get better at receiving compliments [IT'D MAKE MY DAY-TO-DAY LIFE A WHOLE LOT EASIER, I'll tell ya]. actually. I think I want to get better at complimenting. or complying. or cementing. or, BUBBA, people'll just think I'm rude. I DO look serious sometimes. a lot of the sometimes. I take enjoying myself very, very seriously. play hard...play smart. but it. HAHA. it isn't no! HAHA. juicy lucy had not included me in her people-that-were-there list from that concert a while ago. she apologised to me too. I waved a hand, like: "p'shaw." like, y'know. later at the bar she did a great underworld impression. and I ain't talkin' no al capone. I just sorta wisht lucy had included me then and that david moore had done an impression like hers. but I'm thankful for small mercies. +she remember'd me this time around. but I WAS conspicuously absent from other people's people-being-out-together listings. conspicuous only to myself, perhaps. some people get upset about things like that. I did type 'upest' at first. freudian typo. I, however, can't really get upset since: I only ever wanted mentioned by david moore anyway. the carsmile did some hideously belated Reporting Back. but. let's face it, at least he did some Reporting Back. with it he said "LLPJ with Monica, as it should be ;)" I could try to agree with that. if only I had ever seen it suchly. why, oh why do they never ever have monica join them onstage for glasgow gigs? I swear... especially when I'm drunk. +sometimes I make blinded statements of non-truth. usually about nothing important. simply situations. I met a boy called michael since the concert too. despite all his energeticness. he seems genuinely nice. I hate these people that are ingenuine in their niceness. or in their unniceness. well: he knows who is in control. although he's pretending not to. but we both know it's pretense. and I don't mind that at all. I'll say nothing of the post. but. AC/DC? then. paranoid? I had thought that was a black sabbath. but wait a minute! it actually wasn't michael grant!! what WUZ I thinking? something else. it was paul healy! thanks. I know you think we're crazy. but I think I know you think you're crazy too. so. okay. CAT STEVENS ON A HOT TIN ROOF and. mark casarotto was in glasgow for a weekend. there were lots for turning out for to see him on friday night too. it was fun in a little room. doesn't happen often enough. like that. I didn't say too many things to him but I only have myself to blame. I wished we had been on the same football team too. that way I coulda tried tussling wit' him. without having much to lose. I didn't hear him talking in that which most seem to agree to consider the most important/interesting topic of the day. I musta been elsewhere pretending to listen about prosthetic BALLS [like, I did hear] and [not entirely associated] daniel's reasoning for the elimination of cancer. but, I'm not sure. shame no-one [not peter, I've learned] talked of the football from this weekend at any great length. it was a magnificent show that those watching didn't really appreciate. there'll be more football in glasgow soon too! there is some football there already but. germany back to australia. the way it should be. but for how long? I don't suppose it matters really. I don't even know where australia is. and I'm not too sure where...whatever that other place is...is. GEA missed out on that concert. went to visit some victims of snowblindness or something instead. charitable she is. I will take care to enter a number for her sometime soon. and she has even more pieces of metal than before. I had thought that wouldn't have been very possible but. thinking about it: she does seem to have some sort of magnetism about her. she just has to watch what/who it is she's attracting. +where's ian nicolson when you need him? decorating. it seems. maybe I'll have an opportunity to see the fruits of his labour sometime. I will talk not of his loins. although, he may have been inspired by george square. unfortunately orange doesn't go with everything. he needs his 'the seventh seal' back and I miss him, if he's reading this: I'LL BE IN TOUCH AS SOON AS I ACTUALLY AM. squares. once I was in a big ol' square somewhere! and, like, I found myself on the phone to someone else and what they had said was "I'll send someone. meet them under the famous clock." and I, of course, immediately thought of london. but not because of a clock. I think I was actually thinking of ondon. you betcha. of which to talk: mister cook. he wrote a top ten list I really liked a while ago that I thought maybe I wasn't going to have seen. but I read it again lately and it wasn't how I recalled it. there were still ten in the top. I don't know! he professes some but it seems he ain't no professor. not in his chosen field anyhow. birthplace? and he tells ME to close the door! and I tell him: only if he gets off the table. mandee light is coming for me finally. the purpose of her trip wasn't so obvious. let me reveal. she is on her way in order to try to sign me up to star in a picture entitled 'mister wright: the early years.' no, I'm not sure. I haven't seen the screenplay yet. but SERIOUSLY. not on her way for me. not actually. but. to near me. I'm excited by her decision not to just stay at where she's going but to go to another place where we are. where I am too. she might even shake my hand. or her fist. I wish she could have had a travelling companion from near her origin as well. but. ALAS. [I read SOMETHING ELSE from before too that made me have a reason to wish I WAS a girl]. [but, HEE-HEE, come to think about it: I'm quite glad I'm not!!]. <-I don't even know. dimitra's coming too. AGAIN. she already has come? she's here now? AGAIN. well, it's not like I'm bored or anything. well, not REALLY. [you needn't ask what [any of] this means as it obviously doesn't mean anything at all]. SEE YOU SOON DIMITRA! XXXXXXX and this is where it just breaks down [sorry]: I ain't got the moves again I'll indulge myself in not minding. but sometimes I really think I could do better with having the moves. and two stories. perceived I wish I could be/feel as big and clever as I used to be/do. do/be. although. some people say I have gotten bigger. and I'm beginning to doubt. that I'm not. bigger. or. that I'm nought. I have no reason to lie. even if I switched that around a bit. I still have no reason. do-be-do. we can work out all the inversely-proportional relationships we like but will we really discover anything new?? yes: mathematics is only of use when you're able to use it properly. [this is what I hinted at above but not clearly enough]. it'll be saturday soon. all of you LOT who are in glasgow or can get to glasgow should either stay there or go there and attend the winchester club at woodside social club and allow yourself to listen to and even see aerospace [they ARE swedish] and christopher leonard [hehe, he ain't] as they are playing live music and then, afterwards, you can let yourself listen to [and even dance with, if that's your bag] some nicely selected recordings. I'll definitely be going as the people who run it seem to like destiny's child even more than I do. maybe twice as much. SO! it seems this is now just a list. and it shouldn't be. I mean this, though. received neuralgia just ain't what it used to be. I wanted to type something about choice here but it's too similar to something I already typed. all of this has no basis! I'm completely unsure of my basis. and only rather unsure of my bases. except when sarah's flatmate's room's free. thanks to lucy and to gavin for some stolen lines. deceived time has passed. time is past. UGH. something else with 'intolerance.' and then 'even if it kills me.' all of this-1.52%. <-the actual figure. [not sure]. loved, richard. __________________________________________ Join http://www.toast.com today for your own free, flash-based webmail! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From craig at xxx.uk Thu Jul 11 15:36:33 2002 From: craig at xxx.uk (Craig Morrison) Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 15:36:33 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Son of Evil Reindeer Message-ID: D'you think the cover of the new Reindeer Section CD's a bit rude? My girlfriend won't let me keep it in the kitchen because she says there's a vagina on it, or half a vagina to be precise, just visible on the right hand side. Can this be confirmed (not in The Church of Rome I expect)? I don't really like using the word vagina, especially not in writing. That's probably why I don't post much: because I pepper my email's with vaginas. It's better that though than peppering vaginas - which probably explains why they should be kept out of the kitchen. Very bad taste (peppered vaginas, that is). Very off message. Very contrite. Very best wishes. Craig Morrison > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister > +-+ "hey nonny nonny" - stuart david, looper +-+ > +-+ "Isobelle Campbell to Lose Virginity Live on Net" - New Media Age July 2002 +-+ > +-+ 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 applekins at xxx.com Fri Jul 12 07:36:41 2002 From: applekins at xxx.com (amy longcore) Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 02:36:41 -0400 Subject: Sinister: that lightning bolt was mine Message-ID: today at work, i walked by a wooden palette holding some large industrial equipment. i just happened to notice that the letters "PLY" were written in bold black permanent marker at the bottom of said palette. no doubt referring to plywood. how boring. what i decided i should do is get my bold red parmanent marker out of my pocket and place a symbolic and stately "A" between the "L" and the "Y". so, i did it. this is what i'm promoting right now. play. PLAY. i don't get enough of it. *** i am going to play next week for sure. i'm going to be seeing blondie. this can only mean a major frolicking good time. spirits will be high. friends will laugh and dance. that's always a good thing. i can't stop listening to "there's too much love" today. it's sweeping me away. i sang it to myself at work, trying to daydream when i didn't have a chance to peek my nose back into my book. i thought of how happy i was in detroit, hearing that song live. i think it made my heart boom lots, i can't quite get that feeling back. would sure like to. i wish i could be one of those sini posters who's full of informative information heard from informative people. i hadn't written you all in awhile. isn't it odd, that guilty feeling that comes over you when you haven't posted to sini for a month or so? i can't decide what it is that keeps me from it. you sign on, post your life's story for awhile, then fade into the back. i'll go in phases with you, i think. i already love our little recipe collectors' club, and we haven't even had our first sharings yet. i think i'm going to go get my ideas for submission together now, so when the magical sini wooden spoon looks my way, i'll be ready. i've been on a health kick. i'm getting smaller and bigger. muscles are cool. they feel good and sturdy. i have a new balance. i'm getting the royal Ts dvd tomorrow. it'll be nice to come home to. hmmm. this is the spot where i SPAM. but, only 'cuz i've made a decision to take care of this differently than i originally had in mind. here's the deal. i got a bunch of my records together and decided to sell them. yeah. i took pictures of some even, ready to put them up on ebay. but i was talking to the sweet nicola the other night about them, and he was interested in some of them. so, i'm pretty much just selling them at costish to good people. i'd like to give, but i'm saving for a new car. i'd trade for some things, but i can't imagine what right now. so, if you have a craving for stereolab, petula clark, dusty springfield, the clash..there's more.. basically, if you are a vinyl freak, let me know, and i'll get a list together for anyone who might be interested. howard shady, you haven't been the only one in hiding. gosh. have any of you ever gotten a casual phone call from your mother in the middle of the night? i just did. it interrupted my writing you. when she calls in the night, i always assume someone's dead, but i'm easily settled when i hear her giggle my childhood nickname, "hi snorkybear". she called her nightowl daughter to inform her that she bought her lovely shampoos and conditioners. what a good mum. big ups to mom post. gotta love it. i haven't had a chance to talk with madeleine mcfeel in some time. i miss her. i miss you, mad. a cute boy was supposed to call me, but he hasn't yet. this does nothing for a girls' confidence. but, maybe i did nothing for his when i slipped my arm around his waist during a half-drunken moment, then pulled it away, exclaiming, "i don't know why i just did that!?" i was feeling shy, i come off the wrong way. i'll just keep hiding, i guess. ok, that's enough. love and stuff, amy *** for those with a mark c inclined mind, please know i'm not reffering to SEX when i say PLAY. thank you, and goodnight. oh! p.s. 2 gold stars will go out to the first person who can tell me where i got my title for this post. the line struck me as i was peeking my nose in that book at work today... _________________________________________________________________ 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 Jul 12 10:47:29 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 10:47:29 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Customers Are Taking Too Many Free Napkins Message-ID: <20020712104729.B29484@candle.btinternet.com> Sometimes, you just sit and stare at your screen and you don't know what to type. You don't know what you should do, and you end up looking for distraction. I'm not talking about posting to Sinister. I'm talking about work. I fluked my way into a small job at a small company -- called S&M Ltd -- and I have no idea how to do it. I impressed the boss at first by whipping up a couple of programs on demand, and fixing a few problems that had been puzzling him for months. But now that's over I have to get into the real work, and I'm stuck. I just don't have any clue. The code I'm supposed to be editing is just one big hairball of 6437592 different files with no manuals or instructions, and I'm out of my depth and drowning. For fuck's sake, all it does is sell insect repellent. Over the Shiny New Interweb. Oh, and bagpipes. And jewellery. And scale models of distillery equipment. As it happens, though, I'm on holiday at the moment. The boss wanted to go away for the weekend (to go to a party and pester TV producers with game show proposals), so S&M Ltd has shut down for a few days. I hope none of the computers fall over whilst I'm gone. I have to keep logging in every few minutes to check the site is still online, the mail server isn't overflowing, and orders for insect-repellant aren't disappearing into hyperspace. When I get home I'm dog-tired. I sit in bed and can't sleep, because too many things are on my mind. When I'm at work I sit pretending to work and looking out at the hills and the garden, and I dream of things. I know I've not been at my best lately, because I've been dreaming of the ocean again. I dream of going to a beautiful beach up in the north-west somewhere, looking out into the Atlantic. I dream of getting into the water and starting to swim, aiming for the horizon, heading west and swimming until I pass over the edge of this world and into the next one. I know none of you reading this actually think I'd ever do it. None of you think I'm being serious. At night, though, or in the office, I think I'm serious. There's nothing to stop me. I have no family, not that I still see. Noone would care if I left. Noone would notice. I *am* going to do it eventually; it just might take time. See, you think you have friends who will support you, you think they're one of your best friends, but one day you turn round and you realise that for months they've been telling you that they don't care any more. They've been telling you for months and you were just too dumb to realise. When it gets to that point, you may as well start swimming. The Isle of Avalon lies somewhere out in the western ocean. The mythical apple-orchard of paradise. I want to try and find it. love love love caitlin -- "When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position." - Matthew Henderson, on the Sinister mailing list. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Jul 12 15:46:53 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 15:46:53 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: FUN in LUNDUN Message-ID: <20020712144653.10761.qmail@web10408.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Sinister! Just a reminder this time to everyone who may want to come to the LONDON PICNIC being held tomorrow, 2pm onwards, on top of Primrose Hill (or, if raining, in the Spread Eagle pub on Parkway in Camden). Newcomers are extremely welcome indeed, especially those with children :) We tend to congregate within about 20 yards of the summit of Primrose Hill, though a lot of people don't get there immediately on time, ahem. Oh, and can someone bring a football? Ta! After the picnic (and no doubt an adjournment to the pub), everyone is cordially invited to STRANGE FRUIT, a rather smashing club Upstairs at the Garage in Islington. I'll be doing a little DJing, but you can just cover your ears until I've finished and then have a good time. I've arranged a £3 entry fee for Sinisterines, so it's not even dear. See, you HAVE to come. It just remains for me to mention http://www.joannou.net/biondino in case anyone thinks me writing a weblog is a good idea at all. Feel free to leave comments :) Hasta banana, 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 megatherion5 at xxx.com Fri Jul 12 18:23:41 2002 From: megatherion5 at xxx.com (Jason McKinnon) Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 10:23:41 -0700 Subject: Sinister: He thrusts his fists against the ghosts and still insists he sees the posts... Message-ID: "The reports of my death has been greatly under-publicised. The tabloids has been curiously silent. Why bother bother faking one's death if no one notices?" Ermm....Oh, You're here...who let you in? Well, no matter, now the damage is done...just sit down and listen. You are good at listening, aren't you Sinister One? California is an odd place...one filled with all manner of uneven events. >From L.A. Cops investigations, to SF Pot decriminalization. I stare at this place in awe and some measure of horror. This SF, CA, USA. We have zip codes here, ya know...(like 90210). Mine's 94107...a slight bit of Barbary Coast heaven called Potrero Hill. The only goats here are getting long in the tooth, and short on the truth. So, I have this apartment/flat/humble abode...it looks upon the Mission District and the Twin Peaks beyond garishly adorned by a giant out dated antennae that we affectionately call "God's Roach-Clip". It's a bit ridiculous cause everyone know that God smokes a bong...jeez! As you can imagine I spend a good deal of time looking out the windows...and cleaning wood flooring. Murphy's wax and playing jacks on shiny well-kept floors...somehow It's easier to stay indoors....in my castle where I am despot. Staring down the long corridor of days, I am dumb with something intangible...a general lethargy. A buzzing of flies around my head always keeping me from concentrating. A faint notion that the cosmology I have built is working for me no longer (or was it ever?). I found this supplement called 5-HTP...I took the happy pill on accident one day. Made from some African plant and it took some of the flies away...but I think it's just placebo. It hovers, that cloud of confusion...and I beat it back with reason. Sometimes I do. You see, I write you when the buzzing stops....just long enough to type a short missive from Interzone..(i mean) California. And try to bridge the gap that exists between my brain and the world. Sometimes it takes all I can do to convince myself that the bridge exists...to make it substantial by sheer will. But mostly, I sit and watch the fog engulf the sun and the night cold creep through my window...and the time ticking tocking. And dream of denser days. The Pickle Prince P.S. Gordon scares me no more than looking into any other Mirror. It's difficult to grasp the profundities of self-reflection..but I feel it's much easier and more penetrating when filtered through someone else's experience. IS THAT WHAT SCARES YOU? _________________________________________________________________ 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 currentfav at xxx.com Sat Jul 13 06:58:42 2002 From: currentfav at xxx.com (andrew andrew) Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 22:58:42 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: todo in nyc Message-ID: <20020713055842.18579.qmail@web20512.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Sinister brats, i was wondering if any of you NYC kids would like to offer some advice for a group of us from toronto that will be in your fair town next weekend for the siren fest. I'd like a sinister perspective on where to go out, to shop for records and clothes, etc. thanks a lot, andrew __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Autos - Get free new car price quotes http://autos.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 Jul 13 20:51:03 2002 From: littleblackfox at xxx.com (Jules Markham) Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 19:51:03 +0000 Subject: Sinister: UK listees: Help needed in Leeds next weekend Message-ID: Hi, I'm not Jules, I'm just using her email account. I'm Mike, her lesser half. Anyway, my friend and I are going to indiepop festival gojonnygogogogo next weekend (20th & 21st) in Leeds and I was wondering if anyone has a floor I could sleep on? Preferably one that is indoors. Our current plan is to sleep in a park, but we feel we'll enjoy the Sunday shows more if we've slept indoors. You wouldn't notice us, we'd come in around 12.30am/1am on Saturday night and get up at 8am Sunday and head off to find a breakfast outlet. Hope someone can help us out. Cheers in advance if you can. We're very nice, by the way. Details of the event can be found at thisisindie.com Love, Mikey x _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From benapps at xxx.com Mon Jul 15 00:40:27 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 00:40:27 +0100 Subject: Sinister: In the summer all the workers head out for the sandy beach Message-ID: Good day to you Ladies and Gentlemen. And Ken. I am happy to announce the details of a Sinister knees-up in Southern California on Saturday the 27th of July. And just to avoid any confusion, no, a knees up isn't a sexual position as a housemate of mine once mistakenly assumed ;-) The Venue: Santa Monica Palisades Park. Meeting point: under the sign on the entrance to the pier. Here: http://www.geocities.com/SiliconValley/Lakes/1674/pierlive.html The Time: 3pm I will be your picnic daddy but the real boss will be Rachel Fruitloop. She reliably informs me that the park has nice green grass and shady palm trees, a CAMERA OBSCURA! and a municipal pool for all your junior life-saving needs. Plus there's lots of fun fayre on the pier and the beach so we can show off our perfectly toned and bronzed bodies. Bring food, bring drink, bring conversation, music and laughter. But most of all bring yourselves...and each other. I've probably forgotten something important. So if you want to come or think of something I missed send me or Rachel an email blind_lisa at yahoo.com . I'm really really excited and looking forward to meeting all the boys and girls in da 'hood! Over and Out Ben Bapps 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 pykachu100 at xxx.com Mon Jul 15 03:31:29 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 02:31:29 +0000 Subject: Sinister: If you're feeling hungover Message-ID: What's happening dudes, There has been much frolics in the past few days by the London Sinister Squadrons, but precious little reporting back. It's actually a delibrate ploy that we want to hide all the gossips from you. Or in my case (and a few other people's) can't remember a bloody thing cos I was ratarsed. The main jizz of it though was that a lot of people came, and had fun with some singing and dancing on Friday, some football and badminton and beachball semi-deflation and rope skipping and dancing on Saturday and some bowling and bowling lane fixing on Sunday! With a sensible and moderate amount of drinking in the mix of things. A rough count of people revealed that about 29 people turned up for the picnic, therefore I won't try and name everyone. Strange Fruits was oddly great, as usual, apart from the bit when they started playing some really depressing music that only girls listen to. Archel was pulled by a bouncer. Oh and Liz and Sarah were our wonderful Sinister Master Bakers of the picnic, a little slower off the Mark, it actually took them a few hours, but the stuff they made at the end were "properly nice" according to the surprised boy G. Badminton rally record was 7(?) hits.. and the record for "single dutch"** was 3(?) jumps, with 4 jumpers. Now for something completely different. Has anyone ever read the very very small prints on the back of the "If you're feeling sinister" CD? You know? The bit that had .".Sarah Martin is our new member for this record.". at the start? If you read it carefully, later on it thanks a whole load of other people, to quote; "A lot of other people helped us in a friendly fashion, and we really ought to thank them. They are in order of rudeness starting with the most foul-mouthed. Mick Cook, Tony Doogan, Mark Jones, Vanessa Sanders, Geoff Allen, Clara MacLaverty, Laura Molloy, Karen Glover ............ Neil Robertson! ..." Fuck me with a cunt! I dread to think how foul-mouthed Mick Cook is. Arse and Red Bulls Ken * delete inappropriate punctuations around quotation marks as appropriate ** single dutch = half a double dutch? _________________________________________________________________ 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 mark.hester at xxx.com Mon Jul 15 12:58:34 2002 From: mark.hester at xxx.com (Mark Hester) Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 11:58:34 0 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: the odour of hospital food takes a long time to pass you by Message-ID: <20020715115836.24369.h027.c000.wm@mail.nme.com.criticalpath.net> As it happened I didn't actually have any. I escaped just in time. Sorry Bappsy, can't make it to the Santa Monica Palisades Park...slight problem of being in the wrong continent and all. I'm sure it'll be grebt tho. I wasn't able to make it to the London shehanigans on account of somebody, to paraphrase "Levi Stubbs' Tears", leaving a hole in my body where no hole should be. Don't worry, it wasn't some knifeman in a darkened alley committing a heinous act, but rather a kindly antipodean surgeon, whose only words of advice were that I should avoid KFC after my appendectomy, something which I think I can manage without too many problems. It so happened that they were introducing a scheme in the hospital to give every patient a plasma-screen tv, but unfortunately, they came online the day after I left, so I had to content myself with a "not in service" sign on a pleasant aquamarine background. And now I have a nice scar to show people..mmm..mmm. One thing I have been trying to do during my convalescence is go onto chat, but whenever I do I find that I'm the only person there (sob!) so I wonder what the peak time is for such activities. Another thing is practicing the piano. It's been in the house for a couple of months now and I have never had a piano lesson in my life, so it's not the easiest thing in the world to accomplish, but I thought I'd better while I've got time on my hands. It's certainly better than what I was doing last week, which was playing the ancient computer game Lemmings which my girlfriend recently purchased on CD-ROM. There's only so much bridging, tunnelling and pick-axing a boy can take. Ken reminded us: They are in order of rudeness starting with the most foul-mouthed. Mick Cook ah yes, but that's Mick COOK. Mick COOKE is always most polite. 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WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rob_brennan at xxx.uk Mon Jul 15 14:26:55 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 14:26:55 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: reporting back, swearing off Message-ID: <20020715132655.98897.qmail@web10507.mail.yahoo.com> Hello. A picnic happened on Saturday. Jolly nice it was too since various B&S-loving pagan weather gods got together to make it a bluddy glorious day for an all-out indie assault on Primrose Hill. Lots of people came, much wine was drunk, cakes and scones and biscuits (courtesy of Liz and SGS) were greedily consumed. Picnic mummy Mark did a grand job of keeping us all under control when some inflatable Muji ball antics threatened to get out of hand and interfere with the neighbouring picnic - ROCK AND/OR ROLL! Traditional sporting events ensued. Those of us who eschew the way of the football were entertained by some hot badminton action (courtesy of Archel) and the violent death of several shuttlecocks. Cassarole & Daplyn's controlled high-power rallying contrasted favourably against my flail-wildly-in-the-vague-direction-of-any-sudden-movement tactic. Strange Fruit happened that evening. It was GRATE although like Ken's, my memories are pretty vague apart from a hazy recollection of dancing to Roxy Music as though my life depended on it. Yay! Endless waiting for night buses, sleep, hangover then BOWLING!! In marked contrast to the last event, I wasn't too crap. Must bowl under the influence of ibuprofen more often. MAD PROPS to Mark for mummying and DJing, Liz for bed, toast and painkillers and Ken for bowling-mummying. [][][][][][] Ken mentioned the potty-mouth hit parade on the back of IYFS. Maybe Mick and the Gaffer-in-Chief could have a competition to show off their cussing chops right here on the list and let the whole of Sinister decide who is the sweariest of all? Hmm? Fuck this shit Robster __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From esme at xxx.com Mon Jul 15 16:05:02 2002 From: esme at xxx.com (ee fumblings) Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 16:05:02 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: haikus revealed // weeks twentyseven // two thousand and two Message-ID: Well, no matter, now the damage is done...just sit down and listen. The plan is that this will MAKE LEARNING FUN. I'll let you know if it works. Go shopping for red knickers now! Five years, blimey. That's a lot of posts. The songs included some Storytelling tracks and they worked really well. A great Icelandic band called The Leaves opened the gig and did it well. Hey Gummi, I saw a great band last night, I think they were called Slowblow. Just had an email from a friend recommending Kippi Kaninus. I dragged him along though, and needless to say he was very impressed. Eh? Security Guy: They are a band. There are more than two of them. Oh, I know what I mean! Welcome aboard Reggie and other 'newbies'. One in Newcastle next week and one in Leeds the week after. Yikes. Why I didn't think that would apply to "indy" music I don't know. It's even better than Spider-Man (well, it has more depth, anyway). If you fancy tall boys with dark hair, I should be right up your alley. GIVE YOUR WOMAN MORE PLEASURE! i'm NOT kidding. no. i don't have penis. Clive noticed scuff marks on the threadbare carpet that he hadn't seen before. I don't doubt it an awful lot. but I won't hold my breath: I would die. I am human too. well, neil robertson. isn't HE a NICE guy? HEY. I could be/feel as big and clever as I used to be/do. do/be. Sometimes, you just sit and stare at your screen and you don't know what to type. I got ill again this week; it keep happening. Moon River and me. But now that's over I have to get into the real work, and I'm stuck. I sit in bed and can't sleep, because too many things are on my mind. The only goats here are getting long in the tooth, and short on the truth. It's easier to stay indoors....in my castle where I am despot. It hovers, that cloud of confusion...and I beat it back with reason. // ee // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From msdanalleakage at xxx.com Mon Jul 15 21:05:02 2002 From: msdanalleakage at xxx.com (molly due) Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 13:05:02 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: pee Message-ID: <20020715200502.19344.qmail@web40201.mail.yahoo.com> hello sinister, i'd first like to say thanks to all the people you've contacted me and made me feel at home. you rule. it has been pointed out to you all that analleakage is in my e-mail address. yes it's true i do like potty humor and am fascinated with bodily functions. i hope i didn't offend anyone, but then again you all are a bit of a dirty lot, right? speaking of bodily functions i had an interesting/traumatizing experience last Friday. I was on the porch of my friends house who lives on the ground floor of a busy street where all the sophisticated people of the city hang out or something. anyway the porch is surrounded by bushes. you have to be standing to see over the bushes but if you are sitting you can see the bottom halves of people through the branches/trunks/whatever of the bushes. so i'm sitting and i'm facing the side of the porch when all of the sudden i see a dick being whipped out. it's quite surprising and at first i think it is my brother. this is because the guy with his dick out had the same color clothes as my brother, my brother is on the way over, and he is known to pee wherever the fancy takes him. a second later i realize it's not my brother and therefore i am free to check out the goods.(nothing special) the guy hears some snickering but does not stop urinating. i guess some people have no shame or else he didn't realize we had a clear view of his penis. anyway it was a potentially traumatizing experience that turned into a simple silly occurence. well, that's all for now. talk to you soon -molly now for some list abuse: I will be in NYC from August 3 to August 10. I have to turn in my visa application and a bunch of other crap in person because i ran out of time to mail it. oh well, vacation time. so if anyone in the NEW YORK CITY AREA would like to have some beers with me sometime let me know. also myself and my travel companion are considering going to BOSTON for a short two day trip. if anyone in BOSTON wants to meet a super cool person and her okay friend and possibly let them sleep on their floor for one night it would be much appreciated. one of my best friends somehow talked his way into going on tour playing in a friend's band. they already played the states and are now going to europe. i am incredibly jealous, so i begrudgingly give you this link which has the tour dates and venues. check 'em out if you have nothing better to do. here's the link: www.dirtyloop.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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 Mon Jul 15 23:52:30 2002 From: mary_goodshoes at xxx.com (Miss Marianna Longmire) Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 23:52:30 +0100 Subject: Sinister: "Be true to yourself. And look good while you're at it." Message-ID: Yes, Strange Fruit was rather good wasn't it? The bands were so-so, but grow me a monobrow and call me Olaf if the Strange Fruit posse didn't pull out all the stops on throwing, quite possibly, the BEST club night of the year. Personal highlights. . The uber bi-atchy door bitches. A position I aspire to attain. . Miss Sarah Garrett Sonner's impeccable dancing arm movements. . Mr Greg Pallis sporting an 80s-esque collar worthy of Jacque Lu Cont. . Bootlegs galore . An unfaultable play list from the DJ of Genius - Pulp, Baxendale, Fischerspooner, Le Tigre. And of course, Mr Mark Casarotto kindly played Chicks on Speed's "Glamour Girl" for me. Swoon. I love "Glamour Girl". I love the fact it's a perfect six minute slice of euro clash nonsense. I love the fact it's sung by mentalists sporting paper dresses held together with gaffa tape. I love the fact the opening and closing samples are vocal stabs from Take That. And I adore the fact that the Chicks didn't even know it. MISS MARIANNA: "Glamour Girls" is great. Two of my favourite, diametrically opposed bands combined on one record. Any particular reason for choosing Take That as your opening and closing samples? CHICK M: What? Oh my god! Oh no, I didn't know that! CHICK K: CHICK A: That's so funny, that's so cool. We made that with Punk Anderson and I always assumed that was him. Chicks on Speed are, quite simply, the tits. They were one of the first bands to make me throw off my indie shackles and re-discover the joys of frivolous glamour and hipster superficiality. It was because of them I bleached my hair. It was because of them I bought killer high heel boots and it was because of them that I wrapped loose scraps of material around my body and secured it with staples and ribbons so I could wear DIY fashion to parties. The Chicks changed my world. Not since falling in love with Edward Furlong had I deliberately changed my style to echo that of my idols*. It was all nonsense of course, but somehow everything seemed terribly important again. I was so excited by music again that certain tracks made me physically ill. They were that good. So I went back to playing piano and quit frequenting the Grosvenor to see who else had thrown a three-piece together. And I held lounge room discos in my apartment, and I was utterly, utterly content with the world and my place in it. D.I.G.R.E.S.S.I.O.N.S. Big, fat, blubbery apologies. What was I doing? Attempting some sort of ramshackle reporting back post to support the theories of Ken and Rob that fun was had. Right then. Other London Sinister gatherings of note: Sarah Garrett Sonner, Ken Chu, Liz Daplyn, Mark Casarotto and I formed a team to battle the wit of a certain celebrity crush of mine through the medium of a pub quiz. Our table was the amusingly titled Rah, Rah Rasputeenz. We did rather well, score wise. Crush wise, I made do with a grand entrance followed by intense eye contact. The seeds have been planted. mua ha ha. Another evening saw the aforementioned joined by Stevie Trousers, Sunnyset, Rachel London, Dimitra and Stefano for some karaoke warbling at the King of Corsica. There were pints of bitter for £1. ONE POUND! Not surprisingly, we were all suitably inebriated yet still, the Sinister Massiiiiive were superb in their respective performances; Casarotto in fine falsetto form as he stormed through "Baby One More Time", Rachel plural doing "Back for Good", Stefano singing "What I Am", Liz out-simmering Ms Ellis Bextor in Spiller glory, Ken storming through "Brown Eyed Girl" and then there was Stevie, out-rocking us all with "I love Rock 'n Roll". Later, soiree at Rachel London's for drinks, tunes and dare-devil hanging out of windows. Kick Ass. There was picnicking. And bowling too. But others should really expound on these. xx Miss Marianna Longmire * I grew my fringe out to match his coiffeur in Terminator 2. Somehow, I thought that if I had the same hairstyle as the spunky Master Furlong, I would be a shoe-in for his wife. I was 12. It made sense at the 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 paularathoon at xxx.com Tue Jul 16 00:54:06 2002 From: paularathoon at xxx.com (Paul Arathoon) Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 00:54:06 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Reporting back. from the top of Primrose hill.still. Message-ID: So I appear to have been at the picnic. It was hot. I played football, scoring 2 before suffering from heavy trousers syndrome in the second half. There was some badminton. I forgot everyone's names and didn't really say hello to many of the (seeming) hundreds who were there. which is why there are probably a lot of people wondering 'who the fuck were you?'. I was called Paul and I can't remember what i was wearing. What impressed me most were the people next to us who had food from Harrod's Food Hall. That is clearly the way forward in terms of picnicing. And that inflatable ball which threatened to run amock. I do remember Mark C though because he Dj'd and said hello to me, and the ubiquitous Ken and a couple more Pauls and Asm. And Greg who was much maligned for coming straight from the set of his latest 80's Bratpack movie. Still, his moves on the football pitch were more reminiscent of 70's Brazil. I wished I had a pair of portable record players (which I will have soon) so I could have provided a soundtrack. Given the heat however, the vinyl might have started to flop so perhaps it is a good thing I didn't. i then went all the way home and back (not an inconsiderable distance) to change clothes and shower and stuff before going to Strange fruit. Everyone who had been at the picnic was (almost literally) glowing. The bands..well Cherry orchard sounded like a less charismatic, slight stale, Style Council. I believe I was probably at Oval on the Northern Line when Easter played so I won't comment. And I danced a bit to some great records. And then it was hometime. paul p.s. next time someone should take the responsibility for bringing at least three corkscrews. _________________________________________________________________ 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 theres_too_much_love at xxx.com Tue Jul 16 01:47:22 2002 From: theres_too_much_love at xxx.com (michael grant) Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 00:47:22 +0000 Subject: Sinister: unrequited love follows me around Message-ID: how i feel: i *love* him. i feel this emptiness inside because im not with him all the time, just in my chest, quite central, just where the ribcage seperates. it's like a void, pulling every part of me into it. and it doesnt go when im with him. he does make me happy, but it hurts like fuck to be with him, but not *with* him. what i want: i want him to feel the same, for him to love me, and not in the way i already know he does. in the 'true love stars' way. i want him to *love* me. i want to hold him. i want to wake up next to him. i want him to be the first thing i see in the morning, every morning. i want to fall asleep in his arms. i want him to fall asleep in mine. i want to watch him as he sleeps. i want him to be happy. i think about him all the time. i see him when he's not there. i always think that that's him walking across the road, or his voice i hear on the tv. i can't get him out of my head. his love is all i think about. but i'm pretty sure he doesn't. feel the same. i'm pretty sure he knows what i shall be telling him tomorrow. and i'm pretty sure i know what he will say. he'll say he loves me, but not like that. and it's killing me. but i have to say it. i have to make him know exactly how i feel. so he isn't left with some random drunken shouty emotion i hurled at him last week. i have to articulate what i feel. how i feel. i blame her. i had to run into her at the weekend. unrequited love follows me around. i know it. it dangles happiness in front of my face like a carrot, and then, just when im counting my chickens, it slams the door in my face. it's just that my heart is on the other side. and i'm fucked. about a year ago it was her turn, and now when someone else is getting their chance, she comes along to remind me about the last time. brilliant. (i dont blame her for him not loving me, i blame her for making me feel this way, right now. she was the 'trigger-age', as a good friend of mine once said. a catalyst is how normal people might describe it. the reminder of what happened last time is forcing me into action this time around, fruitless though it may be.) im not blaming either of them. it's not their fault that i fall in love with people who don't love me. she has been a bitch to me, but not because she didnt love me. she managed to bugger up our friendship in many other ways. she's multi-talented. how likely is it that we're going to find *love*, anyway. to find someone for whom you would give up your soul. and then for them to feel the same. at the same time. under the same circumstances. this is why people settle. they can't face a lifetime alone, so they be with people they know they don't *love* with true-love-stars. i couldn't ever do that, but hey, what do i know? im not in the most emotionally objective place right now. drunk on romance. and sorrow. it's just that i can't imagine being with someone for whom i feel any less than what i feel right now. does anybody think it's odd that the first person i fell in love with was a girl, then the next a boy? it feels totally fine to me, but i can see why it may sound odd. cos it does sound odd. but it was the same situation both times. they were friends first and foremost. good friends. the issue of sex/gender/sex only entered into it when the emotion was there. i don't think this comes under the term bisexuality though. it might just be me, but that word seems to have connotations of extreme promiscuity, which is the total opposite of what i am describing. (apologies to anyone who does describe themselves as bisexual. it's the word i have a problem with, not the state of mind/person/sexuality/other. semantics, pah.) it's just the people i've fallen in love with. one girl, one boy. simple as that. "im not heterosexual, i'm not homosexual, i'm just sexual" "i don't like men, i don't like women, i like people. i *love* people" many apologies for this ramble. if you have read it all, many more apologies and heartfelt thanks. if anyone has anything to say before i meet him tomorrow, let me know. a different point of view would be nice. thanks again, michael.xx _________________________________________________________________ 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 stoutrobin at xxx.com Tue Jul 16 16:57:12 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 15:57:12 +0000 Subject: Sinister: What colour is a hiccup? Burple! Message-ID: Hello! I'm gazing out the window through my new blue rimmed spectacles. I usually wear contact lenses, but I've got a bit of conjunctivitis so I'm getting used to seeing the world through glasses again. I've already acquired the habit of pushing them up to the bridge of my nose every few minutes because they keep sliding down. I'm trying to make it look endearing. The one thing that I can really see better now that I'm wearing glasses is all the other people who wear them too. I keep wanting to wave at them to say "hey! i'm in the glasses gang too!", but I reckon they're not as excited about these things as I am, anymore. Yesterday I was thinking a lot about thumbs. First of all I noticed how my thumbs were coming apart at the seams, where my thumbnails start, and I was thinking how that always happens and thumbs are a bit rubbish. Then, last night, I went to the new Spar up Crwys Road and was served by a man who had a very long smelly beard and TWO THUMBS on his left hand. I didn't see his right one, maybe that one had two thumbs too and he was a bit embarrassed about it. Then I started thinking that thumbs are pretty marvellous things, really. Here's all the things they let you do: Hold pencils Press space bars Hitch lifts Bowl bowling balls Send text messages Give a big thumbs up to God for giving you a pair of such special fingers Marvellous! Yesterday I was bored. I decided to look on the internet to see all the other Robin Stouts I could find. While I was looking I came across this CONCLUSIVE PROOF that I am actually Robin Hood: http://www.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/rh/rhimages/hpescape.htm I'm sure you can see the resemblence. I wish I'd had a shave before they took that picture. I wish I'd remembered to put some trousers on, too. I wonder if I can claim royalties off Kevin Costner... Is anyone travelling to the Birmingham picnic from London on Sunday? I'm going to try to travel there from London on Saturday morning, and I'm sure I'll be feeling pretty sore from the party I'm going to the night before, so if anyone's going to be around to kick me out of bed it'll be appreciated. Well, no, it probably won't be, not if I'm in bed, but it will still be a GOOD THING. glad to wear glasses, Robin 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 shop at xxx.net Tue Jul 16 17:07:28 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 17:07:28 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Belle & Sebastian sign new record deal Message-ID: <07f301c22ce2$e6773bc0$9426fea9@katrina> Belle & Sebastian are delighted to announce that on Friday July 12th 2002, they signed a new four-album worldwide deal with Rough Trade Records. We also want to say thank you very much to all the support Jeepster and Matador have given us over the years. The band are currently rehearsing for the Peel Acres session - broadcast live on BBC Radio One on July 25th - and the upcoming Sudoeste, Benicassim and Haldern Festivals. Stuart has also written a news piece which is now online at http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home Here's to the future! cheers, Belle & Sebastian. 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 stringbeanjean1 at xxx.com Tue Jul 16 19:51:40 2002 From: stringbeanjean1 at xxx.com (juju fox) Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 11:51:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: nice birthday for a sulk Message-ID: <20020716185140.24915.qmail@web21009.mail.yahoo.com> halo sinister. swirling in there again. not sure what words will suffice to paint a portrait today. one of a girl much older than she looks, who's finally succomed to reality after having discovered that the boy and the girl are once again the boy and the girl. (another girl.) bah, i say. tho it was one of the lowest days of ever yesterday, a miracle (a true blue spectacle) happened: since i needed the $ myself, i opted to fill in for my regular monday replacement at the piano bar instead of calling another alternate. monday nights aren't the gratest. people don't seem to like piano music on mondays. they'd rather have the music from the tin can speakers overhead. and feeling too sinister for standards myself, i decided to put the books away and play my own favorites. (playing for anyone that's there...) the bartender knew 1963, and sometimes he knows other things. but noone ever knows b&s. noone ever, except the boy and girl that used to come in and shyly say "thank you for the b&s". i could tell they were as shy as i, and we never exchanged much in the likes of communication save our knowing smiles. but i thought they had disappered. i thought they were never coming back, after seeing them for the last time on a night when i had a horrible, horrible singer to accompany that wouldn't shut up so i could play b&s and all the lovery things i like to play for people like us who know what might be better to listen to over dinner than some horrid squeaky soprano rendition of what should be the low and dark "what's new?"... or even worse, a shoddy attempt at "la canzone di doretta". cripes. but last night, just as i had exhausted my nightly repertoire of new wave and brit-pop standards and was ready to go home, they reappeared. hoorah! of course, then i was all nervous and shy again, but i stepped out of my bubble and spoke to them. they were super nice! and so adorable. i wish they would come every night. they even tipped me... which i don't think is right, cos i should be playing them for coming to keep me company and listen to my piano songs (he laughed when he recognized songs now and then... "hey! it's the smiths!" *chuckle* and that made me smile in there.) but now i have money (so broke) to renew my driver's license. it expired today. which means only one thing: it's my birthday, and i'm officially one year older than i've ever been in my entire life. and how shall i celebrate such a glorious achievement? by queuing at the dmv. bah, i say again. so, once again, the day is saved thanks to... sinister: uniting our world to make it a better sounding place to eat, drink, and have picnics. lots of picnics. which i hope to attend this late july in l.a. with rachel the fruitloopin' rodeo [drive] queen and benny "grape ape" apps. i have to take notes on foreign relations/trade. i have it in mind to trade one ben apps for one juju fox. one u.k. sinister lad for one u.s. sinister lass sounds fair, doesn't it? i've arranged a courtship with sir chu, but if we can't fool the immigration, i'll go looking for a true love. wrong kind, right kind, i don't care. anyone to take my mind off the boy. sweets and treats to all. hearts, juju __________________________________________________ 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 lokar20 at xxx.com Wed Jul 17 07:06:47 2002 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 01:06:47 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Then they go to Rough Trade... Message-ID: ...to watch BELLE AND SEBASTIAN!!! Somebody had to do it. Congratulations guys. Now, is MS. House still with you? Or was she a Jeepster thing? I'd hate to see her go... Relationships have been a troubling thing of recent. A good friend of mine had his heart broken by a girl this very day. I've had my heart broken by the fates. My past relationships have been trivial at best. There are wonderful moments, but I always saw past them, wondering when that next phase of my life was going to begin and everything would change. That's probably why I've been so quick to drop relationships in the past, hoping that great change would come. I've lived in Mobile for most of my life. I become used to it, and I really don't mind it at all anymore. But there is no future here, nothing for me. It's been over two years since I've graduated high school, and I've been attending the local University but for no reason. I never saw this school as a permanent fixture in my life. I never saw it as the next stepping stone for the rest of my life. I've been burning time. Then it hit me to get out of America. Get far away from everything. For several reasons, the University of Glasgow was appealing. No, it's not because Belle and Sebastian are from there, but they played a part...anyway, that's neither here no there. I applied, have been accepted, and am scheduled to start in October. The past 7 months has been a waiting game...except it's much of a game. Just waiting really. In those seven months, I've met a million very cool people and some of the best friends I've ever known. I got a job at the place I've been dying to get a job at forever. I basically do nothing all day, but watch movies, clean, and work at a record store. Then, a little over a month ago, I met a girl... Yeah, how cliche. I hate it myself. But I must admit, I've never felt so strongly about a girl so quickly. She's made me happier than anybody ever really has for a longer amount of time than anyone else. Was that a run-on sentence? Well, for the first time ever, I don't want to move. I don't see how this can be anxiety, since I've been more than willing to move until now. Could it be love? Maybe, I don't know. I'm too cynical to love (on the outside at least). However things go, I'm not happy with the world, yet I'm the happiest I've been in so long at the same time. I hate this. This constant battle in my head. Whenever I'm with her, I'm completely happy. I don't even think about smoking, which is crazy for me. But when she's gone, and sometimes, on those late night drives home where the orange street lights manage to create a beat of shadows in tune with whatever song i'm listening to on my dashboard, I think and I get very very depressed. Sometimes, to the point of crying. I love my friends, but I can leave them and it's okay. She's different. She likes Tool and Jimmy Eat World, and that doesn't matter. It's bizarre, it's new, and it's wonderful. Maybe a more romantic person wouldn't move. A more romantic person would follow their heart and stay with the girl. I can't do that though. Even if I did, the emotional baggage and resentment that would eventually be placed on the girl would be too much of a strain, but that's neither here nor there (again). I know this life is worthless to me. This slacker lifestyle I'm actually enjoying for once yields no future. I don't know if moving away is the answer, but there's a shot. I just hate it. I hate it to death. Ho hum. I have less than two months left here. Left with her. I've been told to make the most of it, make it the most wonderful two months of my life, end the childhood Mobile phase of my life with a bang. But it's difficult when there's a humungous black cloud hovering over everything we do. I just feel gipped. But, what are you gonna do, right? This is all leading to...I'm going to be in Glasgow from August 3-11 at least searching/acquiring a flat so I won't have to stay up every single night in a 24 hour cafe. If there are any pubnic/picnics/bitchin gigs I need to check out/or anything at all going in those days, someone should send me an email. I forsee a lot of downtime in those days, and they need to be filled. Let's be honest, re-imagining the battle of Langside in my head whilst I'm walking down Battlefield Rd. can only occupy me for 3 hours at the most. Sorry for the worthless post. I can't find Storytelling anywhere to Rent in Mobile, although certain Blockbusters are supposed to have it in. I don't want to buy it, since I've never seen it, but I hate being bested by the system (i also love the irony of "beating the system" by BUYING the DVD and giving them more money). However, in my quest to find it, I listened to Storytelling three times in a row, and finally love it. How nice. And you know what, I even love the dialogue! I'm sick and sad, and I want to swim with Caitlin Pigtails... -Matt _________________________________________________________________ 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 stringbeanjean1 at xxx.com Wed Jul 17 11:36:53 2002 From: stringbeanjean1 at xxx.com (juju fox) Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 03:36:53 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: it's been a bloody stupid day Message-ID: <20020717103653.4106.qmail@web21007.mail.yahoo.com> halo again sinister. i know i've only just written, but i will confess to you that i have nowhere else to go. i don't want to tell anyone else my secrets now. so... tag! you're it. i spent the day trembling and thinking and singing and dancing and bippity-bopping. i listened to fyhcywlap all day (just got it back from someone who borrowed it, thought he lost it, then miraculously found it after spilling his glass of water over his bass amp onto the garbage on the floor, where after cleaning up the mess, was lying my tiny little promo copy. *phew* i can't wait to see m�m next month, btw..). so besides falling in love with a record i didn't care as much about before, my day was made up of a collage of joy and pain. a roller coaster ride... it all started after my shower. you must first understand how much i adore bathing. since i've been out of a dayjob, i've been known to predictably perform the ritual task midday. while friends are busy worker bees, i am a lazy sleepy juju in the bath. and on some days, like today for instance (*pretending it's still yesterday*), i don't want to get dressed afterwards. putting any fabric other than a terry towel against my skin abosolutely does not appeal to me. i want to stay in only my skin. (and maybe today especially, i just wanted to run around in my birthday suit.) so i stood, towel-wrapped, in front of the mirror looking for signs of age. i mean ones that i hadn't already noticed in the years prior. i documented the moment with photographs. there is a project at k10k.com calling for self-portraits taken in reflective objects, and i was thinking i would possibly contribute to it. i was thinking how interesting it was to me how social behaviour has changed with the modern age. how shy hermits like me stay connected to the outside world in the comforts of our own little bubbles. how we take self-portraits in mirrors because there is noone else around. how we sit up till the wee hours posting almost anonymously to a family of hundreds just to feel we're communicating, leaving our mark. how maybe one day we'll be driving electric cars built for one to get from our place under the rock to the disco downtown to pretend we're social animals... erm... or maybe i'm just crazy lonely, and my view of the future is distorted something fierce. i digress. back to my day: i spent a few hours at my internship, trying to pull with a local booking guy. not for me, but for my band... i think it's starting to work. then after a failed attempt at bulldozing thru the mad crowds down at the dmv to renew my license, my sister called with news of finding my renewal notice in an ancient stack of mail. feeling relieved, i sat down to finally open emails from the boy. he was confused, and not understanding anything i was trying to tell him. (why can't i talk to him the way i can talk to you?) sobs and emails later, my housemate came home, and we left to meet some bands that came to town to play a show just for my birthday (oh, just let me think it). such nice people, and tho we hadn't gotten the remixes done for hsh like we plan to, they still gave us free tees and buttons and stuff. the tee is a fantastic gift. it has words on the back (designed by the guy who did 'amnesiac', keen!) that read: have you ever fell in love with a machine no just like that. swoon... i also got a tee from a girlie friend who recently visited family and friends in nyc. i guess she went shopping, but i had no idea she would bring me back such a perfect treat. a little black tee with ruched sleeves and a kitty head on the front with wings and an orange bow that's saying "black chandelier". well, he's not really saying it, but there's a picture of one in the word cloud. maybe he is saying that i should darken the light and get some sleep. all i know is it's the best shirt in the world ever, and i won't mind so much putting it on after my bathe tomorrow. after the show, i was treated to fried zucchini at a local diner, and couldn't wait to come home to end the day. but here i am, still fighting it. my legs hurt so bad, i can't even stand to sit. if that makes sense. i think my nerves have had it. i think i need another bathe. oh. and i saw eric b. at the show. he doesn't post much, but now that i know he's in town on holiday from school, you may hear his name mentioned at least from me a bit more in the near future. ...i wish we could have a picnic in northern california... oh. that reminds me. i can't make it to the l.a. extravaganza afterall. cripes! foiled again. fate has it in for me. btu you see, i will be just getting back from a mini tour down the coast and back again, no big deal, but i won't be able to go back down for a little while. so now i ask a favor to all the so cal area sinisters: if you perchance to be in the san luis obispo area on saturday, july 20, please have a picnic and frolic and skip lots, and then have some tea with me at the two dogs cafe. my band will be playing there that night, and it's a free show... and besides, what else would you do? if you perchance to be in the san diego area on sunday, july 21, please have a picnic and raindance and pretend body surf in the park and maybe go to the zoo to see a giraffe, and then come to the casbah to see aereogramme. but come early enough to see the opening acts, cos i'll be in one of them, too, and it would be nice to meet any sinister folk who enjoy living in such a fine north of the border town. if you perchance to be in the greater los angeles area on monday, july 22, please have a fun day at work (maybe pretend it's friday all over again), call up some sinister friends for dinner, and then head over to spaceland for the free festivities there. once again, i'll be hoping to meet some cool cats from this very community... and did i mention it's free?? i just looked down and realized how perfectly this new little kitty tee matches my little skirt. and how i don't want to take my clothes off now... but it was mere hours ago when i refused to put any on. my, how fickle i can be. happy birthday to vilkas! it's your day for a sulk now. and it's time for me to go to bed. sweetest dreams of horse thieves, juju __________________________________________________ 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 puluxxx at xxx.com Wed Jul 17 17:51:04 2002 From: puluxxx at xxx.com (pulu xxx) Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 09:51:04 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: your problems will buy you an island... Message-ID: <20020717165104.27252.qmail@web9807.mail.yahoo.com> hello again, i just came from work. i�ve been a guide this week, but after tomorrow, i�ll be working in that room with those two men:(. i�ve been talking to this one boy, who�s a guide there too. he studies history at uni, and knows alot. he asked me whether i had read hegel, but i haven�t, then he told me about hegel, how it�s almost impossible to read his books. then i told him that i want to go to chile, he asked why, but i don�t know why, i just want to go there. he said that there are lots of japanese people there. he also told me that he has this friend who can sleep for like three days and then he wakes up and has to go to the toilet. sometimes he (the friend) sleeps for a week and noone can wake him up and he has to be brought to the hospital. strange. we usually go to the third floor, cos there is this jukebox and he always puts pink floyd�s �money� on. i like that song. then we sit there and read guinnes� records books, cos there aren�t any other books to read, then comment about the things we read. today i just felt like hugging him. they show this educative-documentary film there about the niagara falls, and someone always have to let people in to the cinema. we were there together today, and we both were really tired, and i told him that i�ll go and make some coffee, and he smiled and said that he�ll come after me. it just felt so good, he just seemed so sweet and i wanted to hug him. then we sat there together in the room drinking coffee and reading newspaper. but he has a girlfriend and he�s a bit of a heavyrocker, cos he has this really long blond hair and earrings. and a long black leather coat. i think i�ll miss him ALOT after tomorrow. i have to go now, cos the library will close in 15 mins. bye, puluxxx __________________________________________________ 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 mail at xxx.uk Wed Jul 17 18:30:01 2002 From: mail at xxx.uk (Gordon) Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 18:30:01 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Edinburgh Picnic, 27th July. Message-ID: <001401c22db7$9b198040$99ab87d9@ivorsserver> Ladies and Gentlemen! Announcing: the all new, shiny and dancing EDINBURGH PICNIC! Actually, the plan follows a traditional pattern: date: Saturday 27th July, 2002 time: 2.30pm location: we'll meet by the entrance to the Scott Monument (big black spike of a thing, where we met last time) in Princes St. Gardens East, (the half nearest to Waverley Station) and wait for ten minutes or so before heading westwards, past the Royal Scottish Academy and the National Gallery to the BIG GOLD FOUNTAIN at the far end of the w-e-s-t-e-r-n half of the gardens. If it's pouring, we'll pretend to be vagrants and take refuge in one of the little shelters along the terrace. Afterwards, once we've got tired of sitting on the grass, the idea is to find a pub, probably along Rose Street, therein to imbibe of the landperson's wares. contact: ring 07780 914106 for a chat or if you need directions Everyone is welcome, especially people who haven't been to a picnic before, because you must meet us! We're lovely! (I speak for the people who, I'm confident, will be in attendance) I think that's all. If I've made any glaring omission or whatever, please E-mail me. Gordon +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Wed Jul 17 20:21:02 2002 From: rfadden at xxx.com (rrrrobyn) Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 12:21:02 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: it's the patriarchy. and he's calling from inside the house! Message-ID: <20020717192102.84186.qmail@web11104.mail.yahoo.com> sinister ".",','.,,,,,,,,,,,!""'"" hm. the things we do/looking for life's answers in the minutiae: get hair cut. save a dog from getting hit by cars. eat a lot of couscous. see 'star wars: attack of the clones'. and also 'reign of fire' (say 'whoo hoo!' and giggle both freely and behind hand during both.) go to a party where the cops come and *blow their whistles more than thrice* to make everyone leave. cook and eat some sausages (be glad that smoke detector does not go off this time.) grammar can kiss my aaaaasssss: since sinister seems to be *full* of grammarians, i'd like to spend a moment on a subject i love like the sister i don't have. ah, grammar. i can love it one minute, hate it the next, but know that i'll have to live with it until the day it dies. alas, grammar is an immortal beast, much like the sister i don't have (but unlike the dragons in 'reign of fire'), and therefore i will have to live with it until the day *i* die. with that being the reality, i will accept grammar, but by no means will i respect it. i will tease it mercilessly, i will make jokes to its face, but when all is said and done, i will obey its rules if it means i'm going to make some copyediting cash. but i've come to understand that the world won't end if 'ralphs video' has never heard of a fuckin' apostrophe. when one nitpicks all day as i do at work, all one wants to do at the end of it is fuck shit up. in fact, the other day i was talking to a friend about this and i sort of ended the conversation with 'fuck fuck fuck grammar! fuck it! aaagh!' sometimes it's good to let it all out. otherwise, madness. but after that little tirade, i begged grammar to have me back - i would be good to it, i would sit down with it and work out our problems, i would love it forever and ever, especially the semicolon. that said, i read Michael's rules on quotation marks and punctuation with great interest and hurrahed b/c i agree. but there are *so many* styles out there and everyone agrees with a different style. i don't believe in holy grammar wars. i say, let's agree to fuck shit up, shall we? yaaay! or whatever! penislessness: yes, bus stoppers, the penis spam* is bizarre (*um, that just sounds gross. i'd go on about why, but you've probably already got a hundred visuals running through your smutty heads.) i keep getting one entitled "RFadden! Enlarge your penis safely and naturally!" and, while i am intrigued by this whole 'safe and natural' approach, i am also a little worried b/c i *don't have a penis to enlarge*. ho hum. (the use of capital letters in my email name irks me too though.) even the onion (http://www.theonion.com) makes fun of penis spam. sadlessness: have you seen this? http://www.morrisseyringtones.com/ oh, man, is this good or is this bad? oh, but it's funny. i'm sure if i had a mobile phone, i'd be all over 'there is a light that never goes out' though. i'd like a mobile phone though, if only to have one more bit of technology in my possession. tech-no-logy! you know how the inevitable always happens?: sunny saturday afternoons should be about going outside and doing stuff (alliteration! with the dreaded 's'!). but instead, something sinister inspired me to pull the dfw off the shelf again, which always seems to happen on sunny weekend afternoons. so i read me some 'infinite jest' and wondered what kinds of drugs i was hard-wired for (whether to add an edge or take it off? or simply hallucinate?). also was re-inspired to not be a militant grammarian. the boy g says mr. wallace is writing a new one and it's supposed to be out in 2004. and i say it's going to be 3000 pages long, with 500 pages of footnotes and 200 pages of footnotes to the footnotes. whoa. but watch it be a novella. metatastic. speaking of books (and yaay for them): i just read such a fantastic book! it's called "the prowler" and it's by a poet called Kristjana Gunnars. it's beautiful. the author is originally from iceland and then moved to the states and then to canada in the late 60s (and the book was published in *saskatchewan*). and the book seems semi-autobiographical. read it if you can get your hands on it, you especially, archel, i think. the po'try parrot: every time i go into a movie theatre (especially alone), i always think of this Stephen Dunn poem: This Late in the Century I walk the streets always a gesture away from contact, ungiven gifts, first words it would seem foolish to say. And then I forget about it all and go about my half-desired lonliness back to the body's asylum way back here where the movie of the world is playing and all of us are watching one seat apart. Sometimes even after I return home the stranger I am will find those pockets of collapsed air where not even kisses can find him. Other times I watch any two of us form the modern we out of separate lives; I bring my distances, say, to yours, you bring yours to mine, and with such safety the first words, the lovely intimate incompete sentence. god, the man is brilliant. he even won the pulitzer prize for poetry last year. http://www.nortonpoets.com/dunns.htm and, appropriately, i love these lines from a poem about, well, living/dying: "I'm in the mood to punctuate only with that maker of promises, the colon: next, next, next, it says, God bless it." yeah. anyway, the poetry parrot is a free spirit and never goes where i send him. so if you call him, he'll probably fly to your windowsill. from the absurd to the sublime, robyn! p.s. fantastic subject header courtesy of www.catandgirl.com! ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden at yahoo.com Vancouver, BC __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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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 pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com Wed Jul 17 20:18:53 2002 From: pass_the_peas85 at xxx.com (hannah brown) Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 20:18:53 +0100 Subject: Sinister: approaching the buffet with an extremely large plate Message-ID: hello my lovelies, Ok, i would very much like it if some of you cleared something up for me. Juju mentioned Mum, but Mum with the dash above the "u" which i cannot do on this keyboard (which therefore makes explaining this a fucking lot more complicated) i bought a record by a band called Mum (this time WITHOUT the dash above the "u"). My Mum is like cool electronica stuff but i think the Mum everyone else is refering to is a swedish band, please help me to sort out my confusion and someone please tell me how to get that dash above the "u" so if i ever have to explain this again via e-mail it will be considerably simpler. Hello to everyone who i saw on saturday, i havent yet recieved any money for the CONSUMER WHORE FUND which is rather dissapointing, the deadline is july 31st so please start sending me money NOW, thanks. Oh, and to Colin the tape tree dude, i have made the tape and am ready to send it off. that really is all i have to say at the moment, keep on keeping on love hannah b ****************************** "my milk is green come drink me" Rosie May, environmentalist. _________________________________________________________________ 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 megatherion5 at xxx.com Wed Jul 17 21:01:16 2002 From: megatherion5 at xxx.com (Jason McKinnon) Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 13:01:16 -0700 Subject: Sinister: You don't have to call me "darling", darling.... Message-ID: Hey! Hey there! Over here! Crouched low and listening... I sit here in this place... I sit here alot... and type... Thoughts overripe, melting with stale sentiment With what I could be...and am not... But I reside in this ellipse, Between the dots I am real... Squiggles that mean less is more, for real? Whilst walking through this place, I wake... and do things for heaven's sake and other reasons.. committed to a form of mental treason.. that is my lot so a quick note and a jot and gut-wrenching rot... A pile of sot...i sit here... a lot. Ye Olde PP _________________________________________________________________ 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 competitionsmile at xxx.com Wed Jul 17 21:01:18 2002 From: competitionsmile at xxx.com (Christine Irene) Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 13:01:18 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: a shout out to my sinister massive Message-ID: <20020717200118.51292.qmail@web13202.mail.yahoo.com> hi everyone, stine here. it's been a long time since i have posted round these parts. a lot has happened lately and unfortunately none of it is good. i shouldn't say that. i did get to go to my england finally...and meet ken chu (ladies, he is even more a sex god than you've imagined.) and i went to dublin and met dirty vicar and his lady friend. both of whom are punk rock. those were good times......then it all came crashing down. i got robbed in dublin, had to pay ridiculous amounts of money to get my luggage on the aeroplane, got bumped from my flight in dublin, have spent the better part of the last couple of months at countless doctors offices in an attempt to find out what is wrong with me...no one did :o( i fell behind on some bills, repaid the loan i recieved from the bank on sinister in dublin, got rained out of a concert by one of my favourite bands...just when it was time for them to take to the stage. i spent the last 2 days in the hospital getting countless tests run with the result of no one knowing what is wrong with me. i saw a GI specialist yesterday. this made me happy that i don't have that title to carry around all of the time...it sounds a bit intimidating to me. ah well. he was an ace doctor though. in 2 weeks i get to have a colonoscopy. there are things i would rather do other than this. i am not someone who particilarly likes things stuck in my bum, this will be not fun 'tall. if all of the above wasn't enough....i have no health insurance, nor do i particularly have any money. i don't know what i am going to do. i feel sort of like lemony snicket these days. ah well. i certainly hope that this finds all of you doing much better. i will post more, and some happy things soonish. i just wanted to let those of you to whom i owe emails know that i am indeed alive and shall write to you soon. red bulls and anal probes ~stine __________________________________________________ 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 Histrianic at xxx.com Thu Jul 18 04:47:25 2002 From: Histrianic at xxx.com (Histrianic at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 23:47:25 -0400 Subject: Sinister: sinister: i like colored gems the best Message-ID: <3C97B1D2.7D2F3F8B.0B7F097A@aol.com> Lately I've been up to reading trashy pop novels and writing romantic poems that rhyme. Summer vacation is treating me well, and my parents are doing a good job of fattening me up and babying me so that I can go slave my sorry little arse off at my school, come september. I always enjoy bits and pieces of robyn's posts, so I clicked open her email today and she was on about Stephen Dunn. He's the man who came to my school and chatted with me for an hour about love and truth, and told me that love was greatly overrated. A while ago, Liz Daplyn wrote about Paul Muldoon and he visited my school this year, too. I never hear these poets mentioned anywhere else, although they're brilliant and one even won a Pulitzer. So now I've cast them to be Sinister Poets. I used to think poetry was rubbish, but now I'm starting to have doubts. I also used to firmly believe in love, happiness and God but tossed those out the window a while back. I am happy today because a boy stayed up until four o'clock in the morning to keep me company when I was bored. He writes most excellent poetry. I have to go shower. Showers over Baths! Rahh! lots o love h +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stringbeanjean1 at xxx.com Thu Jul 18 06:37:38 2002 From: stringbeanjean1 at xxx.com (juju fox) Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 22:37:38 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: approaching the buffet with an extremely large plate In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020718053738.91211.qmail@web21004.mail.yahoo.com> halo sinister. no time for a longwinded post (i know you're terribly sorry about that), and my wrist is currently embraced by nylon, elastic, and velcro, and i'm finding it hard to type. but hannah said: > Ok, i would very much like it if some of you cleared > something up for me. > Juju mentioned Mum, but Mum with the dash above the > "u" which i cannot do on > this keyboard (which therefore makes explaining this > a fucking lot more > complicated) i bought a record by a band called Mum > (this time WITHOUT the > dash above the "u"). My Mum is like cool electronica > stuff but i think the > Mum everyone else is refering to is a swedish band, > please help me to sort > out my confusion and someone please tell me how to > get that dash above the > "u" so if i ever have to explain this again via > e-mail it will be > considerably simpler. dearest, i only love one m�m, and they are four loverly folks from iceland. the twins grace the cover of the delightful album by our mutually agreeable band entitled "fyhcywlap" (abbreviated to save typing, tho it takes considerably more effort to type this explanation, doesn't it? silly juju...). see: http://www.noisedfisk.com/mumweb/photos/JPR010.jpg m�m are supposedly friends with b&s, and/or the bands are fans of each other. you can learn more by visiting this delectable fansite: http://www.noisedfisk.com/mumweb/ or join the random_summer yahoo group. they are indeed electronic chamber pop muzik (fat cat records and such). and i heart them. also, on a mac keyboard, you may click (alt + e) + u = �. don't know about pc's... haven't had to map a pc keyboard in a long time. there's always the keyboard mapping window you can open and copy/paste your pick from the pallet of windows options. *shudder* ok. gotta practice now. wrist hurts. good night, moon. hearts, juju ps forgive my factual post. more sap to follow. (i've been listening to a lot of ella fitzgerald's "why was i born?", and i can't get enough of the self-torture.) ^ see? __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Autos - Get free new car price quotes http://autos.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 Jul 18 13:52:03 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 12:52:03 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I could be in a brilliant career Message-ID: I used to think having a job was rubbish, but I've changed my mind now. I now think that it's OK.. or maybe "tolorable". Mmm yes, yesterday I was bored so I stayed up til 5pm, WORKING.. because I was looking for a job, and then I found a job! I'm not miserable yet, nor have I received my first pay cheque, when I do I am contemplating buying myself a PlayStation 2(tm). For now though I just have to play a game called "Age of Empires" which is a very old game now, but you get to command a war in it, and there are various campaigns in it where you can relive the lives of famous commanders, I played the Joan of Arc mission, and now I know how Joan of Arc felt! I'm typing this in a Webstation in Euston Train Station, and there is a guy shouting really loudly about how he can't FUCKING GET TO VICTORIA STATION! I wish he would calm down, I'm sure he can somehow, he just doesn't know, maybe he should ask me ask me ask me. Because nen nen nen ba bum ba bum ba bum together..... back to work xx Smiths and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From anakin_sky at xxx.net Thu Jul 18 14:49:08 2002 From: anakin_sky at xxx.net (anakin_sky at xxx.net) Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 15:49:08 +0200 (MEST) Subject: Sinister: mummy Message-ID: <12683.1027000148@www16.gmx.net> also, i think mum (can't produce that thingy above the u either) are living in berlin (as in capital of germany) now, like my beloved erlend from my beloved kings of convenience... -- GMX - Die Kommunikationsplattform im Internet. http://www.gmx.net +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From staralful at xxx.com Thu Jul 18 10:43:45 2002 From: staralful at xxx.com (Jonathan Skinner) Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 10:43:45 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Gaudeamus igitur , Iuvenes dum sumus. Message-ID: Dear All I Hope this finds everyone in fine health, May i open my email with a tirade against banks. I hate them, may i emphasise i H.A.T.E them and it is a bitch that one has to use them. I went up to bank money and check balance and apparently they took €25 for yearly admin charge. BAH HUMBUG which shouldn't happen considering i am student but anyway i hope this finds everyone well. Summer is great isn't it especially since it got *gasp* into double figures in the last couple of days. As i look out the sky is blue with some puffy things in it. Which is nice. I am currently listening to wandering alone on repeat for some reason. There is something about that song that makes me think of south america or spain for some reason. I have noticed that they have gone =very south american jazzy for the album which i ain't complaining ablout. SO four more albums to come. This suprised me greatly. I had heard rumours of a split from jeepster and the whole isobel fiasco sort of put doubts in my mind about the band an whether they would actully continue. but lucky for us they are. I just hope they play ireland before it is too late. I read with interest Mr Hendersons ESQ. post. It is incredible how cynics (like most of this list) can get bowled over by an emotions that are rather basic. What always like to read is peoples definition of love. Having never really experienced it in a romantic sense i don't really know. But i do get the feeling that it has to be a gut feeling that is reached over a period of time. I don't know if i have mentioned this before but i have got to go to three weddings in the next three months. None of the brides and grooms are over 25. One bride will be a day over 20 when she walks the walk and another will still have 2 years to complete at college. The bride who will be 20 whom i have known since she were 10 and i were 8 has been in love with 4 people. Each one of them has been * the one* until something better came along. the poor bugger she is marrying she was in love with within a week. Is that sustainible love. Unfortunatly i know this girl and know she has convinced herself because she felt she at 19 was on the shelf and if she didn't grab a man quick that would be it. Seeing those sort of relationships makes me want to slap each individual couple witha wt fish for some amount of time till they see some sense. So Dublin- i was up there this weekend and i think i love it even more than i did before. I only spent a couple of evenings of the weekend in the city in some of the pubs but i spent some time in Malahide up north of dublin and bray which is south of dublin which are both conviently located on the DART line Both seaside resorts living in faded glory of what they once were, Still nice towns , nice pubs and nice women. The witness festival held in dublin seemed quite good even though i couldn't make it.one of my friends phoned up during the dandy warhols to let me hear them and they sounded ok- i don't think they as a band suit festivals. right i suppose i should really go and enjoy the days of my young manhood plague and pestilence and love to all 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 lazylinepainter at xxx.net Thu Jul 18 18:26:02 2002 From: lazylinepainter at xxx.net (Salp) Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 12:26:02 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Sharp pieces of wood Message-ID: <000201c22e80$4fa7be00$5aa8b041@gordon> Well, I have not posted in quite a time. So I'm gonna spin you this little true story. I work at a high school during the summer and the past week me and 3 other guys are tearing down old bleachers and putting in new boards. Whilst I was sitting on one of the old bleachers, I slid down to make room and during the slide 4 splinters got lodged in my ass. They were so deep that I had to have them removed by the doctor. It was a painful ordeal. But anyway that is pretty characteristic of my summer. It sucks. I just can't wait to get of my sleepy town and start school at the University of Wisconsin. If anyone on the list going to Madison drop me a line. Matthew P.S. I got to say that I really like the new B&S album, The instrumentals are moving and the songs just plain kick ass, glad to hear about the new record deal as well +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From hobart at xxx.uk Thu Jul 18 20:02:16 2002 From: hobart at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 20:02:16 +0100 Subject: Sinister: b i r m i n g h a m p i c n i c (NEW ARRANGEMENTS, WELL, A BIT DIFFERENT ANYWAY) Message-ID: <000701c22e8d$fc1e3620$903587d9@default> (if you want to skip all the shite, and just get directions, look at the bottom of this mail) hello my loves, the BIRMINGHAM PICNIC! will be held on sunday. that's the BIRMINGHAM PICNIC! yes, the BIRMINGHAM PICNIC! for those of you not in the know, this will be a PICNIC, held in BIRMINGHAM in england, uk. it will be at 2pm, in cannon hill park in edgbaston near birmingham. on sunday. if you are in the midlands, there really is no excuse not to come. except for 'bugger off, ian, i don't want to come'. which is a good excuse. please note that 2pm is not the same as 1pm, which is earlier, and not so late. this was the original time, but dimitra says she can't be arsed to drag her sorry arse out of- no, dimitra, stop hitting me. no, stop it....ow ow OW!!!!!!!!!! err... no, the real reason is that i thought all you lovely people who are travelling for miles (there ARE some lovely people that are travelling for miles, aren't there?) would appreciate an extra hour in bed. cannon hill park is quite big, so i propose we meet in the MAC bar. the MAC is quite easy to find, its the building, in the park, which is not the boathouse. if you're standing there and watching geese drift serenely past on the wondrous waters of cannon hill park lake, you're in the wrong place. MOVE, you muttonhead! err.. yeah. so, in the mac at 2pm. outside, if the sun chances to shine. inside, if it does not. i am told there are going to be some egyptian belly-dancers at the mac that day (no, really, i'm not making this part up....) i hope they won't cause you any trouble, or get in your way. if the crowd watching this belly dancing is so HUGE that you can't find us, you might find this mobile number useful, it is 07967 302614. if you dial it, you may get to speak to one of the finest minds in birmingham. or i might answer instead. the mac bar isn't the best in the world (dimitra's verdict was 'muthafucka, this is a diiiive of a joint...') so, we'll only stay for a while if you don't like it. there are a few other pubs in the area. hopefully, of course, it will be sunny and we can just drink in the open air, like the tramps we are.. SO, to summarise: CANNON HILL PARK, 2PM. you can reach this by catching the 45 or the 47 from Birmingham Centre. these depart from corporation street (the road with tower records and beatties on) or stephenson street (round the back of the burlington hotel) about every 10 minutes. if there are people coming from Other Places, and you're scared of getting the bus into the strangeness that is Outer Birmingham, i can always meet you in town, as long as you let me know you want me to. i think, that's it marvellous! insult archel playforth, and leave xx 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 idleberry at xxx.com Thu Jul 18 20:51:37 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 12:51:37 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: How things came to be... Message-ID: <20020718195137.27886.qmail@web14607.mail.yahoo.com> I've been feeling pretty empty of things to write to Sinister recently. There have been little things I've thought of, noticed, and mentally noted. But all motivation and inspiration disappears when I sit down at my laptop. I start sentences, and then they sort of trail off, and I don't quite know how to end them or where it will lead. I've been quite busy recently, sitting at computers all day long and the like. At work, I'm busy writing and preparing things. I have little projects on the go at work. I've finished one paper, and now I'm moving onto paper number two. The first, was a Guide for MSPs (Manic Scottish Politicians). The second is about record keeping and more importantly, record disposal. "Keep original copies and dispose of duplications: Keep original Tigermilk; get rid of OCS and other Paul Weller duplicates". See work can be fun. At home, I've updated my personal web site. I've removed a lot of the nonsense. It was an experiment when I set it up. Wanting a web site, but needing something to put on it. So I just put anything that came to mind. Learning how to use different programs. Teaching myself HTML tricks. But most importantly, for any would-be web site designer, the art, and value of cut and paste. Now I've got rid of a lot of things. The cheesy, retro "so naff its cool" animations. And I've stuck some interviews up there; taken from the fanzine I used to edit Point of Isolation. There's still some which need to be transferred there, but I've lost the electronic copies, so it will be a laborious, hangover day job of typing them up again from the paper copies. Go and have a look if you want something for free that I used to charge people for (or give away, depending on alcohol levels). There's an interview with the boss of B+S ex-label, Mark Jones. There's a Jeff Mueller interview. Lift to Experience, and others. I think, most of all though, the bit that people seem to respond to most of all, is the wee online art room. Especially as you can get lots of people in there at the same time, that's quite good fun. http://www.geocities.com/idleberry I lost my specs today. I can't tell you how naked I'm feeling right now without them. Its an alien experience to be working without them. not quite x files, more "what files?? I don't see any files" ************* I was looking through my inbox today, and came across the first e mail I got in it. i set this e mail account up, when i fancied this boy you see. I was living in norway at the time, it was the start of 1999. Every day, on the bus, I would see this bloke, who was gorgeous. I liked the cut of his hat, and the look in his eye. He wore flares, for crying out loud. Therefore, he must be fanciable. He had dark hair, and he wore a blue jacket with a green felt hat. But every day, I saw him with a different girl on the bus. And then, somehow, I found out he lived down stairs from me. I was too shy to talk to him. But I did my research- which could techincally constitute stalking, but i like to think it was research- and found out his name. I'd see him at the bus stop, and I would get the same bus as him. I wanted to talk to him, but I was too shy. So instead, i'd catch a glimpse of him, and be happy all day long. It was a sad existence, but i was very lonely in norway I'd wonder what his voice sounded like, and I wondered, if amidst all that pouting, he'd ever smile, and what sort of smile he might have. Anyway, Valentines day was approaching. And i thought to myself, heck, it can't hurt to send him a card. But how would I find out what he thought of it, if it was anonymous? So I wrote the card, and put this e mail address inside. I set up this e mail account especially. People knew my regular e mail account addresses, so I knew I had to think up something new. Something nobody else would know. Then I remembered a letter I had written to a pal. My pal, a bloke called Chris, and have known since I was 17. He went to school with Roddy Woomble of idlewild, and used to drag me along to their gigs, at the cas rock in edinburgh, before it became another theme pub. Back in their fierce panda days. Later, when we went to T In The Park one year, Roddy refused to sign Chris an autograph at the signing tent,claiming he saw him all the time anyway. Chris disagreed. "You're always on tour or whatever". So Roddy signed the autograph, but addressed it to Chris' mum. And I wrote this letter to chris, one cold january evening, and I asked "Hows my favourite idleberry then?" with a reference to his unconditional fan-ness for the band. idlewild. wild berry. idleberry. it just appeared, in my writing of the letter. And it sort of stuck in my mind afterwards. so i thought, that'd do. I'd use the nick "idleberry" and I set up this email account. and i sent my valentines card to this guy. Valentines day was on a saturday that year. I couldn't wait for Monday morning, when I could go into uni and check my e mails. But Monday morning, glued to my new e mail account inbox, and nothing appeared. So off I went home, slightly disappointed, and more so cos I didn't see the cute boy on the bus. And then Tuesday. I sat around on the internet, browsing chat rooms, and checking my inbox everyfive minutes. I had to go and work in this underground cafe I had a volunatary job at the university, called Kafe Bodega. I got to serve proper filter coffee, with fresh made waffles and jam, and all the teas you could imagine- proper tea leaves, and tea strainers- from earl grey to cactus tea. The tables were identical, little and round with tea lights and a small centre piece table cloth, and it was lit with wall mounted lamps, and the walls were painted in deep vampy red. Sometimes they;d show a film, an obscure, independent film there. Like maybe a film about snowboarding. It was a great place to met people, and everyone was really chatty, except me, cos I was too shy. And you could pick up board games and play backgammon or chess or draughts. And i got all the waffles I could eat, for working there. That was dinner sorted out for Tuesday every week. Wednesday, no sign of any emails. By Friday, I had resigned myself, with a heavy heart, he'd probably scoffed at it, and thrown it away. He'd probably thought it was a joke, or something too soppy, and girlie, and commercial, and whatever else might go through the mind of a man. Still, only I knew it was from me. Although I couldn't help, but feel a slight thought, if he knew it would be from me. maybe. The following Monday, I went to uni, and checked the e mail account. And there was his email. "Hei framtidige e-post venn? Et valertinerkort jeg av deg fikk Konvolutten var fylt av mystikk (osv.) :) Hvem er du?" It reads: "hello future e-mail friend? A valentine card i found from you the envelope was full of mystery (etc.) :) who are you?" of course, it actually ryhmes, in norwegian, but not in english. So, in an excited panic, i thought of my reply. i asked a friend to check it for me. I wanted to tell him I was too shy to speak to him, and that I'd seen him, and thought he was cute. I told him I lived in the same building, and I was a foreign student. (I thought telling him I was foreign might up my chances in the "interesting background" stakes). Only my friend, a german girl, misheard me. And instead of "shy" she thought i said "dry". Now try re-reading that again, and you can imagine what it might have meant. The reply came back. He said he was sorry if I misunderstood why he replied. he was extremely flattered, and thought it was very brave of me to send him a valentines card. But he had a lover, and was very happy... with him. I blushed bright red, then and there in the computer room in uni. As scarlet as the walls of Kafe Bodega. I re read it. I read it again. When I saw him, after that, I tried not to see if he saw me. Maybe he knew now, who his secret admirer was. And if so, I felt, very very stupid. In retrospect, I guess I look back, and I think about things differently. I think his response was lovely. I think I over reacted too quickly. And I don't feel embarrassed now. He might have liked it. He might have smiled. And that made it all worthwhile. I just wish I'd seen it. Love Idles ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Autos - Get free new car price quotes http://autos.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 marcbots at xxx.nl Fri Jul 19 20:58:02 2002 From: marcbots at xxx.nl (marc bots) Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2002 21:58:02 +0200 Subject: Sinister: haldern sinister massive Message-ID: good morning sinister, in nijmegen, which is where i live, every year a four-day march is held, and today 40000 people are walking 50 km for the fourth consecutive day to get a stupid shiny thingy. as you may understand, i am not one of them. instead i am sitting here at the uni, where i am supposed to remove the dna from a bunch of bacteria, which i will do later. together with all the walking, a lot of festivities are going on in town, with each night at least ten bands playing for eight days in a row. most of the bands suck, however. things i saw/heard that i like: a modern classical ensemble, a oasis/supergrass/weezer imitation called cry ugly, and a band called kopna kopna, which were quite cool and sounded a bit like zita swoon. i also drank some beer. zita swoon will be playing haldern, which makes haldern even more interesting. if i would have to choose the best concerts i ever saw, zita swoon would be in the top five twice. and b&s would be in the top five too. so i have decided to go to haldern, especially since it's only 1 hr driving from nijmegen. are there any sinistrians that would like to meet on the festival? i think i recall some people talking about it a while ago, could you email me privately? kisses to idleberry and michael grant for writing such wonderful posts. love to all, 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 mr_zarabowski at xxx.uk Fri Jul 19 15:01:37 2002 From: mr_zarabowski at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?stout=20robin?=) Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2002 15:01:37 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: All aboard the Banchory express... In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020719140137.58494.qmail@web21501.mail.yahoo.com> Hello It's good news that Belle and Sebastian are moving to Rough Trade, isn't it? I think, like Stuart says, apart from Jeepster there aren't many places where they'd feel more at home. Are the Banchory trains still running, Katrina? I hope the label change means the songbook will finally come out, unless it fell from a carriage window months ago and no-one's told us yet. How come everyone likes PJ from Big Brother? Didn't anyone else notice he was just an ugly, racist, sexist dick? Within hours of Adele leaving he and Johnny were making racist jokes and the papers didn't even ruffle. Jade's verruca, on the other hand was a seismic event. Is this really a reflection of our country? Grrr! Mind you, I still watch it. "Suck my arse!" he he! Hopefully see some of you in Brum at the weekend... Robin x __________________________________________________ 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 simon_c_knapp at xxx.com Fri Jul 19 22:14:36 2002 From: simon_c_knapp at xxx.com (Simon Knapp) Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2002 21:14:36 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Q: What is the Greek for "credit card number"? Message-ID: i told a friend of mine that i was hoping to go and see belle and sebastian in greece. he obviously misunderstood and said, "what, the musical?"... now there's a gig i'd pay to see. i am trying my best to concentrate on this post, slightly distracted by the delights of "bid-up.tv" on the telly next to me. for the uninitiated, this is the live, no-fuss, on-line, interactive auction channel. it's very good. and so easy to use. with just one simple phone call you could be engaged in a cut-throat bidding war for a 3 piece aluminium luggage set. help me. the other night i couldn't switch off without knowing just how much those signed 'alien resurrection' film posters went for. the problem is, i have recently joined the digital age - telly, phone and internet, which means i can now check my email at home, instead of/aswell as wasting all that time doing it at work. oh my god, look at the quality of those saucepans. ok, i just found a link to the 'splishsplosh' "belle and sebatian song generator". maybe you all knew about this already, but for those of you who didn't (like me), go to http://www.splishsplosh.co.uk/frames.htm?song and enjoy the likes of "boy in a drawer" "horse on the game" and "david and the girl of string" A: if anyone does know the answer to the subject line question, please let me know. my attempts to buy tickets for the athens gig have been frustrated by my lack of knowledge of the greek language. take care simon _________________________________________________________________ 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 Sat Jul 20 00:09:28 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2002 18:09:28 -0500 Subject: Sinister: everyone you know someday will die. Message-ID: hello sinister. i got an email from bron today, telling me she is leaving this little electronic internet world for one existing in manners intended. for us. she's going. to the country. she's leaving home. and somehow, i feel like she is leaving me, a little bit. but i am glad. for i want her to fly, because i know her wings need stretching. use. breathing room. and somewhere in my room, in a box that used to house a brand new pair of rubbery-smelling pink shoes, is the thick little square that unfolds to a poem. that she dropped. and i picked up. and reminds me. that we are flowers. and i decided recently that some kinds of flowers can decide when or if to wilt. which makes us. me. lucky. i think. *** i'm starting to find it difficult to fathom that finding a place to live is so trying. finding a job -- difficult, yes, sometimes. finding a lifelong love partner/soulmate -- extremely challenging, of course. finding a flattering swim suit -- impossible, naturally. finding a place to live should certainly not be as elusive. i keep calling landlords. gently explaining my "situation," as i've come to term it. asked for central air. price limits. locations. and they all say the same thing: 'you just picked the worst time! i mean, the best time for me, but the WORST time for you! how about i show you that place on (insert super-ghetto address here) or this other gem about 70 blocks away from campus? (me mumbling something occurs here) and then: "what? wait...you called yesterday? oh YEAH! I REMEMBER YOU NOW! bummer, i don't think i have anything for you." so maybe i can meet up with other local lincoln homeless, start a club of some kind. have our weekly meetings at the soup kitchen, right before i go to take my weekly shower at the ymca. and then i can head off to a cozy city bench, under a shady tree, maybe in line with the door to a building, so a bit of chilled air from inside can waft over me when the people walk past and inside and outside the building. is that how homeless people do it? no wonder they always seem crazy. i think that kind of life would drive me quite insane. *** today in the news was a story of a girl's ex-boyfriend. who broke into her house and beat her dog to death with a golf club before systematically dismembering the girl's mother's pet bird. i went to work at the toy store, and it turned out one of the women i work with was the girl's aunt. and she said she had known the boy. that he had always seemed so smart and so quiet. underneath, i guess, was an abuser and killer and who else knows what. a crazy person. no wonder we want to get away from this world. *** if i were an animal, i have long said i would be a bird. and i hope that i would be able to fly away and fly and build enough homes and sing beautiful songs before the world came back to cut me down or a deal or apart. this is the way we wilt, maybe. and maybe we flowers don't really get to decide after all. but. i'm still going to think they do. we do. xxx lou ------------------ THE FOLLOWING IS AN ADVERT FOR EXCELLENCE: never learned how to ride a bike? merely flailed helplessy in a chlorine-laced pool when trying to learn to swim? come to Camp Kids Who Gave Up 2002, sponsored by lindsey baker, dave snyder and conor oberst to learn to ride and swim like nobody's business! while you're temporarily residing on our beautiful, secluded island paradise camp, enjoy lessons from friendly guest instructors such as mandee wright and listen to a different live band every night (we feature saddle creek gems and omaha rapists)! dating lindsey is also an available option, so long as conor is off-island. 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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 Sat Jul 20 01:55:48 2002 From: mary_goodshoes at xxx.com (Miss Marianna Longmire) Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2002 01:55:48 +0100 Subject: Sinister: "If I were Jennifer Lopez and had an ass that big, I'd never leave the house." Message-ID: I've been terribly, terribly irritable all week. And do you know the worst of it? I become even more cantankerous from the realisation that I look very unbecoming when I'm irritated. This is NOT good. Especially when the resulting facial contortions are an unfortunate cross between Julia Sawalha' s dowdy expression in Absolutely Fabulous, and that of a frustrated, "but non-retarded" Mary Cherry. Egads. And so it's Friday. And on some self-inflicted saving-money-and-beer-drinking-reducing campaign, I'm staying in. My plan for the evening is to apply for jobs, to start Infinite Jest, to dye my hair and practice running in heels. Instead, I spend far too much time playing the DJ in my room whilst having a stockinged feet groove. At some point, I have to turn the music up a notch as my flatmates begin having sex in the bath. Don't worry though, they're getting married. I really don't know how much longer I want to stay here. But it seems a shame to leave my room o' coolness, especially since I've now got a lovely collage of Christopher Gorham up on my wall. Spunktastic. Noises on my mobile. Fears of yet another message from 'Muba the drunk and dishevelled follower of girls in stripy socks' are happily allayed as Australian pals send messages of love and drunken stupidity. I miss them. And decide to make mix tapes for them all. Which leads me to start making other random presents for anyone deemed worthy enough. It's all very Blue Peter, but the end results are fab. Finally, it becomes that time of the evening when I hatch plans and suddenly the next 48 hours promise to be filled with crush-stalking adventures, sojourns into photographic genius, hackey sac playage and general insanity. I promise myself that this will, truly, be a GREAT weekend, one which I can proudly relay to co-workers whilst they look befuddled and continue to confuse Fischerspooner with a greasy East End fish café. I am, genuinely, excited, but in my heart of hearts, I fear all plans will go awry as I'm sucked in by the Hollyoaks omnibus. At this point, it's 1.40am and in my sudden flit of wanting to do stuff, I'm tempted to call everyone I know in London and demand that they meet me in a 24 hour café in Soho. I want Earl Grey and conversation. I want to sit on the N55 and reply politely to the winos' ineffectual attempts at dialogue. Instead, I resign myself to reading shabubu and random online diaries, only to fall in love with the authors' prose before completely falling for the authors themselves. Gah. Unsuitable crushes - the bane of my life. xx Miss Marianna. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sat Jul 20 02:20:05 2002 From: hazygreyeyes at xxx.com (frith on the hills) Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2002 18:20:05 -0700 Subject: Sinister: Storytelling... Message-ID: omigod! i finally got around to seeing that film last night, and here's my opinion: what in the hell were both todd solondz and belle and sebastian POSSIBLY thinking?!! i thought that piece of tripe was the biggest waste of $3.50 that i've ever dropped for a rental. well, not quite, but damn awful close. there was not one redeeming quality to that film WHATSOEVER except for the songs of b&s featured, which really didn't account for enough to sit through the damn thing. i think i'd have done just fine to fast-forward to the end credits just to hear the new song and been just fine with that alone. and i LOVE all that is belle and sebastian AND todd solondz heretofore. what a pretentious, boring, useless and totally offensive film. and not offensive because of content, i think that's what he was aiming for--to be all avant-garde by being as utterly un-p.c. as possible, which i'm all for generally speaking, but this??? it was just trite and long and dry and pointless. the ONLY point made was that "ewww, i can be all shocking 'n' stuff", and really he wasn't at all. why on earth did b&s get their hands dirty with that garbage? chris _________________________________________________________________ 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 rob_brennan at xxx.uk Sat Jul 20 03:03:03 2002 From: rob_brennan at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Robert=20Brennan?=) Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2002 03:03:03 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: for your pleasure Message-ID: <20020720020303.39947.qmail@web10503.mail.yahoo.com> TOO MUCH CHEESECAKE TOO SOON The week started badly. An attempt to force myself into my suit trousers (bought 3 years ago) ended in aching arms, a near hernia and ruptured kidneys. Oh! To be that beautiful thin indie boy again. But then I wouldn't have enjoyed all that beer and those pies. Lose weight or shell out for a new suit? Not sure which would be the least painful. OLD MONEY'S BETTER THAN NEW? They never made a wedding list. The invitation said 'we'd rather have your presence than your presents'. My mum mentioned they were going for a city break on the continent as a honeymoon so I shoved some Euros inside the card. For those of you living outside the UK, the Euro's been in the news a bit here lately due to the 'No!' campaign commissioning a deeply offensive advert comparing the single currency to the 3rd Reich. Tossers. A country's worth is measured by its culture, achievements and its contribution to the international community - not who's picture it puts on the money. The Euro is BLUDDY GRATE anyway - I'd love to be able to bugger off to France and not have to change any money. NO MENTION IN THE LATEST TRIBUNE Loudly cursing all taxis, I arrived at the reception late. The groom hadn't seen me for about ten years and barely recognised me with my beard and trendy cropped hair. She looked fetching in her waistcoat and silk tie. Back in 'the day', she was 'my cousin Lisa' - about the only relative with whom I could have deep & lengthy arguments on religion and science. In our time we've believed in both. Now we're both grown up and she was celebrating her commitment with Judy (Lisa & Judy - the recurring B&S girl's names to give this post some pretence of relevance). Along with a hundred or so friends and relatives who understood perfectly well that here were two people who were truly in love - and that was well worth celebrating with cheezy 70s/80s music. The ceremony had gone swimmingly. The celebrant had spoken movingly about how mutually shared love was real & good whether or not it was recognised by religion or law. At the reception I was saddened to think of the number of people I had heard of (and sometimes known personally) who opposed that viewpoint. People who truly believe that this kind of love was 'wrong', 'sinful' or 'immoral'. Bollocks to them - they're just idiots. The two people who twirled in each other's arms while various kids chased each other around during the First Dance were the only two people in the world - joyously in love for their families and friends to see. Nothing could possibly be wrong about that. AND DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU: Dancing with your mum to Robbie Williams. Robster __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From misguidedtrousers at xxx.uk Sat Jul 20 18:24:00 2002 From: misguidedtrousers at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Dean=20Gillon?=) Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2002 18:24:00 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: What i know about postmodernism Message-ID: <20020720172400.65695.qmail@web14403.mail.yahoo.com> Top of the morning to you good good people. The answer is Foucault of course. ho ho, well I thought it was funny in a "aren't I a pretentious twat" type of way. Instead of talking about what I've been up to, lets talk about YOU dear reader. How are you? would you like a nice cup of tea, I'll make it, I insist. I think I've got some lovely biscuits too in that cupboard under the sink. Chocolate Hob-Knobs or some such. Hmmm, that doesn't really work does it. Just doing up my tape for the tree thingy. Demons by SFA is such a tip-top tune you just can't leave it off really. And a little animals that swim too for good measure. ATS are one of my favourite bands in terms of lyrics. They're right up there with the Smiths i think, but whereas the mighty Moz-God sang about teenage angst and feeling a bit miserable, ATS tend to sing about blokes with horses in their flats and giving drunken priests "a good thrashing in a car park". And if that's not genius I don't know what is. I'm bored. Anyone fancy a pint? I might go and watch a bit of telly, I hear Sky has got the rights to this years origami championship live from Tokyo. Apparently it's paper view though. I think I best leave now. Have fun, and if any Americans can enlighten me as to what the buggery "cooties" are, I'd be most grateful. Apparently you get them from kissing, but I've never known what they are. I might be wrong but are they like lice or something? Loads of love Dean __________________________________________________ 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 wpsalt at xxx.com Sun Jul 21 12:49:19 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Sun, 21 Jul 2002 12:49:19 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Stuart's Granolithic Message-ID: <20020721124919.A32022@candle.btinternet.com> He is, you know. It says so in shiny brass letters on some of the pavements round here. Stuart's granolithic. Like a big statue, I assume. Anyway. Do you remember, months and months ago, I posted a Sinister Questionnaire? Some of you answered, and now the answers are all up on the web for you to read! So, if you want to know which Sinister boy claims to be straight even though his first kiss was with another boy, which listee was fired two days into a new job for drinking rum in the toilets, and which listee's most embarrassing Sinister moment was the time they posted to the list begging for money, there's only one thing to do. Go to http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/txt/siniq.html I hope you like it. If you're struck by a sudden urge to answer the questions yourself, you still can. I'll put the answers up there too. xx caitlin -- http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/ "When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position." - Matthew Henderson, on the Sinister mailing list. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From fbrito at xxx.br Sun Jul 21 18:56:24 2002 From: fbrito at xxx.br (Fernando Brito) Date: Sun, 21 Jul 2002 14:56:24 -0300 Subject: Sinister: They are coming... they are coming!! Message-ID: ... no, they are not Belle et Sebastién (just for you, Fleur!)... they are DAMON AND NAOMI!!! WOO-HOO!!! I'm so happy, I'm gonna be so sad! They're coming to Sao Paulo next month! They're my second favorite band, after B&S, of course! I think I have some inclination for bands with compound names, like B&S, Damon and Naomi, Echo & the Bunnymen, ...AND You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead! And I'm confused... guess who's also coming to Sao Paulo? The Gentle Waves! But, wait a minute, isn't it only Isobel now? As far as I know the Gentle Waves are members of Belle & Sebastian plus a couple of other musicians... how come that they still exist after Isobel left the Band? I mean, alright, she probably called other people to play with her, but are they still the Gentle Waves? I've read somewhere that she wanted to do everything with her own name now, so I thought the Gentle Waves was over... Anyway, she's coming and I'll finally have a chance to check her arse, which in fact I've never seen! For those who have read my answer to the "have you ever done it?" question in Amy & Caitlin's questionaire... I don't want my answer to be changed now, it was true when it was posted and it should remain as such, but if I could write that third stanza again I would be happy & proud to write it this way: Is it sex with love? Then YES! Is it kissing with love? Then YES! Is it touching with love? Then YES! Actually love is almost everything in my life lately... somewhat unrequited love, but at least I feel something, right?! Now I only have to have sex with a man, an animal and a tree! Any sugestions?! Just kidding, guys... I'm straight, without any prejudice... Besides, no offence to the beasts of Sinister, but if I had to choose I would have sex with a tree! A banana tree to be more precise... they're so soft and understanding... Talking about dirty stuff... I wanted to share an experience I had a couple of weeks ago involving marijuana and Sonic Youth... but I don't know if our list mummies would like to see it here... so I just want you to know that it was GRAAAAAAATE, MAN! Kisses and hugs, Fernando Brito +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From strawberry_boy at xxx.be Mon Jul 22 08:38:50 2002 From: strawberry_boy at xxx.be (olivier) Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2002 09:38:50 +0200 Subject: Sinister: i'm ashamed of my profession.. Message-ID: <002501c23152$d2729880$253675d9@teledisnet.be> hello, my name's olivier and i like trees.. this post is pure list abuse.. if you're going to haldern festival in august, there will certainly be like a sinister meeting.. if you want to make new friends, i advise you to join this mailing list : http://groups.yahoo.com/group/haldern2002/ i graduated last month and my grand-mother is very proud of me.. i'm quite relieved i won't have to go to my university again and see my classmates.. i don't think they will miss me anyway.. i've spent the month of july sleeping, haunting the #sinister chatroom, watching nice tv programs like conan the barbarian and taking pictures of the horizon from the bathroom's window.. there is always that couple of birds who sit every morning on the ht-wires to see the sunrise.. i think their names are belle and sebastian [content], here is a picture of them : http://users.teledisnet.be/web/men01821/sr_2_.jpg (belle is on the left) this summer, i have decided to reward myself with a trip to scotland.. i'm landing in glasgow this wednesday afternoon.. i'll be travelling from belgium alone and probably looking for company.. i've planned to visit as many places as possible.. email me if you live in scotland and are interested in meeting me.. i'm not as popular as ken chu but i can be friendly and polite.. [if you have a roof to share, it's even better] .. i suppose i will be attending the edinburgh picnic, sitting in a corner and smiling shily.. dimitra told me as well about that big party (whose name or date i don't remember) taking place in glasgow.. on my road map i've also ticked off places like dundee (hello rachel) and inverness.. i'd like to see the highlands too.. send your suggestions to strawberryboy at teledisnet.be .. there has just been an earthquake here.. my screen was shaking, that was scary.. i didn't cry.. i will have posted finally.. thank you for reading.. *waves* olivier, strawberry boy http://users.teledisnet.be/web/men01821/tulipe/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From snyggtwee at xxx.com Mon Jul 22 10:56:30 2002 From: snyggtwee at xxx.com (paisley pants) Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2002 09:56:30 +0000 Subject: Sinister: every hour kills a flower Message-ID: Hi there. This weekend, my friend and I told another friend of ours to not touch us. She always says that she needs touch and that she needs our love, but it wasn't love then, if it was ever. I don't know exactly how I feel about being touched and all. Sometimes I give people hugs if I feel inclined, or else not. But my friend and I talked about it. He likes being touched a lot, and also touching other people. But he only wants to touch certain people that he likes. And I asked him if touching someone who didn't want it would feel just as good, and he made a face and said no. It seems gross to me, too. So I said we should tell her not to touch us anymore. Understand that she is a large person and irresponsible, too. She's had accidents with us. She launched herself at me in a video store, and sent me to the floor. And she got strange then, too, lying on me like that. My other friend with the red hair wanted to help me up, and my large friend would not let her. She just kept shoving me back on the floor when I tried to get up, and put her knee down on my crotch. That hurt. When she let me up, she said she was just kidding. My friend with the red hair was opening the door once to her house, and my large friend was playing with the door and pretending not to let her in. But then she started slamming it with all her might. She didn't know my red haired friend's foot was in the door. But it was so bad again, because we were all yelling from the outside, and she couldn't hear us for a long long time. And my friend's foot got hurt, and my large friend said she couldn't hear us shouting from the other side. There are just too many of those kinds of things happening around her. Between the three of us, my small friend and my red haired friend and me, we decided to tell her to stop. We told her before. She used to try to put her tongue in my mouth or lick my face, and I didn't like it. It was like when she had me on the floor at the shop. Not loving, but hostile. Like she wanted to do something to me, and she was going to do it whether I wanted it or not, and she seemed to like being able to force it on me. So when we were talking one night, I asked her to stop the wet kissing. She said I was being mean and unloving towards her. But the way I've come to fear her, she's not so much a friend as a bully. A creepy kind of bully, like a mother who should take care of you but then throws a bottle at your head. The kissing did stop, and I was glad. But last week my small friend came to pick me up from work, and he was hurting very badly because she tripped him on the stairs for a joke and he has a bad knee. He was hit by a drunk driver when he was a kid, and sometimes his knee hurts even without outside interference. I was so angry. She knew he had a bad knee. And he'd lost his old cane, so we had to go get him a new one, and a wrist brace because his wrist is imperfectly healed, too, and landing on it had hurt. Thankfully, we'd just gotten his painkiller prescription filled, so he had those. But he couldn't seem to take enough of them to feel alright. He had to be careful not to overdose. He'd asked her not to touch him, and sometimes he says "No" and "Stop" when she reaches for him. It makes me feel awkward, because if he was a girl and she was a boy, I'd have hit my large friend already for bothering my small friend. How can she call it affection when it hurts people, and they back away and tell her to stop? But she didn't again on Friday and lunged at him for a hug. And his knee slipped further. We all sat down and tried to work out how to talk to her. It's more complicated now because she's living in a house with most of my friends. I was invited to move in, but I sensed that she wouldn't be good for me to live with and said no, thanks. But my red haired friend and my small friend both live with her. They can't just avoid her. They have to worry about getting hurt. She says she's just a bouncy silly little puppy who needs a lot of petting. But I think she needs to be housetrained before she destroys everything. I was so angry when my small friend's knee got knocked off again. So angry that he was getting hurt and not protecting himself better. At the same time, I know it's hard even for me to protect myself. Maybe because I just feel that it's better for me to get hurt than to have to deal with someone who is so unpredictably harmful. Anyway. We managed it. And for some reason, when we told her not to touch anyone who said "No," she ran out of the room crying. I don't think she's going to change. What was she crying for? She's not the one who got hurt. I think it's the ones who got hurt who are trying to change. Fucks with a limp, paisley _________________________________________________________________ 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 Mon Jul 22 20:43:01 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2002 12:43:01 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: 300 dollar dictionaries are big Message-ID: <20020722194301.76559.qmail@web12405.mail.yahoo.com> dear sinister, how is everyone doing? my new vice --the headache-- is still being a bastard, but i hope that none of you have one right now and that everything else is completely wonderful. half of my summer classes are done. well, one out of two. so only two more weeks of school. for now. sigh. my grandma yelled at me the other afternoon because my stomach was hurting. i have been sleeping a lot more now that the english class is over and having suuuper ouchie stomach problems. stress. it's a bad thing. so i get yelled at because i'm stressed out. at least it's not as mad as she would be if i came home with bad grades... anyway, at work, i found this big huge $300 dictionary. i mentioned to the other girl up there with me that it was beautiful. she fully laughed at me and called me weird. for someone who reads her sex books, it's fine by me. i don't care if i'm weird. and besides, is it really that weird to think that words are pretty? i didn't think so. i'm sorry that this post is such crap, but i'm a bit hungover. as many times as i say that i will never drink again, put me in a bar (in california) that still lets you smoke inside and that has tons of the cure in the juke box...i'm a lush. anyway, i think i do have a point to this post. i need help with a strange situation:: my friends sonia and steve are married. sonia has a daughter from when she was a teen and together they have 2 boys. so three kids all together, because her daughter thinks steve is her real dad (which he kinda is in a way). alright, so sonia and steve live in the town where my parents live and i haven't seen them in a while, having moved an hour away with no car. well, one night a few months ago, steve called me drunk on my cell phone from his brothers house. uummm... which is the best way to um...get your friend's husband off the phone while he insists on saying inappropriate, but not dirty, things, while he's drunk...? well, i never told sonia. should i have? this is already his second marriage and they are jehovah's witnesses and so that also would complicate things. he had tried to call a few times after that and i jus didn't answer the phone. i think he might be an alcoholic actually. then sonia called me a coupla weeks ago. really pissed at me. snapping and talking rudely to me. i felt bad, but in the process of not knowing what to do about steve, i stopped calling her because i freaked out. i miss the childhood innocence of not knowing a difference between knowing what's right and actually doing what's right. do things really have to be this complicated? it's just been weighing on my mind for some time now and maybe by some weird chance, one of you has been in a similar situation and can give me some advice... thanks for reading as my posts go deeper and deeper into the pooper as i feel poopier and poopier... love, sara ===== all the people'd stare as if we were both quite insane someday my name and his are going to be the same __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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 Tue Jul 23 01:15:30 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 00:15:30 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Boniless of the middle distance boner Message-ID: Hey, Fernado Brito said something about the Gentle Waves, and wondered how she can still be in it after quitting B&S. I don't know much about the Gentle Waves at all but I do believe that The Gentle Waves is, and always has been an Isobel Campbell production.. and the rest of B&S did use to do a lot of the instruments playing for them too, being all friends and that. The fact that the albums and singles have Isobel's face all over the covers prolly kinda gives the game away, too. My main man Dean Dillon talked about SFA, am I just weird (yes) or does SFA ever remind any of you of Southern Fried Chicken? I don't know why, it's not even the same abbreviation. Still, finger lickin' good. Would their businesses go as well if they advertised the chicken as Super Furry Chickens? Yay, it's been a week and I still have my job, and so fingers crossed I can settle down for a bit, and concentrate on pulling. I must say I look rather dashing in my suit type clothings. Albeit a very dashing looking twat. However, I just had a look on the crush page earlier and remembered that no one has sent me a crush vote for agggges. :( And Yay I live in London now and I love it, this afternoon I was at work and for lunch I can go to CHINATOWN on foot, how good is that? Well it's pretty good, and what's even better is I went to a place called Lee Ho Fook for some good Lee Ho Fookin', brilliant. Ho Fooks and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: Now that B&S have signed to Rough Trade, I wonder if the answers to the treasure hunt clues will be revealed any time soon... P.S.2.: Will there ever be a B&S/Moldy Peaches collaboration? X-Box: I wanna Playstation 2 still! _________________________________________________________________ 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 ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Tue Jul 23 01:26:14 2002 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 01:26:14 +0100 Subject: Sinister: i am a berk In-Reply-To: Message-ID: Being a technological berk of the lowest order, I've just wiped the How Does It Feel mailing list. Yes, well done me. So if you joined via a tweetest submission and would like to stay informed of what's going on in the world of How Does It Feel To Be A Computer Idiot, then please email me. Hand meet forehead. 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. 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Message-ID: <20020723134058.50170.qmail@web9806.mail.yahoo.com> hello, i�m writing this at work. i�m all alone right now, those two men are on holiday and i just share this room with one girl, but she�s on lunch. so far i�ve listened to this one song by �death cab for cutie� (those mp3 things), i like them. i haven�t really heard many of their songs though, but i�ve liked the ones i�ve heard. �company calls� was one of them and it was really good. then i listened to aberdeen�s �sink or float�and �driver� they�re really good and trembling blue stars, i listened them too. it�s good though that i got to hear to something elsa than that station �nrj�, cos the girl who�s here too wants to listen to it and i don�t dare to say that i don�t really like the music that they play. i�ve heard eminem probably like 10 times today. i�ve got a flu. it�s not so bad anymore. yesterday it was really bad, i got these hot flushes and my eyes watered. it was terrible. i haven�t been speaking that much anymore to that boy i wrote about last time. i kind of feel a bit embarrased, cos i asked him whether he watched �gilmore girls�, but he didn�t have a tv. it was just because they played rammstein on it. i just felt so embarrased afterwards so that i�ve been sort of avoiding him, and now it�s good though, cos i don�t have to be a guide anymore (i work in a science centre), i just translate stuff. but he did speak about funny things too, like how his granddad drove over a reindeer once, and how reindeers ate all the flowers in their summer cottage. that�s funny. that bully man said last week, when i was having my coffee break, to this another girl, how he and the other man always tease me because i�m so quite. and that i probably cry at home, cos i have to come here. but then he said that they were just being friendly or something. it�s still annoying, and so far i have said almost nothing during those dreadful coffee breaks, so that bothers me too, but i don�t care anymore so much. i better stop now. i fear that someone will come here and see that i�m just writing emails, but everybody writes emails at work. byebye, yours, puluxxx __________________________________________________ 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 ferrisfubar at xxx.com Tue Jul 23 15:13:21 2002 From: ferrisfubar at xxx.com (comicbookalice) Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 07:13:21 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: adjectives on the typewriter In-Reply-To: <20020723134058.50170.qmail@web9806.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20020723141321.18471.qmail@web11505.mail.yahoo.com> hellllllo world i haven't written to sinister in a year. i think i've gotten shorter in many ways... my hair has gotten shorter, my confidence has gotten shorter, and when i stand next to my friends, i need to look up. certainty was never an option and each questioning minute flickered eyelids by. Open and it's dusk and you're driving. Close and you find yourself sleeping on an unfamiliar floor. you're not a writer, you're an eccentric detailer. and your skill isn't people, it's characters created from their faces in your mind. it's true what they say about the senses. blindness and you squint your useless eyes to concentrate on the every sound. deaf and each touch consists of millions of sensation separate from one another. stillness produces a blur of finger lifting air to move hair from eyelashes. and why does all this matter to you? because you want the world, and everything in it. ...i wouldn't know how to explain this to you... .even if, with every two fingers feeling pulse, i wanted to. with as much confidence as i can muster, alice virginia p.s. soleil, all over you. warm sun. > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing > list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To > unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe > sinister-digest" to > majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: > http://www.missprint.org/sinister > +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, > looper +-+ > +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly > deranged fanbase" +-+ > +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME > April 2000 +-+ > +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - > NME May 2000 +-+ > +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - > NME June 2001 +-+ > +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa > +-+ > +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! > +-+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ ===== seasons rise and set(bitter switching sweet) flashing brightly colored changes while out our searching eyes meet switching looks and lives and ages __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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 flynn60102 at xxx.com Wed Jul 24 04:47:12 2002 From: flynn60102 at xxx.com (howard shady) Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 20:47:12 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: I was saved by rock and roll Message-ID: <20020724034712.35970.qmail@web12501.mail.yahoo.com> Well well well...after a long month of struggling and dealing with stuff that I never in my entire life thought I would have to deal with. It all finally came to a close on saturday night. I haven't been to a show in ages and have been going through some tuff stuff. A few friends of mine came up with the idea of takin me along to the Alejandro Escovedo show along with the Drive By Truckers. Finally the one that that could bring me out of my crusty little shell was the sound of LOUD ROCK GUITARS!!! My ears haven't been beaten like that in ages and for once I was actually thankful for it. There is nothing like watching a bunch of PBR drinkin southern fellas with axes on 11(thats one louder than 10) to drive the demons out of someone. At first I was a little aprehensive about the whole thing but about two songs into the set I was bouncin around like a 16yr old kid in 1976 with those funky pants that my big brother used to wear and just wishing I had a better do on my head to fling around. It's quite possible that the beers I had been indulging in helped me out a bit, but it was so well worth it. That bein said, I've been a music dork for a long long time and its been quite a while since I've had that out of body experience from a live show. For a few hours on saturday I was a kid again and loving every sweaty, smokey and cheap beer induced minute of it. So if anyone has that not so fresh feeling on life go out and see some live music. It helped me and it could help you too....hehehe. thanx for reading that pile.....AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT I'm heading to the UK in september.....LONDON AND SHEFFIELD to be exact. If there are any of you from those parts drop me a line offlist. I could use some tips and what not for my travels. Maybe even meet a few of you all while I"m there....Please dont be shy....Help a little Chicago area fella out on this one. Thanx for listening all.....I'm back to my work here. > > RAymond H. Humphrey __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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 lostbs at xxx.com Wed Jul 24 13:43:07 2002 From: lostbs at xxx.com (Helen Beltrame) Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 09:43:07 -0300 Subject: Sinister: Back and saying HELLO! Message-ID: Hi there Sinister. It's been a while... Hope all is well with you boys and girls. Storytelling just got to Brasil a month ago, so I must ask you how do you like it. You have probably discussed this for ages, but still, I'd make good use of some (private) comments. Are there more brazilians now at Sinister? So we could do our own picnic... Waiting for contact! That's it, folks! Helen _________________________________________________________________ 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 esme at xxx.com Wed Jul 24 17:18:37 2002 From: esme at xxx.com (ee fumblings) Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 17:18:37 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: haikus revealed // weeks twentyeight // two thousand and two Message-ID: Hello! I'm gazing out the window through my new blue rimmed spectacles. Chicks didn't even know it. MISS MARIANNA: "Glamour Girls" is great. I always assumed that was him. Chicks on Speed are, quite simply, the tits. Our table was the amusingly titled Rah, Rah Rasputeenz. Subject: Sinister: Reporting back. from the top of Primrose hill.still. I danced a bit to some great records. And then it was hometime. I was thinking how that always happens and thumbs are a bit rubbish. A good friend of mine had his heart broken by a girl this very day. I've been burning time. Then it hit me to get out of America. I'm the happiest I've been in so long at the same time. I hate this. A more romantic person would follow their heart and stay with the girl. I forsee a lot of downtime in those days, and they need to be filled. Hey there! Over here! Crouched low and listening... I sit here in this place... Each one of them has been the one* until something better came along. There have been little things I've thought of, noticed, and mentally noted. See work can be fun. At home, I've updated my personal web site. DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU: Dancing with your mum to Robbie Williams. How are you? would you like a nice cup of tea, I'll make it, I insist. YES! Actually love is almost everything in my life lately... I would have sex with a tree! A banana tree to be more precise... // ee // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From theboywiththemiddleeasternstrap at xxx.uk Wed Jul 24 17:57:19 2002 From: theboywiththemiddleeasternstrap at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Thomas=20Henderson?=) Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 17:57:19 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: swimming is one solution but i don't like the look of the water Message-ID: <20020724165719.27438.qmail@web20603.mail.yahoo.com> hello i hope will has some sort of copyright/ royalties gig on the go, i think he's already won the prize for best analogy of the year. i feel shitty, i started this summer job the other week and it's awful, aparently i'm being arrogant, at least according to my (soon to be ex) girlfriend. according to her i think the job is below me, which i don't. i just hate it because i can't get no uhu (job) satisfaction. sorry but i don't ask for much do i? i prefer working with the public, ,at least then you have a chance to brighten up someones day just a little. so yes she's going to finish with me because i can't hold down a job. some of you may find this rwally ironic (re: my previous girlfriend posts) but last weekend something special hapened, for the first time in ten months we similtaneously loved each other with all of our hearts, which is wuite an achievement really. but then it all went funny the other morning, we woke up and while she got ready and i lay in bed i simply said "i don't want to go to work tonight, i hate that place" then she fell out with me. today she emailed me to say she supposed it was over. then she mentioned the money again. although this is not quite the top five things which laura may (and did) tell gill about rob in high fidelity it's close especially this money issue. she said i didn't need to give her the money back as long as i just left her alone. she reckons that if i can't stay in a job that i despise then i have no longevity in anything, especially in a relationship. i've not really been bad to her ever, i try my best. if she goes then i may go take a dip in the sea. i can't handle both these things at once. the job thing has completely drained me and made me feel awful anyway and now i need to deal with my love. i said to her earlier i had toothache, i asked her then if she was ending it, i figured if i was taking painkillers i may as well find out how many i needed to take. no amount of painkillers could stop the pain of her leaving. i hope she doesn't. the toothache is bad, i had this root canal done about 18 months ago and the dentist made a complete and utter c*nt of it, amongst other things. i'm glad i'm a poor student and didn't need to pay for it, if i'd paid for it i'd be even more unhappy. i could just tell her to piss off i suppose and use the money i was going to give her to pay off my debt to come through to embra this weekend for the picnic. but no. i shouldnt. sorry. i noticed it's been a little quiet recently, except for the people who have returned after long absences, to them welcome back. to everyone else i suppose you'll all start posting again in the fear that i might again soon. so shoutouts to brian and gordon and lucy and idles and gail and will and everyone else except gav for not respecting my choice to have gareth gates inspired hair now and again. i saw two sini-folk in superdrug on sauchiehall street last friday, i know i met you before but didn't really speak to you at the picnics but hiya anyway. luv thomas x. ps: all the spelling and grammar mistakes were deliberate so shut it, right?!!?! __________________________________________________ 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 benapps at xxx.com Wed Jul 24 21:45:57 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 21:45:57 +0100 Subject: Sinister: LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA MEET UP. ANYONE? Message-ID: Well crap, hell, doody, boob on a shingle. So if ANYONE else is interested me and Rachel Fruitloop and Sara Bus Stoppers are having a little meet up on Saturday at 3pm at Santa Monica Palisades park. We'll be standing under the big sign that says 'Boats, Fishing and stuff' (or something) on the entrance to the pier. We'll be easy to spot courtesy of Rachel's blue hair. Email me or just turn up! I'm gonna bring my newly created Star Wars Lego Chess Set which really is the dogs proverbials! and food and drink which will be freely available to all revellers. Ack I've just somehow put a crick in me neck So I feel like Johnny 5 from short circuit. I find myself involuntarily launching into a monologue along the lines of: You know I reek! With my games freedom pass I've had zero time to shower myself with BOOM tough acting Tinactin, Limasol can't say that, NO WAY. That's right, our claim representitives are standing by 24 hours a day. Great a talking geiko! AAAAAARRRRGGHHH! Yes I'm spending a lot of time watching daytime cable TV. Um, anyone else who bought the Flaiming Lips new record notice how track 1 sounds like Cat Stevens/Boyzone "Father and Son"? No, just me then. Here's a fun game you can play: Tap out the melody to a Belle and Sebastian song on a friend's arm, while you sing the same song silently to yourself. No humming though, that's cheating. A shout out to my little bro who my mother tells me might be heading out to hook up with the SUDAN Sinister massive for a year! Cheerio and summers wasting Ben 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 hobart at xxx.uk Wed Jul 24 21:56:15 2002 From: hobart at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 21:56:15 +0100 Subject: Sinister: she's gone Message-ID: <003a01c23354$bb693960$8aa6193e@default> (hello everyone. this was going to be a mail about something else, but then it wasn't. so it isn't. such is life xx ian) ------------------------------------------------------------------- this is a cartoon, so the sails don't flap in the wind. they waggle up and down, the ship pitches violently, and occasionally the tide wobbles, as if it were moving. it isn't very convincing. but its enough for the boy sitting on the pier. he's tired. tired of many things. tired of sadness, tired of dreaming... but, most of all, tired of looking for his dog. he lost her. and he doesn't think she's ever coming back. moving awkwardly, the way cartoon boys do, he pulls his knees up against his chin and whispers 'she's gone' to the breeze to noone in particular. he hopes that his words will be carried somewhere, to a desert island where a sad girl sits all alone, dreaming of a cartoon lover. but they aren't. they sink, into the ocean, as such words often do. (most of the time, this is fortunate. it is the best place for them. people who whisper words out to sea generally do not want a reply) he remembers how they used to sit here together, watching the same ship sailing, day after day, going nowhere in particular, just pitching, violently, and waggling its sails. in his world. in his magical cartoon world, where nothing ever changed. and now? 'she's gone.' he believes he can cope without her. he even believes he might be stronger without her. but he'll never be the same again. the sky shines the same pale blue it always shines. sebastian stands, stares out at the sea for a moment longer, and goes to meet his new friends at the end of the pier, where he steps out of the cartoon, into the sharpness of a Real World. everything has changed, as it must. and somewhere, on a long-forgotten beach, belle the dog licks idly at a gentle wave before turning, and stepping gingerly back up the sand. alone. and, perhaps, happier that way. 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 idleberry at xxx.com Wed Jul 24 23:06:03 2002 From: idleberry at xxx.com (idleberry) Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 15:06:03 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: Insensitivity a speciality. Oh, and another epic. Message-ID: <20020724220603.16322.qmail@web14605.mail.yahoo.com> there seems to be a lot of glum virtual faces at the moment in sinister. All with broken hearts and broken things to mend. So I thought I'd cheer you up with a joke I can remember, which seems strangely fitting right now. What with all the water and depressing references floating (excsue the pun) around at the moment. This is for anyone needing a smile. Q. Why did the dolphin commit suicide? A. Because it had lost its porpoise in life. Ahem. Well, while so many of you have lost your smiles, I lost my voice. I'M ON HOLIDAY! and guess what happened? as well as my hayfever going mental I got a heavy cold. Yesterday I was squeaking. Today I am coughing. And I got ill on my holidays. Ach well, I'll have more holidays. And probably more colds. Just ideally, not together. **************************************************** My parents are about to go on their annual trip to the North of Norway. For those of you who don't know, my mum is from the North of Norway. If you ever get out a map, you'll see it, its a place called Finmark. You want to find an island called Loppa. Her village is near there. I guess the easiest way to get an idea is if youlook at this map. http://www.ansi-turistservice.no/kart_ansi.htm I guess, I take a lot of things for granted. I was e mailing someone off list the other day, and telling them all about Norway. About the things you can see. Reindeer sitting at the side of the road, watching the cars go past. Sometimes you see a white reindeer, with pink velvet antlers. Or all the tunnels, going through the mountains. And the fiords. And the houses. The houses made of timber, and painted, usually in contrasting colours, with thick tar over the roof, rather than tiles (mostly.) so you might see a red house with white trim around the windows and roof overhang and the doors. And how you get some houses, in the south, which are maybe only one storey. And n the roofs, grows grass and small bushes or evn trees. And in the summer you can see goats grazing on the grass, cos hey, you wouldn't take a lawn mower up there. Or if you go up high in the mountains, and you get runners, and cyclists, and hikers, going up mountains higher than Ben Nevis. Through the snow walls, which even in summer might be over 7 foot high. And the glaciers you see, and the hotels. Some of the hotels remind me of the kind in James Bond Films, in ski resorts in the Swiss Alps. And then you get the old fashioned toilets, which I never liked. They're in these huts, you see, which are usually beautifully decorated, with hand painted wooden carvings and such, and a little net curtain over the window to hide your modesty. But these toilets. Basically, its a unit, like a wooden unit, across one side of the little hut. And it has a hole in it. And this hole goes into a pit. And sometimes you get communal toilets (Ally McBeal? pff. The Vikings were so ahead of their times). with lots of holes going into pits together. Anyway, me being me, I resented the fact that really, there was no flush mechanism. And the fear of falling through didn't bear thinking about. And the wildlife. The Elk, or moose, as people sometimes call them, get drunk. And go charging into cars. They eat rotten apples and this ferments in their stomachs. Thus, they get cider. And they get drunk. My mum is from a tiny little village in the far north, where people make their money from fishing mostly. You have to drive there, even if you flew to the nearest airport, you'd have to drive for about a day or so. And take the ferry, becuase its too mountainous to reach by road, and theres too many glaciers anyway. Then theres the 15km drive from the harbour to my grans old house. None of the buildings are old up there. The Nazis burnt them down, when they fled from the Russians at the end of the second world war, leaving thousands of people without a home. My aunt was born in a shed, and christened immediately, in the cold winter, beucase they didn't think she would survive. I think I read somewhere about a hundred people had to shelter under an upturned fishing boat that winter. There were no houses. No possessions. Nothing was left. So all the houses are pretty much of the same design, and same age. Sometimes, we'd go to my grans old childhood home.All thats left is the stones where the building was, and melted glass. And theres a rusting old German landing ship there too. I've never been brave enough to look inside though. So what is there to do in this tiny village? Theres one pub that seems to accidentally burn down every couple of years. No police. One health visitor. A post office, based in someones cellar, that is open between 10 - 4 week days, and closes at midday on a Saturday. It takes 5 - 10 days for post to get to this village. 5 days if its national mail, 10 days if its international. A little church yard, where all my ancestors are buried, and the graves face out to sea. In the winter, the clergyman puts a little candlelit lantern on the graves on Christmas Eve. well if you've got cable tv, great. If not? One channel. Comes into service at 6pm every night. NRK1. It shows all those wacky Brit hits, like Allo Allo! and Waiting For God. The presenters look stuck in the 1950s. Saturdays, as I recall, was Lollipop! which was this show, where people, usually older generations, got dressed up in teddy boy outfits and came onto the show, which had the set of this American 50's diner. And they did their best Norwegian Elvis impressions. After a while of no decent TV, it became a staple part of viewing. We used to go fishing. My uncle would take us out in my grandfathers rowing boat, and my cousin, who was a meanie, would dangle flapping fish in my hair. Or berry picking, in the mountains with my mum. And get eaten alive by the mygg (mosquitoes) and clegg (horsefly). Or swimming. I remember when I was about 15, me and this girl, Silje, cycling down to the lake at midnight. This was midnight sun territory, and in such a tiny vilage, there was no danger or crime at all. So we cycled down to the lake, and it was incredible, we sat on the decking, built by the local council for sunbathing, and wondered whether to go in. Just watching the steam rise from the lake, in the shadow of an enormous mountain, and you can see a glacier, glistening behind you in sunlight, the midnight sun that seems to bob on the horizon of the North. Being there, at midnight, when it is still warm enough only to need a t shirt and shorts. And realising that this is all 500 miles north of the artic circle. Thats a pretty incredible thing to consider. Silje was my childhood friend. Although I say friend very loosely. She was another kid who went to the same place, at the same time, and her mother and my aunt were childhood friends. She was a right old bossy boots. She used to come over, and I would try and bore her to death so she wouldn't drag me along on one of her ideas. Sometimes I'd go and hide in the woods. Or even the cellar if I was desperate. But she sought me out, found me, and it never dawned on her I was hiding from her. Her cousin was Pal in A-Ha, and she would always go on, and on, and on, and on, and on about him. When we got to fifteen though, her English had improved. And we found things in common to discuss, like boys, and music. She lked Take That, and Robbie Williams (she'd call him Wobbie Williams though) and I gave her some poster of Robbie I got with my summer issue of Just 17. She repaid me in turn, with a poster of Brett Anderson. And we bonded. I didn't try to hide from her, and I was quite sad when she left tht summer. It was a pretty good summer for both of us really, as friends. It never got better than that summer. It only deteriorated. But I remember we cycled down to the old primary school, that had been converted into flats. There was a seventeen year old boy living there, that she liked. And I sat under the flag pole in the playground, while she walked back and forth, showing me how the catwalk models sauntered, pouting and wiggling. Every so often she'd smile at me, and her eyes would light up, and she'd hiss "is he looking?" and that was my cue to flick my eyes, so carefully, to see if he was watching. We stayed there for about an hour, while she sauntered, back and forth, walking like the supermodels do on the catwalk, and I kept a look out for this poor bloke. We cycled down to the lake one day, me and Silje, and she was wearing this tiny bikini with a tiny white bathing robe over the top. I stuck to my shorts, t shirt and ever faithful Doc Marten boots and tortoiseshell John Lennon tyle sunglasses. She thought this guy would be there, and cycled in kitten heel mules. Given that most paths there are stoney, and aren't paths at all, more tracks, this seemed a little daft to me. But that was Silje. Going for the glamour puss knock-em dead approach. She did it all. The loud laugh, as if someone had said something fantastically witty. The bright red lipstick when she was going up into the mountains. The french hair roll thing to go to the minimarket and buy butter for her mum. Just in case she saw him. I remember him still, from the once or twice I spied him. He had very blonde hair, all spikey. And he was quite thin and lean, but really tanned. And Silje, she always reminded me of younger Diana Rigg. But this guy never seemed that impressed. Not even when Silje took to doing Cartwheels. In her bikini. She was always a bit of a show off. When she was young, she said she wanted to be Danish,like her dad. When she was 19, she met a boy from Mexico or Brazil or somewhere like that, and learnt Spanish, and went to Latin nights, to shake her thang. She wanted to emmigrate with him back to South America. She was never quite happy with who she was, or being Norwegian. She was always bossy. And if she fell out with someone (usually, when we were kids, her cousin Karen) I wasn't allowed to be friends with Karen either. But I ignored Silje and saw Karen anyway. And Silje would want me to report back. And there was never anything to say to her. And when we were older, when I went to Norway to go to uni, Silje said I couldn't be friends with certain people. And when I told her I wasn't playing childish games anymore, and I'd choose my own friends on their own merits despite her history with them, she never spoke to me again. Those friends are past and gone now, and those people are left behind in my life. Not going to tell Silje that though. When she ignores me, its easier than having to hide. ;) Love idles ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better http://health.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 theboywiththemiddleeasternstrap at xxx.uk Thu Jul 25 09:17:02 2002 From: theboywiththemiddleeasternstrap at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Thomas=20Henderson?=) Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 09:17:02 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: i was looking for a job and then i found a job Message-ID: <20020725081702.23704.qmail@web20606.mail.yahoo.com> hello, heavens knows i'm miserable now. she said the ultimatum again last night, if i leave the job i can forget her too. i need to be miserable to be happy. i asked her if i made her unhapppy, she said yes. i asked her if she would be more unhappy without me, she said shed get over it. i thought this translated to she would be happier without me. aparently not. she cried this morning when she dropped me off. she was shouting at me because she was going to be late to pick up the other girl for work. she stopped outside my house and i went to get out then she asked for a peck on the cheek, i obliged. she cried. i thought about it last night, doing it. it's something i could never do. i only thought about it. i said i'd do it. people who say they'll do it never do. my gran tried to do it once, she was one who threatened it too. she knew what she was doing. she knew she wasn't doing it right. she took a lot of valium, she knew they'd only make her sleep, and not eternaly. she knew what she was doing. so i'll not be swimming, i'll just be hanging around at the harbour waiting on my little own water taxi to come pick me up, you never know quite when they're going to come for you. oh well, for the speciffic attention of anyone who remembers: even if the dolphin had lost it's porpoise in life, what would you prefer dolphins or jam? re: jokes; q what happens if you put whiskey on your lawn? a it grows half cut. q how did darth vader know what luke skywalker was getting for his christmas? a he felt his pressence a(2) for people who already know the joke) he's his dad of course he knows what he got for christmas oh well, i'm off to be sad and eyeore like again i quite like that actually. luv eyeore, in a smiths tshirt tom 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 christopher.leonard1 at xxx.com Thu Jul 25 11:38:40 2002 From: christopher.leonard1 at xxx.com (christopher.leonard1 at xxx.com) Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 10:38:40 +0000 Subject: Sinister: A reminder for radio 1 tonight Message-ID: <20020725103840.WLAK23840.mta03-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100.63]> Hey! Just a reminder that Belle and Sebastian are live on radio 1 tonight see, http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/alt/johnpeel/thisweek/20020722_peel.shtml#sess3 . You can listen to it on the modern interweb and everything. I trust all is well with you, Chris Leonard www.sleekasounds.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From foranotherdream at xxx.com Thu Jul 25 18:02:14 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 10:02:14 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: life is confusing, but saturday is nothing but fun Message-ID: <20020725170214.60538.qmail@web12407.mail.yahoo.com> hi all :) i hate it when this happens. i had so many a thing that i wanted to write, and now i can't remember. uber-lame. well, maybe then i should just push the whole picnic thing then. GO. To. The. PICNIC. ! rachel has blue hair, and mine is an orangy-red color thing. like rainbow bright and her crew, or maybe the care bears without all the fur. i'm even going to wear my floppy white hat. i think. know what else is weird? i have been missing almost everyone lately. my parents were in town for their eye doctor appointments and so we went to dinner the other night, on my lunch break from work. when they were leaving, i didn't want to let go of them. that has never happened in my whole life. it was weird. but nice. part of it too might be because my mother and i are having health problems and i'm really worried about her. she is diabetic. the doctor told her that her eyes were hemorroging (how the hell do you spell that?) and such. we told each other that we are worried about each other. we told each other not to worry. but i'm your mother. but i'm your daughter. that night, i felt like making up for the 21 years lost. the 21 years of "hating" my mom. i want to make it up to her. she's kinda sick, with no cure. she even made a pubic hair joke. my mom is awesome. also, i miss people that are in my life, but far away. or not far away. or even people i have never met, but i miss them too. going through this new phase of learning...learning my country's fucked up history, a bit of anarchy, and a bit of the bullshit family 'stuff'...it's kinda like a painful adolesence. kinda. i'm not a terrorist. i'm not an anarchist. and i don't think i completely hate my family. i think that i just hate the disgusting parts of history that never should have happened. i think that human nature (the whole nobody's perfect argument) fucks good theories and ideas up. and i hate family 'politics'. i'm reading: "a people's history of the united states" and "days of war, nights of love" and "h.p. and the sorceror's stone". i'm going crazy. (i don't really know where harry potter fits in with getting my head fucked with, but i'm reading it all the same.) and i'm female. i have the hormones and normal female bitchiness-craziness to deal with too. sigh. at least i'm not a boy. being a girl can be fun. i promise. that point that one reaches when they finally see something that they never knew before, but somehow knew that they were searching for it...it's a beautiful moment. and i hope it starts to happening often more. love and love and love, sara p.s...don't forget about saturday!!! ===== all the people'd stare as if we were both quite insane someday my name and his are going to be the same __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better http://health.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 pinefox1 at xxx.com Thu Jul 25 23:11:01 2002 From: pinefox1 at xxx.com (P F) Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 15:11:01 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: It's A Good Guess - But It's Not Right Message-ID: <20020725221101.3435.qmail@web13101.mail.yahoo.com> Tonight the pop group BELLE & SEBASTIAN are playing songs on the radio. They are playing in John Peel's 2nd bathroom. (I've played in one or two of those meself, albeit not Peel's.) I heard a bit of a song earlier. It started off a lot like 'The Boy With The Arab Strap ' - suspiciously like it. Then it developed a different aspect, more like 70S WHO. No, not really. It was like 70S NEIL YOUNG. The harmonies were utterly Canadian in that limited sense. I believe that a correspondent on this list will be able to confirm this. The song was not that bad, really. Even I was a tad taken by it, and that's unusual. Stuart Murdoch said it was called 'Roy Walker'. That's fair enough, but rather 2nd-hand. A long time ago, around 1991, I used to watch Roy Walker meself. I wonder whether he has become less, how you say, happening, since then. More importantly, I once saw Roy on the television programme CATCHPHRASE talking to a lady who guessed that the clue meant 'no sugar in my tea'. I decided to write a song called that myself. But somewhere along the line, the title changed. The question is, to what did it change? If anyone can remember, perhaps they could let me know. The COMMONWEALTH GAMES have been opening, in surprisingly exciting, at times spectacular, and occasionally glamorous fashion. Barry Davies has done his homework. If only he'd done mine, I might have achieved more than a B in GCSE Mathematics, those many years ago. The other day I saw someone a bit more interesting than le Murdoch, namely LLOYD COLE. He was playing on his own: 20 of his own songs and the usual unnecessary addition from Leonard Cohen, which Lloyd inevitably announced as the best of the night. I guess you need a high estimate of your own work to stand up - or even, like Lloyd, sit down - and play 20 of your own songs. Maybe Lloyd likes his songs almost as much as I like them. At one point he said they were all the same. He was half-right at worst. Earlier on, he'd said the event was mistakenly called MUSIC MAKERS 2002, as he was actually a MUSIC MAKER 1986. That's my kind of talk. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better http://health.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 mail at xxx.uk Fri Jul 26 05:54:02 2002 From: mail at xxx.uk (Gordon) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 05:54:02 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Deinburgh Picnic Reminder Message-ID: <000d01c23460$77f75d80$628a87d9@ivorsserver> Hello folks. Just a quick reminder for those in the vicinity of Auld Reekie this weekend: place: Scott Monument, Princess Street Gardens, Edinburgh time: 2.30pm, Saturday 27th July event: Picnic! Idleberry, Pigtails and I went on a wee rekkie the other week (a pub crawl actually, in the rain) and found a cosy wee bar called the Cumberland. It's at the east end of Cumberland Street in Edinburgh's New Town (Cumberland Street runs parallel to Princes' Street, some 8 streets to the north) and has a shady little beer garden. Since it is the only bar that responded positively to our query 'are dogs allowed in?' (yes, but no white handbags, hehe), we figured that it would an ideal place to visit after the picnic 'proper' if our canine friend Belle happens to be coming along. However, since it is a fair walk from the originally mooted picnic location at the big gold fountain, we may revise where we sit in Princes' Street Gardens. In short, if you're arriving after the 2.30pm meet up, give me a ring on 07780 914106 and I'll set you straight. Hope to see you there! Gordon P.S. 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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 brianraindogs at xxx.com Fri Jul 26 10:44:26 2002 From: brianraindogs at xxx.com (Brian McNeill) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 09:44:26 +0000 Subject: Sinister: It's A Good Guess - But It's Not Right Message-ID: yeah the harmonies were kinda like the neil from the 70's . . . My tape copy of it screwed up so if anybody can give me a copy i'd be very grateful . . . brian _________________________________________________________________ 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 theres_too_much_love at xxx.com Fri Jul 26 10:48:55 2002 From: theres_too_much_love at xxx.com (michael grant) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 09:48:55 +0000 Subject: Sinister: i share a birthday with sinister, dontcha know? Message-ID: hello y'all. i share a birthday with sinister, dontcha know? well, at least i think i do. 27th august, yeah? wow. i feel so special. and struan's birthday is only two days before that. :o) now you all have no excuse for not getting me nice shiny presents. i am also hijacking the august nationalpopleague for my birthday purposes. come one, come all, dance and be merry. (and if you can't wait that long, then how about tonight?) apologies to all who replied to my last post. i meant to reply after having spoken to my little boy, but that hasn't happened yet. the fates are conspiring against me. every time we plan to meet and *talk*, something comes up. dinner with my grandparents, his boss being arrested for fraud, his friends turning up, etc, etc.... i am happy now though. :o) i haven't cried in a while, and although i had a bad day on wednesday, i've been giddy like a schoolgirl most of the time. i just want the ambiguity and awkwardness to go away, and to get on with being friends. i think i can handle that, as long as i get to see him often. im coming up with new and interesting ways of having to go see him. yesterday i decided to send a letter to my friend who's in bolivia for the summer, (he works in a post office). today im thinking of sending a postcard to a friend in america. this is what i dont want though. to seem like a stalker. i just want to be friends, but until i talk to him he won't know what i want. and i won't/don't have a clue what he's thinking. i was supposed to be going to the cinema with him tonight before popleague, but he's cancelled on me (im trying not to let the paranoia get to me. he cancelled cos he's tired, not because he hates me. im pretty sure). it's just so frustrating. i had convinced myself all would be well once i had talked to him. and although i still kind of believe that, im doubting it more as the time passes. i will make sure i talk to him soon. im just not sure when that will be. but thanks to everyone who emailed to let me know what they thought, or just to wish me good luck. it did kinda rekindle my passion for sinister. not that i had started to dislike you, or anything, of course not. it's just that when i joined i had this rush of passion about you. so new, so interesting, so inspiring, like i had found something i was missing all my life. and then, just through familiarity, no fault of yours, my dearest sinister, it becomes the norm. and although posts can still make my heart leap, there wasn't that same spark about it that i used to feel. it's the same with anything though. change for change's sake is a good thing. however wonderful your life is, if you dont change it about a bit, or find new, interesting facets to it, it will drift into routine. it's the edinburgh picnic tomorrow. hope there shall be a bumper crowd. i am working all afternoon, so might not be there til later on, so dont start any of the debauchery til i get there, you hear me? good. did anybody hear belle and sebastian on the radio? (i think there might be a song in there somewhere) i did not, unforunately. i was coming back from a flathunting trip to edinburgh (where i managed to bump into caitlin) and when i realised i wouldnt make it back for the start, i hung about the centre of glasgow. just couldn't face going back to see the family. *cringe* i need to move out very very quickly. shouldnt be too long now though. but just cos i wasnt there doesnt mean to say i cant listen to it. i am actually doing so as i type. to listen, go here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/alt/johnpeel/index.shtml well, i do have many more interesting things to say, but ive just received a phone call telling me im needed in work early. so better go. hope all is well with everyone, and thanks again for all your help/advice/other. shall see some of you tonight at the ol' popleague, i hope. and some tomorrow at the picnic. hope everyone has a good weekend. michael, smiling at the world.xx "get out of your apartment. meet a member of the opposite sex. stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. quit your job. start a fight. prove your alive. if you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic." - tyler durden. _________________________________________________________________ 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 twistlittlegirl at xxx.com Fri Jul 26 13:18:31 2002 From: twistlittlegirl at xxx.com (Matilda Liljedahl) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 14:18:31 +0200 Subject: Sinister: I might love anyone Message-ID: Hey you out there in the cold So maybe IÂ’m not heartless. Maybe I was wrong when I felt I didnÂ’t love anyone. This week I loved my family. IÂ’ve been home alone for two weeks now and I actually miss them. It would be better to love them when theyÂ’re home than loving them when theyÂ’re gone, but still, this is a step forward. And this week I realised IÂ’m in love (at least most of the time). IÂ’m afraid this is going to break my heart rather than making me happy. But I prefer being broken hearted than not feeling a thing (at least I think so, IÂ’m not perfectly sure). It took me this long to realise IÂ’ll miss IsobelÂ’s part in Belle and Sebastian (must have been some kind of shock-phase). I really like the songs sheÂ’s singing and now IÂ’m going to mix Gentle waves with Belle and Sebastian but itÂ’s not going to be the same. Besides she was the only member I could remember the full name of (yes, I know how horrible that is but IÂ’m really, really bad at names). Storytelling is now on cinema in Sweden. I donÂ’t know if I should see it now or wait until it comes to video. From what IÂ’ve heard the movie is not that good. Anyone whoÂ’s seen it is welcome to give me an advice in this difficult choice IÂ’m facing. IÂ’ve been visiting second hand record shops frequently the last time. And I saw a guy who was buying Storytelling 2nd hand. I was deeply shocked. How could that happen? Soon I realised there were a lot of reasons that could have cause this occurrence. 1 Some poor B&S fan had bought Storytelling for her/his last money and then acccidently dropped it on the street. Another person, without any conscience, found it and sold it to earn some money. 2 Some poor B&S fan had her/his birthday the day after the release of the record and got, not one, but two records from friends and family who had overestimated her/his admiration of B&S. 3 Some poor B&S fan died recently and her/his relatives sold all her/his records because they couldnÂ’t bear the pain of being reminded of the dead person everytime they saw the records she/he had loved. I found Tigermilk in the same shop, which sadly supports this theory. I was also lucky to find The Boy With The Arab Strap to a very nice price and I bought it because (aaaaaaaaargh hereÂ’s the truth) I didnÂ’t have it and IÂ’ve never had it. But wait, I can explain. I never buy all the records of one group at the same time. Every time IÂ’ve bought a new Belle and Sebastian IÂ’ve been happy every night and day for at least 3 weeks. I want to spread this feeling over time so I can be happy now and then and not only one time. Sometimes IÂ’m happy even if I havenÂ’t bought a good record recently, it happens :) But anyway this is my record-buying-strategy and since I discovered B&S pretty late it took me this long. Anyway this buying of The Boy With The Arab Strap made me as happy as always. IÂ’m now more convinced than ever of how much I love Belle and Sebastian. They are the kind of band that can make me feel right when things are wrong. I even like to listen to the songs that I wouldnÂ’t have liked very much if someone else was doing them, because IÂ’m stuck to that feeling they give me. Now I really have to eat some pancakes or something will go wrong, terribly wrong./ Bye _________________________________________________________________ Med MSN Foto kan du enkelt dela med dig av dina fotografier och beställa kopior: http://photos.msn.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 kersy83 at xxx.com Fri Jul 26 13:31:26 2002 From: kersy83 at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Kerstin=20Hammes?=) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 14:31:26 +0200 (CEST) Subject: Sinister: Haldern 2002 In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20020726123126.75178.qmail@web10707.mail.yahoo.com> Now who's going and who's not going ?? All I know is that Chris won't come (and you're breaking my H E A R T, Sir). So let me know. I think I'll be around. __________________________________________________________________ Gesendet von Yahoo! Mail - http://mail.yahoo.de Möchten Sie mit einem Gruß antworten? http://grusskarten.yahoo.de +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Fri Jul 26 15:18:40 2002 From: lizdaplyn at xxx.com (Liz Daplyn) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 14:18:40 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Happiness (not the film by Todd Solondz) Message-ID: Cor blimey guv'ner. RADIO FREE ALBEMUTH So I didn't stay in to listen to the 'wireless' last night, but I did manage to remember to set the timer record function on my stereo (God bless Mr Technics and all his adorable little children). Correctly, to boot. This enabled me, when I returned suitably refreshed after an evening spent in a dark cellar off Fleet Street, to listen to our favourite Scottish Luddites perform a selection of their new stuff from the comforts of Mr John Peel's home (and, indeed, bathroom, in Chris' case). And my verdict, pop pickers: better than Storytelling, I say probably not at all controversially. Better than Porthcawl, even. Anyway, I found to my surprise that I am genuinely E!X!C!I!T!E!D! about this new material and its patently perceptible joie be vivre and, er, oomph. Now, this may have been due to several pints of bitter and the inevitable cloth-earedness (next sense to drunkenly go after hearing is smell; this has proven useful on occasion) that is my due in these circumstances, but I don't think so. It's all gone a bit Free Design, but I stress, in a _good_ way, for those of who you who are even now heading for the vomitarium. Really really good. SUBTERRANEAN HOMESICK BLUES Speaking (as I was) of that dark cellar off Fleet Street: this venue was host to a veritable smorgasbord of Sinister talent, a real Thornton's intercontinental selection, including those on their way home (Oon) and those who thought they were on their way home but well, probably aren't (Australian David). Beer was drunk, so were we, crap was talked. As per usual, then. It turns out that despite my own recent move to London, all the really cool kids are now moving to America. Dang, last one on the bandwagon once again. GODLIKE GENIUS Hurrah! My copy of Camera Obscura's 'Biggest Bluest HiFi' has finally arrived from Amazon (I know, I know, but I never look a gift certificate in the mouth) this morning, adding to the joy of summer. And how. Also refusing to leave the CD player: Mr David Moore (Cockernee rhyming slang: corporate whore) introduced me a while ago to Saint Low, otherwise known as Mary Lorson (late of Madder Rose or summink like that), and I picked up their latest on promotional CD the other week. Highly recommended for people who are moving into a properly grownup pop music phase. Well, after that excess of enthusiasm and actual content, I'd best go lie down for a bit before attempting to excercise some dodgy karaoke skeelz this evening. Crikey. Love, Liz :x _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From kenneth.chu at xxx.org Fri Jul 26 16:33:58 2002 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 16:33:58 +0100 Subject: Sinister: My nursery days are over Message-ID: Dear sinister, Some terribly exciting things happened in the past couple of days. First of all on Wednesday, I saw a Helicopter taking off from the middle of Oxford Street - it was the London Emergency Medical Helicopter, no less, that I've once seen on an exciting TV show called "Situation Critical", during which it had played an important role of turning the tide in all kinds of losing life-or-death situations. I didn't find out what the emergency was that day though, but I think it involved a bus. Second of all yesterday, I was in a situation where I could have saved a desperate man from missing his plane, by lending him £12.50. You see he needed to take a coach from Victoria Station to Gatwick Airport in London, unfortunately I didn't have any money on me. The poor man, he didn't even realise that the plane ticket in his hand was fake, and that the London Underground platform he was on takes him to the total opposite direction to Victoria. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that he was a con-man... Third of all last night, there was a John Peel session, with Belle and Sebastian on it. At first I thought B&S have taken on a totally new direction in their music, by playing drum and bass, but then I realised that it was actually one of the shit records that Mr Peel put on. Later on my heart was put at rest when my beloved B&S played one of their classic Bossa Nova tunes, and I was a relieved man, thank God our heroes are still as bonkers as ever. There were a couple of archetypal Stuart tracks to keep the punters happy though, including one apparently to be from the now obligatory "I don't love you anymore Isobel ner ner ner" genre called "you don't upset me"(?). Fourth of all recently, I have acquired a work e-mail address!! About time too, and my beloved List mummies have given me private tuitions to speed me through the nursery school. I'm a big kid now! So you should all write me to this e-mail address during the day-time to keep me from working. However crush votes should still go to pykachu100 at hotmail.com! Fifth of all a few days ago, thank you very much for giving me a crush vote, whoever kind soul who sent me one the last time! You should reveal yourself. Sixth of all now, it's almost finish work time! So I'll be off for karaoke, then. Love and Red Bulls Ken +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From fbrito at xxx.br Fri Jul 26 19:40:26 2002 From: fbrito at xxx.br (Fernando Brito) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 15:40:26 -0300 Subject: Sinister: KenChucky Fried Chicken Message-ID: Hi, Sinister! How are you?! Khan Chu wrote about SFC... and I've never heard about it! We do have KFC, though. It's been a while since I saw one, I think they gave up trying to sell fried chicken in Brazil... that's weird because we eat chicken like the irish eat potatoes! Hmmmm... Nice to know that B&S signed with Rough Trade. A couple of months ago Trama, their label here in Brazil, also signed a deal with Rough Trade. So things will probably remain as they are, thank gods! I was afraid I'd have to pay $50 for the next B&S's albums, as we used to pay before Trama... Michael Grand wrote about birthdays, and... WOO, it's true! I forgot about this extremely important date... Stooart's birthday! Guess who was born exactly on the same day?! YEP! ME! Not on the same year, surely not! I'm not that old! Have you ever looked for things that happened on your birthday? I've collected lots of important things, and other completely useless stuff... My sister was born on that day too (and I still don't know whether it's in the Important or in the Useless category...), but not on the same year as I, we're not twins... I wonder what happened on that day, nine months before I and my sister were born... my parents must have had something really special to celebrate on that day! One day I was counting the months to know when I was conceived, but as my mathematical skills are null, I thought it happened on 25th December! I thought: "Whot?! My parents... those perverts!!". I was wrong, of course, in fact i was conceived around the 25th November, which is near to our republican proclamation (we were an empire before, blah, blah, blah...). So I suppose my father is a passionate republican... or maybe my mother! Anyway, I'm going to visit me mom this weekend. It's been almost three months that I don't go see her, she must be missing me. I admit I don't miss her much... I'm such a stupid person! It's also an excuse to go see my sini friend Ana! Hi, Ana! She's the only person from the sinister list that I've ever met! She's also the only one I know that loves B&S. I know two or three other people who also like them, but, it's weird, they only LIKE them... I thought B&S was one of those bands that you hate or love! At least for me it's like a religion, everyday I think about them, sing one of their songs... like a mantra. Or sometimes when I feel this or that way I sing one of their songs that fits so perfectly with my feelings.... And everyday someone posts to the list, and as I work with e-mails, I often read them immediately. There's no escape! I even thought I was getting obsessive, but then i remembered The Stars of Track and Field and sung it to forget! babbling... babbling... babbling... Time to go. See you on monday, folks! Kisses and hugs, Fernando Brito +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dirtyvicar at xxx.net Fri Jul 26 23:20:42 2002 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 23:20:42 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Beirut Picnic? Message-ID: hello everyone, I am the dirty vicar, AND I LIVE TO ROCK. I haven't mailed the list in a while because I am lazy AND BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN ROCKING TOO HARD. a while ago it was said to me that I keep posting to Sinister about weird compilations. Well, I have a new compi to namedrop. it is called "sonic mook experiment: future rock and roll". It has the rudest record cover of all time and is full of tracks by bands who ROCK. You know, like The Hives, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Buff Medways, and other less well known bands. It's great. the music on it ROCKS HARD. Which is a good thing. And the record cover is VERY RUDE. If you want to buy this record go to your local record shop and say "Can I have that record with the very rude cover, I can't remember what it's called?" and they will say "Certainly Sir/Madam, delete as appropriate, it's called 'sonic mook experiment: future rock and roll'. I take it you'll be wanting a paper bag?" I love to ROCK. I often wish Belle & Sebastian would ROCK more. Thankfully I saw them at the Glastonbury Pop festival where they finished with a cover of Thin Lizzy's 'The Boys In Back In Town'. That was pretty good, but it would have ROCKED harder if Isobel had been there. No one can shake their rump like Isobel. At Glastonbury I went to what was kind of a sinister meetup, but in a confusing manner it was also a Jeepster/Bowlie (the evil non Sinister B&S internet fandom nexus) & ILx meetup. so I kept meeting people and not knowing from which universe I was meant to know them. But I did meet Carsmile Steve, a jolly fellow and no mistake. And, er, other people. Latterly I went to Witnness, this rubbish Irish music festival. Oh yeah, there were good bands playing at it and stuff, but it was fundamentally rubbish. It's not just that Glastonbury and All Tomorrow's Parties have turned me into a festival snob, it's just that there was a lot missing at this one, and a lot that it would have been better without. frankly I think the world would be better off without festivals where drunken scum tip over inhabited portaloos. But I did get to see THE WARLORDS OF PEZ. Who ROCK. They are a band of Warlords from the planet Pez who have travelled to Ireland to make music. If you do a googlesearch for them you will find their somewhat disappointing website. I also saw The Hives, who also ROCK. If you want to read more about how The Hives ROCK point your interweb browser at Mr Tom Ewing's Freaky Trigger ( http://www.freakytrigger.co.uk ), where I have written an article about them and some of their friends. I'd better go now, as this mail is already longer than most people are willing to read. Hi to Stine for namechecking me. Anyone else want to set up a namechecking ring? Oh yeah, are there any Sinster subbers in the Lebanon? because me and Rener are high rollers we are going there on our holidays in October. Anyone for a Beirut picnic? blessed, blessed be, 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 cjdevaney at xxx.uk Sat Jul 27 00:48:12 2002 From: cjdevaney at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Christopher=20Devaney?=) Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 00:48:12 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Faking up to us Message-ID: <20020726234812.20064.qmail@web13701.mail.yahoo.com> I never thought of myself as the kind of person to get emotionally trapped in a relationship, but that's how i'm feeling right now. She's not seemed on top form for months, now she's broken down and having to see a psychiatrist. Suddenly i am her rock who cannot live without, despite the fact she has an annoying tendency to treat me like shit. But i know it's not really her treating me like shit, it's the drugs she's o. They're supposed to have calmed her down but they've sent her spiralling into a pit of despair if anything. I cannot seem to say much without it being misconstrued and thrown back at me, and it fucking hurts, whether it's the drugs talking or not. I can't leave her because she needs me, and i know all the bad things are just because she's ill. But I don't know if i can keep on pretending i'm strong enough to cope with it all. I feel like shit, and i'm starting to resent her, which isn't fair on her. I love her, and always will, but if she keeps throwing stones eventually one will smash the glasshouse. I missed Peel Acres. Shit. I am an idiot. Anybody willing to make me a minidisc or CD copy of it if you taped it, or know where i can download it off the net? I'll be your friend forever. Big Love, Dev __________________________________________________ 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 samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Sat Jul 27 01:35:00 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 00:35:00 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Indie Sweets Message-ID: Hello Sinister. I just read Christopher Devaney's post, and I feel I should offer my services, not as a purveyor of advice, but of bootlegged music. See, I managed to record the Peel Acres session last night on my computer. I have all the songs on mp3, so I can burn/email them to anybody, really (although I am a little on the skint side until I get paid, so any US residents might have to wait for a week or so if they want a CD). I even spent some time afterwards editing them, professional like. I was trying to set up a website where I could put them up, but nowhere seems to want to hold files greater than 1MB. Man, I sound like a nerd. But if anybody has any ideas where I could put them, then please tell. In other news, I'm 67% twee, according to that test on HDIFTBL. I don't understand how, though, because the only twee thing that I said was that Slow Graffiti was my favourite B&S song. It asked me what my favourite Primal Scream album was, and I told it that I like Vanishing Point best. The first Scream album I can actually remember coming out was Give Out But Don't Give Up, but I didn't get into them until after that one. Perhaps I should've put Give Out... as my favourite - it's not very twee, more Rod Stewart than Stuart Murdoch. I offered someone at work (my work = V-Shop) a Haribo the other day, and he turned it down, saying that he didn't like Haribo because they've "done a Walkers" on the sweet world. It occured to me though, he's got a point. You can only really get Walkers crisps now, and everybody knows that Golder Wonder were far tastier. But when was the last time you saw a packet of Golden Wonder? Exactly. "You've got to support the underdog, y'see", he said to me, and explained that he often craves a good INDIE PUNK RAWK piece of confectionary - something with a bit of kick and flavour, none of this tasteless commercial bollocks. I smiled and sold another copy of the Gareth Gates' single to a small girl with a bag of Haribo in her hand. I felt dirty and longed for one of those horrible gobstoppers I used to get out of a machine in the swimming pool for 10p. There are rumours of a Brighton shindig on the weekend of 10th August, but I'll leave someone bigger and cleverer to give you the news. 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 _________________________________________________________________ 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 jayeckard at xxx.com Sat Jul 27 03:09:52 2002 From: jayeckard at xxx.com (Jay Eckard) Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 02:09:52 +0000 Subject: Sinister: It's been a bloody stupid day Message-ID: Oh Sinister. It's been an odd day. Usually I spend my time pestering people off-list (Laura Llew = saint) but today I had a very funny turn. Somebody killed themself in the parking lot where I work. And I was the first person to find them. I had to be at work sehr early -- 6 am. As I was brewing coffee and tea, I heard a big 'boom.' I went outside and saw a little coupe crashed against a streetlamp. There was blood all inside. Before I went outside, I called the police to come and help, since I didn't know what else to do. When I went to see if the driver was okay, I found a thing like a football/soccer ball in the parking lot. It was the dude's head. He had offed it by tying piano wire around his neck and tying the other end to a streetlamp in the parking lot, then taking off in his car. He decapitated himself almost instanteously. Then I found him. I spent a lot of the morning talking to the cops. They were all concerned, but I was pretty numb. The boss wanted me to go home and relax, but all I wanted to do was go on like nothing had happened. I was pretty weird all day, all glassy eyed and all, but I made it through my shift. Does that mean I'm sick, working after somebody offs themself? I didn't know what else to do, and to work seemed the most obvious amd useful thing to do. I'm really quite poor. Officer Chris was the first one on the scene, and I know him and I work with his brother, and he was okay with me working. Everybody -- customers and staff -- was disturbingly nice, like I was crazy, but I was still pretty sane, all things considered. I don't know what to think at all. I don't really want to sleep, so I'm going to a late night show of Gold Member, after midnight. Please, somebody, offer some suggestions. I'm REALLY confused. Laura?! Jay -- "Knowing? That's easy. Everyone does that ad nasueum. I just sort of hope." Dr. Who _________________________________________________________________ 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 halighhalou at xxx.com Sat Jul 27 04:17:21 2002 From: halighhalou at xxx.com (lindsey baker) Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 22:17:21 -0500 Subject: Sinister: the doctors told her years ago that she was ill. Message-ID: hello sinister. i thought for a moment there about how much those two words have become a part of my life. of me. hello sinister. and the melodrama begins again. *** i stared for a long time at the dinosaur wallpaper border, tilting my head and shifting my eyes, trying to make the two rows -- one real and one some kind of refraction of reflection or distortion or something -- converge back together as one lumpy row of pink and green and orange t-rexes and brontosauruses. double vision seems like a good name for a story to me. it has a ring to it. all double things do, really. doublemint. double wide. double happiness. the mirror across from me showed my fifteen-minute morning preparations; my dad had said the doctor worked me in for 11:30 at 11:00, and i threw my standard bobby pins in. no eye makeup. i managed to put on my favorite patent leather mary janes on before i left, thinking my favorite shoes could combat the doctor and the rain in one big swoop, leaving me with some stress to reduce in order to regain solitary sight and a day left empty and open for sitting on my bed at home doing nothing. i was wrong, all things considered. *** they always make you read the letters at eye appointments. and since i still go to a pediatric eye doctor, i also got to track a plastic cartoon character. the doctor selected one of his rubbery finger puppets from his drawer and began moving it back and forth and up and down, watching my eyes following. i don't remember now what the puppet was. he got out a box of clear plastic squares and held them up to my eyes, asking me to look for a letter 'h' projected on a screen across the dim room. and he called out numbers to a nurse writing things down on a clipboard. and then he said we had to call my primary care doctor. we had to call the hospital. i had to get an mri. today. *** the floors in the children's hospital have this wavy section of color that flows into all the rooms. the whole place has fish tiled on the ceilings and floors and walls. blue and green and purple, and it's kind of like being underwater in a disney movie. i stared at the fish on the ceiling as the doctors wrapped a big piece of medical tape across my forehead so i wouldn't move my head once i was inside the big metal tube. my mom had hold of my hand, and the nurses asked me if i wanted ear plugs or headphones. i vouched for ear plugs as soon as i realized i had left my bright eyes cd in my sister's car rather than my handbag. if i couldn't have conor at that moment, i didn't want anything else. when i was in eighth grade, i had paul and john singing into my ears for some outpatient surgery i had. through my haze, i could hear the doctor singing along with across the universe, and i fell asleep somewhere around penny lane. but today. without cds or mixtapes. it didn't matter. as soon as the clanking and buzzing and beeping started at two-minute intervals all around my head, a song came anyway. i hyperventilated and cried claustrophobic tears into the cloth covering my eyes, in time with a tempo and words: and everyone she knew thought she was beautiful. *** i put my bobby pins back in at home later, after i washed the hospital smell out of my hair. i ate for the first time all day at 3:30. cheese and tomatoes. and at four, the phone rang. everything was normal. nobody knows why i see two people, but they assume it will go away. go to the doctor on monday, miss baker, and maybe we'll figure it out some day, they may as well have said. and so i nodded, and got in a fight with my sister. apparently the cripple is too tired and too sick to go out with my sister tomorrow as planned, so i shall stay in. thank goodness everyone knows what's best for me, even if they don't know what's wrong. even if i don't know what's wrong, and i do, and i don't, and i do. *** i had a glass of wine tonight. it's been that kind of day. *** jay eckard: i'm hugging you. can you feel that? xo love, lou ------------------ THE FOLLOWING IS AN ADVERT FOR EXCELLENCE: never learned how to ride a bike? merely flailed helplessy in a chlorine-laced pool when trying to learn to swim? come to Camp Kids Who Gave Up 2002, sponsored by lindsey baker, dave snyder and conor oberst to learn to ride and swim like nobody's business! while you're temporarily residing on our beautiful, secluded island paradise camp, enjoy lessons from friendly guest instructors such as mandee wright and listen to a different live band every night (we feature saddle creek gems and omaha rapists)! dating lindsey is also an available option, so long as conor is off-island. 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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 pmcpherson10 at xxx.ca Sat Jul 27 05:33:57 2002 From: pmcpherson10 at xxx.ca (Paul McPherson) Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 00:33:57 -0400 Subject: Sinister: A strange note from the guy at the back of the room Message-ID: Hello: I'm am one of those notorious lurkers. I hide in the shadows, letting your messages brighten my days. I imagine I'm quite a bit older than a lot of you, not that it really matters. Like Christopher Devaney's friend I had a decently substantial meltdown awhile back. I applaud you for hanging around Christopher. I now visit with a psychiatrist who could really care less about me except when I'm late. The medication I take makes me sick but it keeps me from wanting to drive my car into a light pole anymore. I figured that if I could make my self termination look accidental then my corpse wouldn't have to continue showing up at that dreadful job to pay off my debts. I suppose I feel lucky that I've managed to pull it together enough, so to speak, to work and the way my family looks at me now makes me feel like I'm the subject of a made for TV movie. I wonder who will be playing me? As I've been reading this I feel even more dreadful about myself realizing that someone would have to find me like poor Jay. I hope my blathering hasn't brought everyone down too much. I really just wanted to say thanks. You've reminded me that sometimes my life isn't that bad. By the way, I went to see B&S in Toronto. It was the best night I'd had in years +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stateofemergncy at xxx.com Sat Jul 27 09:16:12 2002 From: stateofemergncy at xxx.com (Jose P) Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 01:16:12 -0700 Subject: Sinister: Re: Sinister LA Meetup - potential list abuse Message-ID: hello everyone. i apologize in advance for this potential sinister list abuse and overall bad mass email. i'm really bad at these things. anyway, this is for anyone in the LA (and surrounding cities) area. groophug ( http://groophug.originalfools.com )is having a meetup and ALL are invited. the theme is hawaiian luau, so come dressed if you can. and if you can't, then come anyway... should be fun. three bands are playing: a Surprise Guest, also Greg Doyle (of Hipsun) and local solo act Jeremy Stilgenbauer. drinks and food are are byob... however, the usual beer runs are expected, so bring some cash just in case. for more info: http://groophug.originalfools.com/fest0727.html hope to see you there! _________________________________________________________________ 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 peterstiff at xxx.com Sat Jul 27 14:16:21 2002 From: peterstiff at xxx.com (Peter Stiff) Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 14:16:21 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Sinister, benicassim Message-ID: hi there good people of the sinister list my names Peter im from around Ipswich way in suffolk and ive been a b+s fan for quite some time now i guess, they are probably one of my favourite bands i suppose. ive been on sinister for about a year now i think, however this is my first post! i always try and read other peoples messages when i get the time and it seems like a pretty cool thing thats going on here... lots of nice people sharing stories of their lives n things. the reason ive suddenly decided to participate in actually mailing to sinister after so long is that im going to the Benicassim festival in Spain next week, where b+s will be playing as im sure your aware. is there going to be some meet up of some type? id like to meet some more people going and hang around n that. i went to benicassim last year and saw b+s and had a great time. i met a few people along the way that were on sinister, they all seemed very excited about it so thats when i joined up, see what all the fuss was about. i met a boy and a girl from leicester and london i think who i saw a few times around and i met a girl from scotland on the festival bus who seemed nice and very excited about the fact i might have been on sinister... alas i wasnt - at the time. but yeah, back to the point is anyoen going to arrange some kinda meet up or whatever then in Benicassim?, it'd be pretty cool Peter. _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mary_goodshoes at xxx.com Sat Jul 27 17:14:18 2002 From: mary_goodshoes at xxx.com (Miss Marianna Longmire) Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 17:14:18 +0100 Subject: Sinister: "Put the finger in the freezer and bring me a diet coke." Message-ID: This week, people have been mostly asking me what I've been up to. My responses have, rather disappointingly, gone something along the lines of, "Erm, stuff. I think. I'm not sure." * But damn it! I /have/ actually been doing things. All week, in fact. And some of them were truly, properly entertaining. There was that time, when I met up with a really old friend who was in town for the night and watched a midnight screening of "Blade 2". It made NO sense at all, but was totally fab because: a) Luke Goss from Bros was in it. b) Danny John Jules (Cat from Red Dwarf) was in it. c) There was eye candy in the shape of Norman Reedus d) There was random Powerpuff Girls footage e) And, most wonderfully, there were hidden Bis references. Secret Vampires! Wesley Snipes quoting Sci-Fi Steven! "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer." Incidentally, Luke Goss' maybe girlfriend was in a film called "Frankenhooker". Tagline: A terrifying tale of sluts and bolts. I MUST SEE THIS FILM. Also, there was that time, at work in the Hand Therapy Department when I was idly reading through patients notes, snickering at their ailments and vomiting at the sight of Polaroid images of their wounds, when one of the therapists came up to me with a bag of home made sweets. "Here, try some," she said. Obligingly, I took a bight. It was a disgustingly sweet piece of sugary fudge, covered in chocolate and coconut and tasted, well, it tasted as if detergent was a secret ingredient. "Umm, it's a bit funny," I said. "Did you make it?" "No, a patient brought it in for us," she replied in between bites. "Right. So a Hand Therapy patient made us food, presumably using their, err, hands. Just what exactly is their condition at the moment? And is this really coconut?" Silence. Followed by a dash to Tescos for toothbrushes and half an hour's worth of scrubbing. Mr Selby Longmire: "Marianna, how's your hand job going?" Miss Marianna Longmire: "!" The Hand Therapists are a lovely bunch, really. Despite being the type of people who feel developing relationships outside of work would really help the vibe of the department during working hours, and are still upset that I didn't invite them to come to Popstarz a few weeks back. But, you know, there's far too many forty year olds pogo-ing to Wham! as there is. Best cull the numbers when you get the chance. Out of guilt however, I did loosely tell them about the occurrence of Track and Field on Friday eve. They politely declined attendance on the grounds that they probably wouldn't look indie enough to be granted entry. This was arguable on a number of levels, but frankly, I had tired of the conversation and left to explore the eerie basement tunnels instead. And so it was Friday and, joined by the inimitable Miss Susan Le May, it was off to Track and Field for dancing and shenanigans. And it promised to be great, as Track and Field is always great and I was surrounded by some of my favourite people in the world, all sparkling wit, stylish outfits and cutting one liners. Ooh, and Miss Sarah Garret Sonner gave me a brown corduroy skirt, simply because she's ace like that. Disappointingly, once actually making it upstairs and paying admission, my heart sank. There was no room to dance and the entire place had become as appealing as a gigantic sweaty armpit. And whilst this wasn't a deterrent for most (smiles and jumping about seemingly in abundance), I was rather pleased when someone walked past and mentioned we should leave. It was Mr Greg Pallis, in acid wash. And so we did. And so we walked down the road and stumbled across a building site. And broke in. And accidentally scared the inhabitants of the adjacent apartment building. After promising not to kill them (chic sophisticates in mistaken identity shock!) we proceeded to scale five floors worth of scaffolding to sit and admire the view before pouring droplets of water on random passer-bys down below. It might have been evil, but, in our defence, it was terribly, terribly entertaining. Babbling, as ever, Miss Marianna Longmire xx *I really, really hate it when someone asks me a question, or enquires as to the details of a particular event I have partaken in, and I'm so stunned as to be even considered worthy enough of entering into a conversation with said person that I jumble up events, forget the important details and then, tiring of the tale myself, stop halfway through and ask a question in return. Conversations would be much easier if you could conduct them entirely through correspondence on headed notepaper. At least then I'd have a half decent chance at making myself understood. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ann_septimus at xxx.com Sun Jul 28 10:12:11 2002 From: ann_septimus at xxx.com (Ann Foreyt) Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 02:12:11 -0700 Subject: Sinister: Billy Bibbit Message-ID: S-s-s-s-s-inister~ I was reading an old Ann Landers column today... and stuck in the middle of some petty family arguments was a letter about stutterers. In nice, politically-correct words this writer talked about (can a writer talk? oh, well) this "affliction" and how others are supposed to "deal with it". For some reason, that just absolutely drove something deep and painful into my heart. I have to be 'dealt with'? Yes, I know how it feels to be caught in public, on the phone, in front of someone you love/respect/fear with your mouth open and a word 25 seconds in the making, but I never before knew that I had to be 'dealt with'. The wording of that hurt. Worse than the clumsily helpful teachers, friends, and telemarketers who try to finish my sentences and put words in my mouth (or would that be pull words OUT?). It's already painful enough for me to understand that I will never be comfortable on the phone, that I have aimed my college choice (life) in such a way that I may find a job in which I will have minimal contact with real people, and that the written word is my only semi-eloquent method of communication; that teachers ignore my hand in class and boys just ignore me wholly (the spasmodic jaw look is not exactly worthy of many lustful gazes heh heh heh). It's not so much that the topic was talked about, brought to the forefront (if only for an Ann Landers section), but that it was done so bloodlessly. It's not an animal you are 'dealing with'... it's a person... and no matter how embarrassing it may be for you... you can bet it's worse for the girl or boy standing there with a simple word strangling them. To just speak of handling the immediate problem isn't going to do anything... except make the listener more aware of the problem and the speaker more self-conscious. It's funny how one word, one phrase, can so acutely wound. Especially when the point was too help... sometimes those darts hit the deepest. Forgive me. I am depressed and angry and sensitive and should not be writing letters. Ann "What was your favorite color? What was your favorite poem? What would our children have looked like? Where would our lives have taken us?" Photographing Fairies _________________________________________________________________ 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 staralful at xxx.com Sun Jul 28 20:01:04 2002 From: staralful at xxx.com (Jonathan Skinner) Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 20:01:04 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Scandal is gossip made tedious by morality Message-ID: Hello All i hope this finds everyone well and in a nice state of fettleness. I am really starting to feel my age for some reason and in my lofty and wise age of 18 i have come to the conclusion that the world has gone quite mad. I had a horrid suspision of it all along but something today within me snapped. I was watching a a no brainer music channel and on came S CLUB JUNIORS. MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON US ALL. i have seen a lot of odd slightly fruity things on television but this has got to be the height of sickness. I really couldn't believe it. 12 bloody years old and prancing around as if they were adults. it was a bit worrying . Luckily i had the brain about me to flick on to VIbe TV(more on this one later) but police wonder why there is an increase in child pornography and paedophilia in general. I think i will go to town on this rattle a few cages and call the news stations the radio station AND the gas stations. Well actully i won't, i just roll it up into a bitter little ball and implant in my brain until a new therepy craze hits the suburbs of Cork. Young people were never like that in my day. we had decency. well probably not but who am i to talk for my day *desending of his highhorse* on a lighter note, has anyone in the UK seen Vibe tv. makes for a rather interesting 4 hours viewing if you can sit through it. i thank goodness haven't. i can only take 5 minutes of a dumb brum ( not to say that all Brums are Dumb) trying to sound deep and stuff. it is quite funny and if you haven't seen it go there. the channel was set up by some guy wanting to bed Angelle and mission accomplished. Paul king (PRAT OF ALL PRATS) looked uncomfortible interviewing the bint. I must say i did like all the new stuff that B+S played on the Radio the other day. I hate real player but it was worth it. I'm glad to see they still havent lost their steam or lost their bossa nova influences. Does anyone have it on mp3 form and have it up on a website? but *shhh* don't tell anyone. It is nice to see that people like Mr devaney still live. i had slowly come to the realisation that people were in general idiots but he and few other instances that i am not about to go into have in a way restored my faith in how people in general are good , it is just a shame that some wankers let the rest of humanity down. Poor Jay. It must be an awful thing to face and i don't actully know how i would deal with it. I don't suppose any of us would unless we were actully faced with a situation like that. I would like to try and think i could just let it go and try and regain normality but i don't know if i could. i would try to keep things in perspective but i don't think i could. For some reason i feel on abit of rant and a highhorse so i don't think i will go on any further. 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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 blind_lisa at xxx.com Mon Jul 29 06:44:56 2002 From: blind_lisa at xxx.com (Rachel fruitloop) Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 22:44:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: KENnymore than I'll be hosting the CHUby show Message-ID: <20020729054456.25040.qmail@web40303.mail.yahoo.com> Hello Sinister!!!!!! Guess what WE did yesterday!?!? We had a Southern-ish California Sinister Picnic on the luverly shores of Santa Monica. Of course, it was nowhere as grand as the Edinburgh Picnic, but then again, what is? The best part was that 5 of us showed up!!! Those in attendance were Sara Bus Stoppers, Ernie Sanchez, Adrian "Glurp" Rudloff, me and that boy Bapps. We started out not knowing if we would even be able to attend because of my horrendous illness, but Ben swore that he would have dragged me out no matter what because "he knows what's best for me"... of course, as I have reported before, my navigation skills are not the best even when not altered by cold medication. So I got us a little bit lost and besides that a mile and a half on the 405 takes a long time! Sara and Adrian were already waiting there under the Santa Monica Pier Sign for quite a while, unaware that they were both Sinister! An old Polish woman, man with an umbrella hat and beach balls, an imposter ben & rachel couple and ten zillion pigeons later, we arrived. We all introduced ourselves and Sara notified us that Ernie was "on his way". We made our way to a shady patch of grass nearby, unfolded our sheet and made ourselves comfortable. Ben chose the accompanying music and we offered sangria and bread and cheese and strawberries and cream and chocolates. In no time at all, it became apparent that Sara is indeed the perfect match for Ken Chu (she has been telling us this for a while, but now we know first hand!) And Ken, her shit don't stink! Sara, you are just lovely, ignore my Rachel slurs! Ernie arrived and seemed to just crash land next to me. It was great seeing you again Ernie, you are so sweet! Adrian is very engaging, and at no time at all, we all had an engagement with him at the Rose Bowl! The five of us left our picnic spot to meet up at Adrian's nearby apartment so we could caravan to the L.A. Galaxy soccer match. It was great because Ben and I had decided that if no-one showed up or if we could possibly encourage the attendees to go to the match then we would go. So it was perfect. The boys were really into the game. They pretend to be all sensitive and twee, but really they're just jocks! I was trying to translate the game into girlyspeak for Sara but we ended up just laughing hysterically at greasy mullets and a little kid dipping licorice into nacho cheese. Sara's favorite by far was when the Galaxy scored their 2 goals and they blew out confetti from the top of the stadium. My favorite part was that my hair matches the team's color. Ben's favorite part was that we get free KFC (because they did a draw and if Carlos Ruiz scored a goal in the second half then we'd get free chicken!) I don't know what Ernie's favorite part was, maybe the free soccer balls we got. Adrian's favorite part was probably that he went out to a Sinister picnic and walked away with 4 people to go see his team play, and Galaxy won! This could be a trend! Ben is muttering something about SinisterfitbaUSA.... So we need 22 of you at the next Los Angeles meet up for a proper kickabout! Or we could just go watch the pro's again, it was so much fun! Love to you all, Rachel fruitloop __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better http://health.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 theboywiththemiddleeasternstrap at xxx.uk Mon Jul 29 14:13:22 2002 From: theboywiththemiddleeasternstrap at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Thomas=20Henderson?=) Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 14:13:22 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: who the fucking hell are slipknot in relation to me getting out of bed? Message-ID: <20020729131322.76204.qmail@web20609.mail.yahoo.com> hello, i couldn't go to pop league or the picnic at the weekend, eek! but i made up for my pop league absence by wearing my "la liga nacional del pop" badge. so on friday i was asked by my boss to take charge of the musical proceedings in the pub. after the big brother/ me comnplaining that big brother was shitty and i should be playing music shenanigans, i played some fine music. then i got drunker. don't get drunk and be in charge of a microphone and a nice cd mixer. i only did sing along to four songs. then i sang the songs i was requested that i didn't have. so this weekends karaoke lineup went as follows - the boy with the arab strap (surprisingly requested by assumed ned who owns all the albums (all signed) and an original tigermilk and knew a lot about isobel and gentle waves and stuff) anyway and i sung it really quite well i think, because i was applauded, eek! then number two was - This charming man but i was too drunk to get my proper mozza freak on. then i sang little bits of my generation. then...... wait for it....... i sang along to.... born slippy (don't ask) so then i went upstairs to the club what i work in and got a little more drunk, then.... i met the most beautiful girl i'm ever likely to again. she was like proper attractive, i know as ive talked to her sober as well. she was really nice and very cool and didn't have any obvious deformities or anything. and her lips were so luvly, and everything. and when we got outside we kissed a bit, and i was so very happy. anyways the rest of the weekend wasn't so exciting, maybe that i had my first decent tasting bottle of miller. right so the first 3 people who can tell me the name of the song that my subject line comes from and the band wins a small inexpensive prize, maybe a cd maybe not. anyway i'll reveal the winners if any (not that you wont know the answer, more like you've probably not read this) in a post later on. buh-bye thomas x. __________________________________________________ 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 mr_zarabowski at xxx.uk Mon Jul 29 17:45:06 2002 From: mr_zarabowski at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?stout=20robin?=) Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 17:45:06 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: Stop! Message-ID: <20020729164506.21539.qmail@web21506.mail.yahoo.com> Hammer Time!!! REPORTING BACK It's good to hear the California picnic went well. It's nice to hear Rachel isn't too embarassed to show her Bapps in public. I'm sure it wasn't half as glamorous as the Birmingham picnic last weekend, though... On Sunday afternoon I rode into the Wild West Midlands on the back of my faithful horse, Skoda, with my friend, Poncho. Using Poncho's Apache tracking skills and my mobile phone we met up with Sheriff Ian, Deputy Jim and his sinister posse in a sunny field where some Indians were playing a game Poncho calls "Kri-Ket". Ian laid out a blanket, which he appeared to have stolen from the dog, and we tucked in to our wine and crisps and cherries. Those dang cherries; there were so many. Everyone had had the totally cool no one else will think of this idea of bringing them along. So we sat, chewing the fat and the cherries, while Jim played some funk on his strange automatic banjo, and I tried to spit cherry stones into the grass without losing my cool or my 10 gallon hat. We talked about all sorts of stuff, Ian's eyes welled up with the memory of a girl called Kylie, Dimitra was ambushed by an unsuspected cream attack and Poncho talked about going for a local Indian dish he calls a "Bol-Tee", but in the end we just got a bit drunk and went home. Hi ho Skoda! Well something like that happened, anyway. I was a bit knackered from lack of sleep, but it was fun anyway. For the next one, we'll probably be able to arrange to meet by the cherry orchard, we got through so many. NANCY DREW As I walked to the postbox this morning I heard some strange screams sounding from somewhere over the chimneypots. I don't know what it was. I thought it might have been a baby or an enthusiastic girlfriend or someone who'd found a slug in the washing up bowl, but it might have been a MURDER. If I was Nancy Drew I'd have gone and investigated, and had some crazy adventure, but I figured my toast would have popped up by now so I just went home to eat it. I've been wondering about it all morning. I hope it *wasn't* a murder. TOAST On the subject of toast, the toast fans among you might remember I mentioned a while back an amazing invention I saw on telly once called the Toaster Bag. Well a friend of mine found some for sale at the weekend and bought them for me. I'm quite excited. They've cleverly called them "Toastabags - The amazing way to cook", and the idea is that you can put just about anything you like - beans, scrambled eggs, your brother's hampster - into one, put it in the toaster and when it pops up you have an instant meal IN A BAG! Suggestions on the packet include CHIPS and CHOPS! Wow! Imagine the amazing adventures in cooking I could have! Adventures in food poisoning, more like! I'm going to try beans tonight. I'll tell you how it goes, if I'm still alive... BISH Robs email a while ago about the wedding he went to was quite touching: <> Absolutely. Love isn't about men and women, it's about Something Else, and the way you button your shirt really doesn't matter. Hopefully, now we have a new Archbishop of Canterbury, who seems a pretty decent chap, the laws against two people who love each other getting married if they're the same sex will finally be changed. It all sems a bit silly to me. LAVERNE Mmm! I love Lauren Laverne! Hours of Lauren Laverne on the telly have been steadily increasing lately and I noticed in the paper yesterday that she's getting her own music show on Channel 5! Hooray! I've always had a bit of a soft spot for channel 5, the bastard runt baby of ITV that it is, and not just because they show The Ups And Downs Of A Handyman three times a year. I like it because they don't have anything to lose, so they actually TRY new ideas, and I find them endearing when those ideas spectacularly fail. I like the way the programme announcers are really ironical when they have to announce Confessions of a Windowcleaner again, too. So I hope Laurne's show is good. Well how can it possibly not be, with her in it?? Blimey! I should do some work... I haven't even mentioned a certain band, have I? I'm going to try to record the session from the internet tonight, so I'll save that for tomorrow. bye Robin 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 foranotherdream at xxx.com Mon Jul 29 19:56:24 2002 From: foranotherdream at xxx.com (bus stoppers) Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 11:56:24 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: put some soccs on your foots and say wooo! Message-ID: <20020729185624.76136.qmail@web12405.mail.yahoo.com> sinister! rachel did a pretty good summer up of saturday, so i'll just give my recall of the game. it was ben's idea. so you can blame him...it's ALMOST play by play, but still contains the excitement. and the whole thing about how it's soccer here and football there. i decided on the drive home that i am just going to call it: balls with foots in soccs or footsoccs or soccs on foots... i have never really watched sports on tv, let alone in person. i had also never been to the rose bowl either. i don't really like sports because someone has to lose. and it makes me sorta sad. but in soccer, i learned, there can be a tie! how exciting is that! then ernie ended up riding with me. i'm sorry dearie if i scared you with my driving and with my road rage. i tend to curse a lot when i drive... so here's the game in sara's nutshell: los angeles galaxy-the white shirt team vs. the other team-the yellow shirt team (i can't remember who they were...) the final score was 2-1 (originally i was hoping for a tie, but fuck it. i wanted to see the confetti!) ok. so the other team kept getting free kicks. there were a few boo-boos and falls. also a few head butts. that was kinda scary because it looks like it hurts. um. what else? they had instant replays of the scores on the screen. because i was talking with rachel and i didn't realize stuff until i heard the cheering. all in all. it was a fun sara's first balls with foots in soccs game! thanks adrian! and yeah. the mullets were everywhere. here's a little ditty to close out the post. though i know it still doesn't go to the music because of the syllables. and i also know i horribly butchered a b&s song...it's content. and here goes... players: RACHEL fruitloop BenAPPSY galactic ADRIAN ERNIE cloves SARA bus stopper family tree: i've been feeling like i have a cold i've been looking round the pier for somebody just like me but the only ones i see are the dummies in bikini tops they spend their money on boobs it saddens me to think that the only one's i see are mannequins looking stupid, being used and being thin and i don't know why i hang around them the way they act, i'd rather be fat than be confused the way they act, i'd rather be fat than be confused than be alone in a cage with a bottle of sangria (sp?) and a family like the mafia i've been feeling like blue hair and i don't know what to do so i call ernie and watch the pigeons and they threw me out of the house 'cause i swore at all my family because they don't accept me and then they all showed up! we do picnic-ing, pictures, and soccer we get poetry and music and some laughs it wasn't an awful lot to ask so won't you please get up off your knees, and let me go to the galaxy game so won't you please get up off your knees, so i can fold the pinic blanket cause we're here in a cage with a bottle of XTZ and families like the mafia if my family tree goes back to einstein (sp?) then i will change my name to ryan if my family tree goes back to amelia then i will change my name to bedelia if my family tree goes back to einstein then i will change my name to ryan if you're looking for me to work at borders in america then you will look but never see if you're looking at me to start having babies then you can wish because we're going to wait some years you can wish because we're here to fool around you can wish because we're here to fool around love and broken toilets, sara p.s...i think i got flipped off while i was driving home from the game....adrian, i think i saw that! p.p.s...did you know that one can drive the length of the 110 freeway (from pasadena to san pedro) from end to end...in about 30 minutes? ===== all the people'd stare as if we were both quite insane someday my name and his are going to be the same __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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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 oooon at xxx.com Mon Jul 29 20:47:45 2002 From: oooon at xxx.com (oon) Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 02:47:45 +0700 Subject: Sinister: Roast Duck & me Message-ID: <3D459BE1.6CF9A272@cscoms.com> hello everyone, this message is really not of any interest of many of you. i'm just keeping a brief record of my holiday in the UK last two weeks. for the benefit of my own falling memory and for those who might be curious... Monday 15 - heathrow to brixton. met Mr Mike. bought phone. sightseeing brixton backstreets on the way to Mike&Pam's house on the oh-no-break bus. arrive at Mike&Pam's lovely house to find the word 'Welcome' writen in THAI LANGUAGE on the door!!!! momentary lapse of eyesight due to disbelief! what a heartful host you are! started frantically trying to locate Aree (my Thai friend who was also visiting london at that time too). found out, at 14:45 that i was due to meet her in Bayswater at 15:00. attempting to dash into town. arrive at 15:45. found Aree. tears of joy from finally having loads of roast duck and the tasties chilies in the world on the plates in front of me, as planned. hooray! met Pam&Mike at Leichester Square. well, in other more correct word, they found me. contemplating the possibility of buying ticket to the Abbasolutely Fantastic musical. attempting to go to Bar Rumba, as planned. failed. they not open until 22:00. at that point, i'd rather go to bed than bar. so went to have cake instead. then went home (Pam&Mike's home where i shall call my home too for the next two weeks) stoped at Safeway on the way. loved supermarket very very much! brought home a lot of stuff. foreign supermarket is really really exciting! Tuesday 16 - had appointment with Mr Moore of Chelmsford to go picnic in Cambridge and see Mercury Rev. however, due to ongoing breakfast, i was not able to get to Chelmsford in time to actually do any picnic. David&Pam fed and took me shopping in lovely shops in town and great discount shops instead. even bought me a cooly jacket with pocket in the back of the neck, thank you very very much. i also bought a short furry jacket, due to irresistable softness. Bangkok better be really cold this winter. otherwise, i might be forced to do a party in an ice factory. A HA that's not a bad idea either. Mr Moore, the most sophisticated driver in the world, then drove us to Cambridge. too bad we didn't have time to look much. only a short run into one majestic college/chapel. very very impressive! incidentally, the sandy/earthy tone of those old buildings nicely matched my outfit. love old building! Big Rock Mercury Rev was, to put it lightly, the bomb. in the sense that they're so bloody noisy. i stuffed a lot of tissue in my ears most of the time. they did play softer songs that i really liked a lot though. so all in all it's great, in a deaftening way. Mr Moore did enjoyed it a lot. so it's good musical night outing. On the way home, we stopped at another great place..24-hour supermarket. bought a chinese takeaway meal. i'd like to say it's for both of us but Mr Moore refused to touch it. so it became good snack accompanying various B&S tv programmes, done by Mr Moore. perfect end to the day. Wednesday 17 - went back to london. hardly any memory of what i did in town this day?? probably not much. met Aree at Four Seasons. had roast duck. check out M&S supermarket. then went home. for a real treat! The Pines live! Mr Joe, who went round to record songs with Mike, and Pam very very kindly played & sang me beautiful music. they shut me up from complaining of no gig during my trip once and for all. even now i still cannot get "I see stars" out of my head. and i want to keep it here for as long as i can too. definitely one of my favourite songs in the whole world. Thursday 18 - plan was to go to Madame JoJo for Paul Anderson. but Tube Strike! went into town anyway. met Aree. craved for Japanese food. went around peeping into various Japanese restaurants. found one with loads of Japanese people, so confidently had dinner there. liked it a lot. so good judgement! walked in circle around Oxford Circus, for some reason. did a bit of shopping. Aree felt a bit ill, and wanted to go home. another night out failure! i walked about Soho for a bit looking at people and surveying the restaurants and bars. then went home too. Friday 19 - met Aree. went shopping around Bond St. thank god i woke up relatively early today. all shops were open. a lady sang some operatic songs that i actually knew and liked a lot. so happily walking about her listening. i wanted a bag. Aree didn't want any but ended up getting 2. me 0. grrr today was Susannah's farewell party for her moving to Barcelona. so i went along, with Pam&Mike, Tim, Mark, David&Pam. happy to learn that Tim like to dance to popular pop music, especially Britney Spear. oddly enough, this place played some good songs, followed by a lot of shitty ones, then good again. nice cocktails though. in summary, good fun! Saturday 20 - plan was culture with Aree. with great sadness, i was late and lost Aree. then unable to contact her. i did go to Tate Modern and enjoyed it a lot. inbetween guilt-striking gloom. what kind of person can lose a friend in foreign country. sigh. after the museum, trying some more to find Aree to beg for forgiveness and failed. went along to birthday party of Pam's friend Sarah. felt too doom to talk much to anyone (my apologies again for the rudeness) despite all the lovely people there. Sunday 21 - going to town with Mike&Pam to meet up with Starry, Andy, Sez and my old friend Fumie. had lunch at Wagamama which was nice, despite Fumie mild protest of how unJapanese they are. walked around Covent Garden searching for bag. still 0. plan was to go to Lazy Dog in Notting Hill. but unable to stand the absurdity of queueing system, so went to eat some dessert&coffee instead. bought some cheap cd. bought a bag, at last! from charity shop of all place! went to Four Season for roast duck, but too long queue so takeaway instead. Monday 22 - went to visit a Thai friend who moved here long ago. she's got two babies, 2 years boy and 8 months girl. extremely cute. loved them so much i didn't want to leave. luckily her husband gave me a ride to the airport so had a bit more time with them. off to Edinburgh. Honey and Linda met me at the airport. i almost got goosebump due to unexpecting to see Honey out and about. very very happy to see them again. Linda fed me great chicken while Honey made me loads of cd, and i fed the cats some chicken too, to make friend. Tuesday 23 - Genevieve came! anyone who hasn't met her please do so before before she left the country. what a lovely lovely girl. she's such a cute and adorable little dolly. i wish you can be my niece's babysitter too. come visit any time. we went for a nice walk in Stockwell (i think). great breakfast. lovely cafe, with real fireplace in summer! and lovely shops. the antique/classic jewelry shop was particularly amazing. then Keith joined us too! very pleased to see him again after so long. also very pleased that i did actually understand a lot of Scottish accent this time. probably because Mr Chris wasn't there to add insult to injury. i think we all had some great entertaining drinks, it's rather blank what exactly did we were talking about but highly entertaining all the same. Wednesday 24 - big breakfast in the Prince's Garden. (if that's what it's called-the one down the castle) fed the birds. then feared the birds cos so many of them suddenly appeared with evil eyes. absorb the beauty of hills&gardens&archetechture. went shopping. got lost (in time) in Fopp and Avalanches. Honey bravely decided to come out to say goodbye and take me to airport. i can only hope you still feel up and cheery now Princess. Thursday 25 - plan was breakfast with a friend. but woke up too late so lunch instead. we went to one of the places i like most in the world, even if never been there before. but i kept pointing it whenever i found in those photobooks how much i wanted to live in space like that. once even asked my home stylist friend to quote me the cost, strictly for life-goal setting purpose. only to be shot with 'more than you can ever afford'. Honey&Linda, whenever you can come down to London, do visit this hotel. similar to the Sukhothai in aesthetic, i think. very peaceful, but more minimal and chic. it'll do your heart good. i won't try to describe this place so for those who like peace and beautiful place go have a look yourself... http://www.the-hempel.co.uk/ another plan today was meeting Sister&Mrs Disco in Reading at noon. but again due to ongoing breakfast-->lunch, we met later in the afternoon. i really don't know what to say about Mr Miller. except very very happy to meet him at last. just like the emails, i think. a bit less mad hehe sweeter definitely. and very funny. Mrs Disco was lovely. you two are so happy together. too bad they had to catch the train to catch bus to the faraway land of Ramsbury, so didn't have much time to chitchat as much as i'd love to. best of luck to you with the moving and job and everything! then back to London to roast duck with Aree. then to ancient pub in Fleet St. to say goodbye. all the lovely people there, thank you for coming and letting me see you, especially for the first time. lovely to meet you and i look forward to see you again. the photo i took over there have finished, some are very good. i think i can have someone put them all on a cd. unlikely to be soon though. but i'll send it out to those of you who might like to have a look. over half of last film is all my little niece Pair, so i expect compliment, ok? well, i never write to the list for so long. guess i can write a little bit longer, can't i? Mr Carsmile Steve and Mr David request more Thai news. how can i not bring you some. you know Thai kickboxing, yes? we also have another kind of boxing that's as much fun, if not more. it's similar to usual boxing except the two boxers will be blindfolded and tied with little bells on their ankles. as they can't see their opponent, they can only listen to the bells before making the punch. this kind of boxing is very casual, without formal upper ground ring. the audience will gather and hang on to the ropes making lots of cheering noise. which distracts the bell sounds a lot. so it's not unusual that the boxers, lost in direction, turn the wrong way and happily hitting away the audiences instead. better than football or what. feel free to play this in your next picnic. should be a good laugh. i'm still on UK time and couldn't sleep at night. have to try or tomorrow i'll be falling asleep at work. good night, oon 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 kjetil.sandlund at xxx.no Tue Jul 30 01:24:16 2002 From: kjetil.sandlund at xxx.no (Kjetil Sandlund) Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 02:24:16 +0200 Subject: Sinister: Spending warm summer days outside- Not writing Message-ID: <1027988656.3d45dcb00c1c9@webmail.uib.no> Where do the summer go? I paid good money for the record and want to know Hello people After a summer of perfect wasting I've pulled my self together and read my e- mails, or at least some of them. This brings me to point one: Sorry to all who wrote (possibly brilliant) sinister post during the first couple of weeks of July, They have remained unread, and been deleted. I feel like the bastard who burnt down the library in "In the Name of the Rose." All that wisdom gone, and lost forever. The summer has been spent lazily, mostly by scaring tourists at my favourite coffee shop by day and scaring almost all at my favourite rock joint by night. I've also been a week at a very small house in the country, which came as a shock to people who know me. They didn't think I knew where the countryside was. The rest of the decaying summer was spent discussing the merits of Strangeways with a dog, who was the only one to listen. Strangeways has always been my ignored Smiths album, until I zapped by Dawsons Creek one day, while they played "girlfriend in a coma." I suddenly then realised the fabulous "soundtrack to my life" qualities of the album. The dog just called me stupid for needing Dawsons Creek to point this out to me. And so it went, and here I sit writing crap and burning Dylan bootlegs. Since all my instincts tells me this post could go further a-rye if continued... This is the beginning of the end: I look forward to nostalgia Please excuse the ramblings of a Bob-head in the night Kjetil PS: It seems a some people have said nice things about the utterly wonderful Hives lately, have you heard Cato Salsa Experience, you should. Same shit, different wrapping. The look of CSE has more of the denim extravaganzs, while the Hives is clearly the Hollies wannabe. I think the CSE record is released in the UK among others, if not bend the law and download. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Jul 30 14:12:34 2002 From: boywiththearabstrap at xxx.com (~ boywiththearabstrap) Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 13:12:34 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Take me anywhere, I dont care, I dont care, I dont care Message-ID: Anyone in Glasgow, Clydebank, Dumbarton or Helensburgh want to go out on wedneday night? _________________________________________________________________ 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 theboywiththemiddleeasternstrap at xxx.uk Tue Jul 30 15:14:45 2002 From: theboywiththemiddleeasternstrap at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Thomas=20Henderson?=) Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 15:14:45 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: who the fucking hell are the winners and what does that mean in relation to you winning a prize Message-ID: <20020730141445.16800.qmail@web20604.mail.yahoo.com> hiya, so apologies to carsmile steve, kelly and terry underwear (the big cheat). the winners are as follows- Sarah and/or gavin (our #sinister winner(s)) Richard j. Gillanders kieran Devanay the prize will be announced shortly and i'll make arrangments for postage or whatever, by the way all winners must take part in a promtional photo session for readers of the coatbridge and airdrie advertiser. that was my attempt at a joke there. anyways, just remembering how good badly drawn boy is. oh, the answer to the question was, Vatican Broadside by Half Man Half Biscuit. maybe the prize will be biscuit related, maybe, it'll be sorted out soon. right-o i'm off to work, last night i was told i had an attitude problem, in work, maybe if there was any kind of intelectual stimulation........... anyway. look out for next weeks competition, i'm planning to do one every week until just before christmas and then do a prize draw of all the winners up til then, and have a slightly larger. slightly more expensive prize for the winner, don't get your hopes up though, i guarantee it will be totally bobbins nonsense. byeeeee thomas x. __________________________________________________ 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 Daf_Moore at xxx.com Tue Jul 30 22:14:15 2002 From: Daf_Moore at xxx.com (David Moore) Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 22:14:15 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Rectangular pillars that slightly project from a wall Message-ID: <000701c2380e$bcf89320$5c8701d5@oemcomputer> Hi All, I've been struggling to decipher the lyrics of the Peel Acres songs & here is the usual half-assed comedy mis-hearing riddled effort. Massive props to Em for giving me an enormouse start. Corrections, improvements always welcome, especially from the authors :) Belle And Sebastian - Peel Acres, 25.07.02 You Don't Send Me Since you went away Everything is looking great I'm a little bored When I see you out maybe walking in the street You always cross the road Listen honey there is nothing you can say to offend me Listen honey there is nothing you can say to offend me anymore You don't send me anymore Our little scene is getting smaller by the day It's a human zoo But the key is change getting over all your problems, youÂ’re not a fool Listen honey there is nothing you can say to surprise me Listen honey there is nothing you can say to offend me Cause you don't send me Every sound is tame every group would be the same It would drive you mad What ever happened to the sounds that left you on the floor Laughing, crying, jumping and singing Listen honey there is nothing you can say to astound me Listen honey there is nothing you can say to offend me anymore You don't send me anymore You don't send me anymore You don't send me anymore Roy Walker I wandered all night I wondered all night about you I've been here for years just wandering around the neighbourhood Like a fresh manifestation of an old phenomenon A breeze whips through the tree The rustling leaves and branches bend together the cutest way Forever by the forces of the Lord's choreography I wandered all night I wondered all night about you I've been here for years just wandering around the neighbourhood Just for a second the combination of sights and surroundings Sends him hurtling back to the myriads? of? teenager thoughts and fears He passes big houses and family cars They saddled the horses in cobblestone yards Catches the moon looking down from the stars Like it's done for years and years Wonder, I wonder I wondered all night about you I wonder, I wonder I wondered all night, all night about you Perpetual? feeling? In the grown-up worlds that surround him That there are secrets that can be revealed with knowledge and philosophy And oh to be dumb Oh to be smart He might be nursing a broken heart But feeling this way is just playing a part that's been around for centuries I wandered all night I wondered all night about you I've been here for years just wandering around the neighbourhood I wandered all night I wondered all night about you Love On The March Animals come banging their drums Street fears in summer Kids run around Having their fun Men are already drunk Ba ba da-da-da, etc. A religious holidayÂ’s begun Maybe its because we have no sun Marching begins, animals sing Words that are twisted Meanings of hate Look at the face Bitter and ready to fight A religious holidayÂ’s begun Maybe its because we have no sun Lost in the crowd Shouting out loud Drinking my fill of a Bottle of gin IÂ’ll do anything To help me forget about you Woeful affair You hopelessly flirt With that girl who works in the Pub for a night When at closing time You will be at my door Tell me what it is I have to do I sacrificed everything for you I was feeling so good and the sun was shining All I wanted was to get across the street I made my biggest mistake when I left her with the hurling? match? and the broken kettle? YouÂ’re sick, ever since I was a little kid I always have to bail you out when you take off with your drinking mates and their idiot games If you sing those songs you have to slip They beat me up because I crossed their march They said I need to learn a bit of respect But I am on their side & I follow the team When I get out of here somebodyÂ’s gonna get it Ba ba da-da-da, etc. Sleep On A Sunbeam When the half light makes for a clearer view Sleep a little more if you want to But restlessness has seized me now its true I could watch the dreams flicker in your eyes Lying here asleep on a sunbeam I wonder if you realize you fascinate me so Think IÂ’ve found a new destination If you think you need inspiration Roll out the map and mark it with a pen I will follow every direction Just lace up your shoes, go and fetch ‘em A sleeping bag, a tent I know the summer's passing by All I need is somewhere I feel the grass beneath my feet A walk on sand, a fire I can warm my hands My joy will be complete How about a new destination Never short of new inspiration Roll out your map and mark it with a the gin? We've got plans to conquer the country I'm waiting for you to get out of your situation with your job and quit your life/wife? All I need is somewhere I feel the grass beneath my feet A walk on sand, a fire I can warm my hands My joy will be complete Desperation Made A Fool Of Me IÂ’m sick IÂ’ve felt this way for some time now Fed up with the daily grind IÂ’m trying to find relief If you feel this way then clap your hands Never thought this was a private line? What is making people mean about? sin? Now that I have got my motives straight And I am thinking clearly IÂ’ll sneak up to your window with my senses open? wide IÂ’m tired On my shoulders weighing heavily With the full responsibility For your troubles and your charms You betray the cause?? that run with you Like the sword in some old tragedy Either stick it in my back Or pull out Now that I have got my motives straight And I am thinking clearly IÂ’ll sneak up to your window with my senses open wide Never really thought it would be like this I know its kinda? happening IÂ’m glad that it is IÂ’m glad Now that I have got my motives straight And I am thinking clearly IÂ’ll sneak up to your window with my senses open wide I never knew that ?? would be/feel? like this I know its kinda?? happened IÂ’m glad that it is IÂ’m glad I love (most of) these songs. Its rumoured that Mick wrote You Don't Send Me - true or not it has a brilliant trumpet part so Mr Cooke still gives good horn. And Stuart sounds a lot like Donovan. Great vibes on Roy Walker too: especially since Beans was on or in the bog whilst playing. Shades of Duane Allman in the Muscle Shoals toilet tearing out that fantastic long solo on Boz Scaggs' Loan Me A Dime (what's that? You've brought that up before, David? OK, I'll shut up about it then.) Good toilet humour between songs from the aptly named Wee Chris btw. The P F said the harmonies were reminiscent of 70's YOUNG. It didn't strike me at the time, but I have to admit that when I went back to look for it, it was there. I guess Love On The March has made the least impression on me so far - all a bit too D UHF CD22 for my taste. Sleep On A Sunbeam is beautiful: Sarah makes it all sound so real & personal, whether it is from her imagination or not. Like Em, I hope its not really a wife she wants the geezer to quit! Spoil my nice romantic slushy image! Pretty lead guitar from Stevie(?) too, *and* he plays most of the way through the song, just to please the P F. The intro to Desperation Made A Fool Of Me sounds sadly like Seymour Stein, except for the piano, but it gets great shortly thereafter. The glorious OTT piano and the soaring keyboards remind me a lot of something, most probably mid-60's Dylan but that could also be the reversal in position within the lyric, all the way from "I'm sick" to "I'm glad". I like this song a lot. A recording with the vocal mixed higher would be fantastic, please. Ha ha. I can hear the echo in the almost completely empty room now, but I'll plod on. Some thanks are due. To Princess Oon for her lovely post: I feel privileged to have been involved in a small way in her fortnight in the UK & I am glad she enjoyed herself & saw so many friends old & new. And ate all of London's roast duck & chillies. Did anyone notice a recurrent theme of missing appointments due to breakfast lasting well into lunch time? How does she stay so slim & small!! Also I get to go to work wearing either one of my two Thai elephant ties or the amazing silk elephant boxer shorts. The Pissing Girl keyring has yet to make an appearance there however, & as I am way too fat for the beautiful boy tee shirt it was donated to Ally. Talking of whom, in a recent fortnight he and Lucy have been round to stay (albeit way too briefly), I have watched The Clientele's show with Tim and ended up playing pool with Alasdair, Marianna & Mark in Mark's basement (on his beautifully fashioned home-made table! how clever), and then on Sunday Pam & I went to a barbecue at Tim/Stevie/Sez' with some more lovely people. I wouldn't have been lucky enough to have done any of that except for Sinister so the biggest thanks of all are due to Princess Honey. Long may she reign! 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 professorpaulo at xxx.uk Tue Jul 30 22:32:12 2002 From: professorpaulo at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Paul=20Field?=) Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 22:32:12 +0100 (BST) Subject: Sinister: There is surely nothing worse than washing sieves (so Ill do that bit if you like) Message-ID: <20020730213212.93821.qmail@web20604.mail.yahoo.com> Hello there kiddywinks! I often start my infrequent posts in a self-deprecatory manner, but tonight I am in the mood for a change. IÂ’m fucking great I am. Anyway, now that that blatant lie is out of the way (coz I am great at fucking, o' course) I shall move onwards though I canÂ’t promise about upwards. I thought I would join mr. Henderson in using half man half biscuit lines as subject headers simply because has anybody ever written funnier lyrics? I very much doubt it. If anybody can fill in the rest of the verse to my header (sung to the tune of sheÂ’ll be coming round the mountain – fnar) then youÂ’ll get a smile from me. Which is rather generous of me – I donÂ’t smile for just anybody you know. Nor anybody I know come to that. Oh, IÂ’ll just tell you. ItÂ’s “with the possible exception of being Garth Crooks”. Though why possible is included befuddles me. It must be purely to make it scan. THE POINT OF THIS EMAIL! Who wants to come and live with me in crouch end, north london, uk? OK! My place isnÂ’t that big. I see I shall have to be selective here. Well, let me say I live in a penthouse suite and I have bowls of cocaine on the coffee table and a constant stream of high class hookers coming in through windows, doors, down the chimney. And now let me tell the truth. I have a comfortable wee abode which I donÂ’t very much want to leave coz its nice and its in a nice area and coz I am sick of moving all of the time. Sadly, a fellow sinister flatmate (no, not a band member – yes, I am aiming for the record number of 80s indiepop band references in one post here. I think I need to go to the dentists too) must depart for saucy reasons and I canÂ’t afford to pay his rent so I am looking for a flatmate. Ok – serious bit, It is a very nice place with a real fire, roof terrace, nice garden...etc. its not cheap, but then a shed in london isnÂ’t cheap. So if you might be interested the drop me an email and you can, if you wish, pop around to see it. Oh! And you get to live with me too! And I have just been biding my time really, 15 mins is now up so all there is left for me to say is if youÂ’re bored at work, like me, this passes the time quite nicely for an hour or so www.popbrain.co.uk Shit, my computer nearly crashed when I checked that link was correct..its an omen i should send this, or at least an omen that my computer is a pile of poo... Geia sas! Paul __________________________________________________ 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 bluish_brown_glurp at xxx.com Tue Jul 30 23:09:58 2002 From: bluish_brown_glurp at xxx.com (Adrian Rudloff) Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 15:09:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Sinister: I also play kazoo if you'd like me to accompany myself Message-ID: <20020730220959.49113.qmail@web14103.mail.yahoo.com> Hi All, I don't post much and I've been so behind in reading the list ever since I went on vacation, so if you recently found yourself inexplicably writhing around in pain, that was me deleting you unread and I sincerely apologize. Now would be an opportune time to exact your revenge. I wanted to give my impressions of our little LA meetup and to thank everyone for such a lovely time. I saw Sara Bus Stoppers waiting and didn't know who she was, but I had a hunch she might be one of us. It was so funny when this old man walked right over to where she was sitting gave her a creepy smile and spread his left-over rice on the ground right beside her for the pigeons. Within seconds Sara was swarmed by the flying rats. Did she get up and move? Did she curse the old man out? No. She breaks into the most heartwarming rendition of "Feed the Birds" from Mary Poppins, I've ever heard in my life. BenApps and Rachel showed up a little later. Not only did they organize the shindig, but brought along all sorts of goodies for us to eat, drink and play with. Ben brought his cool homemade Star Wars chess set and tried to get me to play him. I figure homemade chess set=skills, and I could tell he had me pegged for a well-oiled rube, which I'm not, and I politely declined. I don't recall exactly why it was you guys kicked him out of your country, but he's more than welcome in the US, in fact he's just the man we were looking for to tip the scales in our favor. He and Rachel make the sweetest couple and even though she wasn't feeling very well, she still managed a good number of wise-cracks at Ben's expense and he loved it. Ernie arrived a little after everyone else, totally trying to capture that "new boy" mystique, which I think he did quite nicely. His knowledge of indy and twee music is very impressive, and I found myself nodding "yes" more than once to questions I didn't know the answer to, to avoid exposure as the fraud I am. I hijacked the gathering to go to that Galaxy socccer game, so I wouldn't have to go alone and everyone was so cool about it. I owe everyone for being such good sports and at the next gathering I'll keep my mouth shut and go along with whatever the group wants to do....so long as it involves Go-Karts:) We stopped off at my apartment (BTW, total class act that none of you guys have referred to it as a shithole) I showed off my cats and Rachel kept saying that one of them looked like Heather Graham. I don't see it at all (the pink nose maybe?) but I've gotten so much mileage out of that remark and still laugh everytime I think about it. Sara alluded to "broken toilets" in her post and I felt I should explain. She didn't actually break my toilet. On Friday the little plastic lever inside the tank had cracked and would no longer pull the plunger up enough to allow water in. To flush the toilet you had to reach inside the tank and lift the lever (which I showed her how to do). When she went to do this, the plastic lever snapped off, breaking my toilet and rendering it unusable....huh once it's all laid out like that it does kind of seem like....I don't want to get into the blame game. After trashing my place, we all headed out to the LA Galaxy soccer game. Ernie was very quiet about going to the game, so I didn't think he was all that into it but once we'd sat down he was all, Galaxy this, past statistics that. We started calling him Erncyclopedia after that (we didn't, but we should have if only to make my account more accurate). I had a great time. The game was a blast, but really making nice new friends was the best part of the day. I wish we all lived together in the same complex. Like Melrose Place, only less backstabby. Sara said: >p.s...i think i got flipped off while i was driving >home from the game....adrian, i think i saw that! Hee:) I was waving bye. Perhaps another driver? and please tell me that was a formula one car. Later, Glurp PS. A loooooong time ago I crushed someone named M.E. (Mary Beth) Curtin. I don't know if she's still on the list. I recall she posted a few months ago mentioning how little an impact she felt she'd made on the list and I meant to write her then to say "no no I love your posts", but never did. Believe me you're not missing anything by not having me as a pen pal just ask Jeanette Eastwood (thanks for the postcard sweetie:) I just thought I should come clean about the crush. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better http://health.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 Tue Jul 30 23:38:49 2002 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 23:38:49 +0100 Subject: Sinister: if you want to live, come with me Message-ID: David Moore mentioned Princess Honey in his recent post, which reminded me of something. When I was at Glastonbury hanging out with the Sinister posse, someone said to me that I looked just like Princess Honey - only younger. It's obvious what this means. At some stage in the future humanity will have been conquered by robots, and the handful of surviving humans will realise that only one thing can save them - sending one of their number back in time to start up a mailing list dedicated to the band Belle & Sebastian. And of course, I get the job. It looks like I will prove up the the job my fellow humans will give me. 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 sebastian at xxx.com Wed Jul 31 01:55:42 2002 From: sebastian at xxx.com (pedro simões) Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 17:55:42 -0700 Subject: Sinister: finally, big day Message-ID: <200207310055.g6V0tgq07979@mail16.bigmailbox.com> An embedded and charset-unspecified text was scrubbed... Name: not available URL: From samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Wed Jul 31 18:56:37 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2002 17:56:37 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Peel Acres tracks Message-ID: Hello Sinister This is just a very quick post to say that by a gargantuan feat of Anglo-Icelandic cooperation (cheers Gummi!), all five of the Peel Acres Tracks recorded last Thursday can be found at this address: http://gummijoh.net/geyma/B&S%20at%20Peel%20Acres/ Go and enjoy! 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 _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Wed Jul 31 16:43:13 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2002 16:43:13 +0100 (GMT Daylight Time) Subject: Sinister: i know where the summer goes (and it begins with 'B'...) Message-ID: Sinister, That boy Asm tantalised you all with his seductive hints about a Brighton picnic, didn't he? Well, it's all true. The York Sinister Massive are going to be descending on the town like a plague of particularly adorable locusts, and we thought the occasion deserved another picnic. So, it'll be SATURDAY 10TH AUGUST. (That's one and a half short weeks from today, kids!) The default plan as ever is to meet the Sinister Express at around 2pm - given that enough of you London types are coming to warrant your own train. Unfortunately the Archel B&B is pretty much out of business, so I can put up (with) nearer 3 people than 11 this time, I'm afraid. But more details nearer the time etc etc. I have not got ANY witticisms or content, or witty content, to make this boring post more palatable. Sorry. But it's a Brighton Picnic! Luv Archel ****************** 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 tsong at xxx.edu Mon Jul 15 01:02:05 2002 From: tsong at xxx.edu (Tsong) Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 20:02:05 -0400 Subject: Sinister: The Shermans Message-ID: <000001c24dee$867eb040$6d4117ac@resnet.rutgers.edu> Hello All, I don't post much, but I understand that the sinisters are a resourceful bunch and that if I ever had any questions, I could probably find the answers from one of us, so... Does anyone like the Swedish group The Shermans? I just got the Happiness is Toy Shaped album and I love it. Too bad that the lyrics don't come with the CD. Does anyone know where I can find them? I'd really appreciate any information. Cheers, Elsa +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. 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