From pykachu100 at xxx.com Fri Nov 1 00:55:19 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Fri, 01 Nov 2002 00:55:19 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Dialogue: Halloween - Early Guy Fawkes Day Message-ID: Hello weeners! (haha) I have a lot of fun and excitement to tell you. This is in fact going to be better than anything you've ever read on sinister. Not really. I am just going to tell you a story about a fox: Once upon a time there was a quick brown fox, the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog, the end. It all happened whilst some guy (or maybe some gal, or some sexually ambiguous person, or maybe not a person at all) was trying to think of a sentance that uses every letter in the alphabet, and he came up with "A quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog". Clever, eh? The russian version is even cleverer, cos they have to incorporate those backwards letters as well, I don't have a russian keyboard so I can't type it out, but it basically tells the tale of how a quick brown fox ran over a lazy dog in his/her car, and then hit the reverse gear and ran it over again backwards, whilst playing Tetris. Enough demonstration of my digression skills. Incidentally, it's very cruel that "demo" is the short hand for demonstration because I always end up spelling the long word for demostration, and end up looking like a prick, but then I guess shortening it to a DEMON wouldn't be very nice. Office person: I'm holding a Demon tomorrow. Colleague: What, in your arms? Office person: Go to hell. Colleague: You're the one holding hands with a demon. Which brings me back to HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I am sadly lacking in Halloween costumes today, a couple of people in the office came in with fake devil horns (I think they're fake.. are real devil horns made of plastic?), and one girls even had a pair of wings! AND MY BOSS HAD BEATEN ME TO THE ... Boss: Have you been drinking Red Bull? Girl: What the hell? Boss: RED BULL GIVES YOU WINGS! ...joke! Goodness. Despite the lack of Costumes, I made a lovely BANZAI PUMPKIN using a clementine, and a marker pen, it's got a really scary face, but it's tiny! It's a little squidgy monster and it's so cute. I'm taking it home. Maybe next year I can start a business in miniature halloween pumpkin making. What other things, oh yeah! SHIT! THE TREASURE HUNT RESULTS ARE OUT and we found out that our treasure hunt team TEAM ENZYME had it right all along! We guess that the London Trophie was at Rough Trade via a, um, rough, estimate, but wasn't sure enough to go and ask. Ok ok excuses/we are a bunch of wusses I know but grr. No one will believe me. Ok end of post. I guess it wasn't the best post sinister has ever seen afterall, sorry. It wasn't terrible though. Ken P.S.: Now that the treasure hunt clues have been found, are we ready for another BOWLING WEEKENDER? BOWLING WEEKENDER People from other Islands can come too, you know. Let me know if you're interested, and what is the best date for you. I'm thinking maybe in 1-2 week's time, which is either the weekend of 9th November, or the 16th November. (probably the first) You might even get to see the dazzling bowling styles of Dafyd (if he turns up), and Cay (if she turns up), and try in vain to beat the score of Nal (if she turns up), we're full of Bowling talents here. E-mail me if you're interested! And tell me what date's best (aside from a date with me) _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From superluminal23 at xxx.com Fri Nov 1 02:36:10 2002 From: superluminal23 at xxx.com (Paul Mossinger) Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 18:36:10 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: dorky confession to make Message-ID: <20021101023610.49198.qmail@web11302.mail.yahoo.com> I live in Washington DC, but I was in Amsterdam on holiday last week. It was a bit colder than I had anticipated, and I thought I should get some gloves to keep warm. I wandered through the streets, looking for a place to buy some gloves, and I eventually settled on a C&A. I chose them solely based on the fact that they are mentioned in a Belle & Sebastian song. I think that is pretty weird. They were nice gloves though. Thank you for listening. -chris more about me: http://choas2.tripod.com/superluminal/ __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? HotJobs - Search new jobs daily now http://hotjobs.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 michael at xxx.com Fri Nov 1 03:05:15 2002 From: michael at xxx.com (Michael Vance) Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 19:05:15 -0800 Subject: Sinister: dorky confession to make In-Reply-To: <20021101023610.49198.qmail@web11302.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: Sinister is a funny place. I visited Chris' (if that's your real name!) site only to find that he's working at the DoD or some such on chemical weapon disposal type excitement . But then I notice his book is written by Dominic Peloso. About conspiracy theories and what not. Then I notice his name on the email is Paul Mossinger. What's going on here? Such excitement. m. (PS: I saw a man walking down the street in LA today wearing a Gumby costume, and, forgetting it was Halloween, was totally freaked out. Repeat similar scenario with a man in a pirate hat.) -- "I would go out tonight but I haven't got a stitch to wear This man said 'it's gruesome that someone so handsome should care'" -- The Smiths, This Charming Man +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rabidpenguin at xxx.com Fri Nov 1 21:51:24 2002 From: rabidpenguin at xxx.com (s. lord) Date: Fri, 01 Nov 2002 15:51:24 -0600 Subject: Sinister: a blustry day Message-ID: - it has been a while since i have been able to post - not that i really do much posting anyway - but i finally have some time so i decided this is as good a time as any - i have been quite busy as of late fighting with my as of late boyfriend - it has been a rather interesting week - i am now surely rethinking that decision i made to move in with him - it has been fun for the most part - but as of late - well it is just getting unplesant - but at least there is someone else living with us to break the tension - and he is more my friend then the xboyfriend - so i believe i have the upper hand there - if there really is anything to gain - - honestly - - i really am not sure yet to why we were fighting so much - it seems there is a bit of miscommunication somewhere cause he is always accusing me of something i did not do and me likewise - from now on i have decided that when i speak with him i will draw out a flow chat of what i am meaning to say that way there is to be no confusion for him to later yell at me for - but then again perhaps what i say is really mean and he is reacting in a way that is justified - i do not believe that though - a friend brought to my attention that what i think is not always right - to which i responded that i am always right - and i usually am - well mostly - but that is not the case - what is - is that i am at a loss for what is happening - case in point - the most recent dialogue went like this... - - - - - start dialogue - - - - - me - how long have you been at the bar, you seem dirty him - why, are you calling me a whore - - - - - end dialogue - - - - - was that necessary - seriously - i really was not implying that he was a whore because he was at the bar for a long time - i was merely implying that upon returning he was carrying a heavy stench of bad cigarettes and worse smelling booze - to which he responded in a quite irrational way - i believe i am right about this - i guess it could have been the way i said dirty - but i doubt that - there was no secret connotation to the word that i was trying to get across - unless he had been doing something - in which case i switch my self around and go with the calling him a whore thing - - - - - - mmm - - - - so confusing - - - - - - - - - - this whole things is really a bother - i am beginning to believe dating is so overrated - sure there are somethings that i can't do by myself - and then i have my friends - not implying i will date them of course - just saying that who needs boyfriends and girlfriends - i just want my friends - that is all i need - they are the most accessible - and they are more fun - plus you don't have to go through the torture of dating people with friends - shit - friends are better any day - - quickly - - before i leave and let you all discus what a nut i am - i need to quickly give a nice little thank you to the best girl laura - you were perfect - you knew what to say and said it - quick and to the point - you are amazing - so love to you dear - and thank you for listening to me - i should have listened to you sooner - - -- love to everyone -- -- scott -- _________________________________________________________________ Unlimited Internet access for only $21.95/month.� Try MSN! http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/2monthsfree.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elle_jane1 at xxx.uk Sat Nov 2 00:12:33 2002 From: elle_jane1 at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Ellebelle?=) Date: Sat, 2 Nov 2002 00:12:33 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: the story is in the bag, keep your ear to the zip Message-ID: <20021102001233.62130.qmail@web12902.mail.yahoo.com> So there I was, trying to be grown up and inflict some order into my life by the tried and tested and BBC2 recommended system of throwing things away (well actually, I think you’re meant to do car boot sales and a crusher but they’re too wet and distressing) when I realised how much my accumulated stuff said about me. Well, I think it must give interesting and profound insights into my life, but I can’t really work it out so I thought I’d *share* with you because, well, just because. Anyway, what does owning four copies of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ (the play, not the video or more advanced entertainment media) say? And what am I supposed to do with all the copies? I mean, the first one (Heinemann hb) was stolen from my Secondary school when I was a 3rd year and the best English teacher ever (Mrs Ellias) decided to *do* Shakespeare with us. Ok, so she started the whole thing by reading ‘Across the Barricades’ and then playing Dire Straits (no prizes for guessing which song), but I loved it (the play, not Dire Straits) so much I stole the book. Each copy sort of relates to bits of my life, but why I ever felt the need to have more than one copy is beyond me. Unfortunately, the decision as to which to keep and which to crush is also beyond me. I also appear to have a need for tippex. Eight bottles/pens/micey things. How did they get into my flat? How come there is never one around when I need one? I think they sneak in when all my pens sneak out. That’s the only explanation. I should really try to bring this round to music at some point in a cool and subtle way, but as the amount of tippex indicates, subtlety isn’t my forte. I now either have the choice of making some cleverish statement along the lines of putting the book(s) back on the shelf or just crashing into another topic. I choose crash, who wouldn’t? Bright Eyes: Lifted (etc). As many superlatives as you like about the album BUT what is that first track about? It’s enough to put you off the whole thing. In fact, the only reason I listened past it is because I’m too lazy to get up and turn it off and Belle was asleep on my lap. But it’s perplexing (good word, that one), listen now, and listen past track one (or just press ‘next’). To anyone who’s made it this far, well done. V. impressed. Now go and dance in the rain. Elle +Belle __________________________________________________ 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 stringbeanjean1 at xxx.com Sat Nov 2 09:11:04 2002 From: stringbeanjean1 at xxx.com (juju fox) Date: Sat, 2 Nov 2002 01:11:04 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: now i'm in a million pieces Message-ID: <20021102091104.4303.qmail@web21010.mail.yahoo.com> halo sinister. some say, "if you're feeling like a minister, go off and write to sinister", so here i am. it's been so long. i don't really know you anymore. but there's a void in my life, and i need you by me now. there's something about driving at sunset in autumn in the last hour you have to yourself before you must clock in at work after you've just bought powder blue maryjanes and a skirt that resembles the boy's carpet that broke your heart, especially when you're listening to iyfs - the song, on repeat, as you're driving at sunset... that glorious peachy keen kind... something about the feeling of freedom when you set yourself loose in the womens shoe department, size 8 aisle, where you can try on a hundred kinds of shoes and feel like a hundred kinds of people just for a few seconds cos you've already checked the price and know you can never wear the matching shoe outside the shop, so you take off the one and find another to fantasize with for the remainder of the minute you hope will pass quickly... cos each moment you have to wait to take another breath is a moment you have to think about all the things that have happened to you lately... and wonder how many more breaths must go in and out before you're beyond it all. so you park when the prettiest part of the setting sun has passed. and you go into another shop to try on all sorts of clothes that look fantastic on you and match those blue maryjanes so perfectly that you could be a walking debate on why mums should never be allowed to purchase matching sets of tops and bottoms in department stores for anyone over the age of 4. and you leave the shop with more black skirts you don't really need, but you have a void now, and collecting maryjanes and black skirts sometimes is the only way you know how to neglect a hungry heart. and you race to work, change clothes in the car cos you hate clothes, and the ones you left the house in proved your curse of static cling, and only brand new ones can cure the ailment. and don't you feel better now that you look like you've taken up the boy's carpet and spread it all over your hips, wrapped it around your waist... cos he's never gonna wrap himself around you like that again. not cos he doesn't want to. cos his life is plagued, and he won't infect you. you play songs all night that don't really do anyone any bit of good. but you like to pretend your piano's a guitar like all the other girls, and pulling iyfs out of your hat in the middle of your set was the best idea you had all day. and you think about the boy some more. there's something about losing a best friend and housemate who also happens to be the other half of your band that you may or may not have broken up in the same week that the boy you love breaks up with you for nothing you did, and your label announced they can't afford to put out your next record anyway... something that makes you think you're grateful they only happen in three's... something that makes you suspect there's more than three this time. you start to obsess over the health of your cat and listen to every squeak of your car's brakes in wait for the next let down. you listen to the boy's sad songs and melt. and think about those miumiu maryjanes you couldn't afford. and hope the hug you last gave the boy was felt as it was meant. and curl up with your fat cat and think and think and think about who you could be and how you could change the world and make him listen if only you could afford different maryjanes. like the patent leather ones with the cut-outs and extra inch in front just to make you seem bigger than actual size, and more important to more people than just what you mean to that boy. but you still feel like such a regular, and the only hope you have left at the end of the day is that he believes what you say. something about november and my october withdrawals... something so dark in my thinking. but i haven't been able to help it lately. dumped three times in a row... clinging to my cat in case he gets any ideas, 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 samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Sat Nov 2 16:19:56 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Sat, 02 Nov 2002 16:19:56 +0000 Subject: Sinister: There's a portrait. Message-ID: Hello Sinister. I�ve been quiet of late. I would say I�ve had writer�s block, but that would involve me being classified as a writer. I�ve just had *block*. A few weeks ago, Mark Casarotto asked for some of the list veterans to start posting again. I�m sure he wasn�t thinking of me, but I thought I�d try and write a little something anyway. After all, I did recently celebrate my own personal 3rd Sinibirthday, so what the heck. ///AUTUMN\\\ I tend to find that B&S are far more of an end of winter/beginning of spring kinda band. It�s more or less the same kind of weather, but when the ground is crunchy beneath your feet in late February, there�s the anticipation of summer just around the corner, and that seems to suit. The Delgados (�The Great Eastern� and �Hate�) do autumn quite well, as do Lambchop (particularly �Is A Woman); it�s all the warm melancholic orchestration and wistful lyrics that do it for me. Sorry. ///FEELINGS\\\ If there�s one thing that autumn does do to me, it makes me feel strange. I can�t put my finger on it, but I always feel a little stressed and highly strung, as if I�m being watched and assessed and prodded and poked and checked for authenticity. I think it could be some sort of emotional hang-up related to autumn always marking the beginning of the school year, and anxiety about that. But I don�t really know. It�s just a seasonal thing though. ///THE YORK SINISTER MASSIVE RETURNS\\\ After more than a substantial absence from general list conversation, the start of term has prompted me to mention the burgeoning YSM. Last night, at the York University Indie Society (http://www.indiesociety.co.uk) club night, I had the pleasure to bump into James Thorniley, of this parish. He is now a York student, which takes the total number of people associated with York University and with Sinister nearly into double figures. C�mon kids � York Uni is *obviously* the place to be. York sinipicnic details to be announced very soon. ///M�M\\\ There was talk on the list a while back about the M�m LP, �Finally We Are No One�. Half of M�m are on the front cover to Fishyclap. The other half aren�t. I bought it the other day, and for what it�s worth, I think it�s a great record. In true lazy, wannabe journo style, think Bjork meets Boards of Canada in the rusty shack in Montreal where Godspeed! record their albums, and you might be there. It�s a great record. 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 _________________________________________________________________ Surf the Web without missing calls!�Get MSN Broadband. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/freeactivation.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Sun Nov 3 02:43:20 2002 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Sun, 03 Nov 2002 02:43:20 +0000 Subject: Sinister: There's a portrait. In-Reply-To: Message-ID: The album before that is even better. Yesterday was dramatic, today is OK. Something like that anyway. Fewer vocals, more electronics, but there are some moments of real beauty on it. One of those rare records where you listen and just go - wow, how do they do that? In the same vague genre, I also like FS Bluum (almost certainly the wrong spelling) and Ulrich Snauss (see before), which to me sounds a bit like the Field Mice. Were they one German who made instrumental electronica. What else like that should I be looking out for? I don't quite connect with Boards Of Canada for some odd reason. x ps - latest Icelandic great thing for me is Kippi Kananus (again, almost certainly spelt wrong). Not quite as melodic as Mum, but similar spirit. > From: "Sam Walton" > Reply-To: "Sam Walton" > Date: Sat, 02 Nov 2002 16:19:56 +0000 > To: sinister at missprint.org > Subject: Sinister: There's a portrait. > > Hello Sinister. > > I’ve been quiet of late. I would say I’ve had writer’s block, but that would > involve me being classified as a writer. I’ve just had *block*. A few weeks > ago, Mark Casarotto asked for some of the list veterans to start posting > again. I’m sure he wasn’t thinking of me, but I thought I’d try and write a > little something anyway. After all, I did recently celebrate my own personal > 3rd Sinibirthday, so what the heck. > > ///AUTUMN\\\ > I tend to find that B&S are far more of an end of winter/beginning of spring > kinda band. It’s more or less the same kind of weather, but when the ground > is crunchy beneath your feet in late February, there’s the anticipation of > summer just around the corner, and that seems to suit. The Delgados (“The > Great Eastern” and “Hate”) do autumn quite well, as do Lambchop > (particularly “Is A Woman); it’s all the warm melancholic orchestration and > wistful lyrics that do it for me. Sorry. > > ///FEELINGS\\\ > If there’s one thing that autumn does do to me, it makes me feel strange. I > can’t put my finger on it, but I always feel a little stressed and highly > strung, as if I’m being watched and assessed and prodded and poked and > checked for authenticity. I think it could be some sort of emotional hang-up > related to autumn always marking the beginning of the school year, and > anxiety about that. But I don’t really know. It’s just a seasonal thing > though. > > ///THE YORK SINISTER MASSIVE RETURNS\\\ > After more than a substantial absence from general list conversation, the > start of term has prompted me to mention the burgeoning YSM. Last night, at > the York University Indie Society (http://www.indiesociety.co.uk) club > night, I had the pleasure to bump into James Thorniley, of this parish. He > is now a York student, which takes the total number of people associated > with York University and with Sinister nearly into double figures. C’mon > kids – York Uni is *obviously* the place to be. > > York sinipicnic details to be announced very soon. > > ///MÚM\\\ > There was talk on the list a while back about the Múm LP, “Finally We Are No > One”. Half of Múm are on the front cover to Fishyclap. The other half > aren’t. I bought it the other day, and for what it’s worth, I think it’s a > great record. In true lazy, wannabe journo style, think Bjork meets Boards > of Canada in the rusty shack in Montreal where Godspeed! record their > albums, and you might be there. It’s a great record. > > 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 > > > > > _________________________________________________________________ > Surf the Web without missing calls! Get MSN Broadband. > http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/freeactivation.asp > > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister > +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ > +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ > +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ > +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ > +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ > +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ > +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mess_up_my_hair at xxx.com Sun Nov 3 05:17:34 2002 From: mess_up_my_hair at xxx.com (. alex .) Date: Sun, 03 Nov 2002 15:17:34 +1000 Subject: Sinister: a new girl Message-ID: Hello :) I guess I've been lurking here long enough..well about a month or so, but that's long enough. I'll introduce myself. My name is Alex, an eighteen year old girl in Brisbane, Australia. I saw someone asked if anyone was from Brisbane, and well I am. Brisbane is a good place to live - it's small and lots of people know each other. It's nice just to walk around and listen to pop songs on my discman and feel like dancing. I used to do that lots on the way to uni and at uni and on the way home from uni. I'm on holidays now so I suppose I'll be doing that in my spare time instead. 'Tigermilk' is my favourite album to do that to. It's my favourite Belle and Sebastian album, and sometimes I think my life is progressively becoming more and more like a Belle and Sebastian song. I'm reading 'The Catcher In The Rye' at the moment for the second time. I've liked reading Sinister so far. I hope winter isn't too cold for everyone up north! It's summertime weather here - not overly hot right now but the temptation to go swimming is always there. xox Alex ===================================== I took your advice and fixed my radio But I can't find anything that sounds good anymore http://www.geocities.com/veruca_salt_97/ http://darlingalex.diaryland.com/ _________________________________________________________________ Internet access plans that fit your lifestyle -- join MSN. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/default.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From sunnie_set at xxx.com Sun Nov 3 13:20:08 2002 From: sunnie_set at xxx.com (Sunny set) Date: Sun, 03 Nov 2002 13:20:08 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Have you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions? Message-ID: It had been quite a while since my family have been together in one place and then suddenly we found ourselves seeing each other twice in three weeks. After a long time apart it takes a while to remember what it is like to be a family. Sitting around the dining room table talking... about 4 different things. It is so easy to forget the basic rules of being a family. Each member of the family has his or her own obsession. The objective of the game is to try to convince every other member of the family that their obsession is the only one worth caring about. It�s a comprise between engaging others in conversations about your own obsessions whilst blocking attacks from other people. Once this has been achieved the game is over and the original owner of the obsession is crowned victorious and respected by all. Of course this has never happened. My dad is in the lead at the moment, having convinced my sister to support Carlisle United. They go to games together and make a very dangerous pair. Luckily it will take a while for them to convince either me or my mum that standing out in the cold drinking Bovril and watching a ball kicked around is a good idea, so the game is by no mean won. My mum on the other hand is playing a tactical game. She obsesses over multiple things (runrig, Donnie Munroe, Gaelic, stone circles, making food using brown flour) one minute you are feeling smug having successfully blocked a conversation about Gaelic and just as you are congratulating yourself you realise she is talking about Donnie Munroe and you are encountering angry glares from the other members of the family. My fight is going fairly well. My mum admits she likes Belle and Sebastian and even knows simple facts like: Isobel is the one who left the band recently, and that there used to be two people called Stuart but now one of them is called Stevie (ok she gets a bit confused sometimes). My dad has been known to play The Boy With The Arab Strap without prompting, but my sister still puts her hands of her ears and says �I�m not listening� whenever I bring the subject up (crude but effective weapon in the game) My first meeting with my family had gone abysmally. I was coming down with the flu and in no fit state to compete. My sister and dad on the other hand found many things to say about Carlisle, and even my mum had managed to slip runrig into a conversation. However the next meeting was on home territory. I had the upper hand! I stood my ground waiting for the perfect moment to attack... It came just at the end of the meal. I could see I was not the only one who had heard enough about the days match. My mum was looking decidedly bored. I launched my attack: �shall I put some music on� I asked her sweetly� �that�s a good idea� she replied. A fatal move on her part. I knew that is was unlikely that any member of my family had heard storytelling. And decided the instrumentals could be just what I need to secure a fan base within my family. I put the CD and then sat down, trying not to smirk. I let my dad and sister continue there discussion about the football and played with my remaining food. One and a half songs later my dad stopped talking and looked at me. I looked back innocently. Then he spoke: �this is a bit sophisticated for you isn�t it? Music without lyrics, I�m proud of you, its almost classical� I smiled and turned to my sister: �Do you like it?� �It ok� She was wary, she knew this could be a trick and didn�t want to commit herself one way or another. She moved uncomfortably in her seats trying to work out whether I had gone over to the other side and perhaps this was runrig, or whether the CD was something in the charts that she should probably know about. My dad cracked first: �So who is it?� I wondered whether to lie� but I was excited by the almost acceptance of my obsession that I could wait any longer to reveal their true identity. And as soon as I did the game was over� they put downs began, �this is a mavericks song, this is just like the beach boys, this is just like that other one they did� But I didn�t care. I had managed to get my family to listen to half a B&S CD without tying them down. I know they won�t be able to hold out much longer� one day we will sit down as a family and listen to a whole B&S CD without someone turning it off. Take Care Rachel ************* With the current crop of disposable jaw lines and manufactured inanity, it seems that we need our heroes now more than ever before. http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk ***************** _________________________________________________________________ Broadband?�Dial-up? Get reliable MSN Internet Access. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/default.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From james.thorniley at xxx.com Sun Nov 3 14:41:04 2002 From: james.thorniley at xxx.com (James Thorniley) Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2002 14:41:04 -0000 Subject: Sinister: James drinks a nice cup of tea! Message-ID: <000001c28347$0971e110$bd842090@csrv.ad.york.ac.uk> Hi So, the first term of my first year at the University of York is now nearly 5 weeks in, and I'm doing just fine. I'm writing at the moment to take my mind off the fact that I have been given work which I really can't do, which is ever so depressing. I'm enjoying my stay in University accommodation. I have to say the rooms provided by the University of York are absolutely superb - the house isn't falling to pieces like you might expect. There are definitely no huge cracks in the walls and the fridge door closes perfectly. I'm living with an ok bunch of people. They're really into indie music but they never go out so they're really boring. Its a shame because the clubs in York are really good, there's absolutely no cheese so you can dance to classic choons from B&S, Hefner and Baxendale* et al, all night. Large. Nearby to me in house L is house O, who are all a really sad bunch of shites, who are constantly listening to S Club Juniors in their kitchen. I keep getting dragged over there, I think because one of the blokes fancies me. I went with them to the club night thing put on by the indie society (as mentioned by asm just a minute ago) the other day. There we bumped into the rest of the York Sinister Massive (ohmigod), including Sam/asm, feather boa, and TheBoyOnceKnownAsMummyI'veGrazedMyKnee, (all of whom I've bumped into in London on previous occasions), amongst others who I vaguely remember the names of but don't want to put myself on the spot by trying to name check them now. We sat and drank some fruit juices, and I gave up smoking. There was even some dancing, but nothing too crazy. TBOKAMIGMK appears to be in crutches so he wasn't really making a go of the dancing at all. After several fruit juices we were all feeling a little silly but kept ourselves under control. I certainly didn't hit any girls, not even for fun. Later on there was rampant shagging. 'Ave it! Love James * Baxendale are really good. P.S. So are the White Stripes. P.P.S. I'm 5'2'' and blonde, and there's a pig flying around inside the computer room. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sun Nov 3 16:01:39 2002 From: mark.hester at xxx.com (Mark Hester) Date: Sun, 03 Nov 2002 16:01:39 0 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: I bought you a present, a clipper ship with a tower of clouds like smoke Message-ID: <20021103160143.10372.h014.c000.wm@mail.nme.com.criticalpath.net> Hi everyone, Subject line was prompted by Stuart name-checking Gerard Langley in the Q & A. It's been so long since I've posted or done anything remotely sinister-y at all that the experience feels a bit like exploring the attic, finding an old box of photographs, blowing the dust off and opening it up to relive old memories and discover some things which you've forgotten about totally. What have I been doing whilst I've been away? Well, one thing is that I've set up a blog. I'm not quite sure why. I've no idea whether I'll find the whole thing so compelling that I'll be posting to it all the time, or whether it will become such a chore that I'll rapidly begin to resent its existence. Anyway, right now I've got so many ideas buzzing around in my head, just like the un-named character in the Bangles' "If She Knew What She Wants", that I feel that I'll be contributing quite regularly, just like the Kaiser. If the summer is for picnics, then surely autumn and winter are for travelling long distances for gigs. There's no reason why I shouldn't go to London or indeed even further to see bands I like at other times of the year (and I often do) but it is convenient - ok, then, *lazy*, to divide the year up in this way, especially as my two visits to RoTa have both been towards the close of 2000 and 2001 respectively. Tomorrow, however, its off to the very local Cellar to see Chris T-T whom I've only read about, not actually heard, but anyone who writes a song about a bus route must be good, surely? So James Thorniley has joined the York Sinister Massive. It's ages since I've been to York, but I have lots of good memories of it...the Burning of the Boats ceremony on the Ouse, the smell of chocolate wafting through the air from the Terry's factory, searching unsuccessfully for Dick Turpin's grave and almost missing the train home (I swaer someone had been moving the signs around). Has York produced anything of merit musically lately? It's somewhat unfortunate that the only band I can think of from York is Sh*d S*v*n. There is no such thing as the Oxford Sinister Massive. I wish there was. Maybe there are some sinister freshers who lurk, who knows? The Boy G is here apparently, though I have yet to bump into him. Ever had that experience of finally noticing something and going "duh, oh yeah" in a slightly embarrassed and quite-a-bit asinine sort of way? I owned Teenage Fanclub's "Grand Prix" album for years before I realised that each band member is standing under a sign with his own name on it. Been playing this album a lot lately for some reason (and looking up verisimilitude in the dictionary). And with Norman Blake playing Stevie's dad, that almost counts as 'content' ;). "if you're feeling like a minister, go off and write to sinister", wrote Juju, but which kind of "feeling like"? You can feel like you're dressed up in a cassock and are about to be offered more tea, or alternatively be reading Canon Roger Royle's column in Woman's Weekly and suddenly think, "Phwoar! I'll have me some of that!" Very confusing, this language of ours. Time flies like an arrow, etc. Mark. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname at nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sun Nov 3 18:03:17 2002 From: hobart at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2002 18:03:17 -0000 Subject: Sinister: backstage Message-ID: <008d01c28363$6c31d000$f229883e@default> 'think of it as being behind the scenes. Like in a theatre or something. I just pulled us out of the audience, and now we're walking around backstage' (neil gaiman, american gods) this will make sense eventually, i promise. but maybe i lie as i promise. -------------------- trees in sillhouette the screen lights a darkened room i miss your poems i imagine her she sits in a bar, alone waiting for something i suspect, when asked she wouldn't tell you, when asked what she waited for words are sustenance she devours the sweet nothings and offers them back and, i do miss you. -------- there is a world where we are all backstage. the theatre is our own. some years ago, a fragrant princess flung her tiara in the air and we ran to where it landed. some of us came faster than others. and what wonders there were.... back in those magical days. people still talk about them with awe. those who live in the past, and don't realise that the present can be just as beautiful. i look around me. i remember a fragrant princess, and i know she still hears some of what we say. she is, i suppose, our narrator, and the rest of us follow her, nervously, onto the boards. we throw the characters onstage to appease the audience. there is a fumbling haiku writer. there is a talking pair of trousers. there is a fox, cut from a tree. there are those who step onto the stage and offer autobiographies, monologues. there are those who try and amuse with nonsense. this is our world. it belongs to us. and, guess what??? ... its real.. and we have the honour of shaping it, and helping it grow. i'm standing in a bar, always in a bar. i've come to meet the haiku writer. she's gone quiet lately, and i know life as a struggling artiste can be hard. all those hand jobs round the back of rackhams.. i don't think she's real. i think she's only as real as the ian that isn't afraid, the ian that says what he's thinking and does what he wants to. i think she's only as real as the girl that calls herself a sunset, or that famous pair of pig tails. but that'll do me. that's real enough. who are the audience? are we our own audience? no. you don't see the play from behind the scenes. where the power lies. where the play could be ended with one swift drop of a curtain. i think those creatures we have created are the audience. they have lives of their own. who knows who else those campbell-kidnapping squirrels have harmed? who knows what those smiling cars get up to in their spare time? i look up to the skies, and i can't SEE a shed there. but, then, i'm not looking at the right skies. these are mine. i can only imagine how sister janice slejj's skies look. from the inside. right now, she's bothering some poor innocent individual, and that individual rubs his hands in angst and wonders who sent this visitation. oops. sorry. we've created a universe. does that make us gods? maybe. a god can be whatever you want it to be. something, nothing, everything..all of the above. oh, its a small world to some. others would deny its existence. i'm sure we even have non-believers amongst our own ranks. there are many gods who create something, and then wash their hands of it. usually, they mutter something about 'free will'. the haiku reader won't turn up. not for me. and the fictional ian? he's got better things to do than wait around in the bar. he's away with that team of rugby players that the real ian would walk away from, sneaking glances over his shoulder. i'll come back to myself. back to the other gods. they all look suprisingly human. perhaps that is because they are. in the dark days, anything can seem possible. in the dark, anything is possible. back to my world. back to the sunday, and the monday, and the tuesday. brown carpets, moments that pay my way and corrode my soul. dreaming of the crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy nights. your poems lift me throwing us back at ourselves a broken mirror? i never could write haikus. and i think we're our own broken mirrors. those backstage parties make me smile. they make me feel sorry for the people who never thought of entering the theatre. those who never even knew it existed. the time in this theatre makes my own long days seem that little bit magical. no, remove the word 'seem' from that sentence. and, if its a small theatre, a wise woman once said: 'a storm in a teacup is exciting to the teabag' liz, if you're reading, meet me backstage for a cup of assam some time. 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 antipopconsortium at xxx.com Sun Nov 3 20:14:44 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Sun, 03 Nov 2002 20:14:44 +0000 Subject: Sinister: What is a 'Fog Gun'? Message-ID: Dear Sinister, Halloween. I was walking back through the little shopping bit on Fulwood Road, just behind (my rule regarding walking, incidentally, if I�m on my own, is that unless there are exceptional circumstances I�m not allowed to pass anyone � people walk too fast, you miss things if you do) a young mother with a small child of indeterminate gender (the gender isn�t important to the story). Outside one of the little bakeries there she stops the pram and, pointing to a specially decorated Halloween style cake, asks the child if it would like one of those � cue ecstatic child. And, as I skip past the pram I feel the tiniest tinge of homesickness. When I get back to my room tiny bits of fallen leaves and twigs are stuck to the damp backs of my overlong jeans. Not the weather for them. In the lifts, through a tiny grate in the top left hand corner you can see yourself rising or falling, passing through physical space, sometimes the other lift will whiz past in the opposite direction, and as you step out, or in, if you look down at your feet there�s a tiny slit through which you can see the whole lift shaft � if you�re starting from the top, as I frequently am, then you can see all the blank space you�re about to fall into. I can�t decide if it makes me feel more or less claustrophobic � my eyes are drawn almost masochistically towards those gaps every time, especially if there are others in the lift with me. Imagine being stuck in a lift. It�s been done. Then, later that day, which was yesterday as I write this now, dancing to Pulp�s �Common People� - happily the full album version, I look around to see if anyone knows the words to the �Like a dog lying in a corner�� bit, but nobody seems to, so I sing it a bit louder, so that people might notice that I am au fait with the song. Loser. I think back to last year when during the manic encore rendition of said song I was slightly disturbed by the violent, almost celebratory way that the Birmingham Academy filled with what seemed like the whole crowd bellowing �Cus everybody hates a tourist!� Later I try to muse on the nature of being a fan of a band, or even just a song, but am distracted by drunken chatter. The weather seems to have taken a turn for the worse now. Still. I�m wary of talking about weather now, though, since I read in quality free newspaper The Metro that following a pan-European survey, the British people were found to be the worst conversationalists in all Europe because all we talk about is the weather. Still. In Norwich they cut down horse chestnut trees because of the danger of people being hit by falling conkers, that is, horse chestuts falling and hitting people on the head. A church somewhere (I forget where) stops a weekly yoga group from using its hall because of yoga�s associations with the practises of Eastern religions. The Christian bookshop on the way into town here puts up anti-Halloween posters: �Trick or Treat? Just a bit of fun? No it isn�t.� The culture minister, on seeing the new Turner Prize exhibition claims that British art is �lost�. In my notebook I write that this is surely a good thing. I have not, however, seen the exhibition myself � I imagine the pictures I�ve seen don�t nearly do justice to the works themselves. Earlier that day, some students organise an anti-war protest. Someone stands on top of one of those round advertisement hoardings with a megaphone and the crowd chants along after him, HIM: WARFARE, THEM: WELFARE etc� on the ground a couple, one wearing a GW Bush mask and various witch paraphernalia and another ditto, but with a Tony Blair mask dance around, HIM: GEORGE BUSH, THEM: TERRORIST!, HIM: TONY BLAIR, THEM: TERRORIST! I lament easy student anarcho-socialism, and in doing so realise that my rebuttal of the validity of the protest is as much of a clich� as the protesters themselves. Still. The warfare/welfare chant reminded me sufficiently of Crass� �Reality Asylum� which I put on just loud enough for people in the corridor to hear, but there�s no one about. At my old primary school, a Catholic school, incidentally, and we used to have Halloween discos. But. A few years ago, so a good while after I left, there was a teacher who hung himself, from a tree in his back garden. He�d been married just two months previously, and, for the wedding he and his then fianc� had instructed the guests not to buy them gifts, but instead to give however much they were planning on spending to charity. How do people manage those really short posts by the way? Tell me everything, doesn�t matter how irrelevant it seems, we�re interested in what you have to say. I nearly always enjoy reading those big 3000 word monster posts � one of those a week and you�ll have a book by next Christmas. Still. I can�t rightly tell where I am in the day now, but during a lecture the lecturer mistakenly says that Tracey Emin won the Turner Prize for her unmade bed. Expecting similar, I go for the slow rushing intake of breath noise that customarily accompanies such faux-pas. But. Nothing. A few people turn and stare at me quizzically, the prof doesn�t falter on stage; the girl in front of me notes Emin�s false victory. Oh has the World changed or have I changed etc. �What the rest of the world calls a butterfly, the caterpillar calls the end.� Lao Tzu said that, although scholars doubt his actual existence and so forth, but you can get that quote on a tshirt now, if I was as computer literate as I might like to be then I could even have that as my big end quote that I finish every post with, I could just write it on the end of each post I guess but that�s sort of cheating isn�t it? � there�s a whole range of tshirts encompassing choice phrases from such luminaries as James Joyce, Nietzsche, Foucault etc etc � I think it�d probably just look naff if I bought one though, and since it�s a bookshop that sells them chances are, as with so many of these things, the only size available will be adult XXL and obviously I wont be able to try it on. Dear. Back to later that day then. My indie cred hits a new low as I dance (halfheartedly!) to Nickleback. I was wearing, though, my b&s tshirt which glowed attractively in the UV light. Ok, change track. I wrote the above on Friday, which was yesterday, since today is Saturday. Since then a great deal has gone down, sort of, including me going to Offbeat last night which was excellent, despite them not playing anything I requested � I even bought a tshirt which says �indier than thou!� on the back, which I�m probably not, not after that whole Nickleback fiasco anyway, but happily the super-ironique exclamation mark shows that I�m only jesting anyway and that I know that indie is not a contest of one-upmanship, and even, that by wearing the tshirt I am in fact critiquing the overly-serious ways of certain scenesters with their dogmatic self-righteousness etc. Speaking of exclamation marks, the following is an extract from the Sheffield University English Department Style Guide: �Exclamation marks are generally to be discouraged. Enthusiasm can be shown in other ways.� Brilliant. It also says �Boy� on the front, no disputing that - this is the tshirt now, not the style guide. Ahem. Oh yeah, things being as they are, there isn�t another Offbeat until the 22nd of November. However, said date is the annual Belles special, which should be pretty top notch and and and on the 21st, which is the day before, zany American folksters The Moldy Peaches and zany American folkster Jeffrey Lewis are playing the typically pretty rubbish Sheffield SU indie night. It promises to be two whole days of fucking rock. You should all come. Oh actually, if anyone does actually want to come, in the interests of caring and sharing then I could put a couple of people up here. Yes, that�s right, in this very room where I compose these very posts. You can even see the computer that I use, the grubby little keyboard � it has a little burn mark on the spacebar after I dropped an incense stick on top of it which melted the poor plastic and spewed a load of smoke all over the place. Today then, Saturday, I went out for a walk in the rain. People don�t tend to do that anymore � I saw someone I vaguely know, �Where are you off to?� they asked, which is a perfectly fair question, �Er, nowhere really, I�m just sort of wandering�� I answer. This doesn�t seem acceptable as indicated by the look they give which combines something approaching horror and something approaching confusion. �Ok� they say and leave sharpish. Fair enough, I suppose. I make it into town about an hour later (someone in the lift the other day said that it takes half an hour to walk into town � this is evidence for my �people walk to fast� proposition� i.e. this someone walks about twice as fast as I do) and, catching my pale reflection in a shop window I realise how wet I look � not wet as in the opposite to hard as in good at fighting, though that too, but that always, no, more actually physically wet from the rain. I don�t carry it well at all. Everyone seems to look less wet than I do, though perhaps I�m just vain, (I have become much more vain actually, recently that is, since getting here � something to do with trying to fertilise my �cool outsider schtick� image � I am no longer too scared to try clothes on in shops and then not buy them). They do have umbrellas and hoods and things as well though � I should invest in an umbrella I imagine, though I haven�t the foggiest regarding where I�d get one from. This flat hair doesn�t suit. Though. I wave away a woman selling (perhaps that�s not quite the word, vending?) poppies who, ok, looks as bedraggled and wet as I do and then confused by my refusal, but I don�t want to get into why I don�t think wearing them is a good idea with her, not in this rain. I had all that at school last year. I am accosted by about twelve other people vending poppies whilst slouching round town. Jocularly, one of them offers to stick it on the lapel of my jacket for me �No fanks�. I suppose I�m as much of a hypocrite with my CND badge and all, but there you go. I should now probably say something about seeing a discarded poppy, stricken and alone, trampled into a puddle etc but I shan�t. Paragraphs. Just outside the window someone has gone to great expense (I guess) to put on a fairly spectacular fireworks display, as fireworks displays go. I�ve never been that impressed by fireworks to be honest, once you�ve seen one etc. Actually, the best bit of watching fireworks is seeing them going off far away and then waiting those few inert seconds to hear the bang. That silence is pure science. It�s a bit like the space between seeing where a piece of puzzle goes and actually putting it into place. There are other examples. The ones here did enough to drown out the slightly disturbing sounds of this Dymaxion record. Dymaxion, as it goes (though this is admittedly just conjecture on my part) are probably so named after the ill-fated dymaxion car designed by the R. Buckminster-Fuller who also happened to discover that magic third isotope of carbon, buckminsterfullerene. Small world. Anyway this leads me neatly on to talking about music which disturbs you � this probably, but not definitely, lies somewhat outside the realms of b&s, and bits of music that disturb me tend to be instrumental anyway, stuff with vocals doesn�t work so well. It�s usually pretty sparse stuff too, which is why this Dymaxion record fits well � other examples? There�s a bit on the longest song from the most recent Shalabi Effect album where all the percussion falls away which is quite spooky, and despite having vocals, much of Daniel Johnston�s stuff unsettles me, though maybe that�s as much contextual as anything else. But, the more interesting question is: How is it that music can produce unsettling or disturbing emotions? Incidentally, when I started my tape for the tape tree the idea (which slowly became obscured as I found songs which I wanted on that didn�t quite fit the criteria) was that side one would consist of songs which didn�t seem that threatening on the surface, but were insidious and scary in their cores � so side one has Dymaxion (if you haven�t heard Dymaxion by the way, then download something or buy something, I�m sure you�ll like them) and Akira Ifukube and stuff and side two would have songs that sounded threatening on the surface but were really a lot of fun once you got to know them � stuff like Merzbow and Naked City and The Locust. As I say, it didn�t quite come off like that, but it�s an interesting idea anyway. Swish. Ok. Having all but avoided the wrath of the camera for the best part of the summer people have suddenly started taking pictures of me at a rate that can be best described as alarming. What was it that Brian Eno said about photographs and videos of himself? He really summed it up anyway, whatever it was � I�ll have to paraphrase since I can�t recall the exact words, if you�re interested they�ll be on the net somewhere, I believe the interview where he said it was with Mark Sinker, but something about your thoughts turning to yourself in the future looking back at this picture as the camera turns on you - you�re split into being in two places at once, which isn�t a comfortable feeling. Or perhaps Eno and I are just not very photogenic. So somewhere, probably in the grubby, but thankfully gloved (they do have their standards) hands of some employee at Boots, there now exist photos of me wearing poorly applied eye makeup (actually, and this�ll be a long parenthetic preamble so sit back, one of the scariest things I�ve ever done is buy said makeup � I never used to bother with the stuff really, and if I wanted to I borrowed it from someone, but after I returned here wearing some after a night out a couple of weeks ago I met with the horror and revulsion of other�s here, including one guy who quizzed me at some length regarding my reasons and justifications for being male and wearing makeup � am I gay? Am I trying to look stupid? So, being the contrary cunt that I am after that I decided I had to buy some and wear it at every opportunity. Easier than it sounds. I�ve stuffed this up actually, too much build up and the build up is much more fun than the actual story which involves me feeling awkward in Boots and embarrassedly buying a can of coke as well and avoiding the joint �if you say it�s for your girlfriend or sister� gazes of checkout attendant and security guard. Away I ran. Pretty fucking scary, huh?) and grinning sheepishly (notice there how the sentence ran on seamlessly despite the two hundred odd words in the brackets, brilliant) or idiotically (those are the only two I can manage). And, well, I don�t know, I�m not a fan of photos of myself. Again I�m probably deprecating to try and pick up compliments here, though from who I have no idea since I don�t think anyone on Sinister has ever seen a photograph of me � if I can get hold of a copy and I work out how to magic it onto the computer then maybe I�ll send the above mentioned photo for inclusion on the photos page on the Sinister site. Is that still going? Dangler there - the photo page I mean, of course, I haven�t looked in ages, actually. I�m sort of running out of things to say, there were others which might come back to me in a minute but I�m being tempted into stupid ��The Beggar�s Opera� � what�s that all about?� type comments. Not a good road to go down. Et bien. I�m going to leave it there, then. More during the week, I imagine. I bet you can hardly wait. - Kieran. _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Nov 4 09:01:13 2002 From: terryunderwear at xxx.com (terry underwear) Date: Mon, 04 Nov 2002 16:01:13 +0700 Subject: Sinister: fools and horses Message-ID: Hello, I went to the zoo yesterday. I hadn't been in years, and it is much nicer than it used to be. But I'm not really into animals in cages. Especially the birds who can't even have a decent fly. I kind of had fun, but kinda didn't. I did, however, see a sign which had "Animal Husbandry" written on it. This made me laugh, and reminded me of my older brother who went to an Agricultural School and did a unit called Animal Husbandry. I always get the image of a wedding cake with a cute little cow and a man on top. And this scene too: Minister: Do you, Daisy the cow, take Farmer Brown to be your lawfully wedded husband? Daisy the Cow: I moo I finish my degree in two weeks, and am torn between doing honours and travelling next year. I have changed my mind about 5 times today alone. I think it is possible to change your mind up to 40 times a second, or maybe it is 35 times, or 45, or 38, or perhaps 42. i've been in a sparklingly good mood today, and have been dancing around to the EP's all afternoon. I'm glad October is over, cause it is never a good month for me. Bad stuff always tends to happen, and I get hay fever too. But November is much nicer, and has a much better name too. The weather is starting to get nice and toasty, and the beach is beginning to look very inviting. Peaches and nectarines are in the shops, big juicy strawberries are nice and cheap, and mango's, oh the mango's. And it's the Melbourne Cup tomorrow which is something I always look forward to losing money on. My picks are Requiem and Distinctly Secret. Aren't the Belle and Sebastian playing cards exciting? I'm quite looking forward to having Sarah in one hand and Isobel in the other. I think it's time for me to go now. terry __________________________________________________________ Outgrown your current e-mail service? Get 25MB Storage, POP3 Access, Advanced Spam protection with LYCOS MAIL PLUS. http://login.mail.lycos.com/brandPage.shtml?pageId=plus&ref=lmtplus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From james.thorniley at xxx.com Mon Nov 4 12:47:52 2002 From: james.thorniley at xxx.com (James Thorniley) Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2002 12:47:52 +0000 Subject: Sinister: An apology... Message-ID: <20021104124752.ZKZY9836.mta01-svc.ntlworld.com@[10.137.100.61]> Hi Two posts in two days, wow. It has become apparent that perhaps it was not apparent that my last post was a PACK of SLANDEROUS LIES. A low attempt at humour, I'm sorry. I don't want to discuss it at length, you can just reverse everything I said if you are confused, I'm just going to make some important corrections for fear of my deceit being forever immortalised by the archives (or sounding like a bastard). 1. The infamous House O contains lovely people, one of whom is one of our newest list members who is thankfully silenced by the nursery for the moment. I won't say any more about her as I don't want to spoil the impending joy for her of having to write the obligatory "Hello, my name is ..., I like Belle and Sebastian" style first sinister post. She doesn't like S Club Juniors 2. The boy I accused of fancying me is in fact in love with the students union president (so I'm told). 3. For someone on crutches, Chris Jones dances like a MANIAC. Apologies once again. I'm off to lurk for another 6 months or so, until you all forget who I am again and then I come back to talk bollocks once more. James 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 MyMomSays at xxx.com Mon Nov 4 16:22:47 2002 From: MyMomSays at xxx.com (MyMomSays at xxx.com) Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2002 11:22:47 EST Subject: Sinister: What am I? A garden slug in a janitor's suit? Message-ID: Does anyone know who sings the tune that includes lyrics about "the Colorado snow?" I know I am being vague here, but that's really all I know about the song, that and maybe it's some sort of Countryish Male & Female duet (It's NOT "Meet me in Montana" by Dan Seals and Marie Osmond--by far the BEST country duet). Anyhow, whoever sings that song, please, alert me--I must summon them and then bash them repeatedly upon the head. Because it's been snowing in fair Colorado Land for a WEEK now! It feels like the dead of January. Some of you people in the UK often lament for snow, but I hate it. Loathe it. I think I must measure an official year by the passing of summer, like maybe I am still existing in a schoolchild's mind where the year isn't really over until I have to go back to school again. I am always crying the blues because the years seem to go by so fast these days, but when I try to place myself into November of 2001, it seems like forev ago. I guess what really makes the time go by slow is when you're actually *waiting* for something. Ever since last November I've been waiting for so much; some of the things I waited on never did happen. The things I wait on now? They WILL happen, whether or not they want to. Allow me to pause while I adjust a South London badge affixed to a light-brown corduroy jacket. I am not sure if you all know this, but Mandee May is not my real name. "Mandee," I confess, is not even my real name. However, people all over the world still seem to refer to me as "Mandee May"--in fact, my co-workers have started to call me as such, without me even mentioning it first. Is there something about those two words that just seem right about me? It doesn't make sense, because Mandee May is so twee and cutesy, and let's face it, I am one tough lady. (Haha!) I have recently found myself in post-graduate limbo. Have any of you experienced this phenomenon before? I've graduated from college, but I really haven't moved on yet. I feel soooo "St. Elmo's Fire." In fact, now that I think about it, there are a LOT Of movies that are about Post-Graduate Limbo; "Kicking & Screaming," umm I guess two movies makes for a LOT these days. Anyhow, I feel very much between things; all of my friends are still in college, I am looking for a proper full-time job (that pays a semi decent wage). Here are some things I do to pass the time: 1) Watch "Career Opportunities" over and over again until I could, in theory, release my own DVD Commentary track about which frames I think should go where, which lines were the best delivered, etc. 2) Go through the immense collection of juvenile literature stowed away in my basement, and read every Christopher Pike book I enjoyed when I was 12. 3) Take long, pointless naps late in the afternoon, wake up at 8, watch "Trading Spaces" for 30 minutes, eat soup, then go back to bed. 4) Cruise the internet for hours at a time looking for my dream job. Pointlessly yours, Mandee May "inconsolably okay" +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stuarthallifax at xxx.uk Mon Nov 4 20:05:49 2002 From: stuarthallifax at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?stuart=20hallifax?=) Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2002 20:05:49 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: I just do, i just do..... Message-ID: <20021104200549.40231.qmail@web20607.mail.yahoo.com> Hello sinister, i'm afraid i've been neglectingly you recently, especially since the university term restarted. reading through some very old messages i realised why i was so happy to be here in the first place, and thats because so many people seem to find the same things interesting (or annoying) as i do. So sitting here in a university computer room listening to the Shop Assistants covering 'ace of spades' by motorhead (at http://www.indiepages.com), i felt a sudden need to send a message to you. i'm sorry if it says nothing interesting, but its been so long i think i'm out of the posting habit. The main prompt for me was seeing that mr James Thorniley had posted (and been mentioned by mr asm walton), so i thought i'd apolise for not speaking to him at the indie event that we (indie society -aka the york sinister massive and friends) had on friday - i knew i recognised that t-shirt from somewhere. the truth is i wasn't in a meeting-new-people kind of mood. nice to see york keeping up its ratio of sinisterines to non-sinisterines ratio, is it officially the twee-est university in britain. i think its the ducks and rabbits and squirrels that make it grate. also it seems we are continuing to try to take over the place with ms f boa and ms g titchener hoping to join mr c jones in the indie take-over of our student union.i have to say i agree that chris 'migmk' jones is a bit of a madman on the crutches, but then it was over zealous dancing which put him in that position in the first place. I'm sorry if this has been mentioned before but did anyone else notice that the woman telling us how great princess di was said: "what could be more symbolic than buliemia?". hmm. i think that is up to the standard of one i heard when our SU president was being accused of stuff last year: "we have plenty of circumstantial evidence, and we think its pretty conclusive" or something along those lines. duh! before i go, i thought i should rant about the quality of 'promenade' by the divine comedy. unfortunately i can't think of many words except: "wow!" i love that album. and i love the film amelie, which is also worthy of a "wow!" i feel. bye, stuart h, http://popkiss.blogspot.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elle_jane1 at xxx.uk Mon Nov 4 21:46:26 2002 From: elle_jane1 at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Ellebelle?=) Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2002 21:46:26 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: off topic in a nice way Message-ID: <20021104214626.84376.qmail@web12902.mail.yahoo.com> i've got a spare ticket for Bright Eyes in Brighton tomorrow night (Tuesday) It's at Komedia and starts at 8pm. mail me (off list) if you want it. Elle (Belle would accompany me but she's got a hot date.) __________________________________________________ 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 municipalpool at xxx.com Wed Nov 6 01:32:02 2002 From: municipalpool at xxx.com (patrick doyle) Date: Wed, 06 Nov 2002 01:32:02 +0000 Subject: Sinister: 4.5.... 6.8.... 14 (and a bit), seconds of light Message-ID: Hi there, Out of thirty-six, my camera had managed to spit out a grand total of three exposures. I decided, regardless, to go ahead and develop the ones that did come out in the negatives. The dark room is my favourite place in the school, it means I can be on my own, means I can eat lollipops and listen to my mini disc player, means I can be out of the way of my art teacher, who for no apparent reason seems to have taken a great disliking to me in the last few years, and I find photography a lot of fun. I chose a photo of my friend emma first of all *Ink Polaroid* This photo was taken, primarily to use up the last few photos on my film, and coincidently was one of the only ones that came out in the end. It's a black and white photo. She's standing outside the police station, which is on the way home. She's wearing my parka, and trying to look all innocent - it isn't working. The sign above the door (reading 'POLICE') is out of focus, as is the rest of the photo, with only emma (plus parka) being clear. *End* As I loaded my negative into the enlarger, I smiled as Electronic Renaissance came on my mini disc player. I usually have music on while I'm working, probably one of the reasons my art teacher seems to hate me. I set out my paper and tried first of all, an exposure for (roughly) 3 seconds, then took it off to the developer tray. As I left it to develop, I started a new one, this time of 6 seconds, which, probably due to my lack of concentration, turned out to be more like 8 seconds, but it seemed to work ok as it started to come through on the paper. By this time, the first shot had fully developed and now lay in the sink, a little light, but ok none-the less. Despite the second shot being longer than i first anticipated, it was still a bit on the light side. I took one more; this time for 12 seconds...this is where it all went a bit wrong. My teacher seems to have a habit of walking in the room at the most inappropriate times, and if it had been me walking in on someone, he probably would have killed me. As soon as I click on the light and began to count, the door opened and in he wandered. Because I'm so fecking terrified of him, I completely lost it, my hand began to shake, and slid about on the button, I had absolutely no idea how long I'd had the light on for - turned out it ended up being on for about 14 seconds, which is a bit much I suppose. Although at the time, I could have quite happily told my teacher to, feck off, he actually did me a favour - in a strange round-about way - 14 seemed to be a good time for the photo and it turned out to be the best out of the three I did today. I started a new film today, just hope I get more photos this time... *Fingers crossed* Patrick x �Monochrome in the 1990's you go disco and I'll go my way� _________________________________________________________________ Choose an Internet access plan right for you -- try MSN! http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/default.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From wpsalt at xxx.com Wed Nov 6 08:24:02 2002 From: wpsalt at xxx.com (Caitlin Pigtails) Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2002 08:24:02 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Fashion victims? Message-ID: <20021106082402.A1345@candle.btinternet.com> Seeing as Archel, in her post today, has been speculating wildly about Belle and Sebastian's exotic kinky underwear, I thought I would post this. Press Delete Now, People. It must be hard to be Isobel Campbell. I mean, if you're Isobel Campbell, you have a reputation to maintain. Values to uphold. You have to remain infamously twee - which isn't too hard; you just write lots of lyrics about little cuddly fluffy bunny rabbits and squirrels and beavers all having a cuddly animals' tea party in Kelvingrove Park - but you have maintain that slight sexiness, too. "Hmmmm," Isobel must think to herself, "how can I keep up my twee reputation, but still look so sexy that lonely teenage indie-boys will still keep sending me their jism-soaked stuffed toys?" Have you guessed what she does yet? Yes, that's right. She pulls on a pair of patterned tights. "Aha!" Miss Campbell says, "now all those poor indie-kids won't be able to take their eyes off my legs! And, of course, I *have* to wear a short skirt so I can spread my legs nice and wide. Um, to get them round my cello, of course. All eyes will be on *me* whenever I'm on stage. Stuart will be sorry I'm not in his rubbish little band any more. Bwhahahahahahaha! Ahem." Patterned tights seem to have become awfully popular lately, for some reason. You can't go in a clothes shop without seeing stripy tights, stripy knee-socks, fishnet tights, lacy tights, and all sorts of complex designs. Buying an ordinary plain packet of tights has suddenly become terribly difficult, unless you buy the cheap ones from the newsagent which will probably stain your legs when it rains. Presumably, people just don't want plain tights any more; which is why, of course, that's still what most people are wearing. I have to admit, I do own one pair of patterned tights, with stripes in black, purple and red. I can't actually remember why I bought them, or where or when. Either I was in some sort of trance at the time - hypnotised by the pure stripyness of the hosiery section, no doubt - or they materialised in my sock drawer like Mr Benn's shopkeeper. I only wear them when I'm cold, because they are nice and thick. You can't *have* that many patterns of tights, anyway. Little printed patterns, possibly. Horizontal stripes, although they can look a bit goth. Vertical stripes just wouldn't work. There's not much choice there, is there? Lacy tights presumably have the same problem as fishnets: they can make the soles of your feet rather sore. I've never understood why boys find fishnets sexy; but my form tutor always wore them, and she was an extremely unsexy person. I think my geography teacher must have liked them, though, because they were having a "secret" affair which all of the 2000 people in the school knew about. Maybe I just don't understand the point of patterned tights. I'll have to write a letter to Isobel. xxxxx (times 100), 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 lucyalder at xxx.com Wed Nov 6 13:30:51 2002 From: lucyalder at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Lucy=20Alder?=) Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2002 13:30:51 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Squaaaaaaawk! Message-ID: <20021106133051.40679.qmail@web14208.mail.yahoo.com> The sun yawned, propped himself up on his elbows and blinked. Then, he sat up and stretched his candy striped pyjama sleeves across the sky. The birds twitched, flexed their beaks and started to sing. The daisies flung back their petals and turned around to look at the sun. And then God came by and took a nice, long, relaxing pish all over Glasgow. Again. The patter of rain against the window of my not-so-lonely tenement didn’t wake me up. It’s nine months since I moved to Scotland and I’m far too used it these days. What did wake me up, though, was the sound of breaking glass. I near jumped out of my skin! My first reaction was to curl up into a little ball and hide under the duvet because, obviously, that’s how to make nasty things go away and leave you alone. But go away it did not. It – whatever it was – came and sat on me. I could feel something sharp digging through the covers and into my hip. Could it be a phantom? An alien? Frank the bunny? No, there was something a bit odd about it all. The Thing was too light to be all that scary. I peeked out from under the duvet. The room looked like a bomb had hit it. Actually, it always looks like a bomb has hit it – I’m not the world’s tidiest young lady. However, I don’t tend to leave shards of broken glass lying around. I presumed this was the result of something smashing through the window. Could it be a brick tossed by one of the local neds? No, surely not – they are far too preoccupied with experiments involving emptying the gunpowder out of a load of fireworks into a heap under a car and seeing what happens when you drop a lighted match onto it. I could still feel The Thing sitting on my hip. I squinted through my bleary eyes in its direction and saw A parrot. “About fucking time you were awake. What the fuck do you think you’re doing yer wee radge cunt, hiding under the covers when I’m so obviously in need of medical attention?” The parrot was looking a trifle distressed, and also bloody. His feathers were sticking out in all directions and a greenish goo was running down one of his legs and onto my not-exactly-cheap John Lewis bed linen. I sighed. This little chap’s reputation preceded him. In fact, I was wondering when he might pay me a visit. “I believe I am in the presence of the Poetry Parrot.” “Damn right, you are. Run me a bath, beeyotch!” “I’ll do no such thing if you’re going to speak to me like that. Say please.” The creature sniffed, which I thought was odd, as parrots don’t have noses like what we’ve got. “Pleeeeease.” “That’s better.” I went into the bathroom, turned on the taps and swiped some of my flatmate’s Radox. While I was sponging the plumage of our little friend, I asked him where on earth he’d been, and how on earth he’d got into such a state. “I got lost,” he replied, “in Missprint Towers. A long, long time ago, somebody sent me somewhere, but that person didn’t realise I’d been sent to them, so I tapped and tapped and tapped at their window and they never let me in. I was starving hungry, so I went to the local park in search of a granny with a bag of bread – I can have a duck in a Square Go any day so I thought I’d be in with a chance of a feed – but as soon as I found a perch in a nice silver birch, a gang of bastard squirrels decided to kidnap me! Can you believe it? They took me back to their secret dray, sat me on a pile of stained headscarves and locked the door while they decided what to do with me. It didn’t half stink in there. Well, I thought, I’m not going to let these grey bastards keep me here. There’s only one thing I can do – fight! Luckily I had some star shaped martial arts weapony things tucked under my wing, so the next time a squirrel came in to check on me, I flung one at him and chopped off his tail!” “Well done!” I said. “Thank you, my dear,” he replied, “very kind of you to say so”. Don’t forget the downy feathers under my wing, will you?” I turned him upside down and gave him a good scrubbing. “So, what happened next?” “Well,” said the colourful one, “I’d heard that the way to get a squirrel is to get his tail and it’s true! He rolled around on the floor, squealing in agony. His little squirrelly pals came to find out what was going on, caught site of the hunk of fluff on the floor and scarpered. Before you could say fuckmeinthearse I was out and airborne, but I didn’t know where to go. I thought and thought and I thought of you” “Aw, you’re making me blush” “Don’t flatter yourself darling, it’s just that, out of all Sinister, you live closest to Alexandra Park, which is where I was, and I needed help, quick.” “Well,” I said, “you’re all clean now and I don’t think you’ve got any broken bones, so I’ll just get you some food. I haven’t got much in – will pasta and pesto do?” “S’pose.” “OK then, while I’m cooking, you can tell me a poem” “Righto, this is a good'un so here goes A Beautiful Young Nymph Going to Bed. By Swift, Jonathan . Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain; Never did Covent Garden boast So bright a batter'd, strolling Toast; No drunken Rake to pick her up, No Cellar where on Tick to sup; Returning at the Midnight Hour; Four Stories climbing to her Bow'r; Then, seated on a three-legg'd Chair, Takes off her artificial Hair: Now, picking out a Crystal Eye, She wipes it clean, and lays it by. Her Eye-Brows from a Mouse's Hide, Stuck on with Art on either Side, Pulls off with Care, and first displays 'em, Then in a Play-Book smoothly lays 'em. Now dextrously her Plumbers draws, That serve to fill her hollow Jaws. Untwists a Wire; and from her Gums A Set of Teeth completely comes. Pulls out the Rags contriv'd to prop Her flabby Dugs and down they drop. Proceeding on, the lovely Goddess Unlaces next her Steel-Rib'd Bodice; Which by the Operator's Skill, Press down the Lumps, the Hollows fill, Up hoes her Hand, and off she slips The Bolsters that supply her Hips. With gentlest Touch, she next explores Her Shankers, Issues, running Sores, Effects of many a sad Disaster; And then to each applies a Plaster. But must, before she goes to Bed, Rub off the Daubs of White and Red; And smooth the Furrows in her Front, With greasy Paper stuck upon't. She takes a Bolus e'er she sleeps; And then between two Blankets creeps. With pains of love tormented lies; Or if she chance to close her Eyes, Of Bridewell and the Compter dreams, And feels the Lash, and faintly screams; Or, by a faithless Bully drawn, At some Hedge-Tavern lies in Pawn; Or to Jamaica seems transported, Alone, and by no Planter courted; Or, near Fleet-Ditch's oozy Brinks, Surrounded with a Hundred Stinks, Belated, seems on watch to lie, And snap some Cull passing by; Or, struck with Fear, her Fancy runs On Watchmen, Constables and Duns, >From whom she meets with frequent Rubs; But, never from Religious Clubs; Whose Favour she is sure to find, Because she pays them all in Kind. CORINNA wakes. A dreadful Sight! Behold the Ruins of the Night! A wicked Rat her Plaster stole, Half eat, and dragged it to his Hole. The Crystal Eye, alas, was miss'd; And Puss had on her Plumpers piss'd. A Pigeon pick'd her Issue-Peas; And Shock her Tresses fill'd with Fleas. The Nymph, tho' in this mangled Plight, Must ev'ry Morn her Limbs unite. But how shall I describe her Arts To recollect the scatter'd Parts? Or show the Anguish, Toil, and Pain, Of gath'ring up herself again? The bashful Muse will never bear In such a Scene to interfere. Corinna in the Morning dizen'd, Who sees, will spew; who smells, be poison'd. The Parrot scoffed down his pasta and then broke off a huge chunk of my Parmesan and ate that too – blooming cheek! And then I sent him on his way, with instructions to visit *Mr Robin Stout* because I’m reasonably sure that he’ll look after the Parrot and keep him alive – WON’T YOU? Cheerio Juicy Lucy ===== The one, the only Glasgow Indie List! http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/glasgow-indie/ ************************************************** The Winchester Club http://www.geocities.com/the_winchester_club __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From R.Playforth at xxx.uk Wed Nov 6 15:02:45 2002 From: R.Playforth at xxx.uk (Rachel Playforth) Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2002 15:02:45 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) Subject: Sinister: wonder[bra]ful Message-ID: I've always known that Caitlin was on the ball. But referring to my post BEFORE I've written it, now that's clever. I can hardly back out now can I? Sorry it's been so long. I don't know why, although perhaps it has something to do with the lack of music emanating from camp Belle & Sebastian, and a corresponding glut of gossip, trivia and merchandise. Which is no bad thing, don't get me wrong. I like talking about Struan's car and buying T-shirts as much as the next tweester. But (to go all Sex and the City for a minute) I Can't Help But Wonder whether it wasn't rather more fun when I knew NOTHING about B&S and nor did anyone else. When the music might as well have appeared on Jeepster's desk in the dead of night, dropped there by a mysterious figure with strangely compelling arms... It was infuriatingly precious when they wouldn't do press or appear on sleeve photos etc, I know it was. But it did give us something to *wonder* about, and if you can't have wonder then what have you really got? A fey Scottish band made up of scruffy, skinny lads and winsome lasses, who you might have forgotten about already if the NME didn't occasionally remind you. Oh I don't really believe that, of course. But suffice to say, I have not been reading the Q&A page on the website. (Note: the next part of the post is going to be trivial and gossipy, so don't pay too much attention to the above musings.) I seem to recall that, in my salad days on Sinister, I may have mentioned underwear more than once, probably trying to impress the boys as usual. (I had thought that http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhon arc/199901/msg00265.html was my final word on the matter. Circumstances beyond my control have dictated otherwise.) So I wonder if I can beat the record set by a certain Gabriela in 1999, who mentioned the word 'underwear' 9 times in one post... It is a genuinely important subject, you know. Pants are very revealing. Particularly if you're wearing nothing else and they're a bit off centre... but I mean PSYCHOLOGICALLY revealing, obviously. For example, Mark Casarotto doesn't wear any pants at all. Ian has novelty boxers embroidered with nuns. Ken buys a brand new pair every day, knowing that any day now a girl will ask to see them. Maddie's pants are a state secret, but can be assumed to be quietly glamorous. Struan wears silver pants, I remember deducing once. Stevie must surely wear sky blue Y-fronts. Belfast Bob is going to throw his pants into the crowd at a gig before too long, if you ask me. And now Isobel's penchant for patterned tights has been exposed, what can we assume about her pants? I reckon they are plain white, perhaps with a hint of a pink rose or teddy bear, in a last-ditch attempt to retain her innocence. As for me, I used to be snow white, then I drifted. Ie. my white knickers were once legion (well, 'white' would be charitable; ''off-grey' far more accurate). Now I am entirely converted to the black pant. My journey to the dark side is complete. And of course I know we all keep one pair of red pants for Sinister... will the next time we wear them be on our tenth birthday? Um... I can't think of any further pant insights. Although on a related note, having heard yesterday that it's possible for men to get breast cancer, perhaps I should urge any boys with even a hint of manboob to go out and buy a nice supportive bra. Personally I hate bras, but you've got to have them sometimes. It's like nits. Can I stop now? I can? Oh good. Brighton Christmas picnic anyone? luv Archel xxx PS: 659 words, of which 9 = 'pant(s)', 2 = 'underwear', 3 = 'bra', and 1 = 'knickers' ************ http://archel.blogspot.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 kenneth.chu at xxx.org Wed Nov 6 16:22:01 2002 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Wed, 06 Nov 2002 16:22:01 +0000 Subject: Sinister: The BOWL done wrong again! (BOWLING INFO SUNDAY 17 NOV) Message-ID: Hello all, Sorry for the recent lack of posts, I've been busy lately. Busy eating, mostly, because everyone who lived in London seem to have buggered off to Glasgow, York, Califronia or what-have-you, so I thought if I'd eaten more I'd get fatter and hence keeping the London Sinister Massive, massive. Just because I'm fat doesn't mean I can't bowl - hence why LONDON SINISTER BOWLING is back! Put a note in your diary now - something like the following will do.. -------------------------------------- SUN 17 NOV, 2002 BOWLING WEEKENDER At 2pm today I arrived at Rowens Entertainment, which is just across the road from the tube station at Finsbury Park, in London. When I got there Ken was already there waiting, together with a few other sinister people. They're all ever so friendly, except for ______ who is a bit of a ________. Then we went inside, and we ________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________ ________________________________, and, reluctantly, I waved goodbye. I can't wait for the next sinister bowling event! And my, isn't Ken a handsome fella, shame he can't bowl to save his live. (Thank fuck for that) ----------------------- Then, after going bowling, you can fill in the blanks in your diary with the day's adventure! You can even make use of paragraphs, too, unless you're Kieran Devaney. And just because this is held in London, doesn't mean that you have to be from London to come! I've already heard rumours that there will be attendance from PORTSMOUTH, and I trust that people from BRIGHTON, and BIRMINGHAM and OTHER PLACES are going to come too. RIGHT? RIGHT! It's the end of the post as we know it. Ken P.S.: I can't believe that my work e-mail filtered out my swearing as "pornography" and yet it didn't mind Pigtails' "Jism". +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From MyMomSays at xxx.com Wed Nov 6 16:35:37 2002 From: MyMomSays at xxx.com (MyMomSays at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2002 11:35:37 EST Subject: Sinister: Hamster Dance Message-ID: <156.1701a331.2afa9ed9@aol.com> Honestly, I wasn't surprised when my friend Pamela told me she was raising a hamster family. I remember when I became friends with her five or so years ago she catalogued all of the hamsters of the past to me--there was Maddie, Oliver, Patsy, and numerous others whose names have escaped me. But then she informed that she was named her hamsters, not joking: Stuart, Isobel, Sarah, Richard, Mick and Stevie. The little shivering, hairless lot of them are a mini incarnation of B&S! At home, I am not sure I could stand a little cage full of those noisy little beasts. When I was a kid I had a hamster named Snickers who lived for about four years and who would keep me up at night running around on his little treadmill. Later on, my sister got two hamsters who never received names (and who were also brothers), but they were sort of fat and unfriendly. Later I found that one of them had eaten about half of the other, and I just couldn't look at the nasty beast any longer and gave him to my 6th grade science teacher. Maybe a week or so ago, Kirsten Kenyon told me that she found a mouse in her apartment! She then told me a story about how she and Jack Gillanders had trapped a different mouse and then discovered it was a little baby, and when she took it to the park to release it, she felt guilty about breaking up the little mouse family. Shame about that one, innit? Little mice are so cute, but there is something just kind of creepy about them. Hamsters are nice because they have no tails and like to stuff their cheeks until it looks like they have the mumps. The other night, Pamela sent me a photograph of her little hamster family that she is raising. I wonder what the band would think if they knew there were hamsters running around with their names (thankfully not their likenesses). I admit, they were heartbreakingly cute. But what kind of person decides they want to raise a hamster family? It sounds like a mentalist activity to me. One of my best mates has recently started to raise squirrels that he's found orphaned in the wild (wild?). He found his first squirrel, Towelette, hanging off his balcony by her toe, and decided to rescue her. She now lives in his bedroom and poos in the most inconvenient of places (Namely, inbetween the keys on his piano). He was hoping Towelette and his other squirrel, Gregory, would mate so he could have an entire squirrel family. Egads! Right now I'd better run along, I just thought you all might enjoy my little funny story about the mini B&S running around out there, stuffing their faces with seeds and pissing into cedar chips. B&S--may you never be half-eaten by your brother! Yours, Mandee May "Inconsolably Okay" +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From MyMomSays at xxx.com Wed Nov 6 16:37:34 2002 From: MyMomSays at xxx.com (MyMomSays at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2002 11:37:34 EST Subject: Sinister: Hamster Dance Message-ID: Honestly, I wasn't surprised when my friend Pamela told me she was raising a hamster family. I remember when I became friends with her five or so years ago she catalogued all of the hamsters of the past to me--there was Maddie, Oliver, Patsy, and numerous others whose names have escaped me. But then she informed that she was named her hamsters, not joking: Stuart, Isobel, Sarah, Richard, Mick and Stevie. The little shivering, hairless lot of them are a mini incarnation of B&S! At home, I am not sure I could stand a little cage full of those noisy little beasts. When I was a kid I had a hamster named Snickers who lived for about four years and who would keep me up at night running around on his little treadmill. Later on, my sister got two hamsters who never received names (and who were also brothers), but they were sort of fat and unfriendly. Later I found that one of them had eaten about half of the other, and I just couldn't look at the nasty beast any longer and gave him to my 6th grade science teacher. Maybe a week or so ago, Kirsten Kenyon told me that she found a mouse in her apartment! She then told me a story about how she and Jack Gillanders had trapped a different mouse and then discovered it was a little baby, and when she took it to the park to release it, she felt guilty about breaking up the little mouse family. Shame about that one, innit? Little mice are so cute, but there is something just kind of creepy about them. Hamsters are nice because they have no tails and like to stuff their cheeks until it looks like they have the mumps. The other night, Pamela sent me a photograph of her little hamster family that she is raising. I wonder what the band would think if they knew there were hamsters running around with their names (thankfully not their likenesses). I admit, they were heartbreakingly cute. But what kind of person decides they want to raise a hamster family? It sounds like a mentalist activity to me. One of my best mates has recently started to raise squirrels that he's found orphaned in the wild (wild?). He found his first squirrel, Towelette, hanging off his balcony by her toe, and decided to rescue her. She now lives in his bedroom and poos in the most inconvenient of places (Namely, inbetween the keys on his piano). He was hoping Towelette and his other squirrel, Gregory, would mate so he could have an entire squirrel family. Egads! Right now I'd better run along, I just thought you all might enjoy my little funny story about the mini B&S running around out there, stuffing their faces with seeds and pissing into cedar chips. B&S--may you never be half-eaten by your brother! Yours, Mandee May "Inconsolably Okay" +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From MyMomSays at xxx.com Wed Nov 6 16:41:01 2002 From: MyMomSays at xxx.com (MyMomSays at xxx.com) Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2002 11:41:01 EST Subject: Sinister: Hamster Dance Message-ID: <12a.1a6d2907.2afaa01d@aol.com> Honestly, I wasn't surprised when my friend Pamela told me she was raising a hamster family. I remember when I became friends with her five or so years ago she catalogued all of the hamsters of the past to me--there was Maddie, Oliver, Patsy, and numerous others whose names have escaped me. But then she informed that she was named her hamsters, not joking: Stuart, Isobel, Sarah, Richard, Mick and Stevie. The little shivering, hairless lot of them are a mini incarnation of B&S! At home, I am not sure I could stand a little cage full of those noisy little beasts. When I was a kid I had a hamster named Snickers who lived for about four years and who would keep me up at night running around on his little treadmill. Later on, my sister got two hamsters who never received names (and who were also brothers), but they were sort of fat and unfriendly. Later I found that one of them had eaten about half of the other, and I just couldn't look at the nasty beast any longer and gave him to my 6th grade science teacher. Maybe a week or so ago, Kirsten Kenyon told me that she found a mouse in her apartment! She then told me a story about how she and Jack Gillanders had trapped a different mouse and then discovered it was a little baby, and when she took it to the park to release it, she felt guilty about breaking up the little mouse family. Shame about that one, innit? Little mice are so cute, but there is something just kind of creepy about them. Hamsters are nice because they have no tails and like to stuff their cheeks until it looks like they have the mumps. The other night, Pamela sent me a photograph of her little hamster family that she is raising. I wonder what the band would think if they knew there were hamsters running around with their names (thankfully not their likenesses). I admit, they were heartbreakingly cute. But what kind of person decides they want to raise a hamster family? It sounds like a mentalist activity to me. One of my best mates has recently started to raise squirrels that he's found orphaned in the wild (wild?). He found his first squirrel, Towelette, hanging off his balcony by her toe, and decided to rescue her. She now lives in his bedroom and poos in the most inconvenient of places (Namely, inbetween the keys on his piano). He was hoping Towelette and his other squirrel, Gregory, would mate so he could have an entire squirrel family. Egads! Right now I'd better run along, I just thought you all might enjoy my little funny story about the mini B&S running around out there, stuffing their faces with seeds and pissing into cedar chips. B&S--may you never be half-eaten by your brother! Yours, Mandee May "Inconsolably Okay" +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Wed Nov 6 16:56:41 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2002 16:56:41 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Numbnut butter Message-ID: <20021106165641.42114.qmail@web10407.mail.yahoo.com> I’m sitting here chewing on a Reese’s NutRageous! (I don’t know if it has an exclamation mark, but if it doesn’t, it should) bar I bought in Minneapolis yesterday. In London, it has an air of the exotic about it, like when my mum used to come back from LA laden with Hershey bars which tasted of sick. And they still do! Is this a weird American thing, enjoying the flavour of vomit? It certainly turns the concept of a Hershey’s Kiss from a sweet sounding chocolate snack into a scary and unpleasant reminder of that teenage party experience with the really, really drunk chick... I have a jar of proper peanut butter downstairs. Smooth, I think it is. I don’t think I’ll be eating it on toast, although I was fed my first ever peanutbutterandjelly sandwich a few weeks ago, and it was certainly palatable. So maybe if I feel like a change of nourishment I’ll give it a go. I actually bought it in a frenzy of thinking I’d actually start cooking properly earlier in the year. I don’t know what brought it on, as I’m in a cooking trough at present, with little more than stuffed pasta and the occasional sausage passing my lips (matron). The idea of a delicious satay of some description is beginning to make my mouth water, though, so if anyone has any decent recipes, please feel free to send them to me! I’d better get this on topic. If the topic is PEANUT BUTTER! No, seriously, folks. Take my mother in law. Ahem. It’s quite a trial trying to associate peanut butter with Belle and Sebastian, and you may wonder why I would bother doing such a thing. Well, I want to. Oh, and Archel said I had to. Pleasingly, there are “about” 381 results when “peanut butter” “Belle and Sebastian” are inputted into google. However, at www.googlefight.com, peanut butter WHUPS THE ASS of B&S, with almost 9 times as many references! Personally, B&S will always mean more to me than PB, but I’m obviously in the minority. I once used vegetable oil to lubricate the valves on my trumpet. That was 5 years ago, and I haven’t touched it since. What do you think’ll be inside the valves if I try to remove them? And will it have the viscosity (and crunchiness) of peanut butter? I am expecting it will. I might have to resurrect my trumpet. Only problem is, I used to play it when I lived in a detached house, and now that I’m in a block of flats it might not be so much appreciated. Oh, and I gave it up because I couldn’t reach the high notes. It was okay, though, cos I took up the euphonium instead. Well, I say okay, but at least people in my music GCSE class didn’t actually *laugh* at me during lessons when I was playing the trumpet. So I gave it up and took up the flute. Look! http://www.missprint.org/sinister/picnics/MarkFlute.html All the old picnic photos look so much fun. I wonder if we’ll ever see their like again? Of course, if all the Newcomers and lurkers were to come along to some sinister gatherings, it would be like a phoenix rising from the flames. Feel free to email me off list to ask if anything’s going on, cos we tend to meet up at least weekly (in London, this is). Ah go on. Sinister needs its new blood. There may even be some peanut butter in it for you Hugglez, 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 rjg at xxx.com Wed Nov 6 16:59:44 2002 From: rjg at xxx.com (richard john gillanders) Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2002 08:59:44 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: mac and me. Message-ID: <200211061659.gA6GxiP9090253@blueraid.splitinfinity.net> something----------------------------------------- if I had to choose one person who has influenced my life more than any other at all. I would choose myself. if I had to choose another that has changed the course of my life. I'd have to choose someone else. if I had to keep choosing more and more people. I might, eventually, choose macauley culkin. yes. it is amazing, yet it is also sort of true: macauley culkin has affected my life to an extraordinary degree. it all began when I saw the cover of this month's FACE. or maybe it was earlier. maybe it was when I saw 'home alone.' or maybe 'uncle buck.' or maybe when I heard he'd got married. or when I saw 'home alone 2: lost in new york.' or when I saw 'my girl 2' and wondered why he wasn't in it. or when I thought about it and remembered he'd died at the end of 'my girl' or some shit. actually. I haven't seen 'my girl 2.' have I? but when ever the fuck it happened...it made an impact. yes. a hero of our time. of our time. I suppose it's the only something something something. and for all the masses he something something and what for something he had something of something something. he is/was/something: a hero of our time. or a hero of his time? whatever, something. but seriously. M.C. [as I would call him if I were his friend and he let me call him M.C.] has been present or a part of some of the most momentous moments in modern history. indeed: perhaps not HIStory. yes, maybe not, but DANGEROUS-for sure. mac [as I might call him too and yeah] appeared in michael jackson's 'black or white' video for that song. he was a kid on some stoop someplace and rapping and wearing a cap and I think michael was smiling at him, maybe. and I seem to remember his mum and dad were played by, like, some famous people too? or maybe they weren't. actually thinking about it I recall that his dad's VOICE may have been provided by dan castelaneta and checking for how I should spell his name I find that it's actually spelled dan castellaneta. and that I'd almost got it right. but that I don't know how to spell the other�it is, in fact, macaulAy. Not macaulEy. haha. but: yes. dan castellaneta didn't provide the voice of culkin's father at all. he provided home! r simpson's voice AS ALWAYS. but why there? no. the father was potrayed by george wendt of NORM! cheers fame. [whatever.]. now, his mother was played by norma jennings from 'twin peaks.' isn't that interesting? http://us.imdb.com/Credits?0317313 you'll see that adolf hitler and wesley snipes and magic johnston and iman also appeared. what a coup! I've pronounced that differently there so that is sounds like a sort of an insult or something. yes, at the age of seventeen [maybe] macaulay married rachel miner [I think] and then they split up a couple of years ago. a couple of years ago too, but unconnected, perhaps, , macaulay played a guy called michael alig in a film called 'party monster.' I saw a documentary about the stuff that michael alig did. I saw it about five times, I think. he died and something else. like, he killed a guy. and had some drugs. I haven't seen that film, though. haha, checking my facts on this one too; I find that that wasn't a couple of years ago but, actually, next year. oh well. believe it or not: macaulay culkin is only seven months older than I am. it is up to you. I do know that macaulay likes sonic youth or pretends to. I do too. maybe macaulay is a fan of belle & sebastian and their music. maybe he's lurking here right now. reading this. etc. maybe not. but if he is�if you are, macaulay: thank you. love, richard. [this post was not about that funny film with a funny alien in it called 'mac and me' but, rather, about the movie star and actor MACaulay culkin and about me too. read it again, please.]. if you'd like to write to macaulay, you can reach him here: mister macaulay culkin 124 west sixtieth street new york city new york state 10023 __________________________________________ 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 sunnie_set at xxx.com Wed Nov 6 17:17:03 2002 From: sunnie_set at xxx.com (Sunny set) Date: Wed, 06 Nov 2002 17:17:03 +0000 Subject: Sinister: seven years of river walkways Message-ID: �Before the his idea occurred to him, Stuart David fished the Leven for seven years� I have no idea what the Leven is like (I suppose it must have a lot of fish for a person to stand fishing for that length of time) but having just returned from a walk with my dog, belle, by a river I doubt it could be that bad to stand by a river for that long. I�m not sure I would really like to catch any fish mind you. They tend to be fairly slimy horrible creatures. I remember being violently sick when I tried to clean a trout myself. So slimy! When it escaped from my hands and flew across the kitchen that was the last straw. Not that I have anything against eating fish (yes I�m a hypercrit) Although I�ll admit that, that time in Portugal when I went to a restaurant that served a million courses of fish all for one price, which wasn�t at all slimy, I was quite sick the next day. (Nothing to do with the jugs of wine they served with it) But Getting back to the topic. I�m sure Stuart David must have quite enjoyed standing fishing. Why else would he do it for seven years? It wasn�t his job or anything look: �work is a curse�Stuart David visionary poet cursed it before trying it� And as I think I have just explained there is only so much fish a person can eat before becoming ill�so why? The river where belle and I went today was peaceful and chaotic all at once. We didn�t go down to the water today so I�m not sure if there were even any fish in it. Once we leant over the bridge and looked over at the fast moving brown water. No one disturbed us and the only sounds were that of the roaring current and a few birds� oh and belle whining because we were standing still. I�m sure I could stand there for seven years looking out at the rocks. Watching the trees change colour and the river rise and fall as seasons changed. Imagining the length of time that the river had been there carving great channels in the surrounding rock. I could even accidentally forget to put a hook on my fishing line just to make sure I didn�t catch any fish� The fish may even get to know me after a while. I�m not sure if fish are very affectionate but I�m sure they would appreciate the fact that I was standing there day after day feeding them maggots� then again perhaps the fish might prefer bread. Maggots are fairly unpleasant too. I think all in all Stuart David had his head screwed on. I might decided to fish my local river for a while� You never know if I wait long enough I might just manage to hear the sweet voice of Stevie Jackson coming over the reeds. Take Care Rachel ************* With the current crop of disposable jaw lines and manufactured inanity, it seems that we need our heroes now more than ever before. http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk ***************** _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your messages with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rabidpenguin at xxx.com Wed Nov 6 19:51:38 2002 From: rabidpenguin at xxx.com (s. lord) Date: Wed, 06 Nov 2002 13:51:38 -0600 Subject: Sinister: saturday night's alright for television Message-ID: it was a long weekend - long enough to take till tuesday to feel fully recovered - even though there are still shockwaves of discontent flying around - i feel genuinly good about myself and how things went - i had a friend come down to visit me - and that in itself is usually a chore - it is not that she is a bad person or anything - it is just that she makes bad choices - and she has gotten into a way of asking people what to do before she does anything - i lived with this girl for a year of her life - i left the situation feeling about 45 - and that i had just reared a 6 year old child for a year - it was time consuming and when you didn't have time it was a problem - she would kick and scream and throw tantrums often - if things didn't go her way she would break down completely and cry for hours - so when i left that situation i rediscovered my life - that was a fantastic time - so it must be known that she is also a lovely girl - just a bit messed in the head - so she was coming down from minneapolis with a friend to go to a party with me on saturday - everything was good for the most part - on friday we got drunk on my porch listening to 'boy with the arab strap' - lovely album - but it is not quite fall music - so we mixed it up with the white stripes and everything was fine - on saturday we spent all day nursing hangovers and getting ready for the party that night - the party was sort of a belated halloween costume party - we couldn't go out on halloween because most people had work in the morning - but the weekend we decided was good enough - so we got dressed for the party - the party was dubbed white trash and one had to wear something white trash like to gain admittance - funny mostly everyone wore something from the 80's - a black sequin and pink taffeta bridesmaids dress - a lemon yellow wedding dress that looked early 80's with a huge bow right on the ass - and i myself had a lovely peach and baby blue plaid suit - once at the party we danced to really bad 80's music and disco - everything was going well - people were happy and there was much merriment - but sometime during the night everything started to unravel - it came to my knowledge that the girl i came with was missing - after sevral failed attempts to get me to dance she suddenly disappeared - so i stared to look for her around the house - she was eventually found crying under the deck outside - and it was not my fault either - she said everyone was ignoring her - and she was pretty drunk - shortly after that incident my friends boyfriend was then found in the laundry room with another boy - oh dear things are getting exciting - aparently he was keeping that boy away from another boy who aparently wanted him - ? - and to top off the evening - someone stole all the hosts perfume out of her bathroom cupboard - that was very low of the person who did that - we were all pretty shocked about that - i still do not know who nor have a clue what type of person goes to parties looking to pick up a few new fragrences - oh well i believe it shall remain a mystery - - the rest of the night was spent tending to the boy crying in the bedroom - the girl crying about perfume - the girl angry she was being ignored - and the boy angry cause he was caught - thank god someone showed up late and drove us all home - ----------------------------------------------------------------- - interesting i was speaking with a friend of mine last night and she commented on how the evening seemed to fly by - the first three hours went very quickly - but once everything fell apart time just stopped - it was quite true the more i thought about it - everything did get much slower after te first problem arose - i can still remember the girl running up the stairs in slow motion - eyeliner coursing down her cheeks murmuring - 'ralph lauren, where did you go' - although most of that would be the liquor talking i am sure - but oh well - so it goes - i think that will be the last party that i will be going to in a long while - suddenly sitting at home and watching television on a saturday night does not seem so bad - _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your messages with MSN 8. 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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 Wed Nov 6 20:40:03 2002 From: mary_goodshoes at xxx.com (Miss Marianna Longmire) Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2002 20:40:03 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba BABY! Love is stronger than THUNDER! Message-ID: Drums. Did I ever tell you when, growing up on a farm, our creek would often overflow during a torrential downpour and my brother, sister and I used to go DIY white-water rafting down it on pool floaties? No? Oh. It was dangerous. And so, SO much fun. So, despite the occasional hankering for the warm delights of home, living in Blighty is a continual stream of joy due to the almost continual stream of nature's love juice and the fun you can have with it. There are, of course, the usual delights associated with rain - splashing in puddles, standing still with your head tilted back, mouth open drinking fresh rainwater, staying in and snuggling. but personally, the BEST thing about rain, is the way it inspires pop artists and more importantly, pop video directors. Of course, I'm not talking about those clichéd video clip shots of an artist looking all melancholy out a window whilst the rain beats down outside, beating in a way that reminds them of the time their heart beat that fast, mocking the "my heart's been attacked by a cheese grater, then dipped in molasses and fed to the horses by, sigh, THE ONE" pain that they feel now. Isn't it sad? Doesn't she look pretty singing her song, despite being the hollow shell of the girl she was before. Isn't she /such/ a tortured artist therefore making her inane lyrics seem mildly profound? Incidentally, are artists actually tortured or indeed starving these days? All the ones I come into contact with who are STRUGGLING ARTISTS (copy write) still manage to pay £800/month rent for a room on Old St. I like them. Rather, I like making amusing comments about their hair cuts under my breath as we air kiss. NO! I'm talking about sexy rain. The kind of rain in film clips that provides teenage boys with one handed pleasure after viewing (Sabrina's Boys, Boys, Boys - oh, but she's in a pool. But it's water [which comes from the sky - gosh!] so close enough.) The kind of rain that makes young girls want to BE in the film clips with the singers. Case in point, Ash's "Goldfinger". Mark Hamilton vigorously makes out with a girl whilst the rain is, raining, all over them. It's totally lustastic and makes me giddy with delight. As does Take That's "Relight My Fire" where, for the first time ever I briefly toyed with the idea of moving my allegiance from Mark over to Jason Orange. Simply 'cos he was getting' all wet with a girl in the shower. He looked good. Which was as surprising as it was sexy. That is, a little. I wish Belle and Sebastian would make film clips in the rain. WET T-SHIRTS, yo! Lyrically, rain has inspired some of the greats to pen a ditty or four. Can you say, "It's Raining Men"; "The Raining King and Queen"; "Here comes the RAINdeer section - Anthem of a sodden youth" and; "I'm gonna come down like a thunderbolt on yo' ass, showering you with slammin disses while you talk to muh HAND soggy boy!" My own personal favourite is, of course, Milli Vanilli's "Blame it on the Rain". Their follow up single "Don't forget my number" is pretty great too. I remember that well from earlier this evening when I watched it on my Smash Hits Party 89 video tape. There's a plot and everything! Rob (or Fab) is a playa and gets the number of a hottie. He then goes home and tries to call her, but as he does, Fab (or Rob) walks in and the note (with number) flies out the window. Cue a mad and often hilarious romp around London IN THE RAIN to find the digits. Oh, and they're sporting Lycra bike pants, thumbing their noses and have choreographed dance/jumping about like loons moves. Aren't they great? I like my men the way I like my Milli Vanilli: stylish, crazy dancing buffoons whose words belong to someone else. Gosh. In fact. Realisation. I like myself the way I like my Milli Vanilli too. Making out in the rain and not caring that it's ruining her coiffure, Miss Marianna Longmire xXx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From bulkdavid at xxx.com Thu Nov 7 00:09:35 2002 From: bulkdavid at xxx.com (David Hewitt) Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2002 10:39:35 +1030 Subject: Sinister: name me one thing you can't improve by covering it in melted cheese Message-ID: G�day Sinister. Sometimes I worry about you lot. Rachel Sunnyset is trying to clean fish while they�re still alive and flopping about the kitchen, and Miss Marianna is leaning her head back and drinking the rain... in London?! I�ve seen that rain, and I wouldn�t go out in it without a radiation suit. While you lot are all enjoying the autumnal delights that the Northern hemisphere has to offer at this time of year, down here at the antipodes, we�re still wading through spring. And really, it�s not that bad. There�s a bit more sneezing, and the leaves aren�t as pretty, but at the moment it�s rather pleasant. Actually, come to think of it, there seem to be a few more Australians kicking about the list than there used to be � maybe we should resurrect the idea of a picnic or get-together of some sort. Meet you at Ayer�s Rock at lunchtime, then? Grand. Oh, sorry, that should be �Uluru�. My bad. Seriously, though, I�ve met a fair few of you now, but never on home soil. I�ve moved to Melbourne (from Adelaide, but the long way around, via New York), and I�ve even managed to drag an unsuspecting Sinistar back with me. Back when this was discussed some time ago, we were all too spread out for it to be feasible. And then everyone (myself included) buggered off somewhere else for a while. But if anyone fancies a picnic and/or a hearty display of pintsmanship at some indeterminate place and time, please drop me a line. Plus, if any of you lot from overseas (particularly the ones who�ve been so welcoming to me when I�ve darkened your respective doorsteps) happen to be heading down under, you know who you�re coming to see. Oh, and after you�ve seen them, you really should pay me a visit too. That�s it, actually. Oh, and don�t bother with the new Apples in Stereo record. It�s bloody awful. Bulk love, -Vanilla Flavoured David. PS: This isn�t directed at anyone in particular, but I�ve tried to read things that aren�t in paragraphs, and it hurts my brain. So, from now on, I can�t be fucked trying. Sorry. _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 helps eliminate e-mail viruses. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Thu Nov 7 09:29:41 2002 From: misguidedtrousers at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Dean=20Gillon?=) Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2002 09:29:41 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Royal Recognition? Message-ID: <20021107092941.22590.qmail@web14410.mail.yahoo.com> You know when queenie warned about mysterious, sinister forces? Well... do you think.....oh never mind. Dean XX __________________________________________________ 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 stoutrobin at xxx.com Thu Nov 7 09:50:33 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2002 09:50:33 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Quoth the Parrot, "Nevermore!" Message-ID: One of the best things about a train journey is that, as you totter slowly along like a poodle on a dog track, you get to see the holey fences, knotted washing lines, crooked sheds and chintz curtains of Modern British Suburbia. Even better, at this time of year, if you�re lucky you�ll get to see a procession of Tesco, Sainsbury and Asda�s finest amateur fireworks displays. At one point on my journey home I felt as if I was a passenger on the train from Back to the Future, and the firework lights were bubbles of space glue as the sky melted around us and our line branched into a wormhole. Of course, if that had been true I�d have arrived home on time, instead of having to trudge home in the cold and wet, gloves and hat, at a quarter to bedtime. When I was young dad would nail a Catherine wheel to the side of the rabbit hutch and give us our own little fireworks �display.� Even when it was in full whirl and the rabbits were jumping about with red, yellow and pink sparks reflected in their trembling eyes, I was looking over the fence at the neighbours� display, which had rockets and bangers, golden fountains and roman candles. The neighbours always have a better display than you do � that�s the law until you�re thirteen and can buy fireworks of your own and EXACT YOUR REVENGE.* So on one hand I was lucky, walking home all by myself, because I could see all the neighbours� displays at once. I was thinking this to myself as I walked up the hill towards my house when a very noisy firework indeed fell at my feet. The blackened husk lay twitching for a bit and for some reason, instead of going home to put the kettle on, I bent down to have a look at the brightly coloured label that could still just be made out on the battered blob. I looked closer. It wasn�t a label at all. In fact, it seemed to be a feather. The firework turned over and looked me in the eye. �Squawk� it said. �Poetry Parrot � is that you?� The parrot, for it was he, painfully gave a little nod. �Squawk� it said. �But, what happened to you? Are you okay?� The parrot painfully shook his little head, and his one remaining feather fell to the ground. �Squ...� he said. And then he dropped dead. +++ As I dug a parrot sized hole in the back garden, alongside my vegetable patch, I began to think how it was funny that our rabbits always seemed to pop their furry clogs at this time of year too. Must be the weather or something. +++ A mouth full of toast, I opened the letter without getting too much butter on it and moved into the sunlight. It was from Lucy Alder and it ended something like this: ======================= And then I sent him on his way, with instructions to visit... *Mr Robin Stout* ...because I�m reasonably sure that he�ll look after the Parrot and keep him alive � WON�T YOU? ========================== My toast became as tasty as yesterday�s socks. All that responsibility and what had happened? The famous Poetry Parrot was taking composting lessons from the worms in my back garden. Well, it�s not like it was my fault, though, was it?? I felt a little guilty and walked out to the little mound of soil. At least he had gone to a better place. I was reminded of a poem: For an old wizard - by John Hegley your boy brought me to you in the hot Welsh hills I had lost a love and thought I�d not recover soon after my arrival you dished me up a plate heaped to stupidity with mashed potato and all I thought of was her the next morning you got us up at eight (you�d let us lie in �til late) and you made us spade out potatoes until that baking day�s close until all I thought of was potatoes As I whispered the last words the very spuds underneath my feet began to a-quiver and a-tremble. I looked down at my feet. I blinked. There was the Poetry Parrot, shaking soil out of his shiny, colourful feathers and looking at me with an enigmatic smile � a tricky job for a parrot at the best of times, even more so when he�s just climbed from an early grave. �Oi, fuckface! What did you go and bury me there for, eh? Down in the jungle next to the carcass of a dishy young toucan, that�s the place for me, not in some stinking vegetable patch in your cocking yard next to your cunting potatoes!� �Oh,� I replied, a little hurt. �I thought that, well, seeing as you were dead... Sorry about that, by the way...� �Eh, what�s that ya big bastard?� cursed the parrot as he dusted off his gleaming plumage. �Sorry, you know, for burying you when you weren�t dead.� �Weren�t dead? Oh no, I was dead alright, good and proper, you could have stuffed a pillow with me feathers and I wouldn�t have even chirped.� �So how come...?� �How come I�m as handsome and gorgeous as ever?? Well, you reading that godawful poem must have shaken up some strange spirits. There�s a lot around at this time of year, you know. And so, the forces of evil being what they are, they decided that as punishment for you for that stupid verse, they�d turn me into a zombie parrot,� he said, fixing me with a yellow bloodshot eye. �So bend down a bit, would you, so I can eat your brains out.� �What?? Eat my brains out?� �Yeah, sausage head. That�s me job, you know. No offence.� �No offence?! I�ve done you a favour, you stinking bird. You should be grateful! Now, shake your feathers then beat it. Fly to Leicester and to Maddie. I�m sure her brains are tasty, if they�re anything like the rest of her.� �Oh I suppose so,� said the Parrot. �Your brains aren�t up to much anyway mate. Probably taste like rhubarb. I�m off to find some brains full of juicy thoughts. Toodle pip.� Then with a hop and a flap he was off, flying over the charred fences, sooty washing lines, burnt sheds and melted curtains of Modern British Suburbia. So, sorry Maddie, there�s a zombie parrot on the loose and he wants your brains. But I think a good poem would do just as well... Robin x *erm, don't do this kids! _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 with e-mail virus protection service: 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mmcneil79 at xxx.com Thu Nov 7 12:30:50 2002 From: mmcneil79 at xxx.com (Madeleine McNeil) Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2002 12:30:50 +0000 Subject: Sinister: In My Dreams Message-ID: Greetings, Sinister Kids. My, hasn't it been busy of late? Goodness knows what those naughty boys and girls in #sinister have been cooking up. Pigz and Archel were talking about undies (one of the most used sentences ever, I think). And hooray for patterned tights. I had a pair once, but I covered them in fag burns, as I seem to do with every pair of tights I own. Some girls can pull this off in a kind of "Oh, goodness me! I'm so ditzy yet cute and the fact that my clothes are all moth eaten and fag burnt only serves to enhance how beautiful I am" way. I only manage a "Jesus, you're tights have got holes in them. Are you going out like that?" And yes, I am enigmatic when it comes to underwear. Except that time when I showed my red pants at Red Knicker Day to prove I wasn't cheating. Oh, and that time when I was at a party and my skirt slid down to reveal my undies. Oh, and that time yesterday when I'd been wandering around at work for about an hour before I realised my zip was undone. Except for all those times, and doubtless many others, my pants are a state secret. Recently, I have been behaving in a very grown up way (except Saturday night, but that doesn't count, surely?), what with studying and bookshopgirlism and a Committed Grown Up Relationship. Last night I went to visit my girl in her new flat. It's really nice if you like lying in the dark (no lamp in bedroom) or sitting on the floor (no sofa). She had some plan to hang something on the door and I was forced, in my most Joyce Grenville voice to say "Yes, dear, and last time you hand an idea like that, the door fell on your head". I found this far more amusing than I should have. Then I remembered watching The Empire Strikes Back on Tuesday and asking her "So, is the Emperor in charge of Darth Vader then?" and she replied "Yeah, he's like Darth's line manager". So, I got the giggles and was exciled to the fire escape. Good thing I was dressed in my towelling robe and turban, and had remembered my little guitar. After a few rousing verses of 'Moon River', I lit a cigarette and looked out over the glorious city scape of Leicester. My mind wondered. And wandered. And as I drifted off into my Audrey Hepburn induced reverie, I felt a burning sensation on my knee. I looked down. Holy fuck! I've set fire to my bath robe! I leapt up, cursing, dropping cigarette and ash and glowing embers. I heard a voice, "Well, you're a complete fuckwit, aren't you?" "What? Eh?" I looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, "Who said that?" "Me, you dippy tart". And the pain in the arse that in the poetry parrot came to rest on the railings beside me. "You! But... you were here last year and I sent you away. I sent you to Australia to get rid of you!" "Yeah, and now I'm back. I've been watching you for a while. Audrey Hepburn my arse. You look more like Alma Hippo. And why are you hardly dressed, with wet hair, out on a night like this? You'll catch your death!" "But WHY are you back?" "Oh, you must always ask questions, mustn't you? I went to see Stout Robin and the fucker buried me!" "Goodness", I replied "But he always seemed like such a nice boy" "Yeah... but it's all a facade. He's a parrot-slaying freak, if you ask me.... And then I wanted to eat his brains, but he wouldnt let me. Yes, selfish, I know. So he sent me here. Said I should eat your brains instead" The parrot peered into my ear, pecking at my hair and pulling it, just to upset me. He squawked. Very loudly. "Fuck me! Not only is that Stout a fiend to parrots everywhere, he's also a liar! Your brains are full of red shoes and gin. Ooh, and you're thinking about smooching..." "Get out of there!" I swiped the little fucker but he only squawked his laughter and perched back on the railing. Le harrumph. Who does he think he is? But now I've got him here, maybe he can be of some use. "So, parrot, you old bastard. I'm taking a course on poetry at uni. What do you think of the aesthetic/didactic argument? Is the purpose of poetry really to teach and delight like what Sidney said?" "Shut the fuck up and find me some whiskey" So, off I went in to the kitchen. And I thought of this: In My Dreams by Stevie Smith In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away, Whither and why I know not nor do I care. And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter, And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air. In my dreams they are always waving their hands and saying goodbye, And they give me the stirrup cup and I smile as I drink, I am glad the journey is set, I am glad I am going, I am glad, I am glad, that my friends don't know what I think. I placed the bottle of whisky on the fire escape and slammed the door. I could hear the parrot squawking and fussing outside the door. "You can't stay here!" I shouted "Go and visit Liz Daplyn. She's nicer than me. Don't eat her brains, but if you play your cards right, she might rustle you up some lemon cake" And with that, the most offensive parrot in the world... EVER (TM) vanished into the night. Madeleine xxx _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 helps eliminate e-mail viruses. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Nov 7 14:12:25 2002 From: hobart at xxx.uk (ian) Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2002 14:12:25 -0000 Subject: Sinister: ~ is the word Message-ID: <000401c28667$b80cdf40$b001883e@default> ~ is the word its the ~ that you heard its got ~ its got meaning ~ is the time is the ~ is the motion ~ is the way we are feeling hello my fluffy bunnies of rage. i hope you are well. in fact, i hope you are better than well. i hope you are ~ you look confused, i'll explain. this morning, i got a letter from texas. my hands trembled slightly as i opened it, because i knew who it would be from. i've been in sporadic contact with the polyphonic spree* for some time now, i've written them stories, sent them my songs and my musings on life, shared jokes with them and they have, on occasion, written back. the last letter wasn't very positive, but i KNEW this was the one...the one.. they want me in their band, they do.. 'Dear Ian, Whilst it may appear that we are peace-loving, white-robed hippy cultist gorgeous lovely happy people, you should bear in mind that we are also Texans. We know people with VERY BIG GUNS. If you don't leave us alone, they'll SHOOT YOU Best Wishes The Polyphonic Spree p.s. you're nearly 30 now, its time you learnt to use capital letters' oh. i wasn't expecting that. i put the letter down, made myself the usual morning brew (white spirit with just a spot of milk - no sugar, i'm careful about what i put in my body) and pondered who i knew with BIG GUNS who i could send out to avenge myself. how could they? how COULD they say such a thing?? nearly 30? i'm.... as old as my tongue and slightly older than my teeth. and that's as old as i'll stay. and...capital LETTERS??!?!?!?!?!! my list of friends with nasty weapons:- 1. archel playforth - problems: not so much a 'friend'.. more of a sworn adversary. but i HAVE heard her talking about her 'buzzing bazooka'. that said, she's probably at some all-week s&m party right now, and she might not help me anyway 2. saddam hussein - problems: kind of busy at the moment. and i don't ACTUALLY know him. but if i tell him i voted for him he'll probably believe me. lots of people did, i hear.. 3. the little boy across the road that throws fireworks - problems: he might throw one at me. saddam hussein it was, then. but he's very difficult to get hold of right now. i tried to talk to his chums, but they kept saying things about infidelity and hanging up on me. i sat there, staring out of the window. (it wasn't raining, marianna, but there was a bit of dew on the ground) and i realised there was nobody i could turn to. it is said that all the great mystics have to endure a dark night of the soul. st john of the cross; teresa of avilla (or somewhere similar); julian of norwich; sylvia of peterborough... all of them suffered great agonies before The Truth was revealed. bloody ancients. always so melodramatic. i made do with a grumpyface over a cup of tea and i thought of my PLAN. sinisterines... we shall form my...er that is ..our own CULT. i have seen the light and the light is ~ consider the ~ i bet you never have. look closely at what is before you. no, put that away and look at the keyboard.. what was it shakespeare said? :' there are many things in earth and heaven, horatio, which aren't quite what we think they might be. some of them are ~ ' sheer poetry..** the ~ . it sits, quietly, in the back of our minds. we all know the ~ exists, but how many of us have ever taken the time to consider it? i mean, really, really consider it, and its inherent possibilities? does this time of year, or any time of year, make you feel strange? (i KNOW it does..) do you sometimes feel a sense of dissatisfaction, without really knowing why? (i KNOW you do) do your sex toys always break before you've had them very long? (mr casarotto, this one's mostly for you..) it is because your ~ is imbalanced. you're smiling. you don't think you have any ~ . but have you ever looked within? still your mind for a second. no words, no thoughts. you can stop them coming in if you try hard enough. hold just one thing in your mind. the ~. feel the ~ flow through you, imparting its ~ishness all around your body as it goes. feel the ~ from your head to your toes. feel the ~ flow out of your nose. and back in again, of course. how did it feel? are you at one with the ~? do you feel a sense of peace? practice this once a day, my friends, and you will know The Truth. you will never need music, or drugs, or sex, again. although when we're a proper CULT we may as well indulge in them, because they'll probably make our experience of the ~ even more profound. and we will write our own music. and we will be great. and the message of ~ will flow around the world. for the moment, though, you can just send money. to: the ~foundation, selly oak, birmingham. it'll get here. i've bribed the postman. love and ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ian * if you don't know who the polyphonic spree are, go here: http://www.thepolyphonicspree.com/main.html ** the passage about ~~ in shakespeare's much overlooked work 'that hamlet, and how he couldn't make up his mind' was removed by many early editors who, under the fist of whatever religion prevailed at the time, were prevented from revealing the inner secrets of this great man's work. this absence is now beginning to be recognised, and modern audiences will soon be able to gain a whole new insight into areas of old will's plays that were denied their predecessors. maybe +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Thu Nov 7 16:08:31 2002 From: S.Hewitt at xxx.uk (Hewitt, Stephen) Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2002 16:08:31 -0000 Subject: Sinister: ~ is a very specific word, actu-wah-leeeeeee Message-ID: ian said: ~~~blah~~blah~~~up the bum~~~etc but kiddywinks, sinister already has a use for the ~, look: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/199802/msg00295.html to go round ~ing all over the place is asking for trouble, you may stir the sleeping ghosts of tag and N. and possibly even NORTHY HIMSELF!!! (it's called a tilde you know, although searching the archive for "northy snake" brings up five times as many references as searching for tilde) nice to see the list picking up a bit, i think several ppl had been holding their virtual breath until the tr*as*re h*nt clues were released :) i don't have much more else to say i don't think, i've been listening to TWATTYBUS a bit recently (EYFITS particularly), cos i was walking home and saw orion t'other nite (NB in the sky, not walking down the street or owt). DV was banging on abt the chalets (for a change), he said: on November 9th there is an afternoon gig somewhere and then that evening they play popular club Strange Fruit i'm assuming the afternoon gig will be at Notting Hill Art Club (ah Troy, how i miss you (NBB Troy is their cheap turkish lager, not a hunky barman or anything, no, really)). I'm going to see the turner prize on saturday though, so i guess i'll miss this, although i'm almost certainly going along to strange fruit. Also mrs carsmile thinks ken only arranges bowling for sundays cos he knows she can't go cos he is worried that she'll turn her miraculous technique (oh god, what a dreadful attempt at content) into actually being able to aim and everything as well and thus whup his sorry little ass (and it is small ladies). also mrs carsmile bought some t-shirts last nite that were allegedly for age 6-7, but which fit her, good thing she's called meg and not jean really... La Kaiser said: I might have to resurrect my trumpet fnar, snork, guffaw etc... he also said: Sinister needs its new blood. There may even be some peanut butter in it for you... which i'm hoping isn't a euphemism for anything. if it is Mark, i think you'd better see a doctor... I suppose peanut butter is quite salty and sticks to the roof of your mouth though... ...oh, and full of protein. well, i don't think i can top that ;) 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. The message and any files transmitted with it are intended only for the use of the recipient or organisation to whom it is addressed. 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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 Thu Nov 7 16:46:28 2002 From: hobart at xxx.uk (The Space Shed) Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2002 16:46:28 -0000 Subject: Sinister: The Void Message-ID: <001001c2867d$70eb54a0$0a09883e@default> Space... Big, isn't it? The earth is several miles below. It seems unreal to look at it in such a manner. It looks quiet, and innocuous enough, from this distance. It looks like a pleasant place to live. I don't miss it. It isn't my home any more. I should say something Holy....'Truly, the glory of creation shines through as I witness the work of our Lord all around me'.. Something like that. But, the truth is, it is no more apparent up here than it was down there. The emptiness clears my mind. The void hints at hidden truths. But I've had enough of hints of Truth. Either give me the real thing or leave me alone. Hello, and welcome, my lambs of Divinity, My name is Sister Janice, and I have given my life to Jesus. That is, I had given my life to Jesus. Now, I suppose, I have it back. I wish I knew what to do with it.. The space-ship doesn't have a control panel. I have never been a scientist. Nuns generally aren't. People tell me science and faith don't necessarily go together. They don't understand that science is simply one more faith. But, it remains the truth that nuns are not scientists. And they're also crap at building space-ships. There is only one way to return to Earth. I switch off the fuel, and prepare for a crash-landing. And I pray to someone I once thought I knew all the way back to the planet. ---------------- Somewhere I can hear someone crying. I don't think it is me. The shed door swings open, its hinges broken, and I have no choice but to step out into the chaos before me. The street is lined with traffic, ambulances mostly. Further up the road, I can see lights blinking in the gathering darkness. People gather around them.. shouting, crying or just walking around, looking helpless. A woman rushes up to me, grabs my shoulder, and collapses onto me, sobbing. She allows words to flow from her mouth, fast and incoherent.. an Australian accent. I say nothing. She doesn't need someone to listen, not yet. She just needs to talk. I stroke her hair, and try to offer her comfort, but I know it is useless. I am beginning to realise where I am. A holiday island. Somewhere people came to escape the misery of their everyday lives. Somewhere people came to find something, something better than the reality they have had thrust upon them. Instead, a different reality was presented to them. One that cannot be escaped from by aeroplane. There is something of a crowd around me. An old man is shouting at me 'calls himself a GOD, claims to care...how could he allow this to happen?' I don't answer him. There isn't an answer. It is people with all the answers who commit such acts of destruction. I let him shout. He needs someone to blame. One by one, they drift away. Realising that I'm no use in this situation, they look for somebody else who is. They're looking in the wrong place. They won't find that person in a habit. They won't find it in another person at all, if they can't find it in themselves. I wish I could tell them how to do that, but, after all these years, I'm still looking. Back to the shed. I flick a few switches and hope for the best. Before long, I'm in the air. Into space. Into nothingness. Where I don't have to answer, or ask, difficult questions. At least, not until I'm ready. Perhaps I should pray. I kneel, and close my eyes, but there's nothing to say. The void is huge. It hints at hidden truths. It is cold up here. Sister Janice +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From dirtyvicar at xxx.net Thu Nov 7 21:18:22 2002 From: dirtyvicar at xxx.net (Dirty Vicar) Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2002 21:18:22 +0000 Subject: Sinister: booze explosion! Message-ID: You know the way the first rule of sinister is you don't talk about Sinister? I am nevertheless going to engage in some meta comment, because it seems like there's been a sudden outbreak of Old Sinister action on the list. Top marks, that's what I say, seeing all these old jokes, tropes, and characters from before my time dredged up. Soon I will have assimilated everything and be able to pass myself off as an old timer too, muttering about the Earl of Fotheringay* the while. I must reply to a post that mentioned me. Carsmile Steve wrote: > DV was banging on abt the chalets (for a change), now I feel very self conscious. I saw the Chalets play again last friday, and I completely wuv them. Sirrah Carsmile went on to say: > i'm assuming the afternoon gig will be at Notting Hill Art Club yes indeed. They will play RoTa at the Notting Hill Art Club at 4.00pm. My sources in the world of The Chalets also tell me they will play Strange Fruit at 8.00pm sharp. They would also like to remind Sinister that The Chalets include former Sinister subber Paula Cullen Booze Explosion. The old timers among you could go along and marvel at what happens to people when they unsubscribe. I feel like some kind of grubby list abusing publicist now. I will not mention The Chalets again for a while. I will mention Serge Gainsbourg. "L'Histoire Du Melody Nelson" has finally fallen into place with me, and I wuv it. I reckon I would wuv it even more if my French was up to following the lyrics (which apparently are about getting it on with some young one who then dies in an unlikely sequence of events). I have also been enjoying the France Gall album I bought in Beirut, which features many Serge composed songs. My favourite Gainsbourg track remains 'Nazi Rock' off "Rock Around The Bunker". People may scoff at Isobel Campbell, but it is thanks to her that 'Nazi Rock' looms so high in my pantheon of Serge, as she was the first person I ever heard bigging it up. "Rock Around The Bunker" is a G*R*A*T*E record. It presents a load of pop tunes with second world war and third reich related themes, many of them set in the bunker where Mr & Mrs Hitler wile away the time before the end. Never one to shun controversy, Serge also sings about how great it is to be Jewish and wear the yellow star. It's funny how slow I am, it never really occured to me until recently that Gainsbourg was lucky to avoid extermination in the second world war. He is a strange man to be able to make light of it in that kind of way. A strange man, and a pop genius. I also had the good fortune to see the band Luna last week, who did a stonking version of Gainsbourg's 'Bonnie & Clyde', complete with those odd cockatoo noises. Top marks, top marks. Apart from "Rock Around The Bunker" and "L'Histoire Du Melody Nelson", does anyone have any other Gainsbourg album recommendations. et maintenant, il faut que je parti. 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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 terryunderwear at xxx.com Fri Nov 8 06:46:22 2002 From: terryunderwear at xxx.com (terry underwear) Date: Fri, 08 Nov 2002 13:46:22 +0700 Subject: Sinister: good time oldies Message-ID: Mark Casarotto said: >so if anyone has any decent recipes, please feel free to send them to me! You should go here: http://joannou.net/topofthestairs/sinifood/ The Sinister Recipe Tree is rolling along nicely. Caitlin Pigtails is doing a fantastic job of archiving the recipes. If anyone wants to join just let me know. There are some fantastic recipes - Alyson Snowball's Hazelnut-Parmesan Asparagus is the best thing I have done with asparagus (in terms of eating anyway...), and Jeanette's Chocolate Chip Pecan Pie is to die for. I am slowly working my way through all the recipes everyone has sent in. I have had a permanent smile on my face all day today, and have been in a suspiciously good mood for the last couple of days. Perhaps because I handed in my last assignment yesterday, or perhaps because it is Swot Vac and I love Swot Vac, or maybe because it is sunny and warm and just deliciuos outside. I would suggest a combination of the 3. I also went shopppig today with the 2 girls I live with, which is always fun. And I didn't have to carry the box of fruit and vegetables we bought from the markets! I insisted one of the girls carry it - I would of but I refuse to reinforce gender stereotypes ;) Then we went to the supermarket and I got to push the trolley and coast on it, which is my favourite thing in the whole world possibly. My car's tape player broke a week or so ago, which means I can't listen to tapes. I had just made this fantastic B&S mix-tape, and had listened to almost half of, when my tape player just stopped working. The upside to all this is that I've been able to listen to "Good Time Oldies, 1080 6IX" on a regular basis. I'd forgotten how good it was, and would like to thank Helen for reminding me of its greatness. After reading David Hewitt's post it got me thinking about how many Australian's are actually on Sinister, and where they all live. I know there is at least 7 here in Perth and at least 2 in Brisbane, 2 in Melbourne and 1 in Adelaide. 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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 sunnie_set at xxx.com Fri Nov 8 13:06:12 2002 From: sunnie_set at xxx.com (Sunny set) Date: Fri, 08 Nov 2002 13:06:12 +0000 Subject: Sinister: ~is a very puzzling word Message-ID: When I got up this morning my mind was still reeling What exactly was the ~foundation? What would ~ mean to me? What exactly were the profound experience it promised? Any cult you had to send money to and had bribed a postman was surely genuine and I was just about to send my life savings (�2.76) to the ~ foundation, when I stopped dead in my tracks. That Ian bloke was involved. From painful past experience I have learnt he is a shady character. Just look at the time he persuaded two innocent victims that Jacobs Ladder was an illegal substance which should picked at night and then smoked. Look what happened to those two poor souls�both ended up fleeing the country...rumour has it one spends his days walking around a bit lost mumbling to himself whilst the other� well I don�t think you really want to know what happened to her� No some caution was needed here. I needed to find out more. Trouble was how? Carsmile Steve had already thrown some light onto the mystery�the ~ symbolised the ancient myth of the Northy Snake. But how had Ian suddenly learnt the powers of this mysterious creature? Society had changed. People were no longer: �happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes.� What could the Northy Snake possible mean to a �legion of bedroom saddo devotees�. In my experience, the answer to a puzzle always arrives when you are least expecting it and whilst in the shower pondering the mystery of the ~ I looked up. There written on the handle of the shower was something which I must have seen every morning since I had lived in this house: MIRA ~~ shower I fell back in shock. It had to be a clue, 2 whole ~�s right there in my very own bathroom. I still couldn�t quite fathom what it could mean. Frantically I searched the bathroom, but could extract no further clues from the toothpaste, shampoo, water heater or bottle of bleach. I slumped down at my desk. I really thought I had been onto something then. Instead, being the good geneticist that I am, I got on with an honest days work plotting to mutate and clone the human race. I was staring at the keyboard slowly and clumsily typing my plans. That ~ just kept staring me in the face. Taunting me by its very presence. What had the letter to Ian said? �p.s. you're nearly 30 now, its time you learnt to use capital letters� I looked at the ~ and there is was� the capital letter of #�(at least it is on my keyboard) I decided it was time to look at all of the clues: 1) I had suddenly looked up to �see� the brand of the shower had been mira- so if I substituted the �a� for �see� or rather the letter C I get� MIRC� 2) Ian was wanting us to JOIN the cult 3) and # was the alternative name for the cult 4) and finally the headquarters were in Birmingham� very SINISTER. I stared at the clues long and hard. There just didn�t seem to be a pattern� Ahh well not every mystery can be solved. Time for a cup of tea I think. Take Care, Rachel ************* With the current crop of disposable jaw lines and manufactured inanity, it seems that we need our heroes now more than ever before. http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk ***************** _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 helps eliminate e-mail viruses. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Nov 8 17:44:46 2002 From: stoutrobin at xxx.com (robin stout) Date: Fri, 08 Nov 2002 17:44:46 +0000 Subject: Sinister: S!M!U!T! Message-ID: why, hello! RACHEL PLAYFORTH (MISS) SAID: <> But have you been reading Stuart�s Diary, Rachel? It seems he just can�t help being smutty. Have you seen his latest entry? It�s full of porn and Dentist Sex, and is like a big mountain of spunk! Look! <> Crikey! I hope he remembered his cap! And then he says he�s bored of sex. Too much of it, I think! Archel also said: <> And I thought she said �tits.� But she didn't. She did say �bras�, though. He he! Bras!! On a less smutty note, I quite like reading the diary and stuff. I don�t think it reveals anything too sensational and really quite like the way Stuart spends most of his time being lazy, and isn�t like a proper rock star at all. I can�t think of many other artists who would set homework like this, either: << But here's a little assignment for you. In the spirit of what I was talking about earlier I want you to write in and tell me something you found sexy. But the thing is, it's not to include any sex. Because sometimes someone can do something so attractive. but it's nothing to do with that media fed notion of sex I'm so bored with. It's something different. I was going to give you an example, but I'm so jaded.. you're just going to have to use your imagination.>> This is like the opposite of Archel�s underwear competition I think. Archel�s is easier, because I think about bras A LOT, but I think I might enter Stuart�s too. Everyone else has (he he! snigger!) I�m off to the dentist then. bye x x robin _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your messages with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sat Nov 9 01:19:36 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Sat, 09 Nov 2002 01:19:36 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Trash Message-ID: Dear Sinister, Before I start proper a tiny addendum to last time�s post � I mentioned that the Moldy Peaches were playing in Sheffield on the 21st November. Well, as any English student will tell you, close reading is key � unfortunately I neglected to read the advertisement poster closely enough to discern that it is in fact just Kimya Dawson, who is one half (roughly) of the above mentioned band that�s playing, but it should still be good anyway. Nonetheless, a lesson is to be learned here � don�t go reading posters whilst running past them at a considerable distance and talking to someone. Is toothpaste a liquid or a solid? That�s what we were talking about. No firm conclusions have yet been drawn � what do you reckon? See I�m thinking that stuff like toothpaste disrupts the whole notion of the solid/liquid/gas trichotomy as it�s taught in low level physics (I gave up on physics after GCSE, I was no good at it and the department was up three flights of stairs) and instead that states of matter should be seen as a continuum rather than three separate entities in themselves. Possibly most scientists would just say: �Well, obviously� to that, but we were always taught that you had to be one of the three. It�s all up in the air anyway. I�ve started proper by the way now, in case anyone isn�t clear. I really want to talk about the song �Trash� by Suede now � you�ll remember me saying in my last post that they didn�t play anything I requested at the most recent Offbeat, well �Trash� was one of the songs I requested then. Even though, if I were forced to choose, I�d probably say I was more anti Suede than pro them, I do think �Trash� is one of the best singles of the 90�s, easily the best thing the band has ever done etc. Though I�m not at all sure why, it�s not markedly different from the trademark lush, vaguely anthemic in a pseudo-anti-anthemic sort of way trademark Suede trademark sound. I don�t know. It�s healthy to have irrational likes and dislikes anyway. Since they didn�t play it at Offbeat the other Friday then I requested it yesterday evening (which was Thursday evening if I don�t get round to finishing this before tonight is done). Actually I might go off on a little tangent first about the Thursday night Fuzz Club at Sheffield SU � or at least about Coin-Op who were the band that played there last night, they have bands on before the disco bit in a clever hybrid of gig and club, giving you just that little bit more for your money, unless, as frequently happens, the bands that are on are crap. I wanted to go backstage or shout and ask them if they liked The Pixies and The Fall quite a lot but I didn�t get round to it. They were good though, I enjoyed myself. And anyway, it�s unfair and lazy to describe bands in terms of combinations of other bands, or just in terms of other bands really � I�m not saying Coin-Op were Pixies/Fall copyists anyway, they weren�t, but there were definite vocal inflections and dynamics in their sound that heavily recalled both those bands. No bad thing? Well that depends. Anyway, speaking of all that, I saw much maligned/adored American emo-folkster �about as alt as alt-country gets� (Q Magazine) types/type (I�m not clear on where the band starts and ends really, is it just Connor Oberst that counts as Bright Eyes or are the rest of them part of it � ditto The Magnetic Fields and The Divine Comedy) Bright Eyes on Wednesday in a tiny venue in the back room of a pub in Leeds � yes his ears really do look that big from up close. To be honest I probably fit more into the �maligned� (as in I malign them, him, not the other way round, gah) side of the above split, but it was a good show with the boy Oberst quaffing a whole bottle of cheapo red wine on stage (which isn�t, I don�t imagine, a very good sign for the tour � if you need to be that trashed to make the evening go ok then it can�t be a very stimulating tour, musically or otherwise) and flailing around and singing and generally looking like an indie poster boy extraordinaire. He sang some old songs too, which I recognised, and that was nice. Thing is, though, his music is so defiantly, brutally introspective (which is what puts, I guess, a lot of people off � it certainly puts me off � or not just that it is introspective, but the manner in which it is and how that�s expressed) that I expected the gig to be quite low key and acoustic � more about drawing the crowd in rather than projecting to them, and in such a small venue he could easily have gotten away with that, in fact it might even have worked better, but instead he and his band thrashed (ok it wasn�t quite that crude, but there was a sense of abandon, I think, to the way they went through the songs � again, not a good sign that this is a very stimulating tour for team Bright Eyes) their way along, turning even the more delicate numbers into cathartic paroxysms of angsty indie rage, and as Oberst got drunker and drunker even those laboured words of his began to blur into one another, just leaving his hoarse, abstract exorcisms behind. Perversely, not being a fan of his lyrics particularly, this actually made the gig more enjoyable for me � and my friends, who are all pretty much confirmed Bright Eyes fanatics didn�t seem to mind either, or perhaps they were just too star struck to notice. If you were there (you never know), then my friend Laura was the one who jumped on stage right at the end of the encore and gave your man a necklace. Cute. Also, we managed to charm the (ok non-existent) security and ran backstage afterwards to meet the band, who obviously had no interest in us and didn�t want us there (they can�t really be blamed for that though, I think I�d be the same) and I stood awkwardly while other gobs hung open gazing at Connor�s lovely blottoed visage. Then they bought tshirts and stuff and we went home. Yay. Oh, yeah, while I�m thinking about it, during the gig I really, really felt like heckling. Is this natural? Barring the wittiest of the witty, I�m generally not at all impressed by heckling, I don�t think many people are � but during the oddly reverential between song silences of Wednesday night I was itching to make myself heard. I felt like shouting something like: �Say something profound, Connor.� I�m glad I didn�t actually, it wouldn�t have worked. That is, it wouldn�t have been a sufficiently witty heckle to get the crowd onto my side, not that Oberst wouldn�t have said something profound, lord knows, he might have huge chunks of the Dhammapada to heart, and what a bootleg that would have made. Incidentally, my philosophy lecturer, the one who made the mistake about Tracey Emin last week, this week redeemed himself by using the term �scare quotes� which I like. Presently we come to something of an impasse � next week is reading week, which means that I don�t have any lectures or anything, most people have gone home for the week, but I couldn�t face that personally � not that I�ve anything against my family, of course not, but we�re having building work done at home at the moment, and the thought of being stuck in that tiny house whilst builders traipse through all the while really doesn�t appeal. I�m going back soon anyway, for some A-Level thing at my old school, I can�t decide if I�m looking forward to seeing various people or not, some of them I definitely didn�t stay in contact with for a reason � I imagine it�ll be all �How are you getting on?� �Oh fine, you?� �Fine, yeah� type conversations and then we�ll all go back home and wonder how we could grow so far apart after just a few months. Or I will anyway. But an impasse here because I don�t really have anything to do, particularly � I have letters to write and a couple of essays to do, but that doesn�t really structure my days very well, not that they particularly benefit from being structured � I suppose this is the eternal paradox though, if I�m ever obliged to do anything at all then I moan about it, and now that I have a week so empty that there will be barely anyone around that I�ll have to grunt �alright?� at as we pass on the street and I moan about that as well. I suppose I�m just worried that I�ll retreat back into the malaise of doing nothing except staying in bed reading and keeping completely unsociable hours as I did during the summer. It wasn�t that bad, really. I just don�t particularly want to be there again, even if it is just for a week. Still. And it�s not as if I don�t have enough free time anyway, in fact I have inordinate amounts � I suppose I always did though. Almost everyone being gone is almost certainly a good thing, though, I think � no more queues for dinner, no more long waits for the lift, even if it is just for a week. Oh, and I meant to tell you this last time, but further to the tales of �hilarious� student debauchery, the guy who lives opposite to me, lets call him �Matt� (it is his name, after all, and any possible allusions to a dull surface are appreciated as well as appropriate), this is the person that plays �Eye of the Tiger� and, recently that Bombfunk MC�s record that was around a few years ago, a song which I thought had been thankfully consigned to the annals of one hit wonderdom, but apparently not, repeatedly, loudly during the wee small hours of the morning, as well as several other hours during the day (�wee small� is a bit of a tautology isn�t it? That blonde girl has fair hair), he anyway, managed to break his sink by throwing his weights at it, whilst drunk. Oddly, and disconcertingly he didn�t seem at all bothered by what he�d done the next day, still found it highly amusing actually. Some people, honestly. He�s a bit of a case all round really, from the lewd posters on his wall to the other day when I was, not out of choice, mind, sitting opposite him and dinner and he started complaining about how hard it was to do work in his room, about how it was too noisy and about how there were too many distractions. But it�s you making all the noise! All the time! Some people. Honestly. Actually, I was mulling this over the other day on the way home from something, we more or less have absolutely nothing in common, Matt and I, no shared interests, no common ground, we don�t have anything that even remotely resembles a rapport in conversation. Chalk et cheese. I was wondering, then, whether this is a good thing or not. Is it beneficial to occasionally come into contact with people that you absolutely cannot relate to at all? Does it somehow affirm your own sense of being? Prove the eternal variety of the human spirit? Which lead me, sans an actual conclusion on the above (other than to think that occasionally I am drawn to struggling through, say, a really hard book or article thinking that it will be somehow beneficial to have read it, despite not having enjoyed it very much, not sure that this is quite analogous though), to wonder if we maybe had one thing in common, I worked backwards on this one, reasoning that it�s easier to change him than me in this unlikeliest of scenarios � that, say, he enjoyed the novels of Vladimir Nabokov (he told me, incidentally, that he doesn�t like reading the other day, so there doesn�t seem to be much chance that he does on the sly, but I suppose you never know), would that then give us enough grounding to be able to get on with eachother without there being an awkward and occasionally menacing air when we speak? But then I thought, no, because if he did like Nabokov then surely this would change, albeit fractionally, his entire countenance � or would it? Could he be the same person exactly, but just with this one tiny addition? I didn�t think so, Nabokov isn�t a good example, obviously, but in a sense, to like certain things you have to be a certain way � it�s not really a chicken and egg type situation and one can�t function with the other. But then I thought that I was being far too essentialist � why shouldn�t someone completely different to me enjoy the same things as I do? There isn�t an answer to that. The reason Matt and I don�t get on runs much deeper than just surface interests � there are plenty of sporty people (and yes, I appreciate how much of an oversimplification that is) that I get on with and plenty of bookish people that I can�t stand. So, depressingly, it looks like our differences are irreconcilable. Pity that. The thing is, I feel that way about most of the people on this floor - that there is this huge vista between what I think and what they think � about everything. Pity that. So why is it that I still think of them, of Matt especially in terms of just those interests? Do I see them as a manifestation of the bits of his personality that are irreconcilable with mine, and with people I like that have similar interests to him, do I bury those interests and just see the personality that I do get on with? This is what keeps me up. That and the toothpaste thing, anyway. Perhaps this is why my friends seemed so horrified when, in Leeds a few weeks ago after we were drunkenly insulted by some townie types about the way we were dressed, harmless enough, I suppose, but not very pleasant, and typically our conversation turns to how moronic these people are, how they all dress the same and etc etc and I suggested that if that was all we could come up with about them was that, then we were no different from them anyway � we think we�re better, they think they�re better simply based on the way the other side appears, the only difference being that the townies have the, I don�t think guts is quite the word, but the impetus at least to voice their prejudices. I thought the whole point of not being like them was to *not be like them*. Didn�t go down too well though. Perhaps I�m trying to make a point about indie as a whole now, though guardedly. I�ll not press it though. I�m as guilty of it as anyone else is anyhow, so I�d be a hypocrite if I did. I wonder if Matt recognises this difference � or more to the point, I wonder what he actually thinks of me � it�s a subject I�d quite like to broach with him, if only I knew how. Incidentally, I don�t particularly mean to single Matt out, it�s just that his room is so close to mine and I seem the most estranged from him, it�s a discussion I�d like to have with plenty of people, but it�s one of those things that�s just too close to the bone to actually take up with anyone, even people I am friends with. I�m rambling now. Still. He�s gone home for the week anyway, Matt, so have most of them, it�s quiet. I think I already mentioned that. Still rambling, then. As ever. See, I did it with the pun on �Matt� above, actually, witty as it was and as nicely as it lead on to �it does exactly what it says on the tin� type nonsense I was still completely on the surface, totally 2D. Nobody is 2D. Perhaps this is what�ll happen when I go back to school for that presentation, we�ll all go back to seeing each other as just 2D people, strangers, I suppose they are now, in a sense, most of them. But I was here to talk to you about Suede. So I requested �Trash� Thursday evening and they played it and I danced and in my cinematised version everyone was ecstatic and the song fit the moment so perfectly that all other music momentarily paled in comparison and today I went out and bought a second hand copy of �Coming Up� for a fiver because I don�t actually have the song up here with me and I�ve been listening to it on repeat all day the end. Love, Kieran Xxx p.s. I thought about taking out all the punctuation. Maybe next time, what do you think? _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stuartmurdoch310 at xxx.com Sat Nov 9 19:23:52 2002 From: stuartmurdoch310 at xxx.com (Shane) Date: Sat, 09 Nov 2002 19:23:52 0 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Everyone welcome me. Message-ID: <20021109192353.1015.h026.c000.wm@mail.nme.com.criticalpath.net> Well, I just joined the list about 2 weeks ago. Been reading things "here, there, and everywhere" at random. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Shane, from Maine in the US of A. I'm 16 and enjoy being critisized for being a Belle and Sebastian fan by my friends. I don't know how it is in England or Australia, but Belle and Sebastian are almost as unknown as anyone can possibly get over here. I'm critisized for not liking loud guitars that dominate a song and/or rap music (if you want to call it music). I looked for this list for some people that I actually have something in common with musically. Plus, I've gotten 1 too many "wuts sinister meen" from some of the morons I hang out with. I think I am going to keep myself very low profile, only responding every once in a while, but I will read most everything. My favorite Belle and Sebastian is a cross between Sinister and Arab Strap. I especially like listening to how smoothly a transition "A Space Boy Dream" goes into "Dirty Dream Number Two". Speaking of, Dirty Dream Number Two happens to be my favorite song. Peace, Shane Morin ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname at nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sat Nov 9 20:19:05 2002 From: rfadden at xxx.com (rrrrobyn) Date: Sat, 9 Nov 2002 12:19:05 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: just make believe but so in love Message-ID: <20021109201905.80617.qmail@web11103.mail.yahoo.com> ah, sinister... well, it's been a while. i've been computer-less for (gasp) almost two months. i don't know, i think i lost track of time. time means nothing! it's all about space now, people. but what do i know. well, i know a bunch of things, really. but "knowing", well, what does that really mean? esp when there are so many things that one certainly does *not* "know". see how things get all confused when robyn doesn't have her computer and her internet access? the world gets Abstract. everything is all parenthesized, quotified, capitalized with Meaning, and other such theoretical sod. if i didn't enjoy it so much i'd say it could kiss my ass. which, boy, can it. but i have my computer back! all fixed up. hoorah, etc.! concretely, then: montreal remains good. though cold. an' it's only gettin' colder, they say. i'm disturbed (perhaps only minorly, i don't know) by the idea that winter is something you "get through". like a tunnel. a really long, cold tunnel. and while tunnels are fun/exciting/new when you're travelling at 120km/hr on a highway in the mountains, they're an entirely different thing when used as a metaphor for the long, cold canadian winter. (which, as you know, does not exist on the canadian west coast, making me feel somewhat removed from this side of canadian identity. maybe i should be *glad* to get to experience this? will i have some mid-winter revelation? or will i simply concede to wearing long johns, warm boots and a toque at all times, muttering about identity only to keep my lips from freezing?) hm. getting through. how much of life is about reflecting on it? sometimes too much, sometimes not enough. i don't know. it's funny, the nature of reflecting. as in, i remember spending days at work, working and, of course, not working, and listening to music on headphones the entire time. often i would just listen to one or two cds over and over again; they became or acted as background, yet i was still conscious of them, their content, how they made me feel as they poked in and out of my consciousness. but what exactly was this music that had such a day-long impact on me? and why would i spend the entire day listening to it? i can't always recall the former (can only look at my cd collection and guess) and can only come up with theories for the latter. i guess i'm just a little disturbed b/c i remember the feeling, but not the details. i remember the headphones pressing against my ears, and the keyboard pressing up on my fingertips, whether a wind was coming in the window, whether i was cold. and vague feelings of happiness, emptiness, tiredness. i suppose it's the difference between sensations, and memories of them, and, well, not-sensations, those things that don't impress primarily on the body but instead impress more strongly on the intellect. i think that these things can get too easily lost. the intellect being such an unmappable place. object? subject? both? neither?! agh. ah... so, to sum up: i have been feeling cold. and i have been thinking too much. i quite like the new future bible heroes cd. only stephin merritt could make a song about vampires dancable... but right now i'm listening to charm of the highway strip. and i've been listening to it for hours for some reason/another/no reason at all. phenomenologically yours, robyn p.s. sinister, i heart you so bad. also, i saw the raddest patterned tights in a really expensive department store. they were *modernist*, i tell you. alas, i am post-post-modern. and so is my poverty. ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden at yahoo.com Montreal, QC __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? U2 on LAUNCH - Exclusive greatest hits videos http://launch.yahoo.com/u2 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From s4011110 at xxx.au Sun Nov 10 06:45:06 2002 From: s4011110 at xxx.au (Mr Nicholas Litzow) Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2002 16:45:06 +1000 Subject: Sinister: the important first step Message-ID: <243690244125.244125243690@trinity.cc.uq.edu.au> Hi sinister people, I've been coaxed into making a first post, quite possibly inspired by new newfound knowledge that i'm not the only brisbane person on the list (hey steven). Its all a bit scary - all these established fans with their bittersweet stories, their in-jokes and their seemless integration of belle and sebastian quotes into everyday language. (Who'd ever have thought belle and sebastian fans could be intimidating?) Well my name's nick, i'm 19 and i'm from brisbane australia. Its exciting that there are more brisbane people out there, feel free to send me messages if you like. My musical life changed forever a few months ago when someone from uni unwittingly gave me The Boy With The Arab Strap and Belle and Sebastian turned from being one of those bands that "i've always been meaning to get into" to one which i most certainly was. A number of albumns later and i'm attempting to convert everyone.. the Boy remains my number one, though. On another bris-related note, is anyone out there going to see the gorgeous augie march next thursday? Strange bird soothes (addle brains), excites (train) and amazes (drowning dream) me and i'm looking forward to it intensely. Any other augie fans? Finally, I'm going to be going to San Fransisco in December and I was wondering if there was anyone from there (with similar music tastes) who could maybe fill me in on some of the venues or give me any helpful internet sites.. Thanks beautiful people! (that wasn't so hard) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sun Nov 10 13:55:55 2002 From: pykachu100 at xxx.com (Kenneth P Y Chu) Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2002 13:55:55 +0000 Subject: Sinister: This is just a post-modern rock song Message-ID: Playing darts is fun. I bought myself a dartboard the other day and played darts for ages and I was playing so well the dartboard fell down and so I can't play darts anymore until I fix it. On a hungover sunday morning the best thing to do is to sit down and listen to music and eat greasy hungover curing breakfast, I am doing two of the three things because I have no food to make breakfast with. I need to go and buy some food but no idea what to get. Since I got so bored being not able to play darts I started writing postmodern literature, it's quite a task without actually knowing what postmodern literature is, so I just wrong pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages. The most favourite food of mine is probably eggs, so tasty. And you can do so much with it, there are these adverts in the UK TV in which they give you loads of easy recipes for eggs and at the end the slogan was "Eggs - fast food and good for you" and they're right. For some reason my flatmate hates eggs though and thinks that I'm a freak for eating so many eggs. You'd think they'd think I'm a freak for other reasons... My postmodern novel ended up as pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages consisting of words that always drive me to sleep. I am guessing that that makes it a piece of postmodern literature. Because I remember listening to some bands at ATP who I was told were "postmodern rock bands", and they drove me to sleep. I needed to research some more. Oh I'm really missing my dartboard, well, not missing, because it's right here lying by the wall like a spare wheel in a mechanic's garage. I need to get some of those screw holding things that help secure a screw to a wall. Or else I'll have to think of alternative entertainment. Disorientation apparently is often a prominent feature in postmodern literature, like, the author would try and confuse the reader and often the reader won't be able to understand the text in one go and will have to go back and read things again. Eastenders is on in a bit at least, but Trevor's dead now and that Irish bloke, too, Little Mo is getting annoying now, there's only so much of that sulking look I can take, actually if it came from girls not 15 years my senior it would be fine. Eastenders need to get some good looking actors and actresses. And why aren't there Shoreditch tossers in Eastenders? Really doesn't sound fun to me this postmodernism malarky. Give me THE SUN everyday. Actually the sun would be a bloody nice change with this crappy weather at the moment. Nachos. I've decided, with salsa and eggs, and red bull. Ken _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sun Nov 10 17:45:42 2002 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2002 17:45:42 +0000 Subject: Sinister: guest djs!!! In-Reply-To: Message-ID: Hello! Well, it's taken forever to sort out but I can finally announce the guest DJs for the last two How Does It Feel To Be Loved? nights of the year. This month, on the 21st, our guest is The Legend!, who recorded the very first single on Creation, and next month, on the 19th of December, our guests are Traceyanne Campbell and Stuart Murdoch. I'm very excited about both of these nights. Only a week and a bit to go until the next one! Full details, as ever, are: How Does It Feel To Be Loved? is at the Buffalo Bars, underneath Famous Cock Tavern, outside Highbury & Islington tube, London, 9pm-2am, £3 in. The playlist is: The Smiths * The Supremes * The Go-Betweens * Dusty Springfield * Belle & Sebastian * Tammi Terrell * Aztec Camera * The Ronettes * Orange Juice * Beach Boys * The Temptations * Velvet Underground * Felt * The Shangri-Las * Primal Scream * Otis Redding * The Field Mice * The Stone Roses * Dexys Midnight Runners * The Four Tops * Dolly Parton * The Orchids Our website is at http://www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk Now seems like a good time to start the guest list contest for the November night, so to win one of ten places on the guest list, simply complete this phrase: "I should get in for free because..." See you on the 21st! x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From neil_grayshon at xxx.com Sun Nov 10 18:57:53 2002 From: neil_grayshon at xxx.com (The Voice Inside Your Head) Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2002 10:57:53 -0800 (PST) Subject: No subject Message-ID: <20021110185753.85204.qmail@web10207.mail.yahoo.com> hello i know this might sound like pointless smug braggery, but this week i got a little letter from stevie, signed stevie(the guitarist) it was very cute and warmed the cockles of my soul that such a busy chap could take the time out to reply to me and such a nice reply too i'm wittering now so i'll go away 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 lleweth at xxx.com Sun Nov 10 20:42:32 2002 From: lleweth at xxx.com (Laura Llew) Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2002 20:42:32 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Sinister Christmas Present Exchange! Message-ID: Miss Maddie Minx* murmured something to the effect of: "Sending viruses to people isn't a nice thing to do? I'd better revise my Christmas list then." On that note, I hereby commence the third* annual Sinister Christmas Present Exchange! Here's how it works: You send me an e-mail to Lleweth at hotmail.com with your: * Name * Full Address * The number of presents you would like to send out (since it will correspond with the presents you will receive) and * Whether you have a preference of sending to someone inside your country or not as foreign mailing can get right pricey and I have great respect for you cheap bastards out there. If geography makes no difference, then there's no need to mention anything. After everyone who is interested has had a chance to reply - all your names written on individual scraps of paper, a sedated gray cloche, and I shall all play Chuck Woolery and match everyone up with a partner. Your day shall be brightened with the sparkling correspondence from me telling you who that lucky sinister kid you're giving to is at which point you should then whip out the crazy glue, pipe cleaners, and your pet ferret to devise a Christmas present that should wow anyone. 1. This is just for those who wish to participate. It is by no means required nor are there any requirements - meaning you can still be in the nursery or be embittered and wasting in ILE all the time and have just in a moment of nostalgia and dementia tainted haze have wandered back to your ole' stomping ground. 2. In the words of the Greek chic who set this shindig up a few years ago - "This is not restricted to just people that celebrate Christmas. It just happens to help the spirit of exchanging presents so other people that don't celebrate Christmas are very welcome!" Well, it was in those words except for less capitalized, a flagrant disregard for grammar, and way too many exclamation points than I can use without getting nauseous. Oh and the Greek cheek is Joanna and she rules even if she thinks it's ok to deny our list with her posts. 3. It's really up to you as to what kind of gift you give - as it can be anything from something you made to a mix to your favorite book (guess who will be getting a copy of The Basic Eight, baby!) to a chocolate covered boy (though I would like notification if you plan to give away the latter.) As long as it adheres to the postal code and doesn't involve bodily fluids, I think we'll all be happy - especially the lucky llew who gets the chocolate covered boy. 4. I would like to make a request only to sign up if you intend in actually participating because really my shoulder isn't made for people crying on it because they didn't receive anything even though they sent out a matching set of hello kitty mittens and mufflers. I can't even stress how much I actually sincerely mean that. If you think there's a chance that you might get too involved in exams, work, seducing the neighborhood mall's santa, or family to participate, please don't. We still love you. In fact, we'll love you more if you don't sign up for this when there's that possibility. I know from last year's experience that people get really sad when nothing comes there way after they've put alot into a gift. You really don't want to be responsible for the surprise instantaneous disappearance of a whole pound of chocolate, do you? I mean unless you're a cute boy and it's being used to coat yourself that is. If you have any questions or need to get rid of a large sum of money quickly, please feel free to contact me. yours, Laura *This is the same Miss Maddie Minx who once declared that her goal in her educational pursuits was to slip a lyric from a song by The Smiths into one of her college papers. However, when I suggested that she use the line of, "I want to live and I want to love. I want to catch something I might be ashamed of" in her paper on who she'd rather sleep with Sylvia Plath or Virginia Woolf (by the lyrics you can obviously see she chose Plath) I was only laughed at. Oh, one day my sagacity shall be fully respected indeed! ** It might have been going on longer than that but I just chose a number to make it sound more official. _________________________________________________________________ Help STOP SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Nov 11 10:54:17 2002 From: terryunderwear at xxx.com (terry underwear) Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 17:54:17 +0700 Subject: Sinister: Waltzing Ma~ Message-ID: *at the end of this post the whereabouts of Australian listee's is revealed. But please, for your own good, read this warning about the cult of ~ first* sinister, i can no longer stand by and watch as the evil ~ once again rears its ugly head. The ~ is pure evil I tell you, pure evil! It has to tried to win your trust by pretending to be sarcasm, but it has built its power and is about to unleash itself on the world. Banjo Patterson was the first to warn of the ~, when he wrote about the effect it had on a swagman. Go here: (note the effort people go to to hide the secret of the ~, with this site requiring a mind bending puzzle to be solved before you can proceed. After hours of algorithms and standing on my head the solution came to me. To proceed, you must click "Proceed"! Ingenious!) http://www.uq.edu.au/~mlwham/banjo/waltzing_matilda.html I have no doubt that when Banjo first penned the poem he wrote Waltzing Ma~, but then probably realised that computers hadn't been invented yet so whited ~ out and wrote tilde instead. Note how Banjo hints at the evil of the ~, with the swagman becoming jolly in its presence. Then it causes the swagman to try and shove a sheep into his bag (if that isn't strange behaviour then i don't know what is!), and ultimately end his own life so he wouldn't have to give up the ~. Banjo was a clever man though, and chose to white out "tilde" and write "tilda" in its place, to hide the evil secret of the ~ forever. He underestimated the power of the ~ though, and it is back. Let this be a warning to you all. Don't be fooled by false prophets brothers and sisters. The ~ may appear to be all nice and "jolly-making", but before you know it you'll be stealing sheep to feed the ~ habit. Then, when people realise the influence ~ had had on your life and try to help you, you will run from them, choosing to end your own life rather than give up the ~. terry Australian Listee's There is at least: 6 in Perth (Kin, Jim, Jeremy, Terry, Helen, Michael) 4 in Brisbane (Steven, Grant, Nicholas, Alex) 3 in Melboure (David, Sophia, Neil) 1 in Adelaide (Nathan) 1 in Sydney (Chris) 1 in London (Marianna, ex-Perth) 1 in Glasgow (Katrina, ex-Perth) And there is Lawrence in NZ too. Thanks to Katrina, David, Steven and Sophia for their help. I'm terribly sorry if I've forgotten anyone. If anyone wants to get in contact with people in their area I could possibly help. __________________________________________________________ Outgrown your current e-mail service? 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WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Mon Nov 11 12:52:01 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 12:52:01 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Insh'Allah to you too! Message-ID: <20021111125201.16716.qmail@web10410.mail.yahoo.com> Hi hi! A morning of HOUSEWORK reminds me of my free-postin' days earlier in the year, when unemployment was still fun and a spotless house a worthwhile way to spend my days. Today I have hoovered the landing and stairs! and washed the sink! And removed a scary amount of extrememly long hairs from my Dyson's rotating brush. Which was less unpleasant than it sounds. I also tidied my room, without finding my missing burgundy-and-charcoal sock. It's my favourite sock! Along with its twin, of course. I've started having seriously irritating computer problems, all the more irritating cos I have no idea what's going wrong. When I go online, my PC decides to refuse to collect anything from the interweb for long periods. It'll then start working fine, from 10 seconds to 5 minutes, then radio silence will return. Aaargh! I also do my job from home via the internet - I can't have it malfunctioning for even 30 seconds as I ned to be in full connection all the time. Can anyone suggest what might be wrong? Please email me off-list if you can. I went to America a couple of weeks ago. It was great! I may even get around to writing about it at http://www.joannou.net/biondino at some point... 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 C.B.Stride at xxx.uk Mon Nov 11 15:50:12 2002 From: C.B.Stride at xxx.uk (Dr C Stride) Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 15:50:12 -0000 Subject: Sinister: Offbeat B&S Special, Sheffield UK, 22/11/02 Message-ID: <3DCFD1B3.17177.131635E@localhost> ** Offbeat ** Sheffield's Real Indie Night presents... a night of Belle and Sebastian playing the usual Offbeat mix of classic indie, punk-pop, C86 and new indiepop underground plus loads of Belle and Sebastian tracks... Friday 22nd November, 2002 from 9pm to 1am @ The Raynor Lounge, Sheffield University Students Union Admission £3.00 Free Lollipops, stickers, plus a Belle and Sebastian quiz; prize includes a real Dog-on-Wheels plus a 'Dog on Wheels' CD, both signed by Stuart Murdoch. For a poster / flyer for the night, check out http://www.shef.ac.uk/~offbeat/scan/opos67.gif For the playlist from our last Belle and Sebastian Special check out http://www.shef.ac.uk/~offbeat/frames/pl231101.htm * VERY IMPORTANT - 1 * We do not do advance tickets - it is first-come first-served on the door on the night. Arrive early to avoid disappointment - the venue has a small capacity and we are expecting lots of people. So to be sure of getting in, turn up before the doors open at 9pm! * VERY IMPORTANT - 2 * If you a non-student, also see http://www.shef.ac.uk/~offbeat/frames/wherefra.htm for directions and admission details, or email me. For more info' on Offbeat such as other dates, past playlists, reviews, etc, check out http://www.offbeatsheffield.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 charismarisa at xxx.com Mon Nov 11 22:39:55 2002 From: charismarisa at xxx.com (marisa stroud) Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 17:39:55 -0500 Subject: Sinister: one of those days Message-ID: Do you ever have those days when something happens and all of a sudden, huge chunks of life make sense? Not the "ooohhh...so HE shot JR!" kind of things, but *BAM!* the universe realigns itself and everything becomes clearer. Like putting on 3D glasses for the first time and making sense of the blue-and-red lines that kind of looked like something, but now it POPS UP at you and SHOWS YOU THE WORLD! That kind of happened to me today. And it had to do with you, in a roundabout way. So I thought I'd share it, and reveal my secret. Here goes ... *deep breath* ... Until today, I didn't know what Chickfactor was. Beyond the Belle & Sebastian song, that is. I idly read the references to the Chickfactor Balls. "Ooh, a ball!" I thought. "I like balls!" *no I don't. they make me wear pinchy shoes and I have an awful time because my feet hurt and I whinge a lot* "Oh, it's in London/New York/Not right down the street from me. I guess I won't go." *end of active interest in matter. am new poster. don't know about cool things that old sinnies do. aspire to find out one day, but as for right now...ooh, shiny thing!!! attention distracted* So I never bothered to find out it was. I figured it was something I'd figure out in time, et si non, tant pis. *been watching too much Amelie* Then I picked up the Toronto Star. It was free on campus. It was just after 11 am, so I intended to read something meaningful about Remembrance Day. But of course I ended up reading a sidebar about pop music. And that's when I realized the sidebar was about the Chickfactor Ball in New York. And that's when I realized what the song was about. "Pretty girl says 'Hi... What's the worst job you've had? What do you read? What's driving you mad?'" Call me Archimedes. But epiphanies, no matter how many people have already discovered them, are the coolest things ever. Don't you think? In other news, November would be a lot more pleasant if it would stop raining the kind of rain that sneaks under my hood to get me right in the face. And if October hadn't stripped all the trees bare before they even had a chance to turn colours. I spent all last fall in Glasgow lamenting the fact that I was missing all the glorious red and green and gold, and this year the stupid leaves either went straight to brown or were blown off the branch before they even had a chance to sneeze. Stupid autumn. Didn't it know I was home?? Anyway. If I was a character in a B&S song, I'd want to be the mayfly. Then I wouldn't have to decide what the ~ I'm going to do next year, cause I'd be dead. And mayflies don't have much time to sin, so I'd be going to the big streetlamp in the sky...sweet. But then I'd never go to a Chickfactor Ball. But I prolly wouldn't care anyway. I mean, dude, I'm a bug. marisa. _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From heartxdan at xxx.com Tue Nov 12 02:04:08 2002 From: heartxdan at xxx.com (elizabeth trawick) Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 18:04:08 -0800 Subject: Sinister: The Shortest Novel in the World Message-ID: Hullo Sinisters! Ah, this is my first post. Does it feel like it? It certainly does to me. I don't wish to bore you, so I'm not going to ramble on (at least I'm going to try not to). Yes, to the post! When I first heard of Belle and Sebastian, I was dating a very tall boy named Chris. He was absolutely infatuated with them as far as I could tell. Myself? I listened to the likes of Tool, A Perfect Circle, and Nine Inch Nails. Though Belle and Sebastian were far from my taste, I still tried them out. I'm not sure if this is horrible, but I downloaded a few songs. Included were: This is Just a Modern Rock Song (one of Chris' favourites, the first he suggested), Is It Wicked Not to Care, and Don't Leave the Light on Baby. Of course, being the "hard fucking rock" fan I was, I didn't like them. Oh my, were they much too girly for me! I thought the lead singer (oh, Stuart, bless you!) had a nice voice, though Isobel, I respectfully called 'the other' at that time, was not so pleasant but rather annoying. Yes, this was coming from the mind of someone who thought Maynard James Keenan had the prettiest voice in the world. It's been a year or so since then, and Chris and I have stopped dating. That was very short-lived, as was my listening to the few Belle and Sebastian songs I had on my winamp playlist. Just a few months ago, though, I started dating another boy. By this time I was listening to 'emo' bands such as Saves the Day, Jimmy Eat World, and the occasional Tool I was still interested in. Him? He was absolutely in love with The Clash and Belle and Sebastian. After a while of being in his car and listening to nothing but Belle and Sebastian, The Apples in Stereo and Beulah, I began to actually like these bands. Oh, the wonders of Stuart's voice and Isobel's cello and... oh, I could go on for ages like this, so I'll stop. Now, look at me. I'm a Sinister! My Tool and Saves the Day cds have been thrown under my bed somewhere and my car is filled with cds by Beulah, Belle and Sebastian, The Smiths, and Pulp (oh, is it wrong for me to want to kiss a man twice as old as I?). Oh goodness me, I'm giddy just thinking about "Me and the Major"! I think this is turning into a novel, so I'll stop now. To be honest, I think this post is my way of thanking Belle and Sebastian for brightening my cd collection. xoxo, -Elizabeth _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Nov 12 07:39:56 2002 From: mark.hester at xxx.com (Mark Hester) Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 07:39:56 0 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Have you ever been to a Harvester before? Message-ID: <20021112073958.27225.h015.c000.wm@mail.nme.com.criticalpath.net> ....as a matter of fact, I haven't, and the fact that I haven't was contributive to me gaining a rather high score on an "How Much of a Snob Are You?" on the modern interweb some time ago. Now, Beefeaters, they're different. I've been to plenty of those. In fact, when I move offices in a couple of months' time the nearest thing approximating a pub will in fact be a Beefeater called the Longwall. A couple of weeks back we all headed down to the new building to see what it's like. Seriously odd is the answer. Whereas our current place has a pond, the new one has a Water Feature, which is no good for fish as it consists of a very, very shallow sheet of water moving over a metal plateau. With coloured lights. The new office also takes open plan to new heights (or depths) as there are NO DIVIDES AT ALL, not even between the restaurant and the reception area, which'll be, erm, *interesting* when there's fish on Fridays. All the references to Harvesters in the archives are about combine harvesters, unfortunately.... Anyway, those of you who've heard the new St Etienne offering "Finisterre" will recognise the line at the top from Michael Jayston's spoken parts, which he utters with such gravitas that they seem of the utmost import. I had no idea who Jayston was, so I went a-googling, natch, and discovered that he was a "character actor" who'd been in loads of stuff without actually being the real star. Donnie Darko has real stars - Drew Barrymore and Patrick Swayze. It's a really great film and v. funny in places - go see it. There's a bunch of kids in Oxford right now called Trademark who look like the Cuban Boys, play eightiesish synth-pop (a bit like Nemo) and fill the gaping hole left by the (presumably) defunct Holy Roman Empire in the wackiness stakes. They even gave a physics lecture in the middle of their set last night, to precursor their song "Sine Love". Stuart Djing at TIHIFTBL? Yay! Mark. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname at nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Nov 12 07:39:58 2002 From: mark.hester at xxx.com (Mark Hester) Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 07:39:58 0 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Have you ever been to a Harvester before? Message-ID: <20021112074000.28352.h015.c000.wm@mail.nme.com.criticalpath.net> ....as a matter of fact, I haven't, and the fact that I haven't was contributive to me gaining a rather high score on an "How Much of a Snob Are You?" on the modern interweb some time ago. Now, Beefeaters, they're different. I've been to plenty of those. In fact, when I move offices in a couple of months' time the nearest thing approximating a pub will in fact be a Beefeater called the Longwall. A couple of weeks back we all headed down to the new building to see what it's like. Seriously odd is the answer. Whereas our current place has a pond, the new one has a Water Feature, which is no good for fish as it consists of a very, very shallow sheet of water moving over a metal plateau. With coloured lights. The new office also takes open plan to new heights (or depths) as there are NO DIVIDES AT ALL, not even between the restaurant and the reception area, which'll be, erm, *interesting* when there's fish on Fridays. All the references to Harvesters in the archives are about combine harvesters, unfortunately.... Anyway, those of you who've heard the new St Etienne offering "Finisterre" will recognise the line at the top from Michael Jayston's spoken parts, which he utters with such gravitas that they seem of the utmost import. I had no idea who Jayston was, so I went a-googling, natch, and discovered that he was a "character actor" who'd been in loads of stuff without actually being the real star. Donnie Darko has real stars - Drew Barrymore and Patrick Swayze. It's a really great film and v. funny in places - go see it. There's a bunch of kids in Oxford right now called Trademark who look like the Cuban Boys, play eightiesish synth-pop (a bit like Nemo) and fill the gaping hole left by the (presumably) defunct Holy Roman Empire in the wackiness stakes. They even gave a physics lecture in the middle of their set last night, to precursor their song "Sine Love". Stuart Djing at TIHIFTBL? Yay! Mark. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname at nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From helen at xxx.com Tue Nov 12 15:44:00 2002 From: helen at xxx.com (Helen) Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 15:44:00 Subject: Sinister: I can see my heart beating as one (OR perth, picnic, vancouver action) Message-ID: <200211120743.HAA03805@missprint.org> Hello I thought that now, what with all the talk of the Antipodes, was a good time to post again and get in on the action before it becomes passe. I also take this opportunity to claim the Australian capital of Sinister for Perth, and remark that for a place so small and isolated we have done fairly well, even exporting our kind to various other parts, where they do strange things with rain, and have jobs with certain bands (although, when there’s rain I personally like to enact the seminal scene from ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ and pretend to be Gene Kelly.) *** BRIEF PUBLIC ANNOUCEMENT*** Speaking of exports, I shall soon be joining the ranks and armed only with the knowledge of Canada that comes from episodes of Degrassi (Junior) HIIIIIIIGH I shall be making my way to VANCOUVER for some months soonish. Yes Kids, if you live in VANCOUVER or know anything about it, or even have visited it in your dreams, you can contact me and tell me about it. I reward nice people by buying them alcohol. Things to do before I go: * watch more episodes of Degrassi so I am down with the lingo * practice calling pieces of currency comical names * Go to a PERTH PICNIC. That’s right picnickers – its all on in Perth. The plan so far is to have it on the 30th of November, so that should be plenty of time for you all to re-organise your busy social calendars (even though I KNOW that nearly half of you are unemployed). It can be a farewell before the population of Perth sinister once again becomes decimated, cause you know, its Perth, all the hipsters leave – It’s THE LAW.* New people are always welcome (and I know that you exist because a girl in my class told me about YOU). Details are sketchy but we thought we could go to Kings Park, mainly because Terry only has to walk down the road and he’s a lazy sod. We may organise food and tremendously over-cater like last time, so best to email me. Although if you bring alcohol to share no one will mind if you don’t bring any food. *****RAMBLE***** I have spent a lot of time recently photocopying pages and pages of a record of my heartbeat. I’m not quite sure what I shall do with them, but perhaps I will wallpaper my room. At any case I am surely keeping it for posterity. You see, I had to have some tests on my ticker and the doctor said ‘here’s the monitor for 24 hours, do what you normally do’. So I decided that normally on this night (few months ago) I would have gone to see the Lucksmiths who were playing, so I took the monitor along as it was easily concealable – although I did fool some people into thinking I was bootlegging when I flashed it around. That’s because it looked like a tape deck, because that’s all the high tech machinery I DID have on me. They were, in fact, recording my heart beat for medical purposes onto a cassette. I shot a quizzical look at the nurse when she produced it and hooked me up. Apparently medical science hasn’t kept up with the massive developments in recording technology as well as the music industry. Anyhow, now I have a record of my heart at a Lucksmith’s gig. Its great. I wish I kept a better record of the night though, (like: ‘8.10 The Luckie’s told joke about flying in and how their arms were tired’) but I am pretty sure I can see the way my heart fluttered when Marty walked past and I poured over it today and noted ‘oooh, that must have been when they played Frisbee’. Except they didn’t play Frisbee, I remember that now, because I remember being annoyed. Speaking of ‘What Bird is that’ I had a copy of this out the other day checking out the birds. Here, however, I am talking about the book, not the album, and birds of the feathered kind which have nested in our tree. The little one’s have hatched now, you can just see their heads. I plan on making myself wings and joining in on their flying lessons. But the best thing is watching their mother attack everything that comes close, and these tiny birds take on the big magpies with tremendous courage. Go team! Segueing like a maniac, Helen * When I say this is THE LAW I mean it. I got an odd phone call at first in the middle of the night, tipping me off, and sure enough I got my first hipster caution the other day. The incredibly hipster policeman (cause if you can’t beat them ) told me that this town wasn’t hip enough for the both of us. Apparantly they had a tip off. So I packed my bags to hot tail it out of here. Although I did wonder if they had made some mistake. It turns out that they had, and I got a very apologetic phone call from a hipster secretary, who expressed ‘deep regret’ at their mistake, and informed me that happily they had re-checked their sources and found I only met two of the ten hip criterion, so I was allowed to stay. But hell, I had already booked my ticket +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From helen at xxx.com Tue Nov 12 15:43:41 2002 From: helen at xxx.com (Helen) Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 15:43:41 Subject: Sinister: I can see my heart beating as one (OR perth, picnic, vancouver action) Message-ID: <200211120743.HAA03734@missprint.org> Hello I thought that now, what with all the talk of the Antipodes, was a good time to post again and get in on the action before it becomes passe. I also take this opportunity to claim the Australian capital of Sinister for Perth, and remark that for a place so small and isolated we have done fairly well, even exporting our kind to various other parts, where they do strange things with rain, and have jobs with certain bands (although, when there’s rain I personally like to enact the seminal scene from ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ and pretend to be Gene Kelly.) *** BRIEF PUBLIC ANNOUCEMENT*** Speaking of exports, I shall soon be joining the ranks and armed only with the knowledge of Canada that comes from episodes of Degrassi (Junior) HIIIIIIIGH I shall be making my way to VANCOUVER for some months soonish. Yes Kids, if you live in VANCOUVER or know anything about it, or even have visited it in your dreams, you can contact me and tell me about it. I reward nice people by buying them alcohol. Things to do before I go: * watch more episodes of Degrassi so I am down with the lingo * practice calling pieces of currency comical names * Go to a PERTH PICNIC. That’s right picnickers – its all on in Perth. The plan so far is to have it on the 30th of November, so that should be plenty of time for you all to re-organise your busy social calendars (even though I KNOW that nearly half of you are unemployed). It can be a farewell before the population of Perth sinister once again becomes decimated, cause you know, its Perth, all the hipsters leave – It’s THE LAW.* New people are always welcome (and I know that you exist because a girl in my class told me about YOU). Details are sketchy but we thought we could go to Kings Park, mainly because Terry only has to walk down the road and he’s a lazy sod. We may organise food and tremendously over-cater like last time, so best to email me. Although if you bring alcohol to share no one will mind if you don’t bring any food. *****RAMBLE***** I have spent a lot of time recently photocopying pages and pages of a record of my heartbeat. I’m not quite sure what I shall do with them, but perhaps I will wallpaper my room. At any case I am surely keeping it for posterity. You see, I had to have some tests on my ticker and the doctor said ‘here’s the monitor for 24 hours, do what you normally do’. So I decided that normally on this night (few months ago) I would have gone to see the Lucksmiths who were playing, so I took the monitor along as it was easily concealable – although I did fool some people into thinking I was bootlegging when I flashed it around. That’s because it looked like a tape deck, because that’s all the high tech machinery I DID have on me. They were, in fact, recording my heart beat for medical purposes onto a cassette. I shot a quizzical look at the nurse when she produced it and hooked me up. Apparently medical science hasn’t kept up with the massive developments in recording technology as well as the music industry. Anyhow, now I have a record of my heart at a Lucksmith’s gig. Its great. I wish I kept a better record of the night though, (like: ‘8.10 The Luckie’s told joke about flying in and how their arms were tired’) but I am pretty sure I can see the way my heart fluttered when Marty walked past and I poured over it today and noted ‘oooh, that must have been when they played Frisbee’. Except they didn’t play Frisbee, I remember that now, because I remember being annoyed. Speaking of ‘What Bird is that’ I had a copy of this out the other day checking out the birds. Here, however, I am talking about the book, not the album, and birds of the feathered kind which have nested in our tree. The little one’s have hatched now, you can just see their heads. I plan on making myself wings and joining in on their flying lessons. But the best thing is watching their mother attack everything that comes close, and these tiny birds take on the big magpies with tremendous courage. Go team! Segueing like a maniac, Helen * When I say this is THE LAW I mean it. I got an odd phone call at first in the middle of the night, tipping me off, and sure enough I got my first hipster caution the other day. The incredibly hipster policeman (cause if you can’t beat them ) told me that this town wasn’t hip enough for the both of us. Apparently they had a tip off. So I packed my bags to hot tail it out of here. Although I did wonder if they had made some mistake. It turns out that they had, and I got a very apologetic phone call from a hipster secretary, who expressed ‘deep regret’ at their mistake, and informed me that happily they had re-checked their sources and found I only met two of the ten hip criterion, so I was allowed to stay. But hell, I had already booked my ticket +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Nov 12 13:54:33 2002 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 13:54:33 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Dialogue: Crass wank (BOWLING INFO UPDATE 3:30pm SUNDAY) Message-ID: On Blind Date (which is apparently like "The Dating Game" in America) the other night there was a round where the girl has to pick a boy out of three boys by asking questions, yes, which is what happens every week, but, this time the three boys were EXACTLY the same, like EXACTLY, like, so EXACTLY that they can't even be twins, there are three of them for a start. Two boys were wearing the same blue shirt and black trousers and one other boy was wearing a red version of that same shirt and black trousers. The girl picked the one in red shirt at the end. Note to self: Wear red shirts. Speaking of blind, there is a little park next to my place of work, which I always thought was quite pretty despite being bit run down, but I've never really discovered the true inner beauty of it until yesterday on my way to work, I was greeting by a man with the most radical pair of trousers - they were flesh coloured - wait, no, he just had no trousers on, hang about, if he wasn't wearing trousers why was he checking if his flyers were undone? NO! he was playing his human flute! In public, one hand on hip and the other hand letting it rip. Exactly what I needed to see on a Monday Morning on my way to work, exactly what everyone need to read about on a Tuesday Afternoon. Note to self: Don't wear flesh coloured pants Speaking of intricate fingerwork, did you know that we're all going BOWLING this SUNDAY? @ Finsbury Park, Rowens Entertainment/Bowling centre. I'd just remembered how early 2pm is, so NOW it's at 3:30pm! This gives people chance to come on time despite being hungover. Ok? So bowling: 1) This sunday 17 Nov 2) 3:30pm 3) at Rowens Entertainment, Stroud Green Road, Finsbury Park I've even got a map thing here http://www.multimap.com/map/browse.cgi?addr1=Everton+Forbes+(W+I+O+N+O)+Trav els+Ltd,+11&addr2=Stroud+Green+Road&addr3=London&pc=N4++2DQ&client=public&gr ide=531385&gridn=186837&scale=10000 I've already got quite a few confirmed attendances and mostly of girls (woohoo!), so we need more boys - wait what am I talking about... more girls yeah! And invite your friends etc. to come bowling! Email me if you have probs or want my phone number for chatting me up with. Note to self: Wear bowling shoes. Hark Hester said: >>.. Anyway, those of you who've heard the new St Etienne offering "Finisterre" will recognise the line...<< I think Finsiterre is a bit freaky. Note to self: The flow of this email is wearing thin, stop. Note to self: The end. Ken Note to self: Thank fuck for that. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From antipopconsortium at xxx.com Tue Nov 12 21:11:29 2002 From: antipopconsortium at xxx.com (Kieran Devaney) Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 21:11:29 +0000 Subject: Sinister: RSC Message-ID: Dear Sinister, You might remember a few posts ago (ok probably not) where I mentioned having not sent a thing I wrote about a pub in Birmingham. Well, in a fit of 'I should really be doing something else' this evening I reread said thing and finished typing it up. The reason I didn't send it when I'd finished writing it, and the reason I didn't finish typing it out was that I went completely off it, and the thing is, I'm not sure if I like it all that much now either. But nonetheless, these ideas have been swimming round my head since this time last year and so I should probably get them out, even if it's not in a format I'm entirely comfortable with. Catharsis etc. Apologies also for the vast length of it too, it's significantly longer even than one of my average Sini posts. I'm sorry. I'm not sorry. Make of it what you will. Love, Kieran 1. The Ravenscroft Social Club doesn�t allow black people on the premises. That�s one of the rules. I vowed never to go there again after I found that out. Or at least I use that as an excuse not to go, cynical of me, but in truth I always felt an outsider there, as a member of the audience dragged onstage to become part of the act. Clubs like the Ravenscroft (I can barely getting away with calling them clubs anymore) have been so satirised, parodied and even celebrated as part of a kind of innocent cultural nadir, and it shocked me how close these knowing critiques got to the reality. Or perhaps not. It can work in reverse, the lads down the pub, quoting Enfield�s �lads down the pub� sketch, which quotes the lads down the pub. It was all too much for me. Of course all this came later. The first time I went there was for an amateur pantomime, Aladdin. My brother and I were unimpressed. The room was smokier than we were used to, and smelt of stale beer, we weren�t used to that either. I wont pretend I remember more than that. 2. Clubs like the Ravenscroft are on the wane, a bit of a joke, a dark, cluttered anachronism. Outside, the paint is flaking off in big, dusty chunks, illuminated by orange security lights. The equally dusty windows are barred with rusty cages, the walls crowned with rolls and rolls of barbed wire, far too much. As if they had bought a whole job lot of barbed wire, without quite knowing how much was actually for sale. 3. They don�t let Asian people in either; I�ve been assured of that. It�s sort of funny, because the Ravenscroft is now in a predominantly Asian area; all tight little roads crammed with council houses. A front door that steps right onto the pavement. My Gran lives there too; she�s one of the Ravenscroft�s regulars. She�s finally buying her house from the council, an investment! Of course all this came later, people like my Gran were the mainstay of the local populace when the Ravenscroft opened and made its rules; her and my granddad. I don�t know if those rules have ever been challenged or brought into question, �But no black people would ever want to go there.� Said my mum, who hates the place. She didn�t come along to the pantomime. �True, true,� I thought at the time, but it isn�t any excuse. That rule is one of the most wrong things I�ve ever encountered. And yet� and yet it doesn�t seem to matter, the place is falling apart, going bust, only propped up by an ever shortening cast of regulars. It�ll be gone soon, perhaps they all will. An odd little footnote, a quirk. 4. I don�t remember my granddad much. He had a stroke when I was only small and lived spent after that. Remember the clips about carers they would show on Comic Relief, the ones they�d keep repeating when all you really wanted was more Lenny Henry? Well that was my Gran for a few years. When we used to visit them he would sit there on a threadbare brown settee, watching old westerns on channel four. Always old westerns and always channel four. Did he have them on tape? I don�t ever recall seeing one on TV at home. We used to sit behind him, on his bed (because he couldn�t get upstairs) and my dad and Gran would talk about their extended family. My dad is an only child, but he has hundreds of cousins, and my mum has an elder sister who never had children. As a result I have neither cousins nor uncles, but a wealth of second cousins, and great aunts and uncles, most of whom I�ve never met, but those are the people my Gran and my dad would talk about. On the walls (though it has been changed now) was wood-effect wallpaper. Wood effect wallpaper! And on the wall behind where we would sit was one of those paintings so hilariously featured on recent nostalgia shows, a girl in a blue dress standing, forlorn, crying against a because her dog (also pictured) had broken a vase. By the TV he used to watch was a big jar full of five pence pieces. For us. They were the old style coins, the bigger ones, a whole dusty jar full. Useless. 5. He looks a bit like Samuel Beckett in the photographs I�ve seen. The same darkness and light in the eyes, same sharp point of flicked back grey hair. The same look, past the camera and at the photographer. He was Irish too, all my grandparents were. The only thing I can ever remember him saying was when he and my Gran visited out house, I must have been very small and he said: �Don�t push your luck,� to me. Very Beckett. Of course all this came later. At the time he didn�t look like anyone, wasn�t like anyone. In my Gran�s front room � the one she never used (and still doesn�t, to my knowledge), was a dresser full of his trophies, for darts and snooker. My brother and I always liked them. They were the plastic type, mostly, with thin circles of velvet on the bases that I couldn�t stand the touch of, and a little gold plastic darts or snooker player on top. Some had little holographic squares that gleamed different colours in the light as well, those were our favourites. They look tacky now, but they were great at the time. He must have liked them too, to have a whole dresser full � I don�t think they were that hard to win. 6. When he went into hospital I wouldn�t go and visit, everyone else did. �This might be the last time you ever get to see him.� My mum said, the �might� was unrealistic. I couldn�t give an answer to that, but I still didn�t go. 7. The night my other granddad died was eventful. Unable to sleep I came downstairs to the toilet (our bathroom is on the ground floor, unlike most), more for something to do than out of an actual need. The phone ringing stopped me in my tracks. At the time our phone was in the kitchen, it was one of the old style ones you had to put your finger in and turn to dial a number. Being only young at the time I barely realised that a phonecall in the early hours of the morning didn�t bode well, so I decided to let it ring until whoever it was went away. But they didn�t. After several minutes deliberation I picked it up. A woman�s voice I didn�t recognise asked for my mother in a sombre tone. Still I didn�t sense anything particularly unusual. Waking her up reminded me of Christmas morning, waking my parents up early and excited. She told me to go back to bed and I heard her do downstairs and then come back up shortly after. The light in my parents room clicked on and then off again and I heard small noises coming from inside. The next morning, my mm woke me up to tell me that granddad had died. Her dad. I cried for ages, he was the first person I�d eve lost. We were close, he only lived up the road. 8. When my granddad died, the one who�d had the stroke, it was different. He had been too distant for too long. We had all known he had gone into hospital to die. My dad was pragmatic about it, I suppose, he couldn�t be anything else � I don�t think they were ever very close. I remember my dad talking to him, loud and slow, as if deliberately copying the clich� � it can work in reverse like that. But my granddad wasn�t distracted from the western he was watching at all. Westerns! I didn�t go to the funeral either, I think only my dad did, the rest of us were at school I think. I do remember all of us (as we were then) in the car, picking up my Gran from the church, St Anne�s � my mum and dad met there for the first time at a church disco. We were taking her to a little gathering at the Ravenscroft Social Club. There was a little buffet set out when we arrived, and an empty DJ booth at the back, with one of those big light boxes that turn on big slabs of coloured light, chunky triangles or red, yellow and green, playing in a �random� sequence that a child could identify. My brother and I sneered when no one was looking, together we silently knew that we didn�t feel anything, but it would be wrong to show it. How long had it been since we were last there? I remembered the smoke in the air, though no one I could see was smoking, and the smell of alcohol, though no one had yet started drinking. Later, amid boozy condolences and recollections I, staring down at the table noticed the veneer worn away in the greyish light, and where drink had seeped in and cracked the wood underneath, long, straight splits. His drink? Doubtful. Possible. 9. The interior is much like similar places you�ve probably been to. Dark, smoke faded burgundy wallpaper, dark wood, cigarette burned seats. A few snooker tables up the front and a couple of garish fruit machines. A disco ball! A sticky dance floor in the middle, but nobody dances there anyway. A smell of cheap fags, cheap booze interwoven with everything. That�s all it is, a big room full of that. 10. You can tell when the Ravenscroft�s golden age was by the records they play � songs years old that were unfashionable when they came out, haven�t aged well. Perhaps I�m being unfair, it�s all relative. I think my real resentment of the place started that day, after the funeral I didn�t attend. Before that it was just another hazy memory with vague discomfort attached to it, along with the quad bikes on holiday and hitting my chin on the side of the swimming pool because I was so nervous about jumping in that I tried to grab hold of the side mid-jump, a lesson indeed! 11. A dichotomy seems to be emerging regarding whether or not I should hate the place or not. It certainly appeals to the sort of person that I�m not, and can�t even pretend to be (or at least I don�t think so), but you can�t condemn somewhere for that. But it seems to stand, too, for something passed, lost, a culture, an England (a clich� I know, but what else can you apply to that which is already a clich�, a stereotype? How do I go about sneering at somewhere that beats the ironists at their own game? Sincerity without being aware of the original irony is this year�s irony. But this whole parenthesis has become a bit of a non sequitur; clich� does not necessarily beget clich�, such blithely easy rhetoric obfuscates where it seeks to enlighten. But despite that, or perhaps because of it I can�t help falling back on, falling into step with familiar little groups of words. Clich�s work better in my head than anything else I can come up with. A poor reflection on the writer perhaps.), but an England which we can�t get back, not just lost, but unfindable. Which isn�t to stop people trying � even now two England flags still hang visible from neighbours upstairs window, one horizontally and one vertically (which orientation is better form?). But the Ravenscroft Social Club irks me. They both want to embody something about England, something English (please excuse the half tautology), but they fail, of course they do, the thing cotton flag is limp and weary, orange under the streetlights, they fail in a quietly drab way (that these symbols, the flag, the club, may once have said something, back in a whimsical England that dwells in the play-worn grooves of those records made by singers whose vocal inflections were called �quintessentially English. I won�t name them). But of course, how English is it to fail at that? It�s so �English� to fail at representing the English. The failure of the English flag to unite and represent the English is such an �English� failure. Ha ha ha. This is where the clich�s come in again; this is where they�re important. When we use a clich� it covers up our meaning rather than revealing it. We hold that clich�s meant something once, that�s why they�re still used, but used to no effect, now stripped of meaning and significance. So it is, I believe with the flag and with the Ravenscroft Social Club. The Club as I see it now, dingy and detached from the everyday, must be defined by its patrons who, outside, lead their own interesting lives. Inside they are stifled by the forced semblance of community, of people they�ve grown old with and stopped understanding. But they still go, presumably for the memories, for what it was and what they were. What was it like there thirty years ago, forty? Much the same I suppose. And that�s the point � it�s why there are no new regulars. But different too. What was it like at the time punk crossed into public consciousness? How did they react to race riots? To the ever increasing Asian population in the area? The context has all changed, back then their rules would have seemed terrible, surely. Keeping their doors closed while so many others were opening them. Could we perhaps admire the fact that they took a stance, however unpopular, even if we don�t admire the things they stood for? But I�m not even sure their rules needed defending. More likely seems the club, a meeting place for the white people of the area, doubtless, tucked away amongst the Asian community. And the rule seemed ok to most of the patrons, and to those (there must have been some!) to whom it caused some discomfort, the situation where questioning it would have seemed appropriate, never arose, or the presence of friends outweighed that unsettling urge. Anything for a quiet life. It�s easy to forget that not everyone is troubled in troubled times. 12. On the way downstairs I noticed three spots of dirt on the white flock wallpaper. Roughly circular in shape and quite well defined spots of brownish grey, muted against the raised surfaces of the wallpaper. The dirt had accumulated from constant hands brushing against the white, a place to steady oneself before turning down the narrow staircase. Two near the top and one at the bottom. 13. The third time I went there was the worst, and last, incidentally. Of course, I didn�t know at the time. It was telling my mum about that third visit that prompted her to tell me the rule about black and Asian people not being allowed in, and I vowed never to go there again. Then came the guilt, wondering whether or not I was just using that to mask my own aversion to the place � which is something abstract, I�ve tried to pin it down, but to little avail. The thought of that dirt on the wallpaper, the three spots, repulses me, and yet I instinctively find my arm rising and the palm resting on the spot, defining yet more that little circle of dust and grease, the perfect place to push onto and guide yourself down the stairs, spots covered with the dirt of the rest of my family as well as my own. Sitting in the Ravenscroft Social Club is that. A grimy history, partly my own, but not a history I recall being part of, or want to be part of. A history of not dancing on sticky dancefloors, or ash faded seat covers with little iridescent rings on black and yellow cigarette burns, the whiff of alcohol, coarser on their breath, the hair, teeth, fingernails the same sticky yellowish grey. A smile. The slabs of colour on the light box flick on and off, always the same sequence, the same records, the same people not dancing. It was someone else�s history, that they were too proud of, or not quite proud enough of to pass down properly, dying out. We can paint over the spots on the stairs, but the other is a deeper set grime, one that has stripped away the veneer and cracked the wood underneath, his history, their history and mine. The only difference being that I don�t want it. Did they? I presume they would�ve accepted better. I would�ve sought out better. Would I? 14. In the Headmaster�s office, all of us � �You�re not in trouble.� But you always sort of were with him, regardless, a loose tie or half untucked shirt was enough. Is that an unfair thing to say? I was told his wife is �very nice�, but aren�t they always? The defining moment, perhaps, if such things even exist, which I doubt was probably standing outside one morning and glancing over to see him standing right directly behind a boy on the steps there who was completely oblivious to his presence, much to the mirth of his better-positioned mates whose barely suppressed giggles eventually gave the game away. Ha. A pretty cheap laugh, really. But would the Headmaster have found it quite so singularly amusing if the boy had been talking about him? Had said what he really thought? Of course not. I see whenever I think of him. It�s an appropriate image. Despite him being my Headmaster for all of seven years I still know nothing about him, other than that his wife is quite nice anyway, which someone else told me. Despite his laborious and measured assemblies which he would deliver in what I think he hoped was grand and eloquent rhetoric, often offset by his hilariously terrible reading skills, despite those and everything else I still can�t imagine approaching him, I�d have nothing to say, even if I had something urgent to say. He would stifle it. Typically that isn�t a slight against someone, because not everyone is compatible, but with him I can�t help thinking that that�s the case with everyone � staff and pupils. Unapproachable because there�s no conceivable angle of approach � as though he�s hiding directly behind his job, behind something, authority, his own sweeping rhetoric or pride and we can see him there behind it and we grin along with it, half out of fear and compliance and half out of the sheer ridiculousness of his being there. Him! And we wait for whatever it is to turn around and discover him there, ending the joke so that he can grin all sheepish and realise it hasn�t been quite as funny as he thought it would be. But crucially that turn never comes; our hints just aren�t strong enough. 15. We were there in his office then, not in trouble. We had all won awards, in fact, mine being the French award. I had gotten the best mark in that years exam. It didn�t feel like much really, ours was a class of seven dossers, me included if I�m being honest and I�d managed to bluff the exam better than the other six. Or at least that�s how it seemed to me at the time. Mine was by far and away the lowest grade receiving a prize that day. That was hardly the point. Or perhaps it was entirely the point, I can�t rightly say. The very idea seemed ridiculous though, disingenuous with the purpose of exams, whatever you think of them, and in direct contrast to all those �You aren�t competing with each other�� speeches that had been so commonplace prior to the exam period. The award, incidentally, was a book token for �7. We were to go out and choose a book, which would then be presented to us on the night. I chose Jeanette Winterson�s �Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit� � her best and most humble effort by some distance. Of course all this came later. I went off to the award evening, despite no small reluctance on my part. It was a sad sort of evening. A man I�d never seen before gave a speech congratulating the pupils of the school on not fighting with each other after the events of September 11th. He was a large, self important looking man, wearing a heavy mayoral type chain across his shoulders and later, when my name was called out and I went up to collect my book I could see the exploded blood vessels on his nose, ruddy cheeks and tiny gimlet eyes which he fixed on me with a word of congratulation more perfunctory than sincere, an awkward, clammy handshake. It was a listless evening too, obligation over desire, the going through of well-worn motions. I�m not sure who it�s for, really, that weak little bit of ceremony, the rehashing of bland tradition. I couldn�t see the point. Do we owe the past this much? 16. Afterwards now, on the way home in the car. Despite the chore being finished with, I still wanted to stay fixed in the grey mist shell of my bad mood, my annoyance at having gone through something I saw as a waste of time. Rather that be glad it was over I felt the need to crystallise my feelings, hold on to them as tangible and not let go. I�ve always liked travelling at night though, the allure of the milky, brown-grey, almost purple sky over cities in winter illuminated orange by strings of streelights, a melancholy kind of light, offset by lewd shop frontages bristling neon. Still open. It wasn�t that late. The black tarmac roads glazed sickly orange, streetlights in slick rainwater. It was cold and we were in the car on the way home. I started feeling better, in spite of myself. My brother and I in the back, my Dad driving and my Gran in the passenger seat. We didn�t� talk. That is, we don�t really. What was there to talk about anyway? What had it been like for her? �Nice� I suppose. Did my Gran�s distance from speech night, and from us, lessen her ability to see the ridiculousness of it? Or was it my own fatal proximity that overcharged my own judgement? Was I condemning the innocent appraisal of talent and achievement (my own included)? I�m unsure. I objected, I think, not to the celebration of achievement itself, but rather the manner which those celebrations took. As if the school, that man I hadn�t seen before, the Headmaster were all saying �This is what we can produce� as if our achievements (my own middling one in French among them) defined us, as a school and as people, as though an exam grade were a characteristic, an end in itself rather than just a means to an end. Were these really the faults of the evening? We all agreed it was an evening for parents rather than the pupils themselves. So perhaps both my Gran and I were right. For her it was an innocent event. A simple matter of watching her Grandson�s be praised in public for what they had accomplished, watching them shake the hand of a man that, though she didn�t know this herself, she knew as well as they did. Whilst I, closer, could see the faults, and the little hypocrisies. As in assemblies where the pupils (us!) were constantly reminded that we were in the �top 20% of the country where intelligence is concerned� and that, mysteriously, this was thanks to the school! Trying to stay annoyed I mulled all this over in the car as we reached a turning that would either take us straight on past the Ravenscroft Social Club or round the corner to my Gran�s house. She broke the silence and said: �Shall we go for a drink?� 17. Inside it wasn�t quite as I remembered it, but the image of the place that night will form my lasting memory. The larger section of the club was cordoned off, in darkness. I could just make out the dull shapes of it in glints of threadbare Christmas decorations. A smaller area at the front, crowded with two snooker tables was in use. Five blokes lounged on the tattered seats sipping pints, occasionally rising to take up a cue. Years of play didn�t seem to have made them any more adept at snooker, it was as though they no longer appreciated the game, no longer felt anything from the competition, but still they played on. My Gran half introduced us and they seemed about as interested in us as we did in them, a nod. A small serving hatch in the corner acted as a bar. We sat opposite, uncomfortable, reluctant. I stared blankly into the darkness, avoiding conversation that wasn�t to be had, partly annoyed at myself for playing up to the sullen teen stereotype, for being what those blokes playing snooker expected exactly. The other two times I�d been here I had felt out of the moment because others around me were enjoying themselves, but this time nobody was, nobody seemed to be, they didn�t seem to know what they were doing there, know what had dragged them through the chilly night to a poorly stocked bar and two battered snooker tables and each other. A sense of community bound up in their silence? Mid November and already a few worn strands of tinsel half heartedly heralded the arrival of Christmas. Afterwards, I wondered if, had I known, about the rule I mean, had I known that, would I have put up a stand in the car, said no, refused to go into a place like that on principle? Could I pass judgement like that on my Gran, a regular there for most of her life? And how self-motivated would that decision have been? It was better, of course, that I didn�t know at the time. Easy to judge the gruff men playing snooker for nothing, easy to mock the naff xmas decorations, but more difficult to stick to what you know, think, to be right, to condemn a part of their past, reject a part of your own, hurt someone, cause a scene. And for what? An outdated principle, probably forgotten or irrelevant to the men inside, held in the shabby d�cor. Perhaps they were ignorant of the rule themselves, like I was at the time. Easier to go in. Better that I didn�t know. Of course all this came later. We had a drink and then went home, leaving my Gran in there on her own. The next day my mum told me that they don�t let black or Asian people into the Ravenscroft Social Club and that�s when I vowed, that�s when I had my excuse to never go there again. _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Nov 12 22:10:49 2002 From: benapps at xxx.com (Ben Apps) Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 22:10:49 +0000 Subject: Sinister: running miles in Some Boys Jumpers Message-ID: Hello, The other day I was walking down the street, past the Los Angeles Village Hall, when I noticed they had a big banner outside that said "Jumble Sale". Woo, I thought, I didn't know they had jumble sales in the states. How exciting. So I went in, and was greeted by none other than the shopkeeper from Festive Road, who had sent Mr Benn on many an adventure during my childhood. I asked him, "what's this all about then?", and to my astonishment he told me that it was a jumble sale just for 'sinister listees', but that I probably wouldn't know what that meant. My excitement had reached fever pitch. "But I do, I do!" I exclaimed. "I'm on the list!" "Oh", he said sounding rather suprised. "I suppose I'd better tell you all about it then". he went on to tell me that it was a very special kind of jumble sale where lots of items - clothes, books, records, toys, sweets - weren't sold, but exchanged or donated. "so it's a bit like the Christmas Present Exchange that Laura Llew organises?", I asked. "Not really", he replied. "That's a special thing. Once a year, where you get a nice suprise. With the jumble sale you get to see all the stuff and pick the things that you think you would like. So it's quite different really", he added. He let me into the village hall to take a look around, and I picked out some boy's jumper that was bright red and had a a pretty pattern on the chest. "What does he want in return for this?" I asked the shopkeeper. "Oh, nothing. That was Mr Benn's, he grew out of it. It's yours!" he replied, but as he did a troubled look spread across his face. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh, nothing really. Just that I wish I had a name for this sale, other than just 'Jumble Sale' ". "Hmmm", I pondered for a moment with my jumper in my hand. "That's it! 'Some Boys Jumpers' call it 'Some Boys Jumpers' " "I like it!" said the shopkeeper, "I think I will!" "I have to tell all my friends on the list about this. What should I say?", I asked him. "just tell them to pop in", he said. Tell them to go here: http://www.members.aol.com/someboysjumpers and tell them to donate lots of jumble!!! They can ask me any questions about it too, by emailing someboysjumpers at hotmail.com" "Excellent!", I said. "Oh just one more thing, does Honey know about this?", I asked. "Yes, he does, and Linda too", he replied. "I'm hoping they might contribute some jumble!" And with that he winked at me, and as if by magic, disappeared. Ben xXx _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: smart spam protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From mmcneil79 at xxx.com Tue Nov 12 22:23:51 2002 From: mmcneil79 at xxx.com (Madeleine McNeil) Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 22:23:51 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Santa's Little Helper Message-ID: My darlings, In a foolish display of bravado I offered my services to Llaura Llew, in her guise as Mother Christmas, boss of the Sinister Christmas Gift Exchange. Little did I know that she would expect me to dress in tight green garmets, prance about, and do her bidding. I look terrible in green! La Llew is, of course, the Boss, but I will assist with things such as holding the cloche hat as the names are drawn, alerting you all to the last postal dates, and reassuring you all that money is no object. Llaura never says things like this, as she is a slave to the almighty dollar, ever fixated on the amount of boys she can bribe to cover themselves in chocolate. I, however, as a lowly elf, have more of the common touch. Do not fear if you are feeling strapped for cash. Sinister is the home of the slacking student and the underemployed waster. It's not what you buy, or how much you spend, it's the imagination you put into it, and the amount of glitter you stick on it. Now is the time to revive your Blue Peter cutting and sticking skills! So, don't feel you can't be involved in all the fun if you can't afford much. Second hand is the way forward, folks. I, for example, am particularly fond of those clocks that one finds for sale in charity shops. They never work, they're hideous, but they tell the right time twice a day and they make the room look all spangly. And, of course, you can opt to only send to your country, thus saving on postage. But don't expect me to like, do anything, so don't email me if you want to be involved. I am just the comedy sidekick, the one who has to prance in an unflattering colour to make the real boss look better. Email the Llew here: Lleweth at hotmail.com if you want to be in on the Exchange. And WHOOT! but isn't How Does It Feel going to be a wonderful night? I'm slimming to get into my cordroy mini skirt as we speak. I advise you all to come along - not because of chance of seeing me in a miniskirt. It probably won't happen, due to the chocolate cravings that overtake a lady in the wintertime, but because when I went to HDIF I had a grate time and I think others did too. And it will be ace to have a get together at Christmas, so we can all get pissed and punch each other just like they do in Eastenders. Love Madeleine _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your e-mail with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Nov 13 02:42:07 2002 From: lokar20 at xxx.com (Matthew Henderson) Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 20:42:07 -0600 Subject: Sinister: the power of love Message-ID: It can strike you at the oddest times. It hit me tonight, lying in my bed, in the dark, trying to sleep. It's been so long, I was wondering if it would ever happen again. Actually, that is a lie. I wasn't thinking about it. It was completely unexpected. Such a strange and powerful turn of events. I don't think anyone ever sees it coming. Then, out of nowhere, WHAM, like a ton of bricks. Like a diamon bullet shot straight through my forehead. I felt it. I really felt it. I began to writhe about, twisting and turn in my bed, underneath my duvet as I came to the slow realization of what was happening. Considering how random it was, I wonder how many people very actually have that feeling. It's still resonating as I type this. It was so powerful, I had to get up, climb down the ladder, get on the computer, and write to sinister about it. This is my first post in a while, but something this important must be told. It must be vented. It must be shouted out for the entire world (or the sinister world) to hear. And it always comes from the most unexpected places. In this case, it was Radio Two. Just after Driftwood. It was Huey Lewis and the News. At that moment, I knew I was okay. Living in Glasgow has been interesting, but it never really settled with me until now. Yes. Oh yes. Now that's the power of love. And it don't take money. It don't take fame. You don't need no credit card to ride this train. -Matt P.S. On a belle and sebastian note, those bastards have really been cranking out those Q and A's. Go them. Now someone should urge stuart for more treasure hunt clues. Does anyone else think he has too much time on his hands for a pop star? P.P.S. I'd like to welcome Elizabeth to the Sinister fold. She sounds deathly cute, doesn't she? It's a shame she has a boyfriend, but if he's a Clash fan, he's alright in my book. Sounds like a damn cool guy. I would very much like to meet him. _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 with e-mail virus protection service: 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From stephanowic at xxx.it Fri Nov 8 17:51:04 2002 From: stephanowic at xxx.it (=?iso-8859-1?Q?Stefano_[Steady-State]?=) Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2002 18:51:04 +0100 Subject: Sinister: =?iso-8859-1?Q?elasticandunelasticdeformation?= Message-ID: <<< No Message Collected >>> From mess_up_my_hair at xxx.com Wed Nov 13 11:34:17 2002 From: mess_up_my_hair at xxx.com (. alex .) Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2002 21:34:17 +1000 Subject: Sinister: a christmas party Message-ID: Dear Sinister, My second post oh my! It's only seven weeks until Christmas, which is a very scary thing indeed. All the presents and decorations and the *ahem* hot weather (ahhhh yes the joys of sweating out a Christmas Day instead of being snuggled up next to a warm fire) - it's so close! It would be so lovely to have a cool Christmas for a change - would anyone perhaps like to swap? Of course, alongside Christmas festivities is the obligatory Christmas parties. To be truthful, I've never attended one. But this year, I think I want to hold my very own. Except, instead of just a traditional office-esque party, I'd love to have an indie disco celebration, where people could celebrate the season while dancing to the likes of Sleater-Kinney and The Lucksmiths and Belle & Sebastian and The Smiths and such. It would be such fun! There is a big storm outside and I hope it doesn't hit a power pole and render this email extinct. But Christmas..it's such a fun season. It's so exciting too! I signed up to the Sinister Christmas gift exchange and I think that alone will be good fun for all :) If you're up in the northern hemisphere, perhaps expect something cute and knitted from your antipodean counterpart! xox Alex ===================================== I took your advice and fixed my radio But I can't find anything that sounds good anymore http://www.geocities.com/veruca_salt_97/ http://darlingalex.diaryland.com/ _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From j.c.ireland at xxx.uk Wed Nov 13 13:52:25 2002 From: j.c.ireland at xxx.uk (Jennifer Ireland) Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2002 13:52:25 -0000 Subject: Sinister: a nervous first post... Message-ID: <3DD25919.17866.1002726@localhost> after months of anticipation, im finally getting round to writing my first post. its a bit of a let down to be honest, i wanted to be witty and cool and make people love me but instead i probably sound whiney and dull...oh well... I come from Orkney, and b+s first found my ears about 5 years ago i think, when i joined the newspaper team. Im forever indebted to Amy, Ashley, Kate...so many people for making me want to hear the music they listened to because I thought they were cool, and they were, they were the sort of people that always look okay when they're walking by themselves, they can carry it off, whereas i just look like the sad loser girl with no friends...anyway..then last year i was in norway, and realised that b+s have universal appeal.they fit in with the norwegian lifestyle perfectly...anyway...and now im in dundee, feeling lonely bcoz i know no one properly. A boy from my psychology class is sitting beside me but i dont dare talk to him because he doesnt know me and he might think im strange for knowing that hes in my class...being a fresher is all so complicated... anyway...i really should just hit the send now, before i change my mind... +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Nov 13 17:06:22 2002 From: MTJ.Ashbridge at xxx.uk (Michael Ashbridge) Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2002 17:06:22 GMT Subject: Sinister: This week, I'll be mostly wearing chiffon Message-ID: Random Scattershot Communication I have recommendations. Oh yes. Books and music. Not in that order, though. Very little of anything else, mind. It's one of those days when I feel the need to post to the list, but don't really have anything of substance to say and therefore feel obliged to manufacture a reason. Which shouldn't diminish the speldour of the intrinsic wonderfullness of these offerings: The much-lauded Ballboy have a proper album, at last, released on Monday there. A Guide for The Daylight Hours. "Where Do The Nights of Sleep Go to When They Do Not Come to Me?" is the single of the year. Oh yes it is. I'm not listening, it is. Don't argue with me. Anthemic. The cryptically titled newness from Sigur Ros, (), as recommended to me by the McDermott girl, is a full 78 minutes of human whale song. Glorious. This is a second-hand recommendation, but I've been very careful with it, look at it, mint condition mate, yours for a tenner. Dave Eggers' quasi-memoir, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, is, I have discovered after finally taking the time to read it and its attached and cleverly printed appendix, actually that. Like Ronseal, it does exactly what it says on the tin. The preface and readers' guide alone, a mere 30-ish pages, are worth the cover price. Mil Millington, of "Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About" fame (http://homepage.ntlworld.com/mil.millington/things.html) has published a book of the same name. He wouldn't use the words titular or eponymous, so I won't, either. Hie thee to Waterstones where you'll find it with a couple of quid knocked off. Read it. Marvel. Laugh. Be both entertained and edified. Then go to his guestbook and tell him that I made you do it, and he will love you from afar. That's all. I feel much better now, - 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 elenita99 at xxx.com Wed Nov 13 18:07:20 2002 From: elenita99 at xxx.com (elenita 99) Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2002 19:07:20 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Autumn=rain Message-ID: Hello people, You should listen to the new Beck album. I like it. I had an interesting conversation with my brother last weekend regarding music. As an introduction, my brother (20 year old) was into R'n'B and hip-hop for a long time until I managed, with lots of persuasion and hours of music listening, to convert him to something else. He is still not a B&S fan, but more into Sigur Ros, Death in Vegas, Radiohead and electronic stuff in general. So today we were having a fag and talking, and he was explaining how somtimes discovering new music or listening to new stuff is hard work for him. Not all the time, for example he got the new Sigur Ros album and he adores them so that is exciting and no effort at all to listen to it. But then if he hears about some stuff that he could like and he gets a new record, sometimes you have to get motivated to find the will to listen to it, get into it, get to know it good, and decide which tracks you like best, etc... I kind of understood what he meant but then I disagree on the idea. New music is exciting no matter what, and for some of it you do have to make "efforts" to get into it. But most of the time, the efforts you make are worth a hundred times more happiness. I went to the cinema with my brother (the other one) to see "Bowling for Columbine". I thought it was scary. I also wondered if Charlton Heston and Georges W. Bush are secret twins that were raised apart. I wonder if this gun thing is something of a culture, or if I just don't get it with my European little brain. I also went at the theatre to see "Of Mice and Men". To be honest I thought it would be a bit rubbish as the book is so brilliant and great and sad. So I wasn't expecting much from it. And I ended up crying, it was so good and impressive I couldn't believe it. The guy playing the part of Lenny was just so good it was incredible. I mean, it is fairly difficult to be that kind of character, and he was so moving. So well, it was brilliant. I have noticed at least two people mentioning some movie called "Slap her, she's French". I am French and I hope no one will slap me, but could someone please tell me what is the movie all about? so I can understand why you should be slapped just because you are French. My boss had a baby (well his wife more exactly) and he is all happy and excited and it is kind of touching to see how people change when they have a kid; they feel responsible, behave like grown-up, etc. The scary thing about all this is that he is only 26 and has been married for 4 years already. Anyway, better get on with some work before he stops being happy about his baby and starts kicking my bum. Have a lovely day/evening/nigth Elenax _________________________________________________________________ Help STOP SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From rabidpenguin at xxx.com Thu Nov 14 04:58:47 2002 From: rabidpenguin at xxx.com (s. lord) Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2002 22:58:47 -0600 Subject: Sinister: seeing other imaginary people Message-ID: Today started off well - my first class went quickly and not much was learned - after my first class I walk to the student union on the edge of campus - every m/w/f I go and eat lunch with my friends seth and jules - we sit around and just eat really bad over priced union food and talk about everything that is going wrong in our lives - today though I just happened to run into my imaginary boyfriend - saying he is an imaginary boyfriend sounds weird - he is a real person - very much real - and he knows me - we have talked before - we both used to work at the same store - but he just doesn't know that I think he is completely the cutest person in the world and that we are pretend dating - god now that I write this out it sounds really sad - oh well I guess - so it is - anyways - he was sitting down eating lunch when I saw him from the check out lane - I stared briefly for a moment at him - oh so good looking - with that dark hair and those dark eyes - but then the man at the check out got angry at me for taking so long and yelled something at me which I guessed was some words meaning 'get a move on' - so I dug into my pockets and started sorting through my change - I have been a little short on money lately - so I had to dig through my car to find some money this morning - luckily I found five dollars worth of change under my seat - who knew there was so much money in my car - but anyway - so I was paying with change and staring at my imaginary boyfriend for way too long - people were getting angry - after I got done paying I walked over and saw where my friend seth was going to sit - where we usually sit - in the back atrium type area - it is normally a really good spot to sit - lots of professors and grad students sit out there which is nice cause it makes us feel a tad bit more sophisticated - sad - yes it is - but sometimes you just have to - but I didn't want to go out there - I wanted to go over to the imaginary boyfriend and ask him if I could sit with him - he was at a table for two and I knew it was just fate that it turned out that way - he was waiting for me - so he got a table for two - we could share my french fries and talk coyly over the trivial news in today's daily newspaper - share a laugh and a dreamy glance - I could tell him about the book I am reading now - this side of paradise - about how amory blaine goes through life looking for love - he would then be interested and ask to read it when I am done - (of course since he is my imaginary boyfriend he would be interested and not just act interested just to please me) - which I would gladly give him to read - oh how great it would be to talk to him about anything - just stare at him as he talked about the useless crap he talks about - oh it would be so wonderful - but then my daydream was shattered by the harsh light of reality that was suddenly thrust upon me - as I walked toward him he got up and left - oh no imaginary boyfriend - do not go - what about lunch - what happened to conversation we were to share - what happened to it all - and that is when I knew I it was over - I had to break up with him - it was not going to last anyway - we both had our separate worlds and our own friends - so after a few minutes of standing there and thinking about the future I will never have with the cutest boy in the world - I moved on to the table in the atrium and sat with my friends - it was a sad day - but I know it is better off this way - it is too much work to maintain an imaginary boyfriend - always having to do everything for them - it was just time to end it - but tomorrow is another day - who knows what may happen - much love to you all --scott ---------------------------------------------- what we place most hopes upon generally proves most fatal. - vicar of wakefeild _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 helps eliminate e-mail viruses. 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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 gettingfurtheraway at xxx.com Thu Nov 14 05:02:56 2002 From: gettingfurtheraway at xxx.com (dagnyrae) Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2002 21:02:56 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: she said: i know what it's like to be dead. i know what it is to be sad. and you're making me feel like i've never been born. Message-ID: <20021114050256.80487.qmail@web10703.mail.yahoo.com> {and there it was: you have been given a voice on the sinister list. the truth of it, though, is that i always had one. i've always had this voice. the priviledge is not in the having. it is, rather, in the using. so.} hello. here i am with the uniform of the established scene, tripping through in red shoes that leave damp footprints. sinister's address is easy enough for me to imagine: worldwide. and now i am happy to be here. to be a part. of the world. i always used to think i was just in it, or through it, like an arrow-pierced heart, my head pointed down, my feet in the air and my middle just all wrapped up in everything else. lately i think my head is up, though, and my feet down, back where they should be. if the middle could be all wrapped up in arms, that'd be loverly enough for me. belle and sebastian. should have a pink mailing page of people. with an address that's listed as: worldwide. content: my favorite is the blue one, though i like the green one more. the principle of the thing, i guess, and the second red one is much less better than the first red one. i've sat here on my end in my part of worldwide for three weeks meeting you, and i think there has been talk of change among ranks and files. i wonder what you were like when you talk of what i suppose were your good old days, your days of finding everything fresh and sqeaky new, covered with whatever wonder i hold for you now. isn't it going to make you puke when i say: everything will always be as it should be, even if the shape of things differs in the end from the beginning. and, well: shapes get fucked the fuck up. change always irritates me, particularly its processes; funny, then, that i should be so in love with abstractions, drunk on the process of art, not the finished result. but then this is not art with a capital a. and you are not art with a capital a. you are the a. that doesn't change. only the process does. only the finished product is never complete for the way it will be perceived, and is, and will be tomorrow. and so here, voiced: i am happy. it doesn't really matter if you are not; you will be. i will always be new here, and that is the way and the shape of my voice. "we will it so, and so it is past all accident." *rae __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Web Hosting - Let the expert host your site http://webhosting.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 MTJ.Ashbridge at xxx.uk Thu Nov 14 17:05:21 2002 From: MTJ.Ashbridge at xxx.uk (Michael Ashbridge) Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 17:05:21 GMT Subject: Sinister: He's so unhip it's a wonder his bum doesn't fall off Message-ID: On my inability to remain conscious during bus journeys -- some problems and digressions: I hate it, hate falling asleep on buses. When I wake up, always at the same point in the journey, I feel like a tramp. All these people around me, genetic freaks all of them, somehow able to resist the gentle rocking motion and soporific rumble of the engine, they've been staring at me, watching my head bounce arrthymically against the window, waiting for me to come awake with a start right on cue just as we pass St Mark's church, realise where I am, and quickly check to make sure I haven't been drooling anywhere embarrassing. Like onto the shoulder of the man who rather rashly assumed that sitting down next to me whilst I was fast asleep could bring him neither harm nor oddly placed stains. That only happened once, several years ago, and is the reason I now ensure that I sit on the starboard seats of the bus, allowing my head to fall onto its preferred side. Which is odd. Most men, when asked by a tailor (most men will never be asked this by any tailor, but we all fantasize that we may, one day, be in a position to be asked) will tell him that they dress to the right. Another of nature's little asymmetries. I wonder if this is also true of men's heads in the context of sleeping on buses. I could find out simply by turning around and observing, but, as I've said, I have a problem staying awake on buses. Meanwhile, much talk (and evidence) of people who can't/don't use paragraphs in their posts. Of interest: Next month the university here is giving an internal let's-see- what-everyone-else-is-researching conference, in which postgrads from various faculties give pop-talks to show what they're doing with all their grant money. I myself am not participating, what with my thesis being a million years late already, but I know a nice chap from informatics who is presenting a joint paper with an also-nice girl from psychology on the ways in which various types of people present their written prose online, and how those are received and interpreted. Not groundbreaking, perhaps, but nonetheless topical. If I'd known at the time, I would have submitted Sinister as a case study. Here is a quote from the abstract: "[...] and we present [experimental] evidence to confirm the popular opinion that long, unbroken, poorly structured blocks of prose are indicative of narcissistic personality-types, concluding that while all other types of prose style are appreciated and/or preferred by different types of reader, the block style is [considered readable] only by the author." You don't even want to see what they have to say about the rest of us. One of the interesting parts is a computer program they developed that, they claim, can analyse a piece of (formatted) text and make a fairly accurate stab at the author's psychological make-up. I'll provide a link once the paper is published online. Flame on. As I travel home I shall ponder what the program might say about my own style, for about five minutes, before I let my head knock against the window and vaguely hope that I don't miss my stop. - 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 hobart at xxx.uk Thu Nov 14 22:23:47 2002 From: hobart at xxx.uk (The Space Shed) Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 22:23:47 -0000 Subject: Sinister: enjoying your new vagina Message-ID: <008c01c28c2c$9f1b2080$49e1193e@default> (there's no talk of muffs for at least thirty lines. you might want to use that 'page down' button) ~~~~~~~~~ a quick cautionary note, my dears, before i get on with the bulk of this post.. in recent days you will have heard talk of the 'tilde'. my friends, do not confuse the tilde with the ~ . you may hear the misguided comparing the two, but the tilde is not the ~. it is an aspect of the ~, but it is not the whole. i shall refer to an old religion to make my point. not a false religion, but one in drastic need of an update. a religion from the days before the discovery of ~ : there is a hindu goddess named kali, famed for devouring her own children. she pops 'em out at one end and with her claws scrapes the dead ones into her huge, slavvering jaw. people don't think she's all that nice. but they're wrong. you can see their point, though. she doesn't sound very nice, does she? yet she is only doing what she has to. she has to eat them, so she can produce more. birth and death, one cannot exist without the other.. in a similar way, darkness cannot exist without light. some people will say they're both sides of the same coin... that isn't quite true. they're actually just different points within the same spectrum. yes, the tilde exists. one must be aware of it, and respect it, but those who tell you of the tilde fail to appreciate the glory of the hole. sorry, whole. see... the ~. it is so much more than that. of course it frightens people. terry underwear has clearly been through the dark side and has struggled to return to reality. there are others who will warn you of dangers more sneakily, guarding their own hidden motives. nevertheless, i don't want you to think of stephen hewitt as a deranged madman, spouting filth and obscenity and attempting to lead you into a life of degradation. not unless you already did, anyway. i want you to think of him as a poor soul who has lost his way. a hungry traveller cast out of the little chef of enlightenment. to these, too, one day the ~ will come. one day. but enough of that now. in time, you will learn more of the ~. today, i want to talk of different matters: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ so.. i got up this morning with a mission. and it was an GRATE mission. and i want to tell you about it: men... they talk of many things. religion, politics, life, death, fart-lighting, football and.. a sacred object that many of them seek with endless energy. women...they talk of many things too. although many of them are mysterious to me. they also talk of a sacred object that it is wise to seek to possess. i have never had one. but, today, i decided to get one. a vagina. i know this must be something marvellous. a lot of the men i know, and quite a few of the women, seem to worship this mysterious object. i have heard talk of people bowing down before its luminescence, and, prostrated thus, performing all manner of bizzare acts. i seek the truth. it makes being alive a great deal more interesting. and, although i knew little about my goal, i decided that meant there was even more opportunity to learn. first stop, the corner shop, for provisions. omco superstore, deep in the heart of selly oak. i smiled at the lady handling my coconut macaroons, and i told her i wanted a vagina. i asked if she could help me in this quest. my friends, she had clearly never met someone pursuing this goal before. she looked at me curiously, before disappearing to the back of her counter, and bowing before the (presumably sacred) words: 'embassy.......number one'. when she reappeared, she handed me a green packet and said 'is this what you are looking for?' an ordinary green packet, with some yellow writing on it. it was a little squidy and it cost nearly five pounds. it didn't seem all that impressive. i was about to tell her that i didn't think so, when she informed me that it was a golden vagina. well, that was easy. astounded with my instant success, i turned it over in my hands and wondered what to do with it. a little unconvinced, i decided to check, to be sure. there was another word by which i had heard this revered object called: 'fanny?' another peculiar look: 'there's no need to be rude, dear' 'are you sure this is a fanny?' at this point she told me to give me the money and leave her store, and never come back. she said if i did her 3 big brothers and her alsation, who were all waiting out the back because they were too DANGEROUS to come into the main shop, would attack me simultaneously, and rip me to shreds. i left at this point. omco is an odd place. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i took my vagina home. i had a cup of tea. i tossed it from hand to hand, then considered i should probably be touching it more reverentially. then considered that perhaps i shouldn't be touching it at all. what, after all, was the procedure for such things? i had no idea. perhaps i could find a book on it. i asked my boss where i could find a book on vaginas. she advised me to go to the medical library and to take a couple of weeks off work, unpaid. clearly she, too, is a non-believer. when i told the lady in the medical library what i wanted she looked at me quizzically. i explained that i had just acquired a new vagina, and didn't really know what to do with it. suddenly, her expression cleared. she asked me why i hadn't told her i was going to do this, and i said it was a spur of the moment decision and i hadn't really had time to tell everybody. she asked if it had hurt. i told her no, not really, although it had cost me nearly a fiver and it seemed to be causing a lot of trouble. she gave me what seemed to be a supportive smile, and handed me a book: 'enjoying your new vagina'. marvellous! i took it home, and, ready for my new, wholesome spiritual experience, i made myself a cup of white spirit with just a spot of milk (no sugar, i'm careful about what i put in my body) and sat down to read: 'you may be anxious to explore yourself, but find that your new acquisition is a little tender. try caressing it gently, at first, getting to grips with its shape, and its texture.' texture? blimey. i stroked my vagina a little. plasticcy... smooth.. i lifted it to my face.. it smelt... plasticcy and smooth. i touched it with my cheek. it felt...plasticcy and smooth. christ, this was tedious. i skipped a few pages: 'enjoy your vagina in stages, slowly at first. you will find that exploring it internally, with a gentle finger, will bring untold pleasure.' really? i put my finger inside. it came out covered in brown stuff. i didn't get much out of it, really. the brown stuff smelt funny. i wondered if my golden vagina was somehow defective. maybe that had been why the woman had been so keen to get me out of omco. maybe that was why she had told me not to come back. even someone as wrongly-directed as her doesn't sell counterfeit sacred goods without SOME hint of remorse. and.....untold pleasure? no. i could feel a little tingle, but i often do when sitting on the washing machine. i skipped a few more pages. when i came to the part about penetration of the vagina (with PENISES and EVERYTHING) i couldn't take it any more. the book went back to the medical library, and i'm NEVER going there again. i only stopped to spit the words 'filthy PERVERT!' at the head librarian on the way out. i put my vagina on the shelf, not knowing what else to do with it. it sits there, between the 'hello kitty' 3-speed vibrator and the signed picture of wincey willis, unobtrusive. in time, i'm sure i shall forget i ever had one. the lesson? i'm not sure there is one love, and ~~~s prophet i ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ p~s~: just a couple of other things: i notice we have a few new people saying hello. i hope you all like it here. a couple of tips: a. everybody should try anal sex at least once in their life b. watch out for people from brighton also, robyn fadden mentioned the new future bible heros cd and it made me think grrrrrr, because i can't find it ANYWHERE. even amazon only has it on import. has it been released in the uk, does anybody know? does anybody have it fancy doing a little tape-swap? i have lots of lovely stuff i could send you in return. mark hester said: *those of you who've heard the new St Etienne offering "Finisterre" will *recognise the line at the top from Michael Jayston's spoken parts, which he *utters with such gravitas that they seem of the utmost import. I had no idea *who Jayston was, so I went a-googling, natch, and discovered that he was a *"character actor" who'd been in loads of stuff without actually being the real *star. i am reliably informed that michael jayston did the voice-over for 'war of the worlds'. reliably informed by someone that tells lies sometimes. but it might be true. does anybody else think that the spoken parts, together with the poor sequencing, spoil finisterre? i mean, its an okay album, but it could have been one of their best. especially the part where he says 'use a bank/ i'd rather die'....so, none of saint etienne have bank accounts then? it must take a big mattress to hide all that money underneath. the end. thank fuck for that. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. 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WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From kittypower6 at xxx.com Thu Nov 14 23:31:26 2002 From: kittypower6 at xxx.com (Alyson Snowball) Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 17:31:26 -0600 Subject: Sinister: -texas- is the reason. . .att'n all tx sinis Message-ID: hi everyone, sinistrines in texas, please email me and let me know you're out there. i want to organize some sort of texas sinister meet-up. . .i think there might have been rumblings about one in the past, but, well, i'm not sure it actually happened. either that or it did happen, and no one bothered to tell me. . . so, if you're up for it, let me know! i don't care if 3 or 30 people show, i am planning *something*, no matter how many people show interest. =) eternally optimistic, alyson snowball +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From ArtsyDeco at xxx.com Fri Nov 15 05:30:15 2002 From: ArtsyDeco at xxx.com (ArtsyDeco at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 00:30:15 -0500 Subject: Sinister: And August Bank Holiday I always devote to grossness ~ somebody famousish Message-ID: <5476935B.1E025CE0.022DCCE6@aol.com> Oh bother, sinisterines. So I'll get right to the point. I had a crush on this boy from my history lecture. I developed said crush when I noticed him playing games on his calculator rather than taking notes for the duration of a class. So one day I looked across the room to see him, smiled at him. He stopped what he was doing, went back down the stairs, crossed the room, climbed over a row of chairs and sat down one seat over from me. I was thrilled but successfully managed to be too stunned to say anything. Now I've just seen him kissing a girl in the cafeteria. Good to know that I've gone back to fitting the sinister stereotype of being a lovelorn shyling. I've also managed to fall in love with some sinister words again, so I guess that's a good thing. The stars I meant to distribute around campus are sitting in their container on top of my printer. I had really better get to it soon, or I fear all the good will I put into them may go stale. I am forming a secret ninja society called The Way of the Chop. I have a habit of gently karate-chopping those I hold most dear, so I thought I ought to find some kind of outlet for it. We are in the process of getting our ninja costumes. We shall spread enlightenment and mirth through chopping. All Boston area sinisterites welcome. Let me know. Honestly. I'm going to Iceland for new years. I'm quite thrillt and wish it would just hurry up and get here already. My life seems to be stagnating a bit. This has been a rambling post of such lack of cohesion that it ought to be some sort of manifesto. I love you all. Kara +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From daftpunk at xxx.au Fri Nov 15 08:23:19 2002 From: daftpunk at xxx.au (Kin WOO) Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 16:23:19 +0800 (WST) Subject: Sinister: advice on recording gigs please:) Message-ID: hey again sorry for 2 emails in rapid succession. but i've recently ended 6 years of student poverty and having obtained a job for next year, plan to splurge out on the one thing I've desired for so long...:some device to record gigs with:) No, i must reiterate- i have no intention of selling said bootlegs but have been to so many gigs that were so brilliant that I wished I had recorded to preserve it forever. so peeps, please help me out because I'm a Luddite when it comes to these things. What would be the best device to bring with me to record a gig??? I've heard Minidisc and DAT but know very little about them so any info would be appreciated. what do you more techno-knowledgeable of you recommend?What would give the clearest sound reproduction? Which is easiest to use? What models do you recommend and how much do they cost? Also is it possible to transfer it to CD? Any and all info would be so much welcome. I repeat-not to sell but for pure and simple musical nostalgia (and maybe to make copies for friends as prezzies:)) Ok thanx in advance peeps (and please email me off-list) and hope to hear from you soon Later Kin Woo "The trouble with the straight and the narrow is it's so thin I keep sliding off to the side" Jason Pierce +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 daftpunk at xxx.au Fri Nov 15 08:28:31 2002 From: daftpunk at xxx.au (Kin WOO) Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 16:28:31 +0800 (WST) Subject: Sinister: plea to Sydneysiders: sydney advice:) Message-ID: hey kids it's Kin, one of the Perth divison. soon i'll be making my way to luverly Sydney for a week of fun and err frolics. only thing is, i haven't been to Sydney for 6 years so knowledge is rusty. so this is where kind and helpful Sinisterinies come in. so any Sydney Sinisterinies (try saying that 5 times fast), please tell me cool places (clothes shops, record shops, bars, clubs etc) to check out. any info would be mucho appreciated. Any Sinister happenings going on from Dec 5 to 14 (when I'll be going)??? Or just cool gigs to check out in that period? (I'm going to DJ Shadow at the mo).I await expert advice anxiously:) ok please email me off list and hope to hear from some of you soon. later Kin Woo "The trouble with the straight and the narrow is it's so thin I keep sliding off to the side" Jason Pierce +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Fri Nov 15 09:04:44 2002 From: rfadden at xxx.com (rrrrobyn) Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 01:04:44 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: psychoanalyze my narcissistic ass Message-ID: <20021115090444.56680.qmail@web11104.mail.yahoo.com> oh sinister, thank fuck for all that. and red shirts. and colanders. thank fuck for fourteen hundred delete buttons with separate interests, with a love for unparagraphed prose and a hate for it. thank fuck for poetry and those bastards who drown their sorrows in it after late nights at the bar or early mornings at the gym or just because they'd rather not do the grocery shopping, buy more bread, buy more gin. i was thanking fuck the other day and jesus christ if it didn't thank me back. fuck must be canadian, i thought: its self-effacing ways and that happy-go-lucky hairstyle. but of course, i'm wrong, again, and fuck isn't what it seems. it lays down a blanket on the forest floor, stretches out, eyes half-closed like Barthes laying on the beach. but fuck has brought sandwiches wrapped in wax paper and tea out of an old blue thermos. how can you go wrong with that? mid-spring and all our life coming back even as we lay down to count the clouds, close our eyes, and pretend to nap. i've had one of those days. and it should really be over by now, but i've kept it going on. brain, stop, just bluddy stop (except maybe keep going a little on this whole 'how to spell psychoanalyze' thing b/c, well, you've got some kind of mental block there). ah, oh well, pfft. yours, always and etc., robyn ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden at yahoo.com Montreal, QC __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Web Hosting - Let the expert host your site http://webhosting.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 hobart at xxx.uk Fri Nov 15 13:05:10 2002 From: hobart at xxx.uk (Saint Peter) Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 13:05:10 -0000 Subject: Sinister: A patterned-stockinged Dream Message-ID: <000a01c28ca7$a40df380$ad5a883e@default> Has it been so long? So long in your terms, that is.... In the Great Stretch Of Eternity it registers, quite literally, as nothing. I'm sorry. I should introduce myself. My Name is Saint Peter. I am an Angel Of The Lord And Divine Emissary. And I'm a very busy man. A very busy man. There's so much to do these days. Hardly a day goes by without Some bunch of aggrieved new arrivals showing up at the Gates of Heaven. There's a lot of talk of revenge...most of them talk of revenge...revenge revenge revenge... I don't mind telling you, it gets fucking boring after a while. It wasn't cool when the medievals did it and it isn't cool when you lot do it now. Anyway.. I digress. And I shouldn't digress. I'm a very busy man. Except I'm not actually a man.. not technically.. but don't let that bother you. It is too hard to explain. And I shouldn't digress. I'm a very busy.... yes, very busy. I spoke to you once before. I was on your Earth for a brief period, and I had a quest. I had spent too long away from Heaven, and I had been dreaming. Angels don't dream. And they certainly don't dream of love.... not The Love the dead poets talk of, and sweet buggery christ there's a lot of them round here. I used to see them coming, and cross the road to avoid them. A fucking pretentious bunch, most of them, always quoting themselves and offering that as truth. I tell them I've seen The Truth and it would scare the shit out of them, but most of them just laugh. Anyway, one day I got stuck in a lift with Sylvia Plath. The last person you want to get stuck in a lift with, frankly. She was top of my list of people to avoid, along with Barbara Cartland. Always running up to men and accusing them of being Nazis.. and there was a terrible hubbub when her husband turned up here a few years back. In the end, he got so fed up he re-incarnated. A thought-fox, from what I remember. But I digress, and I shouldn't digress. Stuck in a lift with Sylvia Plath. She stands in the corner, rambling to herself, after attention as always. She still hasn't realised that the point of heaven is that everyone has time for everyone else, and you'll get all the attention you need in the course of eternity. I don't think she'll realise that for a while, trapped in herself. Anyway, I'm staring at the ceiling, staring at the nymphs playing water-cello in the corner, staring at the satyrs fucking on the chaise-longue, looking at ANYTHING but this bird standing next to me, muttering to herself about bees. If I'd had a penis, I'd have taken it out and waved it at her. Jim Morrison tells me that usually keeps people away. Sadly, that isn't an option. Eventually, she walks right on over, looks me directly in the face and out it comes. She delivers it slowly, and she ennunciates every syllable. Poets do. Most of 'em. 'cept the ones that are too stoned to talk: 'The box is only temporary' she says. I smile, and thank her, and stare at the ceiling a little more.... but she's said something... she's started my brain. And I don't like it when that happens. I'm too busy to have my brain started. I've go things to do.. There's a big party from Iraq expected at any moment...dazed, confused civilians with no idea what has happened. It'll take some explaining... but its too late... around and around...buzzing in my head... the box is only temporary...the box is only temporary... And I remember...I remember what I'd forgotten. It all comes back. A face on a screen... a picture of Her. The woman I have dreamt of.. us me and her running through fields of opium, her patterned stockings cast aside, flying high into skies that will never darken whilst we remain underneath, blissful loving Fuck, spend too long around the likes of Percy Shelley and you too will start spouting shite.... And not just because of the syphillis.. Isobel Campbell.. whilst on Earth, I had searched for her. Birmingham, Coventry, Cambridge...three of the four corners of the world. I resolved to take another unpaid, unofficial leave. The Big Guy doesn't really give us leave...just tells us that working here should be pleasure enough in itself. Easy for him to say. Spends all day sitting under trees with The Buddha, throwing stones at passing children. But, I'm leaving....and I'm coming back to Earth to find her...and this time I'm going to plan it properly.. The last clue I had...an address in Cambridge. I had turned up to meet her and I got caught on some CCTV camera. The Big J saw me and called me back....said I'd let him down three times before, and if I didn't want my job I could fuck off, there are always vacancies in...other places...he told me, and we both knew what he meant.. I was in Cambridge. I think I found her.. Administration and Support in the Department of Applied Economics > >>Isobel Campbell-Stewart Librarian Bella.Campbell-Stewart at econ.cam.ac.uk I still don't know what a Stewart Librarian is. Time to find out. I shall choose a pleasing coutenance... something classic but not classical, something suave but not too sophisticated.. Gregory Peck, circa 'Spellbound'... but somehow a little more...twee... and I shall wear corduroy. And I shall meet her. The librarian. The singer. The cellist Isobel my darling my love. xx Saint P +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elle_jane1 at xxx.uk Fri Nov 15 22:33:19 2002 From: elle_jane1 at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Ellebelle?=) Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 22:33:19 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: see those alluring lights? Message-ID: <20021115223319.59656.qmail@web12904.mail.yahoo.com> well, what a busy time it's been; makes me feel really popular, seeing all those emails waiting in my inbox, until i remember i've merely signed up to receive them that is, and then reality comes crashing into my life again. oh well, it was bound to happen on a regular basis. new topic: new paragraph (note please, paragraph fans) as well as being busy (this is a new topic, therefore new paragraph, i'm just trying to create a smooth transition) these last few weeks have also been exciting: poetry parrot, christmas gift exchange, jumble sale... the list is (almost) endless. i have to say i hope lots of you have contacted the divine Ms Llew to secure the opportunity to participate in the great Pressie Xchange. you know you want to. and i know i want a pressie back. obviously, if you just want to join in so you can get loads of wonderful gifts and look really loved at this *special* time, clear off, i've got there first. if any of you have extra gifts to distribute (especially if they are chocolate buttons [my staple diet]) please just send straight to me. hey look, it's another new paragraph! the poetry parrot: what an amazing creature! but i'm a little worried; has it/he/she survived its/his/her back from the dead experience? it/he/she obviously hasn't made it to Liz Daplyn yet. does this mean it could descend in need of sustinance at any moment? if this is a possibility does it have a special sinister tracking gadget? if so then all sinistrians need to be on the look-out and have an emergency poem at the ready (not to suggest we aren't all reading poetry at every available waking moment). emergency poem resource kit suggestion: fab anthology called 'staying alive: real poems for unreal times' ed by neil astley. (2002) actually, whilst i'm going on about books to read i might as well go off on one. (get used to this, it's quite normal). great book warning: 'a fine balance' rohinton mistry. i was almost put off this as it had a sticker saying 'oprah's book club' on it, but i trusted my reading recommendation source, and.... wow. i had to take myself off to a quiet place when i finished reading as it had such an impact. read it. please. greatish book warning: 'you don't know me' david klass. this is in the 'young adult' section, but when did bookshops know about categorising books? i mean, they put Northern Lights etc into childrens! fab book warning: 'stormbreaker' anthony horowitz. ok, this is out and out a kid's book: james bond with a 14 year-old protagonist. but what a 14 year old! by the 3rd book i'm ashamed to admit i fancied a teenager, and a 14-yr-old one at that. oh the shame. the shame. well, this mail started off as a reaction to Myra Hindley's death, but i've got as far as listening to suffer little children too many times and wittering on about nothing. i've also managed to spend too long staring at the photo of the band opposite the lyrics for 'suffer'. the tucked in shirt days. oh i remember it well. and it was forced back to me a few weeks ago when a 'friend' decided to set me up on a night out. the *man of my dreams* (sic.) turned out to be wearing a large checked shirt rolled up at the sleeves and tucked tightly into his m&s jeans. is it wrong of me to judge him on this? the final nail in the coffin was he refused to come and dance! i mean, not wanting to dance! ok, so i can't dance, but i refuse to let that minor consideration get in the way of something i enjoy. after all, i don't have to watch me not being able to dance. yet another paragraph, and probably enough to satisfy the paragraph contingent. i feel i really should say something of interest during this post so i'll leave you with my fave. quotation of wisdom: 'to remember everything is a form of madness' (Friel/Steiner) i can't say anything about Hindley although i feel i should, but perhaps the only way forward is to remember the essence of horror we should work against, and forget the facts about her. i think i'm trying to say that making sure what happened never happens again is more important than her as a person. and i think this probably applies to lots of things at the moment. love Elle x +Belle (purr) __________________________________________________ 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 sinkingpie at xxx.com Fri Nov 15 22:58:06 2002 From: sinkingpie at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Peter=20Crick?=) Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 22:58:06 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: (at least thats what we say we are doing) Message-ID: <20021115225806.28473.qmail@web10005.mail.yahoo.com> Like all the best days, today began with a barrage of bad jokes, of course I've already forgotten these and will probably be amused by them again next week, but thats not really the point. So, back to today, which is quite possibly the point of this post. Not sure though. I'm sure I had a really good reason for writing this when I started, must have lost it along with all those bad jokes. I heard about a man who lost the ability to remember anything for more than about ten minutes the other day, some sort of fencing accident. But again we wander from the point. But is it a we? I think that might be closer to the point of this. Lonliness, lonely times we're spending (or I'm spending anyway). Something about the imaginary partner idea grabbed me, only problem is, my imaginary girlfriend dumped me, must say something very bad about me. The question really is who is she anyway? Not sure how to work that one out, thinking about it doesn't seem to help much, perhaps it'll come to me in a dream or something, hopefully not about horses. Still, I'm always looking for the Sun to shine, perhaps it will one of these days, although I can't see whats different about tomorrow or any other day. Lonely man seeks company, he's really not that boring once you get to know him. Perhaps this is just a modern rock song (sorry I've been listening to that song a lot recently and felt it deserved some place here). Perhaps everything will sort itself out nicely and everything will be good, and the world will be at peace and stuff. Talking of peace, I thought it was nice of the firefighters to cause one third of the British fleet to go temporarily out of action. Perhaps we can get some more strikes to allow the armed forces to participate in this non-war activity. But then again perhaps not. Think I've rambled on enough now, but don't despair, can't think of an ending to that sentance. Oh well, whatever, nevermind. sinkingpie __________________________________________________ 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 retrosec at xxx.uk Sat Nov 16 18:09:38 2002 From: retrosec at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Retro^Sec?=) Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2002 18:09:38 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Diary of a failure. Message-ID: <20021116180938.2999.qmail@web13115.mail.yahoo.com> well i failed my test again today. I turned the air inside the car blue with my bad language, and i was shaking and sweating with nerves. I fucking hate tests. One thing, when we were at school, doing written exams. You could go back and check if you'd done alright. But I've always hated practicals. Oral exams in German and later, Norwegian. Practical exam in chemistry. And then the dance exams I had. I've probably failed most practical exams I've sat. It was my own fault though, and the examiner was a pretty fair bloke, so I'm not going to blame him in some conspiracy theory paranoia. I failed FIVE BLOODY FUCKING FEET from the test centre as I returned. I thought I'd failed earlier, but he'd been good about that apparently. I thought I'd hit the kerb/ He said I'd brushed it. He said there were different degrees of hitting a kerb, and had taken my side on that. But I couldn't really hear what he was saying. I was just thinking "Shit. Thats another £50 I'll have to fork out to get my license". I've spent well over £200 on tests alone. No idea what the lessons have cost me. I could have bought a car probably, for the total value. Or a plane. Yeah. Learn to fly, girl, learn to fly. At least then you won't get caught up in traffic jams. I'm not as gutted as I was last time. I think I just went back to bed last time, and lay in bed, hating everyone. All my friends being supportive. All the people asking how I did. All the people wishing me luck. Because by failing, I knew I'd be asked, and have to sit through the same conversations a million times before the weekend was out. I knew exactly what people would say. This time, I think they know. Cos they know what I'm like when I fail. Its a case of "leave me alone." So I didn't spend the day in bed. Well, not all of it. My disappointment isn't as bad as it was last time. Although - AND THIS IS FUCKING PATHETIC - i was watching new nutrigrain advert, and it had this woman washing her car and then it started to rain and shes thinking "typical". And I felt a bit sad - I want a car to wash*. right well. there you go. Stop wishing me luck those of you that do. You're bloody jinxing me with your bad luck ways. love idles * A car of my own, I am not offering myself for car washing. A car I can own, drive, and curse when it does things wrong and costs me a fortune to get fixed. Maybe by the time I pass they'll have an even newer model of the little hot clio I want. ===== http://retrosec.blogspot.com/ thoughts __________________________________________________ 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 retrosec at xxx.uk Sat Nov 16 18:09:41 2002 From: retrosec at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Retro^Sec?=) Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2002 18:09:41 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Diary of a failure. Message-ID: <20021116180941.96246.qmail@web13106.mail.yahoo.com> well i failed my test again today. I turned the air inside the car blue with my bad language, and i was shaking and sweating with nerves. I fucking hate tests. One thing, when we were at school, doing written exams. You could go back and check if you'd done alright. But I've always hated practicals. Oral exams in German and later, Norwegian. Practical exam in chemistry. And then the dance exams I had. I've probably failed most practical exams I've sat. It was my own fault though, and the examiner was a pretty fair bloke, so I'm not going to blame him in some conspiracy theory paranoia. I failed FIVE BLOODY FUCKING FEET from the test centre as I returned. I thought I'd failed earlier, but he'd been good about that apparently. I thought I'd hit the kerb/ He said I'd brushed it. He said there were different degrees of hitting a kerb, and had taken my side on that. But I couldn't really hear what he was saying. I was just thinking "Shit. Thats another £50 I'll have to fork out to get my license". I've spent well over £200 on tests alone. No idea what the lessons have cost me. I could have bought a car probably, for the total value. Or a plane. Yeah. Learn to fly, girl, learn to fly. At least then you won't get caught up in traffic jams. I'm not as gutted as I was last time. I think I just went back to bed last time, and lay in bed, hating everyone. All my friends being supportive. All the people asking how I did. All the people wishing me luck. Because by failing, I knew I'd be asked, and have to sit through the same conversations a million times before the weekend was out. I knew exactly what people would say. This time, I think they know. Cos they know what I'm like when I fail. Its a case of "leave me alone." So I didn't spend the day in bed. Well, not all of it. My disappointment isn't as bad as it was last time. Although - AND THIS IS FUCKING PATHETIC - i was watching new nutrigrain advert, and it had this woman washing her car and then it started to rain and shes thinking "typical". And I felt a bit sad - I want a car to wash*. right well. there you go. Stop wishing me luck those of you that do. You're bloody jinxing me with your bad luck ways. love idles * A car of my own, I am not offering myself for car washing. A car I can own, drive, and curse when it does things wrong and costs me a fortune to get fixed. Maybe by the time I pass they'll have an even newer model of the little hot clio I want. ===== http://retrosec.blogspot.com/ thoughts __________________________________________________ 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 ianwatsonuk at xxx.com Mon Nov 18 00:05:11 2002 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 00:05:11 +0000 Subject: Sinister: the go-betweens!!! In-Reply-To: <000a01c28ca7$a40df380$ad5a883e@default> Message-ID: Hello! I got a copy of the new Go-Betweens album a few days ago and it's as gorgeous as you'd expect. To celebrate this new arrival, we're going to play the whole album, in its entirety, on Thursday, between 9.21pm and 10pm. Ten songs, thirty nine minutes. So if you want to hear the new album by one of the greatest bands of all time, then turn up early! I've added a few things to the site. (a) Some more scribblings on the weblog. (b) A piece about the making of the new Go-Betweens album, written by Robert Forster himself! That's about it. How Does It Feel To Be Loved? is this Thursday, Nov 21st, at the Buffalo Bars, under the Famous Cock Tavern, next to Highbury & Islington tube, 9pm-2am, £3, guest DJ is The Legend! There are still a few places left to be won on the guest list, so if you want to get in for free, just write back, completing the phrase "oh, go on..." The website is at http://www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk See you Thursday! x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From gettingfurtheraway at xxx.com Mon Nov 18 03:51:31 2002 From: gettingfurtheraway at xxx.com (dagnyrae) Date: Sun, 17 Nov 2002 19:51:31 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: but she walks with a limp. Message-ID: <20021118035131.64293.qmail@web10703.mail.yahoo.com> i told richard i didn't know as whom i should post. i am still lost on that, and i feel old and out-of-practice, that sheep who strayed just far enough from the flock to be a member still, but not part of the whole. ya'll be hooked up now, and here i am, as hopeful as ever, i suppose, but with a thousand different identities and not one i can grasp. huh. looks like i'm to be me after all. *** i wrote a poem once about tiles on a bathroom floor. how, if you look at them long enough with an unfixed gaze, the grout lines between sort of dissolve. eyes playing tricks on the seer, i guess; at least it happens to me. i was in the same tiled bathroom tonight, the same one i wrote about, and i looked for a minute or two at the tiles, thinking how perhaps all life is like a tiled floor, small separate pieces held together in this great chalky mass of solidarity. and it looks new and even when freshly grouted; then, after a while, the grout wears away, the pieces look disjointed and some of them just fall away. i'd like to think the moments i have, though, are not uniformly shaped and spaced. though my grouted base is measurable and ending, my moments aren't, shall we say, communistic in nature. they are not all equal. but they are not all less important. *** when the boy got to my apartment last night i was searching my drawers for a pair of knee socks. argyle, to be sure. but the brown and orange didn't fit, for some odd reason, so i went with the gray and white, big, high-contrast diamonds curving around my calves -- i felt conspicuous. all the recent talk of patterned stockings has gotten me thinking about my unmentionables drawer: hot pink stockings, brown and black striped, two kinds of rainbow-striped knee socks, white, navy, gray, black lace and a multitude of faux-lacy flowers. cream-colored, which i wore when i met miss mandee may for the very first time (and subsequently smoked my very first dunhill). plain black, of course, pink and blue knee highs from the little girls' department and, for the very cold and crazy days, full argyle stockings. i may have a bit of a patterned problem. or at least a bit of a stocking problem. perhaps i am turning my tiles into various kinds of socks; some understated and, dare i say, typical, and most really bright, rather trendy and fairly expendable. maybe that's too generalized, though. maybe i just wish things could be as simple as socks or tiles, threads interweaving and little rows of even sqaures. *** i made a friend quiz a week ago. remember when we did those? yeah. i do. i made one again and sent it out to all my friends. the highest score was five out of ten. apparently my quiz was too hard, and people thought i liked my glasses more than my blue chuck taylors. question number two: how many boys have i dated (meaning: how many boys would say they have dated me)? question number three: ok, so with how many boys have i gone on dates? both multiple choice. i had to count out myself for number three. i got out my red editing pen and a note card and make tick marks as i counted off the names in my head. twenty-one. now twenty-two, i guess, and that reminds me of a good life song. i kind of miss those twenty-one dates, when i woke up the morning of and picked out a skirt and a pair of cream-colored tights. is it bad to say i kind of miss the dates in january? i kind of miss chicago in may, too. does that mean i miss my old life? or is there a difference between then and now? between all the twenty-one and the new number twenty-two? or is it all just the same after all, the same tiles in the same floor, the same size and shape and color, just in a different spot with an exact measurement and boundary. maybe i am not a thousand names. maybe i am just one. well. fuck. nevermind. *rae (thanking fuck for the end and ken.) __________________________________________________ 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 innerlemming at xxx.com Mon Nov 18 05:05:52 2002 From: innerlemming at xxx.com (laurel lemming) Date: Sun, 17 Nov 2002 21:05:52 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: la la la, happy bunny subject line Message-ID: <20021118050552.58214.qmail@web41012.mail.yahoo.com> "we were more fey than a box full of pink bunnies." why do I have that sentence in my head? I've done Google searches and sinister searches, and still I can't find it. if anyone knows, please mail me. love, lem p.s. when I hear the line about "the Easter House" I think about a children's book in German I think I read once called "esterhazy" about a bunny, because I like the sound of it. p.p.s. bunnies have twitchy noses. -the end- __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Web Hosting - Let the expert host your site http://webhosting.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 shop at xxx.net Mon Nov 18 15:47:09 2002 From: shop at xxx.net (Katrina House) Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 15:47:09 -0000 Subject: Sinister: richard @ smile birthday party Message-ID: <05f201c28f19$d0a95d70$0400a8c0@katrina> Richard Colburn will be DJ'ing @ the Smile 9th Birthday party on Saturday 30th November 2002. As ever it'll be held @ The Star & Garter Fairfield St Piccadilly Manchester. Times are 10pm - 3am and admission is £3. They are not doing advance tickets this time but are advising people to get down early to avoid the disappointment of not getting in !! cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop at banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From boyincorduroy at xxx.com Mon Nov 18 16:24:55 2002 From: boyincorduroy at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mark=20Casarotto?=) Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 16:24:55 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: it's a big prick, actually Message-ID: <20021118162455.18346.qmail@web10409.mail.yahoo.com> Inspiration-struck in a Sinister post! This doesn’t happen very often these days, which is why people like Lucy Alder and Peter Jones Miller need to keep posting links back to the good old days. Basically, the term “Chris Leonard” into the Sinister search engine will always produce the required results. As will “Lucy Alder”, for that matter. Peter Jones is taken as read. It occurred to me as I was washing up that one of the joys of sinister, and something that must take a lot of credit for it reaching it’s second half of its first decade, is how people actually feel able to be NICE to one another. Yes, we can be cloyingly twee and winsome at times (sometimes a bad thing, often not), but on the plus side it means that we also can say “I think you’re fab!” to people we may or may not have met. This is pretty good, I think, and I wish more people in my life could get out of the macho, defensive, hard-nosed boiler suit into which they’ve zipped themselves shut. Or at least let others (fetishists, presumably) in there with them. I gave blood this morning, and was disgusted with myself when the nurse told me it was my first time in three years. Free packet o' crisps though! Furthering the niceness tip, do many Sinisterines do this? They really should, especially you O negative types out there. Go on, it’s only a little prick (and how many times have you heard that before? Oh, my sides). It only remains for me to say that I seem to have knots in my (head) hair. What the fuck? Love and cholera, 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. 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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 elvirap at xxx.es Mon Nov 18 17:16:12 2002 From: elvirap at xxx.es (Elvira Pulido) Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 17:16:12 GMT Subject: Sinister: Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 18:15:44 +0100 Message-ID: <004101c28f26$2291b9a0$ea3dd696@ugr.es> hi all i've just heard on the radio a version of the Kylie Minogue 'can't get you out of my head' by... flaming lips. Odd. Very odd. love, elvira +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Nov 18 17:14:49 2002 From: anakin_sky at xxx.net (anakin_sky at xxx.net) Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 18:14:49 +0100 (MET) Subject: Sinister: smile Message-ID: <21962.1037639689@www10.gmx.net> hey manc sinister massive (probably not so massive), any of you going to the star & garter on saturday? would be nice to finally meet fellow listees... ruth? jo? anyone? see you soon, hopefully, anne. -- +++ GMX - Mail, Messaging & more http://www.gmx.net +++ NEU: Mit GMX ins Internet. Rund um die Uhr für 1 ct/ Min. surfen! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Tue Nov 19 10:29:50 2002 From: peterstiff at xxx.com (Peter Stiff) Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2002 10:29:50 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 18:15:44 +0100 Message-ID: hey, thats not odd or very odd... its fantastic! just shows how great the Flaming Lips really are covering the mighty minogue. anyways belle and sebastian... who lives in Sheffield??? and who's going to the Belle and Sebastian Offbeat special on friday night??? is anyone acctually going to turn up? cheers peter. >From: "Elvira Pulido" >Reply-To: "Elvira Pulido" >To: "sinister" >Subject: Sinister: Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 18:15:44 +0100 >Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 17:16:12 GMT > >hi all > >i've just heard on the radio a version of the Kylie Minogue 'can't get you >out of my head' by... flaming lips. Odd. Very odd. > >love, >elvira > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe > send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to > majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister > +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ > +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ > +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ > +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ > +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ > +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ > +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? 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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 Nov 20 04:13:39 2002 From: flynn60102 at xxx.com (Raymond Humphrey) Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2002 20:13:39 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: nothing dreamy just a question Message-ID: <20021120041339.88295.qmail@web12505.mail.yahoo.com> Good evening from the midwest. How are ya all doin out there in sini-land? HOpefully all is well in the kingdom. Things are well here. Just a quick note, I moved to a new location in Illinois, now it's the booming mecca of McHenry. A nice little town near the border of Illinois and Wisconsin, about an hour or so away from the big city of Chicago. It's a nice place....pretty bit actually. I have a nice size room to keep my crap and a wonderful sun room attached to it. It's a pretty cozy spot tucked into a neighborhood full of retirees. Oh except for the Plutshaks who live across the street. Middle aged couple who are just hilarious....Joan is a nurse in a local doctors office and John is a computer consultant who brews some wickedly good beer in his basement. Not a bad bunch. I do have to make sure I"m careful with dressing and stuff like that because there are windows everywhere. I'd hate to give some poor old lady a heart attack while changing into something more comfortable..hahahahaha...ICK! I never had a chance to give you all a review of my trip to the uk from september. Here it is in a nutshell.....I had a great time. Got to spend a few days in the north hanging with punk rock lesbian girls. If any of you know of a little redheaded girl from Manchester who does little cheers before some of the rock shows up there. Tell her she's a Dugar. One more thing here. Anyone heard of a band called the Scotland Yard Gospel Choir? I heard them on the radio last week and they had one of them B&S type of styles. Dreamy, folky, psycadelic, cheeky and just plain good. They are from Chicago I believe. I'm not affiliated with them but you all might wanna give them a chance. I won't send the link to their site in this mail but if ya can't find them on the net give me a mail and I'll send you a link. I must go back to work here...but I hope you all have a good holiday and what not. Ciao and stuff Raymond "oh crap i just blew my alias" Humphrey formerly known as howie shady...damnit damnit damnit ===== "I'm gonna be an international pop sensation" __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Web Hosting - Let the expert host your site http://webhosting.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 BBaron at xxx.edu Wed Nov 20 07:15:27 2002 From: BBaron at xxx.edu (Bradley Baron) Date: Wed, 20 Nov 2002 07:15:27 GMT Subject: Sinister: Date: Wed, 20 Nov 2002 01:14:51 -0600 Message-ID: <5F04314452849C4A81CAEE52BC635BD6488F25@mary.luthersem.edu> I'd like to thank you all in this public forum a good read on a daily basis for the past... x-years. I love when it gets pratty, if that's a word. I wrote a novel, poem and play and am writing more of each. I am writing wondering if anyone knows where I might be able to find a list of European picnics in the Summer of 2000? I would be very, very thankful for such information. Best regards, Brad Baron If you are feeling curious, my works are at www.bradbaron.com I think you're al1 4stars fortunate, keep up the good writing. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From lleweth at xxx.com Wed Nov 20 13:58:50 2002 From: lleweth at xxx.com (Laura Llew) Date: Wed, 20 Nov 2002 13:58:50 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Sinister Christmas Present Exchange: Part The Second (Deadline: Monday the 25th) Message-ID: Boston, October 1999. While walking through the Italian section of the city with my friend Lizzyborden, a man rushes up to Lizzy thrusts a dollar into her hand while whispering,"Just buy it." For two seconds we're a bit dazed, until we see the curly black haired girl toddling behind him asking if we would like to buy a paper hat. Lizzy gives her the dollar, takes the hat, and kind of dances around as the girl beams happily while clapping. It was probably the most adorable thing I've ever witnessed. Ok, so was that sappy enough for you sentimental sinister suckahs? I'm just trying to motivate, inspire, and remind you about the Sinister Christmas Exchange. Miss Maddie Minx Elfkin and I have decided that the deadline to give us your information will be this coming up Monday November 25th (though we would naturally like it in as soon as you can get it to us). Then, hopefully, we shall have e-mailed everyone their exchange partners by Thursdayish. If you're clueless to what I'm referring to, you can review the original posts at: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/latest/msg00036.html and http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/latest/msg00048.html The main gist is that if you want to participate in the sinister christmas exchange please e-mail me at Lleweth at hotmail.com your: * Name * Full Address * The number of presents you would like to send out (since it will correspond with the presents you will receive) and * Whether you have a preference of sending to someone inside your country or not as foreign mailing can get right pricey and I have great respect for you cheap bastards out there. If geography makes no difference, then there's no need to mention anything. Also, please don't hesitate to e-mail me if you have any questions, concerns, or chocolate covered boys you want to get off your hands. yours, Laura PS - I've decided that if I ever go to a sinister event that I want to be sexuality cups present. See: http://www.joannou.net/petullant/sexualitycupsfull.jpg PPS - Two sinisterines took me up on my offer to come visit me while I had the looming farm house to myself during the autumn and it was *fantastic* Thus, I'm sending much love out to them - especially to Jay EckArd who is the other native NC-er on the list even if he lives five hours from me. *sniff* PPPS - The whole reason I wrote this post was to say that the DEADLINE FOR THE CHRISTMAS EXCHANGE IS THIS COMING UP MONDAY. There. Point made. _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Wed Nov 20 17:56:04 2002 From: ianwatsonuk at xxx.com (Ian Watson) Date: Wed, 20 Nov 2002 17:56:04 +0000 Subject: Sinister: i am listening... In-Reply-To: Message-ID: ...to the Teardrop Explodes right now. I'm going to be late for my Spanish class again, I just know it... +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From john at xxx.uk Wed Nov 20 22:28:45 2002 From: john at xxx.uk (John Jennings) Date: Wed, 20 Nov 2002 22:28:45 +0000 Subject: Sinister: And is that a medical condition? Message-ID: <3DDC0C9D.90906@ilonline.co.uk> I've been told not to start posts with 'ooh hasn't it been a long time since i last posted, let me spend the next two paragraphs working out how long it was'. I don't think I ever did that, but I've been told off for it anyway, and now I feel like I'm going against authority somewhat. Urgle. So crikey, hasn't it been a long time... The delgados were in leicester a week and a half ago and they were fantastic and very nice and talkative and i'm still rather excited about that... to show this i intend to keep my paragraphs short to show a sense of urgency.. because i live in leicester, its a showbiz place now y'know.. i have people to go and... erm... talk to. >Furthering the niceness tip, do many Sinisterines do this? Asked young mark. He was talking about giving blood. Well I did a few weeks ago.. It wasn't as painful as I thought it was going to be but you can still get a fairly large amount of sympathy when you show your plaster... I was a wee bit embarrassed about all the questions they asked me ("well... no... kinda... yes... well") and then I received my blood card thingy in the post this morning and it turns out I'm A positive. Plain old run of the mill A positive. Well I won't be doing that again. Hmph. Have people been noticing that the belle people have been doing pages and pages of questions and answers over the past few weeks? I was very impressed that they've been working hard at it... Erm... I'm not actually going to make a witty point about it... i was just saying.... I know sinister seems to be somewhat above record recommendations now, but I'm going to make one anyway, because if you don't have the geographic compilation 'you don't need darkness to do what you think is right' by now, you really ought to go and get it. Roight then, I've made a mark on the world of sinister, i shall descend back into lurkerdom. I have to make one of these token posts every so often. I think its insecurity. Crikey. JP x +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From bashpoo at xxx.com Wed Nov 20 23:26:26 2002 From: bashpoo at xxx.com (poOoOo *) Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2002 10:26:26 +1100 Subject: Sinister: sydney kids.. Message-ID: for those in sydney, australia.. popfrenzy's night, recess is going to be playing more than usual amount of belle and sebastian this friday night (they just am for some reason).. it's courtesy of "The Material".. Recess recently moved to the Palace Hotel in Darlinghurst (cnr of sth dowling and flinders).. still free entry and finishing around 1am. cheers! *poOOooOOo the site is this http://hop.across.to/popfrenzy _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jlhill81 at xxx.com Thu Nov 21 02:56:28 2002 From: jlhill81 at xxx.com (Joanne Hill) Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2002 02:56:28 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Offbeat, Coupland, lost friends Message-ID: Another new Sinister member...that's me then. I'm Joanne and I'm from Macclesfield (in true Blind Date style) but this year I'm in Toronto, university year abroad thingy...I 'normally' go to Warwick Uni...I'm on the exec of Offbeat there, the original and not-so-superior. I wish I had an amazing story to tell, about anything, but I've not really. I wanted to talk about how I began to love Belle & Sebastian. It was only about two years ago, I'm a bit of a late starter when it comes to music, I had no friends at school who liked anything resembling indie/alternative - although we did have a thing for folk, and Cropredy festival in August. I had a friend called John Camm at work in Canterbury, he was about four years older, and had just finished his final year at the University if Kent. He invited me round to his one summer day. I was seriously hungover and tired from a party the night before, but i went anyway. It was from a conversation about folk, about Fairport Convention, which led onto Nick Drake, because some of the Fairport contingent play on Bryter Layter, and from there it was a short step to B&S. I think he was quite excited about his recent purchase of Fold Your Hands Child... so he put it on the stereo. I promptly fell in love with 'Women's Realm' and 'The Model' but it was a few months before I bought my own copy. By then I had been taken in by the warm (but glittery) arms of Offbeat, and had lost touch with John. Actually I never saw him again after that day of Belle & Sebastian. He had lent me a Douglas Coupland novel, but after that disappeared without a trace - back home I assume, somewhere near Southampton. I tried, really, to get his book back to him, it only took me a day to read, but wherever he was it wasn't Canterbury. Now if he is lamenting the loss of that book then well, he could have called me. But I guess he is the one to thank for leading me eventually here. Perhaps I should end here, for now. Going to the Silver Dollar on Spadina Ave this evening for live bluegrass. Any Toronto people, convince me that Canadians are friendly types, I always need more friends... Joanne _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From charismarisa at xxx.com Thu Nov 21 08:51:16 2002 From: charismarisa at xxx.com (marisa stroud) Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2002 03:51:16 -0500 Subject: Sinister: maybe it's just me... Message-ID: I have a friend that sings while he�s walking. Just walks around, singing. I sing with him when it�s dark. Otherwise, I sing in my head. Except in my Monday morning Socialism in 20th Century Canada seminar. Since it�s a class about socialism, it understandably has a lot to do with Marxism. And I don�t know about you, but whenever anyone says �Marx and Engles�, I think of Belle and Sebastian. *amusing anecdotal aside: my boyfriend bought me the Waking Up To Us ep last December when I was feeling really sick. My best friend was visiting me in Glasgow, but wasn�t present when he presented me with my present. Later when she did see it, she thought he�d scanned in a picture of me with a dog and made his own cover art. Apparently I look like eerily like that picture of part of Sarah�s face. End aside* My Monday morning socialism seminar is three hours long. The first hour and a half is usually a lecture from our cute little prof (he looks like the kind of grandad that takes you out apple-picking in the fall and teaches you about recycling). Then we break up into groups and do some kind of analysis work. It is usually then I start to space out and try to sing �Marx and Engles� quietly to myself which, if you�ve tried, you�ll know is very hard to sing discreetly. So I think the girl that sits next to me thinks I�m nutty as a fruitcake. *are fruitcakes even nutty? I�ve never had one, perhaps because I�m afraid it�ll have nuts in it and I�d have to jab that epipen thing in my thigh. It looks scary and hurty, and I don�t want to have to try it. So I stay away from nuts and, consequently, fruitcake, thus exacerbating my ignorance of the ingredients therein* That class has taught me that I�m not cut out to be a revolutionary. You have to be too angry at too many people for too much of the time. Also, I just wanna make necklaces out of interesting rocks and glue seashells to picture frames. I took the Twee Test recently. I wasn�t sure if they were going to email me back, but they did. The subject line said, �your tweeness�. I thought it was a royal salute. It might as well have been. �You are 74% twee. That is quite twee. Well done.� There you are, boys and girls. Certified twee as fuck. I think I should change the end of the song to reflect My Tweeness. �She�s writing in the style / Of any quiet grrrl�� There. That sounds a bit better to twee. I mean me. marisa. _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: smart spam protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From birosaregreat at xxx.com Thu Nov 21 14:12:06 2002 From: birosaregreat at xxx.com (James Danson-Hatcher) Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2002 14:12:06 +0000 Subject: No subject Message-ID: Hello sinister. I am your Tourist Information Service and as such I'm going to use my authority upon you all: "go and visit Warsaw". I'm a pretty crap person to take up this role as I know very little about the place but I am filled to the eyeballs with enthusiasm to tell everyone about it so. 30th of October After a stay in Hackney with the (silent on sinister:( Ali+Alex, they sent me on my way with packed lunch in hand and hangover in head to fight a path through London's well filled tube with my ENORMOUS bag of stuff and burst though Victoria's automatic doors to look for a bus with no name. The bus with no name had been a concern since I first found out about it a week before when I rang up and spoke to the particularly unhelpful travel agent. After confirming when I wanted to go and where to, I asked her what time to expect said bus and what it company I had to look for. "I don't know, just get there early" she said, her staightened northern accent momentarily braking to reveal it's rougher edge. Back to the present day I had very little trouble finding the bus as the time had infact been printed on my ticket and the bus was clear to see as the one surrounded by frighteningly good looking people who stood out a mile against the backdrop on Londoners. My mind was sent back to the last time I was in this situation, in February, when lost in central Poland's Wroclaw bus station. The station had tens of coffee machines dotted about the place and I remembered thinking how much happier the beautiful people would be if they were replaced with Martini despensers. My Anglo-Polish was not all it could have been but enough passed between me and the driver. He bundled me aboard and ran in a LeMans24hour stylee to his seat before taking off at some pace over Vauxhall bridge towards Dover. It was at about this time that I got into deep prayer for the safety of my legs, it went like this: "Dear God, don't let the woman sitting before me discover the joys of the reclining bus seat" repeated every few minutes. I think it worked, as she was very still until we stopped in a German service station for a few minutes. Everyone shot off to the shop,bought up a years worth of cigarettes and manged to squeeze about five smokes into the 15 minute period before getting back in the tin-can-with-wheels. Whereupon the woman sitting in front of me got into an eqivilant of seated DDR, giggling with amusement that her seat not only went back and forth but also sideways, my knees dodged the hard edge of the seat-back tray and it missed by a small ammount each time. It was some hours(days?) later that the bus got to the outskirts of Warszawa, instantly plunging into the sort of traffic jam that preludes a big city. Not a bad thing, I got to play a fave game of gazing dearly at eastern european cars for an hour. Of course we would be late, about 6 hours as it turned out and Ola, sensably, thought better than to wait around getting herself bitten by the cold on the off chance that I may turn up at sometime. Then my phone set it's self to sleep(for the rest of the week) and through no fault of their own I'd no luck with the station's payphones. HMMM, in my usual state of *organisation* whilst abroad, I was running low on ideas. I walked to the centre, towards a tourist info place that one of my books had mentioned as the place to go to find help. I don't know wheather it was still open at that time but don't really car ether because on my way there I heard the blessed sound of Liverpudlian. Not usually the source of excitment, today was different and the man was probably a little shaken after my burst of "HelloyoujustspokeEnglish,haveyougotaphone?pleasecanIborrowit?I'minamessetcetc.." but being a total star he let me use it and soon after I was explaning myself to Miss Lalala, her voice coming down the phone like a big flashy lighthouse to me lost in a storm. Needless to say, after such a long trip it was brill to finally get there and to not be sleeping on the streets, I was made very at home. Ola's flat even having a view of the massive Palace of culture from the balcony, which was my one big must see in Warszawa. If I was an itinery sort of person then I'd have had "Go and see the Palace of Culture" written at the top of the page in gold leaf ink with additional flourecent highlighting underneath. Returning once again to my Tourist Information Person persona I think you should all know that it was well worth seeing, later on in the week we went upto the 30th floor of the sandstone monster, which was a very long way up and the lifts were so quick you felt really light when they came to a stop high in the sky. Really its the history behind it thats interesting...(forgive me the odd mistake) After the war when Poland came under Communist rule, Stalin and his party thought it'd be great if they were to build 8 of these palaces over their empire in a show of power to the west with their Empire State and Crysler Buildings and a show of control to the people of the countries within. The largest is this one in the centre on Warsaw and looking at it even today it casts a huge imposing message across the city. Go see it!! Throughout the week Ola was a mega guide to have, one night we went to a club to try my first ever Carambola:), it's a liquor made from starfruits and we had it with grapefruit juice to start with. With this it's like a refreshing alcopop with added alco and pop that soon had us with designs on a whole bottle of the stuff. Seeing that we were potential addicts, the barman reappeared and shuffled two more Carambola based drinks our way. These were cloudy pink and had the grapefruit kicked out in place of rum, mmmmmmm. Lovely,more alco and less pop, we continued our Carambola journey with the original mixture before braving the very cold outside and running for/after the bus. It was pretty ****ing cold the next night aswell when we went to see a display of Yann Artuss-Bertrand's "Earth from the Air" photos that were stuck on the fence of this huge park. It's a really good idea to put them there, out of the galleries and onto the street as you hear so many people promising. Brilliant pictures too, not just aerial photography, but each of the hundred odd pictures a proper piece of art in it's own right. We both agree that flying about the world taking pictures and money for them is a pretty good job to have. Again the warmth of public transport was fully appreciated on the homeward tram. And while I was there it was Halloween! A party had been organised at Ola's flat, thankfully almost everyone dressed up, with a Warrior Queen being a memorable sight among throngs of witch's and carpet-wearing-people-with-sticks. I've never seen so many different Vodkas in my life, some yummy, some repulsive, all responsable for me staying in bed til late the next day. Met lot's of new and old friends though, among the sinister flock were Kamil(forgive me the spelling) hello! and Maja, hello! And all to soon it was time to go home:( Not quite home though! Seeing the Lord Major's fireworks on the Thames was a fitting end to my holiday. Thank you Ali+Alex for letting me live in Hackney and ride on 38 buses and be a Londoner for a bit. But now I am home, winter in wife-swapping Broughton-Astley is not looking much fun, but far better for the Polish trip :) James. _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Thu Nov 21 14:28:02 2002 From: kenneth.chu at xxx.org (kenneth.chu at xxx.org) Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2002 14:28:02 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Reporting back to us (the bowlers have arrived) Message-ID: Alwight me ol chinas? Hope you're all doing well. And also, are you ready boys and girls? Because REPORTING BACK is BACK! Sunday was a day of fun and adventure, as you all know, it was the day of BOWLING WEEKENDER. As the Stakes were high, I prepared myself first by murdering half a cow, and then half a colony of cockroaches before claiming that I was the greatest guitar player in the world (a claim which was to be disproved later). This was before actually BOWLING. Later on at 3:30pm, the crowd gathered outside Finsbury Park bowling centre, where bowling happens. Amongst the crowd were the lovebirds, and a few of those who love birds. We were having a swift pint at the bar when we were approached by "The Field Marshall", that was when bowling begun. Two games of entralling bowling were played, there were moments of skills, and also almost fall-outs, and when we got asked for our "small balls" by the girl next lane, The Field Marshall and The Dappers both had their minds at the gutter, in different ways. At the end Healy's "apathy" bowling style and S(SS)'s "freight train" style pleased the crowd, and they both played a good game, but the Field Marshall emerged victorious (sportingly by only one point so not to belittle the oppositions). Liz was Robbed. Later on, we went all the way to the world's end, and it was scary there. That was when we bumped into no other than DAVID BOWIE! Ziggy himself - who performed several of his hit songs during an Open Mic acoustic set. We listened to him whilst taking revenge in stories and dreaming of the time when we were on stage, and dreaming of horses. You should have seen the state I was in on Monday morning. This bowling event was quite possibly the best thing that has ever happened to sinister so far. It was so good, we went bowling again last night! But that's another story. D I G R E S S Story -> Tales -> Tails -> Bottoms -> Bosoms -> Porn -> Limp Bizkit I used to dislike Limp Bizkit a lot, but I've changed my mind recently after reading a magazine article and it revealed that Fred Durst -- who you'd think is thug of the century -- is actually an avid Harry Potter fan! During an interview, when asked of his opinions of Harry Potter and whether the media hype was getting too much. Fred exclaimed... "NO! Keep Rowling Rowling Rowling Rowling URRGH! Rowling Rowling Rowling!" Thank fuck for that. 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 spaceboydream at xxx.uk Fri Nov 22 03:14:17 2002 From: spaceboydream at xxx.uk (Paul Healy) Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 03:14:17 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I'm Rollin' wit CHU Message-ID: <3DDDA109.1010308@lycos.co.uk> The 24th November is my 24th Birthday. I'm going to the Amused Moose comedy club, which is below barcode. Come if you can, meeting 7pm at the Red lion Soho pub on corner of gt. Windmill St. and Archer st. Paul Healy my mobile 07984579335 P.S. apathy is golden Ken said claiming that I was the greatest guitar player in the world (a claim which was to be disproved later). Ken + friend (Stafano) sang Judy and the dream of Horses and The State I am In at the Worlds End Open Mic acoustic session. They weren't brillant but more enjoyable than the other performers. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From chris_t_opher at xxx.com Fri Nov 22 12:27:14 2002 From: chris_t_opher at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?chris=5Ft=5Fopher?=) Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 12:27:14 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: "whos up, whos down and whos getting a jolly good telling off" Message-ID: <20021122122714.40261.qmail@web10904.mail.yahoo.com> hello sinister i dont know why im writing.. i think mainly because the word 'manchester' appeared twice in a digest and i thought, between all the phonies and scallies, there might be some other sinister mancunians out there. i pounced on such a person (hello chica alemana!) who wasnt (that) scared by my enthusiasm. if you too fit the criteria, email me. just so i know, nothing more. sinister has changed since ive been away. or rather, ive changed and sinister just looks different. back then, everyone was grown-up and i was a wee kid. this time, i guess im grown-up and other kids are posting stuff theyll be embarassed to read in the archive in four years time. since i was away: - i somehow won the manchester treasure hunt and mumbled incoherently at struan as a result. - ive been in love, which was a nice feeling. i would even go so far as to recommend it. - ive started reading books again (wooh!) and have gone from hating catcher in the first 30 pages to loving it with 18 left. - ive realised that beautiful music isnt light-years away like it used to be. Just a decade or two. - and finally, ive panicked, fretted and wondered about where my life is heading. still, im not sure. those people who know their purpose in life, that must be pretty useful. whilst the rest of us change direction every week, they know where they want to be and can plan ahead. i write to-do lists for tomorrow but these people can write them for their entire lives. neil halstead's album is great. i like mojave 3 but his solo effort is just better on every level. other music i am liking is some leonard cohen i bought 15 months ago and only played twice in the first 14 months. also, the nick drake set has somehow found its way back to me (one of those boomerang artists, i guess). a noisy neighbour last year meant i didnt need to ever play any nick drake, i just listened three times a day through the wall. i can probably hum the bass line to his whole discography just from memory. john martyn's 'london conversations' is also an excellent album. im starting a column in a magazine i write for. its called Things That Piss Me Off and number one is sparkling water. there were at least half a dozen things that pissed me off about sparkling water, with the final one being that it doesnt taste of water, nor does it taste of anything remotely recognisable and yet it still manages to leave a nasty aftertaste for hours. i want to get something about sodastream machines in before its finished though. my hope is that the guardian will pick it up and offer me a lucrative long-term contract. piggytails has informed me that their chief rock critic used to be sinister. who knows, he might even read sinister every so often! i remember there was some even more famous listee. i think she was a model. or an actress. or maybe just some attractive girl who looked particularly good in the sinister gallery and im just making this up. who knows? yknow, ive never had hatemail. c. __________________________________________________ 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 samwaltonyeah at xxx.com Fri Nov 22 12:34:20 2002 From: samwaltonyeah at xxx.com (Sam Walton) Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 12:34:20 +0000 Subject: Sinister: friday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school. Message-ID: Hello, Sinister. I'm still here, y'know. Hi. I've just been quiet. Well, quieter. I've had a funny couple of weeks, all in all. I won't go into detail though, because I don't do blogging. ///THE BEST-LOOKING GIRLS ARE STAYING INSIDE\\\ I had a *thing* with a girl. Perhaps that should read "I had a thing *for* a girl" instead, becuase nothing actually happened. A couple of dates, then silence, then confusion, then silence - you know how it is... ..."Friends?" she offered me, only this morning, and I accepted. It was the only way to be, doncha know. ///ON THE TELLY ASM SPEAKS TO YOU LIKE GOD\\\ I'm going to be on 15-1 (for those who don't know, go here: http://www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/0-9/15to1/index.html). I don't think I'm the only person who finds this hysterically funny, either. There were some auditions near me, and I went along for a laugh, and now I'm going to be on the telly. Of course, the crucial question regards what tee-shirt to wear. This might give you an impression about the state of my life at the moment. ///WHAT WAS IT I SAW IN OLD YORK? I'M NOT THE SAME NO MORE\\\ Introducing... the York Sinister Picnic, 2003. I propose the idea of a picnic (well, a pubnic to be precise, because it *will* rain) on 4th December. I know, I know, it's a Wednesday, but it appears that the majority of the York Sinister Massive are available that afternoon, and other people from the surrounding areas can come and join us after work. Details are as follows: we will start 2:30pm in Lendal Cellars pub (on Coney Street), and continue in Lendal Cellars pub until we run out of money. Sound good? ///WE'RE REALLY SORRY FOR ALL THE TROUBLE WE'VE CAUSED\\\ My next post will probably be similar to this one: http://www.missprint.org/cgi-bin/anylistsearch.cgi?query=asm%3B+top+10&list=sinister&smode=Phrase, or this one: http://www.missprint.org/cgi-bin/anylistsearch.cgi?query=asm%3B+top+10&list=sinister&smode=Phrase, because it's That Time Of Year Again. Be vigilant, people. I love you all. Asm.x ================================ "He's strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly has a good vocabulary" - Holden Caulfield "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy" - Mary Cohen _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your e-mail with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Nov 22 13:58:00 2002 From: mr_zarabowski at xxx.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?stout=20robin?=) Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 13:58:00 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: friday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school. In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20021122135800.90538.qmail@web21505.mail.yahoo.com> Hello sam said: <> Did you know that William G Stewart, presenter of 15 to 1, was friends with Robin Askwith of Confessions of a Window Cleaner fame? He was, you know. I read it in his biography in a bookshop once. I hid the book inside a copy of Delia Smith’s How to Cook Eggs. I think we should set a few challenges for Sam to do during his appearance on the telly. Mine is to try to get him talking about Mister Askwith. Here is my plan: When you’re downing a few consolatory drinks with Mister Stewart after the show and you run out of things to say, you should casually say something like: "Hey Willy, I saw a triffic film on the telly last night. It was called Confessions of a Window Cleaner and it was the funniest thing I’ve seen for donkeys. The things a man can do with a shammy leather and a bucket of soapy water I’d never have believed." At this point, William G’s expression of dutiful boredom, which he usually wears when talking to washed up losers will turn into one of expectant curiosity. Now you’ve got his interest you could follow up your opening sentence with something like: "Oh yes, Willy, I do like a sweaty bottom" or maybe: "Oh yes, Willy, I had a BIG wank" or even just "Oh yes! Willy!" By now William G will be vigorously nodding in agreement and you’ll be getting along like best buddies. If you’re lucky he’ll start telling you about all his crazy adventures he used to have when he was a lad, like the time he decided to become a driving instructor and girls tops fell off whenever they were doing an emergency stop. After all this you could Report Back with all the funny stories William G has told you. It would be like Confessions of a Quiz Show Host. So go on Sam, don’t just do it for me - do it for Sinister! Jennings said: << >Furthering the niceness tip, do many Sinisterines do this? Asked young mark. He was talking about giving blood. Well I did a few weeks ago.. It wasn't as painful as I thought it was going to be but you can still get a fairly large amount of sympathy when you show your plaster... I was a wee bit embarrassed about all the questions they asked me ("well... no... kinda... yes... well") and then I received my blood card thingy in the post this morning and it turns out I'm A positive. Plain old run of the mill A positive. Well I won't be doing that again. Hmph. >> I’m B positive, so don’t ring me for a donation if you get your foot stuck in a Breville in a bizarre blending accident. I tried to give blood last week and the nurse asked me if I’d had any illnesses recently. I said, "Well, not really, I had a bit of a cold at the weekend but I’m over it now." and she told me that I was DISEASED and that if I gave blood then I would KILL BABIES. I thought it was a bit harsh to have gone along, altruistically willing to let old women suck blood out of my arms for the sake of the common good, only to be branded a BABY KILLER. I shouldn’t imagine it’s in the government’s NHS guidelines. Robin x ps: Does anyone know what the G in William G Stewart stands for? My money’s on Gaylord. __________________________________________________ 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 ArtsyDeco at xxx.com Fri Nov 22 14:56:09 2002 From: ArtsyDeco at xxx.com (ArtsyDeco at xxx.com) Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 09:56:09 -0500 Subject: Sinister: Just so long Message-ID: <0F120A18.1B1DB959.022DCCE6@aol.com> I'm going to go. But then I'm going to come back. Here's the thing. I'm a very different girl from the one you knew. I even look different. I'm afraid I just can't be ArtsyDeco anymore. She's not really who I am. I don't think I'll even try to get the name switched. I like the idea of being reinitiated by some time in the nursery. I was away for so long before that I think it made it strange for me to come back. And then there was the whole Peter mess. Anyways, I'm off so that I may return anew, like the effing phoenix or something. Or maybe more like a person who just needs a change. Squawk* Kara +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jk151 at xxx.uk Fri Nov 22 15:01:23 2002 From: jk151 at xxx.uk (jk151) Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 15:01:23 +0000 Subject: Sinister: paul burrel, j-lo and amelie Message-ID: <3DDE46C3.BFDEED00@york.ac.uk> Hi I'm feeling a bit guilty today, I seem to have been messing up when I really should know better. You know how it is, you are trying to do the right thing, and it turns out you have just created a right royal mess (not on a Paul Burrel Vs the Queen scale of things, obviously, but not far off). This applies not only to my new-found friends at uni (I'm a first year at york university a member of the seemingly ubiquitous york sinister massive) but also to my course, as although I enjoy it, I appear to have contracted some sort of terminal laziness when it comes to doing "proper" essays. However, at least two hours a week of my course involves watching a small man make bizarre clicking noises and generally talking with his fingers in his mouth, so I'm going to stick it out for a while longer. Er, I don't think that I'm making quite the impression I was aiming for here, I'lll try a different tack. Recently I have been: listening to a lot of pop music (if j-lo and justin timberlake can be counted as pop these days), trying to persuade 2 friends from home that they are going to be alright after both of them got dumped by their long term partners in the same week, and missing my copies of amelie and mallrats. Anyway, I think now is the time to confess my secret; my name is Jen and I like Belle and Sebastian. Yep, thats right, this is my first post, I'm sorry to trick you into reading the whole thing by adding this at the end but I couldn't take the pressure otherwise. If anyone has got this far, I thank you kindly, and I promise not to post again too soon. Jen xxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From javiersson at xxx.com Fri Nov 22 15:12:52 2002 From: javiersson at xxx.com (Javier Garcia) Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 15:12:52 +0000 Subject: Sinister: My wandering days will soon be over!!!!! Message-ID: Dear sinisters: it seems like I have something to tell you about. This is my second post, but my life has been completely empty these last months, so I have followed that rule that says: "shut up, unless you have something to say that is more beautiful than silence". But now my wondering days seem to be almost over....I FINALLY FOUND A JOB!!! I won't probably be that excited in a month, waking up early in the morning, with a lot of things to do...but dole makes me feel as a part of the furniture, d'you know what I mean? ;-) Well, the thing is that I will soon be doing interesting things, and will earn some money. And that's fine! Some weeks ago I read a many posts about the weather. I didn't write then because I hought it could be unpolite: weather was sunny and warm in Sevilla, instead of rainy and cold as in many of your places. But now I can see some clouds, and I feel a cold breeze coming through my window. Ok, 19 degrees is not cold, but we want to believe it is. I enjoy a lot these days at home, listening to bands like Bo Kaspers Orkester (try them, simply delicious) or Kent, that remind me of my time in Sweden (snif, snif...jag saknar Sverige!!!) I also wanted to tell you about Camera Obscura. What a nice band it is! I got the CD a month ago, and I really like it. Yesterday night I was watching TeleMadrid, and they were interviewing a girl and a bout. I fell in love with her eyes, and the sweetness of her voice. And he was a bit strange, he dressed a bit like Jarvis Cocker, and I thought he was speaking german. Well, he wasn't, but his accent was strong and I could hardly understand him. They were two members of Camera Obscura, and they played a couple of songs live afterwards. The sound was very good, I enjoyed a lot. But they were extremely quiet on stage. None of them moved at all, they seemed to have lost their souls. It was strange, warm music, cold people (apparently). But I liked them, and I think you all would. Well, now I have to leave you for a while. It's raining, and, as we say, "La lluvia en Sevilla / es una maravilla", so I don't want to miss it. Take care, be nice to everyone, enjoy every second of your time, and fill it with music. Of course, listen to at least a B&S song everyday. It's healthy!!! Regards, //Javier _________________________________________________________________ Charla con tus amigos en línea mediante MSN Messenger: http://messenger.microsoft.com/es +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Fri Nov 22 16:21:45 2002 From: lucyalder at xxx.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Lucy=20Alder?=) Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 16:21:45 +0000 (GMT) Subject: Sinister: Boolean boolean boolean Message-ID: <20021122162145.7030.qmail@web14203.mail.yahoo.com> So, I was concerned about the Poetry Parrot. Is that a crime? I know he's an annoying little fuckwit, but that doesn't mean I don't look out for him. And if he disappears for any considerable length of time, I get in touch with the Missing Parrots Bureau. As it turns out, Daplyn's email is up the swanny at the moment. Or, at least, her tappity light box doesn't seem to like dialling S-I-N-I-S-T-E-R. So, she asked me to forward that which she wrote. And here it is. --- Daplyn Elizabeth wrote: > Subject: Boolean boolean boolean > > > ATTENTION ADULTS > > Ooh! Ken was organised and organised some bowling: this was a good > thing. > And Rowan's is dead dead close to my house, hurrah. Unfortunately, I > failed > to feed people tea and cake, but just went to the pub and played rubbish > pool after being rubbish at bowling. Also, the Red Bull Dozers had > their > live debut in the form of Ken and Stefano performing a song close to our > hearts. > > MON AMOUR TOKYO > > Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I heard the vague whisper of a rumour > about > a certain fantastical fowl being sent my way. I do hope it wasn't true. > > But what's this? No sooner do I come back from lunch and get stuck > into > some nice satisfying shredding, standing gazing vaguely into space and > thinking fondly about the rainy train journey to Portsmouth I'll be > undertaking this evening, than there's an almighty crash at the > stationery > room window. I peek through the blinds to find an infuriated and wet, > but > still gaudy, parrot clinging just barely to the inadequate windowsill. > > "Ach, ye dozy hen, let us in then! Ah'm bluidy freezin' ma feathurs > off > oot here." I flip the latch and let the bedraggled bird in. > > "Aye, aboot time too. Ah tell ye whut, yr lady burrds are fancy doon > here, but they don't pay any attention to a puir auld gentleman parrot. > It's no' easy bein' green. And ah had a veeeery narrow escape frum that > nuttur Stout Robin. He kept wantin' me to visit his Dairy or somesuch. > Ah'm nae fool, ah stay weel aswa' frae coos. And that Miss Madeleine, > she'll catch her deeth sitting oot on the fire escape wi' a wee guitar, > the > great hussy. Nice knickers though." > > "But when did you develop such an awfully common Glaswegian twang, oh > Poetry Parrot my old friend? Have you been hanging around with those > squirrels again?" > > "Och, ah dud that to make me sim exotic when ah wis in Australia. > Besides, they're all convicts' weans there, they appreciate a guid jock > lad > awright. Especially the lassies. OHO THE LASSIES!" > > "Quiet!" I hiss, shoving him in a cupboard with lever arch files and > post-it notes in it. "I'll get fired if they find you here." > > To pacify the beastie, I quickly typed up and printed out a couple of > nice > brief verses to feed him with. > > ----- > Perfect (On the Western Seaboard of South Uist) > > I found a pigeon's skull on the machair, > All the bones pure white and dry, and chalky, > But perfect, > Without a crack or a flaw anywhere. > > At the back, rising out of the beak, > Were domes like bubbles of thin bone, > Almost transparent, where the brains had been > That fixed the tilt of the wings. > > Hugh MacDiarmid > ----- > > And to follow, more or less after the work of Hans Holbein (Elder and > Younger): > > ----- > Portraits of Tudor Statesmen > > Surviving is keeping your eyes open, > Controlling the twitchy apparatus > Of iris, white cornea, lash and lid. > > So, the literal painter set it down - > The sharp raptorial look; strained eyeball; > And mail, ruff, bands, beard, anything, to hide > The violently vulnerable neck. > > U. A. Fanthorpe > ----- > > With that for it to chew over, I'll tape that blinkin' parrot's beak > shut > with parcel tape and package it up to forward via sneaky use of the > office > postal service to: > > Gordon > A Very Small Swimming Pool > Somewhere in Scotland > (probably) > > Don't let the parrot drink too much, he gets lairy. You should take > him > to the next Winchester Club, though, which I believe is quite soon. Cue > advert from the AlL(uc)y unit. > > BABY PORTABLE ROCK > > Tara a bit. > > Love, > Liz :x > > > ************************************************************** > This e-mail is a personal communication from the above and is > not authorised by or sent on behalf of any other person or > Organisation. > > Haringey Council cannot guarantee that any files attached to > this e-mail are free from viruses or any other program code that > may be harmful to your computer system, and as such is not > liable for any damage that may be caused as a result. > ************************************************************** > ===== The one, the only Glasgow Indie List! http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/glasgow-indie/ ************************************************** The Winchester Club http://www.geocities.com/the_winchester_club __________________________________________________ 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 ola1212 at xxx.pl Thu Nov 21 23:18:49 2002 From: ola1212 at xxx.pl (ola szkudlapska) Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 00:18:49 +0100 Subject: Sinister: "they are days that catch the sun, days like diamonds..." Message-ID: <007401c291b4$be3b66e0$43684cd5@default> ...and they sparkle in my memory, even though the actual sunny moments were few and far between. in fact, on most occasions it was the freezing wind that played the main part in the weather play. it was very excited about being the star of the performance, blowing with twice the usual vigour, so that we had to huddle together to keep warm, until the tram came, anyway... hello again dear Sinister, it seems like a while since i was last making you jaded with my ramblings, does it entitle me to do so again? mmm, hope so.. i've been thinking how the present is just the tiniest amount of 'now', the few moments that melt into the past, barely having time to actually HAPPEN. the speed at which the future turns into the present (and thus, the past!) is scary as well. especially when the present starts to seem like a set of actions you repeat without even sparing them much thought. it's really easy to get used to it, get into a rut and become bitter in the end. in a nutshell - i am not satisfied with studying politics ;) plus, i am stuck trying to make a decision what to do with my life. rant over. i was saved from thinking too much about all that by the visit of James the Star(!). although we didn't have a sinister picnic in the literal sense of the word (we would have probably frozen, had we tried ;) Miss Maja came over and it just seemed like holidays! yay. James alreasy said a lot about it, but I felt obliged to make a few corrections... :) -i am by no means a 'mega guide'. i could, however, be described as a 'mega disorganised guide', walking around the less-known-to-self parts of the city with a map(!) in hand and still managing to miss the street we were supposed to take a turn into. :) (actually, i think it had all been planned beforehand. the street temporarily disappeared, her aim being to discredit my qualifications as a guide. surely a well-devised conspiracy of some unknown forces) -you don't have to 'go see the palace of culture'. ;) in fact, it is practically impossible to find a spot in warsaw from which you CANNOT see the bloody concrete monster! to me it looks a bit like a gigantic rocket, but many warsaw people prefer to compare it to an enormous cream cake. i'm glad i don't see it like that, i would surely end up thinking about food all day long ;) *** apart from having a halloween party (the Reaper was quite prominent too, guarding the door with his huge scythe! that is until he got too hot and got rid of his costume ;) walking round the city freezing and drinking carambOLA in a club, we also saw the most hilarious film everr! i feel it's my duty to tell you about it (and James told me it's my duty to tell you about it), so now i'll just try to brainwash as many of you as i can into seeing it :) this wonderful piece of absurd cinema is 'leningrad cowboys meet moses' by Aki Kaurismäki. it's actually a sequel, but i couldn't find the first film in series in my video-rental-place (and Jim Jarmusch plays a part there!! bah) what you have to do first is strain your imagination a bit, and try to visualise a group of middle-aged men wearing colourful suits and (very ;) pointed shoes, their hair fixed into huge sort-of-spikes shooting out from their foreheads, each of them additionally equipped with a shock of a beard. yes, they are the Leningrad Cowboys, the worst rock band in the world! :-) having left their icy-cold home of siberia to get rich and famous in america, they fell victim to Tequila - a devilish drink that killed their manager Vladimir and left them strayed in a desert forgotten by mankind. when all hope seemed gone, Vladimir suddenly reappeared, claiming he was not Vladimir, but Moses - and offering to take the lost souls back to the Promised Land of home. or maybe 'offering' is not the right word. the Leningrad Cowboys were not too keen to go back to russia, they'd much rather have a second go at becoming music stars over the ocean. Vladimir, however, knew how to exert his will, so their journey back is the content of the film. the said journey is by no means monotonous, and includes events such as: -Vladimir stealing the nose of the Statue Of Liberty -ex-CIA agent joining the group, under the moniker of prophet Elijah -the group getting arested and getting out of prison (in an interesting way) -one of the Cowboys almost dying of Tequila overdose (again! naughty lads ;) and lots of similar attractions. however, it's the SONGS that made it for me. but they are quite indescribable :) honestly, the amount of pure quality nonsense in this film is so huge, that i'm quite positive Edward Lear would have enjoyed it, had he lived in the present day. i'll just add that all the actors are finnish, but they speak english with fantastically authentic russian accents, making the film all the more absurdly funny. conclusion: go see it!!! now!!! :) also, go see Múm, if you get the chance. these lovely people are sometimes described as 'the Belle and Sebastian of electronica' (content? ;) and their music is amazing in every aspect. besides, they drew pictures on my cd cover and smiled when i said 'thank you' in icelandic. so there :) love and cinnamon (and an invitation to warsaw :), ola lala +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From s4011110 at xxx.au Sat Nov 23 16:24:39 2002 From: s4011110 at xxx.au (Mr Nicholas Litzow) Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2002 02:24:39 +1000 Subject: Sinister: right or wrong Message-ID: <12365c129728.12972812365c@trinity.cc.uq.edu.au> i just don't know if i'm right or if i'm wrong, but as i sit here in the early momements of morning, still half-drunk on cheap wine, head spinning, i have an intense desire to know the answer to that question. I leave for san francisco (for 3 months) in a week. I desperately want to see all the beautiful people i know in my life before i leave. Tonight I was invited to a housewarming party through some uni people, who are all beautiful, but at the same time wanted to see my other friends, in particular one girl, who i have just started seeing. I organised to meet the latter later on in the evening. However, the uni party dragged on, people came late, people changed plans and I had no one there to go out with (to where i was to meet said very cute and very special (VCAVS) girl). Furthermore, most other friends pulled out. Was waiting for the movement out that i was promised but stagnated and didn't organise much. Meanwhile VCAVS girl sends message saying she is going home. I reply that I wish I could see her and get a vitriolic message in response. "No, I'm not going to pretend that I don't care about this stuff anymore. No reply please." At which point my world crumbles and uni party around me seems insignificant and small and lifeless. Subsequent messages (in the hope of getting voice, or better still, actual interpersonal contact) proved fruitless and, seemingly, more abraisive to said VCAVS girl. Oh sinister, i have noone to discuss this with so drunkenly i turn to you. I am at fault partly, sure, but no deserving of this surely? I have done this before, admittedly, but never thinking of consequence. It can be so hard to balance, and I just end up hurting the wrong people. I just don't know.. 'Never gonna fall in love again' as gary lightfoot says. Maybe music will soothe this feeling, this internal grinding and clenching. I might as well try. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Sat Nov 23 22:49:43 2002 From: staralful at xxx.com (Jonathan Skinner) Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2002 22:49:43 -0000 Subject: Sinister: unlike my brother who is freudian i am a jungian so there is no blaming mother today Message-ID: SO dear sinister how is every little thing? i have been until today in remarkably good form. A girl i went to school with died today of cystic fibrosos so now the whole deal of the removal takes place tomorrow and the funeral on monday etc etc The removal is always the strangest thing in the whole thing partly because i never know what to say. The whole deal of it is the coffin is laid out and the family sat on the front row and you go up and talk to them a normal one being- "sorry for your troubles" i never know what to say and i normally chicken out of saying anything and just silently shake hands. it mostly means go in talk to the family then stand talking to friends and in this case teachers then the rosary beads come out then the hearse will come and go to the church out in the country-a town land named Ovens of all things Irish society is so weird partly because in many ways it is normal and progressive like everywhere else but then you have they little traditions that have come from a different era. The suburb that i live in is semi rural. I live 10 minutes from Cork city but also 10 minutes from open country side with old church ruins and lakes and everything. So half of the people in my school were from the country so i have become more aware of partly because i had to if the different ways. The removal is a must, you have to go to it-it is considered bad form if you don't.Hell it is still tradition for all the shops to shut the doors and turn the lights off when a hearse goes by. I suppose i like it being slightly different and perhaps backward than other people-it gives us a bit of a difference. I suppose the past really does influence the present. You can't drive anywhere without reminders of the past. Old ruined cottages abbandoned since the famine , bars in the country where traditional music is played with or without tourists , ruins of monastries and catherdrals next to crannógs and fulachtai fias (from the stone age) or old battle grounds- you can't actully get away from it. i suppose it is oddly comforting to know at least that the place you live has been good enough for people for millenia and probably will be for ever. That is what i notice most when ever i am in the states. Driving though and with farms everywhere and no ruins from previous eras and towns all planned in grids and everything , it unsettles me slightly and i really don't know why i am writing any of this. Anyway so another thing i wanted to digress on. Love. does the maxim from high fidelity ring true " it is what you like , not what you are like" is compatibility say within music a must for a relationship- obviously i could never go out with a girl that likes bon jovi or what ever but do you think that it really matters what music you like or films or whether you are interested in art or photography. is full compatibility needed or could that get boring? i suppose i should really come out and say it. i won't say fallen for but a girl has come into my circle of friends and she is nice and is quite good looking and i sort of got a thing for her. But then we started chatting about music and stuff and it turns out that *gasp* horror of horrors that she does indeed like bon jovi. Long story short when i heard this is almost immedietly stopped liking her. What the hell is wrong with me? i got on fairly well with her and then suddenly i stopped liking her and started noticing other faults. which i won't list cos then i will probably seem more shallow than i actully am. It was like dominos or what ever one thing then they all collapsed. So has anyone else gone through the same thing? i hope to god at least someone else has. Um i suppose i should bring in that i am perhaps belately getting into apples in stereo and the mainstream part of me is listening and really really enjoying ben folds mostly because of the show i went to of his last month in dublin anyway i must go and do , ahh who am i kidding i have run out of things to say godspeed jonathan (oh yeah i think the ravonettes from denmark deserve and honourery mention and yes i am aware that i have spelled it wrong and various other things as well but i cannpt be bothered looking at the dictionary) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From desolation_blues at xxx.com Sun Nov 24 00:00:53 2002 From: desolation_blues at xxx.com (andrew thorpe) Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2002 00:00:53 +0000 Subject: Sinister: sad eyed lady of the lowlands Message-ID: Paint takes an awfully long time to dry, and isn�t that fun to watch, so while it does I thought I�d take this opportunity to write to you. How are you this autumn morning? I am in good spirits. I woke up this morning and leaped from my bed, to my surprise, with an eagerness I haven�t felt for a long while and at a shockingly early time. 10 o�clock may not sound like a time that would prompt phases such as �the early bird catches the worm!� from passers by with little else to do but quote useless axioms, but for me, on a Saturday morning it is quite unbelievable that I�d be in any state other then slumber. For the past couple of months I�ve been finding it very hard to sleep, even more so then usual. Recently the only way I�ve manage to break down the barrier of my endless consciousness is to turn to a rather vulgar stereotype. However according to this computer it was 11:02 when I started writing. Normally I�m still twisted inside my sweat soaked bed sheets - not up, out of bed, fully dressed, with caffeine pumping through my veins half way through an essay. Ok, that�s not entirely true � my essay only measures three paragraphs, but three great paragraphs! Sentence after sentence that have an almost poetic beauty, a fine, superb introduction, the reader is instantly hooked, their attention is fixed, you want to find out more. No! You need to find out more (which is quite an amazing feat as the essay is comparing the work of the Italian Expressionist Painter and Sculptor Amedeo Modigliani (who according to microsoft word doesn�t exist, seeing as how his name is now adored with a red squiggly line) (1884-1920) and Louis Corinth, who so far I know little of, apart from that he�s painted a very nice postcard which has been stuck to my bedroom wall for many years, although I hope by the time I reach the end of the essay that will have changed). Yet still it is only an introduction. It seems that there is only 626 words inside of me that can say about Modigliani and Corinth, that I have already exhausted all possibly avenues of interest within three paragraphs, that I have run out of ideas, out of ink. I hate writing, and yes I�m aware of the irony saying that through a letter! I suppose I just hate art history, or �contextual studies� as my college prefers to call it, don�t ask me why. True, it does have its advantages, I once impressed a girl by telling her about the effect Ancient Greek sculpture has had on modern society, that the reason we all strive, some more actively and successfully then others, to this one shape, to this one ideal can be traced directly back to Ancient Greek sculpture. But I don�t think it really impressed her all that much, and it�s far more possible that my art history lecturer was talking a load bollocks and consequently I was to her, and she knew it. But even though I have only managed a few paragraphs I suppose it�s better then being at collage, where each and every day seems to be a plaster cast of the one before. Or at least it always feels like it in the morning. I arrive in to collage at half eight, stroll through corridors, past the library and down to the cafeteria, where I purchase a disgustingly tasting and priced coffee for half an hour until I climb the cold stone staircase to the studio, where I wait to be patronised and bored till five o�clock, the only variety seem to be in which book I pick up from my bedroom floor to gulp down with my coffee. Unfortunately over the past two months there was been an unpleasant addition to this harmless routine. Each morning my bitter coffee is interrupted by the banal chatter of a history student. The girl in question is a greasy Goth that as kind friend pointed out, most likely has a crush on me. But I suspect the only reason she comes up to my table in the morning, interrupting me from my cup of coffee and book, is that she thinks I�m �cool� whatever that is. I think she like the fact that I�ve read Russian literature, that I�m an art student, that I have long hair (well long for a boy) wear clothes which differ from the almost regulation Reebok and Nike outfits of the collage, listen to bands which she has never heard of, can often appear be having vicious arguments about Marxism, globalisation, and other things which she recognises the words of yet knows little about, and even for my almost constant sarcasm. Maybe its because I can�t take a compliment, or that I at least don�t know how to react to one, but she really annoys me, especially when I start to think about it. She ambushed me again on Friday, while I was having my lunch, she talked a lot, I didn�t, like most of the conversations I�m unfortunate enough to have with her, and then she fixed me with a quizzical stare and asked me if I was gay. I haven�t laughed so long and hard in a very long time. She couldn�t see what was so funny though. From what I remember, I don�t think I actually answered her, but I think she got my message. Thinking about it again, I�m tempted to say yes. I�m glad I didn�t give her a proper answer, that I remained ambiguous. I can see why she might think such a thing; I suppose to certain people I could appear to have an effeminate manner. I�m not a lad, and I hope I never become one. I like music, I like poetry, I like art! I can some times come across as condescending - as bitchy. I have long hair, which my college buddy jokes that it makes me look like a girl, and she knows (a mistake on my part, forgetting to think before I open my mouth) I�ve just come out of a long relationship that I refuse to talk about, and is complicated, which she will no doubt hear as �complicated�. I find it offensive though that someone�s sexuality, someone�s identity can be determined from a minor list of superficial details. But the reason I don�t mind her thinking I�m gay, is not because she might now leave me alone (although I can�t deny it is an advantage, but I hope I would never do something so vulgar on purpose) or that I am secretly - it is because I�m not gay, it is because I�m straight. If she believes I�m something I�m not, if she thinks this, if she knows this then she doesn�t know me. She will then, and presumably the rest of the college in a few days time, only know a lie, like or hate a lie, but not me. I will merely turn into a figment of her imagination. Goodness, this is becoming very self-indulgent and absurd. Maybe it�s the Bob Dylan I�m listening to, but I doubt it. Don�t you think Just Like A Women, and Sad Eyed Lady OF The Lowlands are just simply beautiful songs? Although I must admit that at 11.20 mins �Sad Eyed Lady� does get a bit a repetitive, but it is still wonderful. Listening to songs like that makes me want to be able to play the guitar even more, its like this tremendous itch I want to, no, need to scratch but can�t. I�ve been listening to Blonde on Blonde quite a lot recently; I even slipped a quick sketch of the record sleeve into one of my sketchbooks. I�d gambled on the top honcho of the department having good taste, like stereotypical art lovers should, and he�d be less harsh to one of his own kind, but if he did recognise it (as my parents both did) he didn�t show it (as he didn�t make fun of me for it as my parents both did). It was part of a last ditch attempt to bulk up my portfolio for Assessment, if any scrap of paper with the slightest scrawl on it came within my eyesight I stuck it in. Assessment was last week, it last all week long � everyone is interviewed, our work is reviewed, we�re marked, and if it isn�t all there, or if it isn�t good enough you�re out. My interview was at 1.00 p.m. on Friday, it was late in the week as we were in alphabetical order, for the first time in my life I�d been truly thankful my surname is Thorpe. All week I�ve been working my balls off, trying to get everything done, trying to get it good enough. But I�d been working for the past 3 months, since college started, trying to do this, and I knew I couldn�t turn everything around in a week, but I kept on trying to. By 1.00 I hadn�t finished everything. I had the interview; I�m not sure how it went though. I hadn�t had time to arrange any of my work in any sort of order, but it seem that must of my drawing and painting work was at the top of my portfolio (there are four sections � drawing + painting, ideas, 3D, and another which is sort of like textiles but isn�t). They were very complimentary of my drawing and painting, especially my life studies. But I never know who to take compliments, from anyone, I never know who to respond, and I never know how sincere they are being, as they never seem to be sincere at all. I noticed though they, my lecturers, said less the further we got through my portfolio, I hoped it didn�t mean anything. They then started to ask me questions, about my work, which is quite easy to comment on (there is only one way to comment on it after all), and well art in general. I have lots of ideas, lots of opinions, but when I speak, especially in situations like this I suddenly have no opinions, and certainly no conviction. Once I got started, it was ok. I was standing up, they were all sitting down, which was quite weird, I�m sure all the other students had a chair. I considered sitting on the floor but I thought it wouldn�t make the right impression. The only real problem came when I�d got have way though my answer and realised I�d only heard half the question. I was talking about contemporary artists at one point, only to realise that both artist I had started to talk about were dead. Anyway I got through, everyone got through. Sometimes I wonder why I worry so. Well I reckon the paint will be dry by now. Cheerio _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From gettingfurtheraway at xxx.com Sun Nov 24 23:51:16 2002 From: gettingfurtheraway at xxx.com (dagnyrae) Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2002 15:51:16 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: if you wanna have your cake and eat it, too, and if you wanna have other people watch you while you eat it, go ahead. Message-ID: <20021124235116.15571.qmail@web10701.mail.yahoo.com> some things first: * there is a girl at the paper named scarlett herring.i find great joy in this. * someone asked about love, and what it is. mentioned high fidelity and bagged on bon jovi. i'd like to think love is a mix of what we are and what we'd like to be, what we like and what we are like. i like bright eyes. many people find bright eyes similar to the bleating of goats or other similar animals. and if i admit i like hanson as well. well. all hell might break loose. maybe this is why i have such trouble with you lot of boys and love. my unsolicited: if you stop liking someone because of his or her tastes, there's probably some other undefined reason. it wasn't meant to be. you might be shallow, but i don't think less of you for it. every rose has its thorn. * most important of these small notations: i heard from my friend bron today. some of you know her, i think. she is home. and i am happy about that. *** lately i have found myself listening to a lot of the exact same music i listened to at this time last year, though then it was for the first time, and now it is like revisiting. or trying to recapture. something like that. at any rate, i've drug out the superchunk again, and am waiting for superchunky days of snow and late century dreams, followed with i love my car and a little dose of now it's overhead. strange, the things i attach to music. i was so happy then. this time, i am still happy. i think. in a different way, to be sure, and perhaps not a better one. but who am i to rate the quality of happiness? isn't happiness just happiness all the time? does it come in different kinds and colors? should i think of it like little jolly ranchers, individually wrapped but all in the same candy dish? when the peach-flavored run out, the other flavors will do almost as well. *** my purse got stolen last night. i went to a coffee shop at home (for i was home for the weekend), and i put my glorious blue suede plus fur collar coat on a chair behind me and my bag on the seat of the chair. i was talking to this craggy older guy named mark. turns out he was to be the first person i've met yet who has the same disease as i. he held his hand out next to mine and we compared the crippling, smiling and laughing and knowing that life was just as good for us as anyone else. and i saw a kid sitting in the chair with my coat. when he got up i looked for my bag, and it was gone. generally, i'd expect myself to fall to more pieces than i did. police were called. mark and another coffee shop patron, a wonderful suburban-father-type, jumped up and ran outside to, i assume, hunt down the thief john wayne-style, retrieve my bag and save the poor little lady. turns out the thief's friend was the man sitting with my coat, and, after a bit of me saying, "i want my bag back NOW, fucker," the thief came back and returned my bag with everything in it except my cigarettes. o to have lost my nat sherman mints! the funny thing was, sitting on the corner of the street in a mini-skirt and fur, digging through old grocery receipts and check stubs, taking out my credit cards and compact and tubes of lipstick, license and magic marker and lighter from korea and mobile, i thought suddenly that everything i was at that moment was in that bag. and that everything i ever really was would be in that bag, five rectangles of plastic and a phone, all those receipts for food and cigarettes and whatever bank statements i had in there. a pen. a bunch of makeup. keys. in there: a girl, with an affinity for writing in red ink and a shitload of debt. if i lost everything last night, i would have. i would have turned over my identity, my money, my connection to everyone, my way around town and home. all those numbers and keys -- we are all that. strip us of it, and what we are then is just another naked person, without a name or number, some sort of something. without my bag i would just be a girl in a mini-skirt and unfortunate fur, holding out her hand to compare crippling with the next nameless man next to her. thank goodness i got it back. what would i do if i lost myself? where would i be? cue the pixies: thank fuck this thanksgiving if you know where you are, and who, and are happy. *rae __________________________________________________ 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 mmcneil79 at xxx.com Mon Nov 25 19:14:37 2002 From: mmcneil79 at xxx.com (Madeleine McNeil) Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2002 19:14:37 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Deadline for Christmas Exchange Message-ID: My doves, I am here in my elfin capacity to remind you all that today is the last day for signing up for the Sinister Christmas Gift Exchange. You can do this by sending your name your postal address the number of people you want to send gifts to any special preference you have, for example, if you only want to send within your country. Note: Please stop asking to be matched with rich people. Any rich people on the list have already been found and captured by the Llew and myself. Send these details to lleweth at hotmail.com. We're going to have to be rather strict with the deadline, I'm afraid. I have already pulled my hair into a tight chignon and put on my secretary glasses, just to suit the mood of strict but innuendo laden administrative type. We aim to have all the matching done by Wednesday, as then Llew is off to chase more boys and dip them in vats of melted Dairy Milk and I shall return to doing whatever I normally do. I'll be the one procrastinating and chain smoking in the corner, then. Many thanks to Dappers for her post about the poetry parrot (and her kind words about my underwear). REMEMBER, IF YOU WANT TO SIGN UP TO THE GIFT EXCHANGE YOU MUST DO IT TODAY OR MISS OUT FOREVER (or until we do it all again next year). Love Madeleine _________________________________________________________________ Help STOP SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Nov 26 04:22:39 2002 From: rfadden at xxx.com (rrrrobyn) Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2002 20:22:39 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: finding new ways of doing better than my worst Message-ID: <20021126042239.69213.qmail@web11105.mail.yahoo.com> oh, sinister... le sigh. there are shelves and shelves and shelves of books on technology in the library. biotechnology. computer technology. history of technology. it's like having a category for, like, life - everything eventually just falls into it. well, it all will one day. mwah ha. ha. anyway, several of these books are now staring their spines at me from across the room, stacked up in the way daunting things tend to be. earlier i felt that i'd accomplished something today simply by finding these books and bringing them home, but then realized that i'd actually have to *read* these books. both an exciting and sigh-inducing prospect. my roommates are watching that ya-ya sisterhood movie (fuck the whole title, yo, knives, etc.). i am having nothing to do with that. i used to enjoy a good schlock-fest, but now, and i fully blame school for this, when i watch bad hollywood romantic-drama-comedies (dramadies, i've heard them called, but this reminds me of dromedaries. and then i've got, like, pictures of sandra bullock and hugh grant on a small camel in my head (in my head!) and that just ain't right. (and seriously, i'm both relieved and horrified that some genius finally put those two together in a movie. the queen and king of romantic comedy! you'll excuse me while i leave the theatre during the trailer.)) right, so when i watch such movies now, well, it's awful. i didn't even enjoy 'sweet home alabama' a while back - it was tortuous (yet i stayed? robyn shakes her head). this all calls into question my ability to enjoy any mainstream hollywood schlock! it used to be my out! my sunday matinee unwinding, my brain-numbing 90 minute vacation from life. yet now it only serves to take me further in! when i only want out of my brain for a while. related to all this is that i saw 'punch drunk love' last week. and the people ('critics') who are calling this film a romantic comedy clearly have no understanding of definitions of terms. we all *know* what 'romantic comedy' means (see bullock/grant ref above), and, while clearly playing on this term, 'punch drunk love' is not a 'romantic comendy', not even in the most self-reflexive of senses. in fact, i love it for its lack of self-reflexiveness, how it actually goes beyond 'subverting expectations' to making the viewer (okay, me) nervous and overwhelmed b/c there are no expectations to subvert even though i really wanted them, were i to have them, to be subverted. subvert! please! but noooo, i just sat there with my eyes wide and my heart kickin' it, saying 'what?! how?!' it freaked me out. but, yes, of course, in a good way. freaky freaky movie. if i were to make movies they would probably be like that. horror movies that no one realizes are horror movies until after they're over. it's, like, the horrodramady. get ready 21st century - a new kind of horror has hit the block and it's got hilarious miscommunication and heart-felt kissing in it! er. also, i made some really good applesauce the other day (the secret is: cloves). i think it calmed me down. and also alleviated the food-wasting guilt that was coming on every time i opened the fridge to see those neglected apples i'd bought oh so long ago. aw, crap, you didn't really need to know about the applesauce, did you? i got my student loan though, so i'm going out this week to stock my empty cupboards. but i'm sure i'll buy apples again, thinking that they're cheap and good for you, and then this cycle of guilt will replay itself. ah ha, but not if i make applesauce right away! i *can* solve my own problems, after all... i'm so glad sinister exists. and i'm not just saying that b/c there's a christmas present in it for me. :) i'm saying that b/c maybe i'm thinking too much. about thinking. about things. y'think? hrm and nrr and other sounds. robyn ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden at yahoo.com Montreal, QC __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.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 christopherdjohnson at xxx.com Tue Nov 26 16:40:09 2002 From: christopherdjohnson at xxx.com (Christopher Johnson) Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2002 16:40:09 +0000 Subject: Sinister: pish Message-ID: i was never much part of the list but im leaving and wanting to go controversially: Belle and sebastian have become utter shite. i just read the q&a section on the web and i dont remember stuart ever being so twee and self absorbed. i dont remeber sarah ever talking before and now i realise how great that was! so many people have labelled them twee theyve actually become it. I will not be attending their jolly christmas party. nor will i listen to their pretty little christmas peel set. what a waste. i wish theyd split before this ever happened. then they could have released 'lord anthony' post humously and been legendary. now theyll be a wash out that im afraid i might end up embarrased to have ever listened to. Stuart said he got bored of morrissey after viva hate. well i got bored of him just there. at least morrissey observes a considered silence and spares us all from him being a bloody pansy. farewell. _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your e-mail with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From jlhill81 at xxx.com Thu Nov 28 07:42:37 2002 From: jlhill81 at xxx.com (Joanne Hill) Date: Thu, 28 Nov 2002 07:42:37 +0000 Subject: Sinister: I'm feeling so blue, cos I'm head over heels in love with you Message-ID: I've not had any Sinister posts all day so I thought I'd write one myself. This evening I went with my two new friends from Sussex uni to the Silver Dollar, its a really nice little bar near uni. It looks a complete dive from the outside and we never thought we'd go there cos it looks so dodge and is next door to a hotel that looks like it hires out rooms by the hour...but a month ago, we were told to go on a Wednesday because its bluegrass night and is very good, so we went along and have been there every week since, me and Carrie, she is nice, we get along well in one of those recently-met-but-I-think-we-might-end-up-really-good-mates kind of ways. I'm glad because it means we never run out of things to say, which is often a problem with people you don't know and don't really want to know either. We've started to recognise and sing along to a few of the songs on bluegrass night. Tom thinks that is really sad and laughed at us. Tonight he came along too, because we decided he needed a night out. I had thought it would be a good idea, but he put a dampner on things, because he started to laugh at me for liking pork, sun dried tomato, basil and parmesan sausages from Sainburys, and I got in a mood, he's always criticising something. And he just sat there, not talking, and my plan to get him to snap out of whatever is his problem didn't work. Tom is difficult sometimes, a lot of the time, and it can affect others. He enjoys his depressiveness. I also think he is being stupid at the moment because he wants to go home to England at Xmas and not come back, and I think thats a big mistake, just giving up this chance of living somewhere new for a year. Theres only five months left anyway, and Toronto is cooler than anywere I've been to in Britain. So I sat in silence ignoring Tom and watched the guitarist who looked like his heart wasn't in it tonight. He only sang one song and he sounded as bored/tired/unhappy as he looked. But the crowd didn't mind. They had a new girl bassist to look at, and some weird bloke dancing, he looked like he was on speed cos he kept rubbing and scratching his head as he was bopping along. Joanne _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 helps eliminate e-mail viruses. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked 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 Fri Nov 29 01:14:31 2002 From: jayeckard at xxx.com (Jay Eckard) Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2002 01:14:31 +0000 Subject: Sinister: The SSSS... Message-ID: Evenin' there, Sinifolks. As I sit here digesting my few meagre scraps of turkey -- there were issues, shall we say, in my getting to the family dinner -- I ruminate. I think to myself, how can I squeeze the most enjoyment of the season? For it is now the Christmas season, officially, as all of us in retail shake our heads and mutter curses to the backs of the slack-jawed customers of the world. I've had ideas, of course. But putting a party hat on Murphy the Wonder Cat and sharing a bottle of champagne with him ended, as they say, in sadness. Murphy, it seems, is a mean drunk. I have the clawmarks to prove it. My other idea has been greeted with at best laxidasical laconicity. Llew all but sneered. Jayward was unmoved. Therefore I bring it to you. Yep. I think there should be a Sinister Southern Seasonal Soiree. Our own little picnic indeed.* I'm more than willing to be the picnic mummy (would that be Maw in these parts?). Anyone who is interested can contact me. So can anyone interested in mocking me. I crave attention. I'd suggest the little burg of Chapel Hill in NC because a) I live there b) Aruni lives close by c) It seems to be the most central point from Georgia to DC and d) Ms Llaura Llew would probably be peeved if I pimped out her household without asking first. So yeah, the point: Festivity: yea or nay? *And oh yeah, babies: There will be sexuality cups. (www.joannou.net/petullant/2002_11.html) -- "The Posby falls into a Trance In which it does a little Dance." Edward Gorey _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From elenita99 at xxx.com Fri Nov 29 10:52:03 2002 From: elenita99 at xxx.com (elenita 99) Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2002 11:52:03 +0100 Subject: Sinister: Baby you can drive my car Message-ID: Hello lovelies, The very wise Mark C. wrote about giving blood saying it was a good thing to do. I do agree on this. Although last time I tried to give blood it ended up in a disaster (sensitive people skip this bit). I went to London centre, in a decided mood (doing a good thing blabla). First of all they took a little sample from my finger to test it for iron and other stuff. Apparently it was not really good, as the guy asked me if I was a veggie. So I said no (but my flatmates are, does it count?). In the end the guy said it was ok so I went next door and laid down on a bed-type thing. The nurse tried to find a vein in my left arm and gave up after three attempts, living my arm with a bruise the size of an egg and a big plaster. Next try on the right arm, after two attempts she managed to get the needle through. After 10 minutes of waiting for the bag to fill up, she told me she was sorry but my blood wasn't going down quick enough so it would be no good. So I left there with a big wrapped plaster on each arm (in the middle of July, only wearing a girlie top with no sleeves, obviously), and Mrs Trousers and Captain Robbo can confirm I looked like a drug addict who shot herself the wrong way. But yes, giving your blood is good, if your veins are better and bigger than mine then do it. I turned 23 last week. I had a big party in a bar on the right day, and it was fun and I ended up a bit drunk and everybody was happy and dancing and all. Then on Saturday some of my friends organised a "surprise birthday thing", meaning I had to be at home all ready and dressed up for 7 and wait for someone to pick me up. Scary and excited. The big surprise was that my best friend, who lives in Germany and has been telling me for a month that she couldn't be there, was sitting at the restaurant table when I came in. So I looked like an idiot for 5 minutes saying "you stupid woman I can't believe you did this I can' believe it" but I was good ad didn't cry. So it was a good birthday, and I don't really feel old or anything so that's good. I am starting to get excited about Xmas; well about Xmas shopping more exactly. I shouldn't spend lots of money but I have decided to do so anyway. I like buying presents for people, it's fun. And also I am going skiing for New Year and that is also very exciting. And I should come to London in January, more excitment. Next weeks should be very exciting! OK I'll stop being excited and go back to work. Have a lovely weekend all of you Elenaxx _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From kissingbelle at xxx.com Fri Nov 29 10:05:46 2002 From: kissingbelle at xxx.com (Belle The Confused Dog) Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2002 10:05:46 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Such a shame that I'm no longer young and carefree... Message-ID: The girl tells me it almost Christmas. I?m quite happy about that because last Christmas I got a bone and then a few days later it was my birthday and I got a football and then a few days later I burst the football and I was able to tear it to pieces for the rest of the year. It?s quite amazing how many pieces I tore it into would you believe me? 346! The girl says she felt like she had to clear up a million pieces but she does exaggerate sometimes! The girl hid the rest of my football in a big black bag and I haven?t been able to find it since. I really hope that my birthday is near to Christmas again this year because I really miss my football! Excuse me one moment that bird is squawking again? Sorry about that but I?ve just about had it up to here with that bird! Since it has found out about the band that I got my name from it starts sing as soon as the girl puts on some music by them just try to impress her. Don?t think it has worked though she still hasn?t started to call it Sebastian. Anyway back to Birthdays? I think it must be almost my birthday because a little while ago the girl said: ?you are almost two Belle it is time you started to earn your keep? I suggested I could be a model. She seemed to think that this wasn?t a bad idea until I came in from the garden one day after rolling around in the mud. She said ?I don?t think models ever look quite that messy Belle? I went off the idea of becoming a model very quickly after that because rolling around in the mud had been great fun. Then she suggested that I become a writer. Well not exactly suggested more nagged me senseless until I wrote something. I did write something and she put it on a website, which apparently has nothing to do with the spider that can walk up walls, but is something a bit like emails so you can write to lots of people at once. I wrote a few stories: http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk The girl says they are still there somewhere now, but hidden away a bit. Her and the girl who brought the chocolates and some other people have been writing things every week. The girl gets quite excited about it. Maybe even more excited than she did at Christmas when she woke me up TOO early. When I ask her why she keeps writing every week she looks a bit puzzled then seems to forget my question before getting excited again. I should go before the girl catches me writing or she will be nagging me to write for that website again. If I was you I would keep out of her way too. She is always looking for people to write things or to draw things or to photograph things. Maybe that bird is lucky that he isn?t called Sebastian after all otherwise I?m sure she would nag him to write! Love and Kisses Belle x ********** "good grief belle! Even your tongue has sand on it" I could tell she was impressed with my disguise. http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk *********** _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister at missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo at missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ From billrogers_1 at xxx.com Sat Nov 30 07:51:35 2002 From: billrogers_1 at xxx.com (Nathan Reader) Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2002 23:51:35 -0800 (PST) Subject: Sinister: De-pish & Iceland. In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20021130075135.58851.qmail@web14705.mail.yahoo.com> Hello there all of you...people, Don't worry, just a short one about a few things. First up: > "Belle and sebastian have become utter shite" No, I didn't write this, Christopher Johnson did, and yes, it is a filthy lie. Not to whinge, but I don't think that people should post stuff like this on a Belle and Sebestian fan website. I got the impression that Chris left, if so, YIPEE! I don't know what I just tried to prove, but...I don't like it. Anyhoo, in other news: 1/ If you have not yet discovered the Icelandic band Sigur Ros, do! They are fantastically beutiful, well, their music is. If you like them, them go on to discover Mum (pronounced Moom). Also from Iceland. Enjoy. 2/ I bought a Eukalalee(?) yesterday. The sound is a little...bland, but it's fun and easy to play. That's about it. Pathetic, I know, but I've just finished school (for good) so my life is a little uneventfull at the moment. Bye bye for now. P.S- About 3 months ago someone on this list (female, 16ish) e-mailed me about something, but I accidentally deleted it before I read it. The e-mail had as the subject a Radiohead lyric. If this is you, could you send it again, please? I may remember your name, but I don't right now. Lilybub?, Angel-something? BAH! P.P.S- If anyone has any questions about Sigur Ros, Mum, or acquiring a sensual sex life, e-mail me. bye. __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.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 javiersson at xxx.com Sat Nov 30 13:16:33 2002 From: javiersson at xxx.com (Javier Garcia) Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2002 13:16:33 +0000 Subject: Sinister: Sigur Ros Message-ID: Hi dear Sinisters, I just wanted to make a short post. I agree with Nathan: Sigur Ros is my last musical discovery at the moment. I was introduced to them by Gummi, a nice icelandic sinister. They really rock, theis sound is special, different, ... you have to listen to them, I am amazed by their sound, and words can hardly explain the feelings I get when I listen to that marvellous music. By the way, they have recently released an album named ( ), with no lyrics in it, as long as the singer uses his voice as another instrument. Great, none of you should miss it! Well, I think I'll go now and take a walk in the park (Parque de Maria Luisa, have you heard of?). The sun is shining, it's a beautiful day, 20 degrees in Sevilla, and I don't want to spend it in front of the screen. Have a nice day and enjoy your weekend. Yeah, yeah, of course...I'll take my Discman and listen to Sigur Ros ;-) Best wishes!! //Javier _________________________________________________________________ MSN Fotos: la forma más fácil de compartir e imprimir fotos. http://photos.msn.es/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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+