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Feb. 5th, 2007 04:36 pmThe air is thick and gritty yellow from bushfire smoke. It tastes gritty yellow. The lungs of Canberrans are turning gritty yellow. We need a new series of anti-breathing ads to match the anti-smoking ones.
Feb. 5th, 2007
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Feb. 5th, 2007 07:04 pmThe other day I had 8 telemarketers haunting me and the last two did not find the most gracious version of Gillian at the end of the phone. Just now I had a buzz on the doorbell.
"Hello"
Silence.
"Hello? Can I help you?"
"Hello. We are missionaries from the Church of Jesus..."
I didn't wait for the rest. "I'm sorry, I'm very happily Jewish. Thank you for trying."
"Have a good night."
Maybe they realised that I am very near my limit for unasked incursions. Mind you, it was the first Mormon visit (if it was Mormon - I didn't let them finish that sentence) in five years and the last one had been pretty memorable. Maybe they realised I was the same person as five years ago and were making a quick escape before I started talking about how important Orson Scott Card should be to their lives?
"Hello"
Silence.
"Hello? Can I help you?"
"Hello. We are missionaries from the Church of Jesus..."
I didn't wait for the rest. "I'm sorry, I'm very happily Jewish. Thank you for trying."
"Have a good night."
Maybe they realised that I am very near my limit for unasked incursions. Mind you, it was the first Mormon visit (if it was Mormon - I didn't let them finish that sentence) in five years and the last one had been pretty memorable. Maybe they realised I was the same person as five years ago and were making a quick escape before I started talking about how important Orson Scott Card should be to their lives?