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you'd better be home soon
Tuesday, 19 May 2009 11:20 amApparently the one actual sales assistant in Telkom who is cheerful, friendly, knowledgeable, efficient and empathetic continues to be so, since he unlocked international calls within twenty minutes of me sending him a narked email, and without me having to go into the store as the UnHelpLine insisted was necessary. He also apologised. I think the FSM just touched me with his noodly appendage. Or maybe the shivery thrills are my 'flu talking, which it's doing quite loudly this morning, in an aggressive monotone.
The Daily Voice seems to have abandoned billboard poetry for the nonce, allowing my roving analytical eye to alight instead on the Sun, another noxious little tabloid, which today is evincing an interesting pattern of what I can only describe as Sudden Ellipsoid Reversal. To wit:
HER DADDY LOVED HER ... TO DEATH!
MOTHER THROWS BABY ... TO SAFETY!
Glossing right over the probably squicky circumstances of the first instance, I rather enjoy the way these headlines hoik you up, leave you dangling for an instant and then plunge you sharply into the the absolutely antithetical situation. Bonus points for breathless emphasis and narrative tension.
There's a small pile of Vital Admin on my desk, including at least one Extremely Difficult student who has thoroughly colonised my goat by mailing me daily to demand why I haven't sorted his life out yet. Once I have processed these, I'm going home. Because my 'flu demands it, and I'm feeling obedient. Also, crap.
The Daily Voice seems to have abandoned billboard poetry for the nonce, allowing my roving analytical eye to alight instead on the Sun, another noxious little tabloid, which today is evincing an interesting pattern of what I can only describe as Sudden Ellipsoid Reversal. To wit:
HER DADDY LOVED HER ... TO DEATH!
MOTHER THROWS BABY ... TO SAFETY!
Glossing right over the probably squicky circumstances of the first instance, I rather enjoy the way these headlines hoik you up, leave you dangling for an instant and then plunge you sharply into the the absolutely antithetical situation. Bonus points for breathless emphasis and narrative tension.
There's a small pile of Vital Admin on my desk, including at least one Extremely Difficult student who has thoroughly colonised my goat by mailing me daily to demand why I haven't sorted his life out yet. Once I have processed these, I'm going home. Because my 'flu demands it, and I'm feeling obedient. Also, crap.
