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It's rude not to announce yourself.

Across the world, across history (and because of it), there are rules to meeting strangers and familiars alike. Whether you raise your hand or bow your head, give your goodname or the name of the your god(s), intentions are blessed with announcements.

Next time you're too lazy to think of a line for the subject field, imagine how you feel when you receive a call to your cell phone from an unknown number. Confused. Interrupted. Irritated. Curious. Suspicious. Bewildered. Distracted. whatever your level of paranoia or curiousity, it's wasted energy. In the age of excess information, it's proactive and self preserving to want to know in advance.

If you're at a complete loss, and the brain wont' do its push-ups, do like Bouncy Know-it-alls, and say my name.

big sister is watching you

i have been warned.

"Dear Jezebel,

Your complete lack of ardour, ferver and zeal with regards to braaing
is making me troubled and upset. should you continue with your snide
comments about our national cuisine i shall be forced to braai outside
your bedroom window for twelve solid days ensuring a complete and
eternally braai-smoke flavoured jess henson.

you have been warned.

regards
the patriot.

p.s. yes. they are serious. very. damn. serious."

(um, here's what they're talking about. Vegetarians, at least, might sympathise with my lack of sympathy for the event...)