...unless you count kicking back, watching movies, eating chicken and watermelon, and futzing around with the computer "labor."
I saw The Right Stuff, Gosford Park and Millions this afternoon and evening, and the Godfather this morning. Some of my favorites. I have to say Sept. 1 is always a little melancholy - mentally the summer comes to a close, even though we've got a few weeks to go. But out here we really think of it as "Fire season" - I hope this year isn't hellish like it was last year for fire.
[To my British readers, we don't "do" May day. Too many communists dancing around May poles. So our Labor day is always the 1st Monday in September.]
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That sums up my day. Except for the watermelon. L knew a forgot something.
Unfortunately, the highlight of my day yesterday was a run-in with a Mormon missionary in Leeds. Perhaps there's some law they have to follow that says they have to be pushy, rude and obnoxious as they chase you down the street trying to provoke you into a conversation you have no intention of having.
Stephen, it's simple. If you run in to a Mormon you tell them you're a Jehovah's witness. If you run in to a JW tell them you are a Mormon. Those two groups hate each other. You kill two birds with one stone.
There's something about Mormon missionaries that just pisses me off. Basically, it's a combination of the smugness and the waste of time. I mean, there's all manner of suffering in the world - people dying of all manner of diseases, people living in appalling poverty, people living on the streets, people struggling with mental or physical handicaps, people hit by famine, flood, all manner of natural disasters... and the best thing they can come up with to alleviate all of the suffering in the world, the very BEST thing they can do, is hang around Briggate in Leeds on a wet Monday night pestering strangers who don't want to talk to them. The level of hubris is staggering.
Stephen, Stephen, have you lost your sense of fun and adventure since you left the North American continent?
DEAR chap....this is a PRIME opportunity for you and/or friends to get in touch with performance art. Say you're rushed, but direct them to an abandoned squat the following day. [This is key, you don't want them torching your own place afterwards.] You and your friends will be ready to greet them.
Start with the room draped in black velvet and have a big pentagram on the floor with a candle at each point. Open the door dressed in a leopard skin sarong with a matching turban and fake jewel.
Insist they take their shoes off before entering.
[Chances are you won't get that far, but take it from there.] Get those creative juices flowing again.
Dude. This can also be major street theatre. Think of Sit Down you're rockinng the boat.
Karen
Oh, I know that those people provide all kinds of opportunities for mischief - and I've even, sometimes, indulged - but, unfortunately, on Monday night I was in Leeds, 40 miles from home, and I had a train to catch, and I had to get that particular train to connect with another train 20 miles away, so I didn't have time to hang around and mess with his mind, so basically the encounter just pissed me off. I'm not particularly religious, but I have enormous respect for people who have genuine faith - but this person was pushy, rude and stupid, and I wasn't in a particularly sunny mood anyway.
Perhaps I should start carrying a pentagram. Or at least some chalk, to draw one on the sidewalk.
I take it Smith and Wesson is not an option. OTOH you may still be direct. Employ the method Bill Murray used in GROUNDHOG DAY for [finally!] putting off his old high school classmate. Just to refresh your memory.
Just do what a friend of mine (a Mormon) did. He asked them to join him in having a beer. When they told him they didn't drink alcohol he told them. "Get the Hell out! If you aren't good enough to drink with me, then you aren't good enough to talk to me!"
rjw: love it!
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