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Also have ADSL2+ (I guess it's kind of ok but getting a bit behind the time, thanks Australia!)
I thought the NBN fixed all of that?
Oh well, there's always Telstra, sure, decades behind the rest of the world and primarily responsible for sabotaging any progress (NBN a case in point albeit with help from a few successive Labor govt's that for some reason the people thought were good.)
but they get there, ... sort of, ... well maybe eventually, ... in dreams.
(chin up, "Advance Australia Fair" and all that. Beautiful country, shame about the people.)
Beautiful country, shame about the peopleMAMMALS, REPTILES, AMPHIBIANS, BIRDS, FISH, JELLYFISH, INSECTS, SPIDERS, CRUSTACEANS, GRASSES, TREES, MOSSES, AND LICHENS* which are trying to kill you.
"The Last Continent" - the late, great pTerry:
Death held out a hand. I WANT, he said, A BOOK ABOUT THE DANGEROUS CREATURES OF FOURECKS-
Albert looked up and dived for cover, receiving only mild bruising because he had the foresight to curl into a ball.
After a while Death, his voice a little muffled, said: ALBERT, I WOULD BE SO GRATEFUL IF YOU COULD GIVE ME A HAND HERE.
Albert scrambled up and pulled at some of the huge volumes, finally dislodging enough of them for his master to clamber free.
HMM... Death picked up a book at random and read the cover. "DANGEROUS MAMMALS, REPTILES, AMPHIBIANS, BIRDS, FISH, JELLYFISH, INSECTS, SPIDERS, CRUSTACEANS, GRASSES, TREES, MOSSES, AND LICHENS OF TERROR INCOGNITA, " he read. His gaze moved down the spine. VOLUME 29C, he added. OH. PART THREE, I SEE.
He glanced up at the listening shelves. POSSIBLY IT WOULD BE SIMPLER IF I ASKED FOR A LIST OF THE HARMLESS CREATURES OF THE AFORESAID CONTINENT?
IT WOULD APPEAR THAT-
"No, wait master. Here it comes."
Albert pointed to something white zigzagging lazily through the air. Finally Death reached up an caught the single sheet of paper.
He read it carefully and then turned it over briefly just in case anything was written on the other side.
"May I?" said Albert. Death handed him the paper.
"'Some of the sheep, '" Albert read aloud.
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don't mind about the animals trying to kill me, it's in their design.
people though, apart from not knowing which ones want to kill you also have to put up with the: annoying, obnoxious, thieves, con artists, stupid, noisy, 'fragrant', full of "good advice" ....
short version: with animals, [killer or no], you know what you're getting.