the yellow pages book on my doorstep – what’s the point?
i came home this evening and found this sitting on my doorstep – the 2012 sydney yellow pages.
what am i supposed to do with that?
it’s too large for a paperweight, i’m a bit too old to be using it to stagger milk-crate furniture contraptions and i am certainly never going to use it.
the way that i see it is this: receiving delivery of ONE yellow pages book equals my junk mail pamphlet quota for 5-10 years running.
i never asked to recieve this. can i visit yellowpages.com.au to opt-out of delivery of this rubbish to my house?
i don’t want the resources wasted on me. i can and do waste well over my quota of resources all by myself, i don’t need un-asked help to bump that up.
you know what i did after i took this photo? i picked up the book and threw it in the recycling bin. what a waste of our precious resources. shame on you yellow pages. can you now kindly fuck off and stop dumping your shit on my door.
a-k used to be bigger than the book in this photo, and then there was l-z – equally as large. now a-z is smaller than both put together. soon enough, the yellow pages will be indistinguishable from a local pizza-shop flyer.
face it. you have no relavence anymore, now leave me alone.
Edited: January 22nd, 2012






























