Sunday, April 30, 2017

Which Reminds Me

I seem to remember that I am the one who told you about Cori's bad behavior and foul language, not the other way around. Cori was spewing multitudinous F-bombs while talking on the telephone in the dorms, overheard by everyone on the entire hall, because, I don't know, are you trying to tell me that she is a disgusting filthy excuse for a human being? Her parents are district officials so we don't dare to verbally express the depths of our low opinion of her. Politically this is a problematic situation for powerless nobodies such as myself. As it turns out that I am the only who suffers because of her horribly rotten attitude. I thought that I could be a good influence but that was a mistake. Someone is trying really hard to flip things around. So why bother? Anything good that I might say would just get thrown to the dogs. If I am to be judged by the company I keep I will need to strangle your horrid F-bomb Japanese daughter because, anyway, the context is entirely missing in action. So next time around don't bother me. I don't want to hear about it.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

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"Bye, bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry" ....
That was a line from a rock song that I heard. We were listening to this song on a record but nobody said anything about you. Nobody was talking about you.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, why would I sell a table that was in my possession? I don't quite remember what my flawed logic was on that point. I just hope you weren't expecting advanced logic from a clueless monkey in a cage there is nothing else that I can say about that.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

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And who is going to compensate me for all this incredible harassment of years, and all for nothing? Ridiculous.

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That is so weird how they behave as if I had charged them with some crime or illegal activity. I wasn't planning to press formal charges against anyone although I must admit there are some people that I don't particularly like in a personal kind of way and I would not appreciate being forced to defend them when I really have no idea what they might have done unbeknownst to me. So I really think this whole mock trial is a very bad joke, not really something to be taken so seriously. Yes, I know, I can't force people to like me, and that works the other way around also.

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Yes, I vaguely remember having to give a speech at my 8th grade graduation. It was a short speech and yet I cannot remember a single thing that I said. I vaguely remember that the form of the speech, especially the introduction and conclusion, was mostly dictated by our teacher so I mostly said whatever was necessary to finish the requirements of 8th grade. Yes, I suppose that David with his photographic memory might actually remember something about that. Even so, I have long ago ceased to care about what David thinks about that or anything else. David is just another obnoxious little twerp who won't let it go. If they can't forgive me, I will just have to kill them all because God loves me, why can't you?

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

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What more can be said of Patty (what was her last name) from San Jose? I only worked across from her for a short time. Later I heard that she had married Ed, who had been her boss, but more recently I heard that they are divorced now. I just have no idea who these people are and why they think that San Jose is the center of the universe. In my opinion not. But I digress. I could say more about that but I'd just be wasting more time on nothing much.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

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Sharon Turner was of the opinion that I should go to Paul and Linda to apologize for whatever I did wrong but I disagree. When I left there I was on good terms with them so there is no way that I am going to go back there groveling on hand and foot to apologize for whatever Mark and Carol did, whatever that was. I think that Bonnie will just have to slit her own wrists without any help from me. Sorry about that.

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Many years ago, I worked for a short time at Hermano Pablo Ministries in California. I was there maybe a year, maybe not that long before I found a better paying job somewhere else. But during that time one of my co-workers was Mark Carpenter [MK-Ecuador] who was not really Pentecostal, some type of Baptist-like church. He was a friendly and talkative person, at least at first. Probably a year after I left there, I saw Sharon Turner somewhere and she was telling me about how Mark had been fired. It was learned that Mark had been tapping the phones and listening to everyone's personal conversations. He had some deal going with Carol the receptionists at the front desk, who was his accomplice, and Carol helped him with tapping the phones and also was doing some strange filing of documents in a back room although I really didn't understand Sharon's explanation. Sharon said that they were trying to blame me for something although I cannot imagine what. I was already gone when all of that happened. Also, Mark was gave me a short lesson in the studio there about how to splicing tape recordings but he omitted any mentioned to me of the fact that he was tapping the phones and how. I do vaguely remember that before I left there the way he was gossiping at the lunch table was getting sort of annoying. How does he know all these details of the conversation with the newsletter people? Weird.

Monday, April 24, 2017

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Yes, I vaguely remember having heard Molly give a detailed account of herself having picketed abortion clinics and various other political activities. Who was Molly anyway? I didn't really know her very wall. She was just a classmate. Anyway, I am no longer involved in party politics and thus do not wish to offer myself a burnt sacrifice on the lightning rod of such bitter political controversies. I do not wish to give my enemies an opportunity to express themselves on these points of disagreement when anyway it is complicated and, anyway, we all know that is not the point of the present discussion.

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Yes, my favorite colors are blue and green. I don't see what that has to do with anything. For my high school class ring I chose the color blue. The other choice was red so of course I chose the color blue. Someone was saying that Joan had some secret deal going on the high school class rings. I remember that she was administering the orders of the class rings. Even so, I am not sure what that has to do with anything.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

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Interesting how great-grandmother in her diaries talks about the wedding of Lois Cooper and Sterling Stewart some time in the 1940s. Did she actually attend the wedding or was she just noting this interesting fact in her diary? I really don't know. Anyway, weddings are not unique to the Stewart family. People in all countries get married all the time. You don't have to be a Stewart to get married and have a wedding, but we in our generation are no longer acquainted with those people it would seem so obviously we won't want to beg an invitation to an event that could be of no interest to us.

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In high school, Joan sat directly in front of me in the alphabetical order of things. I vaguely recall overhearing her tell someone that her parents worked in oil and gas or something of that nature. I also remember that another classmate, Margot, mentioned that her father worked for Shell oil. Hmmm... Interesting how all these oil and gas people are buzzing about acting as if they know something that I don't know. Oil is the least of my concerns. Anyway, I don't have any job contracts for them in that line of business. Needless to say because everyone already knows, the U.S. Department of Oil Reserves has decreed an embargo on the drilling of new oil walls for the foreseeable future. Yes, I suppose that about a hundred years from now we will all be glad that we did not consume all our oil supplies early in the game just to gratify a handful of simple-minded gamesters, and besides it might take a while for alternative fuel research to catch up with practical realities of daily living. But of course that doesn't help us in the here and now. To you we are just a liability, all those maintenance costs, not really an asset. So we are caught in between the now and the not yet, to quote a song, and sometimes it seems like forever and ever. Of course, I might not live long enough to see the end of that story, but I am not alone. Only one life to live....

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I have never been to Massachusetts so don't know anything about that. This is a "Return to Sender," as the song says.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Which Reminds Me

I heard someone saying that I should sew for a living. Which only proves that your head is full of great-grandmother's diaries, in which she frequently talks about her various sewing projects. Yes, she was an accomplished seamstress but I did not inherit that facility with sewing. I once took sewing lessons in the 7th grade but it was Joan who sat on my right hand in the 7th grade classroom whose mother was our sewing teacher, and also a seamstress who was responsible for making Lee Bueno's amazing ballgowns. No, I will not be sewing. I do not assume any responsibility for them.

I think that they should put their money where their mouth is. They have no place dictating to me what I should be doing with my life when they are refusing to pay out a red cent. I don't take my orders from these deadbeats.

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It is hard for me to understand why I would care about connecting to the Native American network. Back in the olden days, 100 years ago, your passport said that you were a native citizen because you were born in the United States. But nowadays, with the advent of this term "Native American," we are not sure who we are anymore. Does the term "native" suggest a Patchy DNA chart? But the term's opposite designation for the foreign born, "exotic," doesn't really fit me either. The term "exotic" would seem to require a mysterious past and to speak with a heavy accent, among other things. So if I am neither a "native" nor an "exotic," what am I? I fail to sympathize with the "Native American" plight of Sylvia Walker, who attributed her high cheekbones to a Cherokee ancestor. I don't see that I have any high cheekbones or any other evidence of "Native American" ancestry, although I have never taken a DNA test. If were anything of that nature, it couldn't be more than a trace amount, but I really haven't taken the test. Anyway, I don't see any political advantage to claim for myself, even if there were some strange anomaly in the DNA test.

Yes, I do remember the example of my mother's Cousin Graden, who offered himself as the model for the creation of a statue of a "Native American," based on my great-grandfather's idea that he had some Cherokee ancestry, even though I really don't see it. The statue was installed at a fountain somewhere in California but I have never been there to see that for myself. And anyway, it's all so vague.

Yes, how nice that Cousin Graden's daughter is an accomplished artist painter and married to some creepy Frenchman who goes around spreading disinformation all on her behalf, all at our expense.

Even so, we well remember it being said the Cousin Graden was a seeker but not really a finder, always seeking never finding. I really have no idea why this matters now. I really don't care. Let them have the statue matter, ask them about the statute. The statue is not our problem.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

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Yes, I know, that's so lame, you're trying to pretend that the St. John's Water Management District is a separate country and/or national republican, not connected to the mainland, separated as it is by the border of the St. John's river in Florida. Ha ha ha! And you probably thought that I would never notice that until long after I was caught hanging around Orlando. Ha ha ha!

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I once went bowling with someone, maybe Sharon Turner, although I can't quite remember, and an unknown man was very friendly and started giving us tips on how to correctly hold the ball and throw it, which was helpful in improving our bowling scores. Of course, that was before Sharon's brains fell out of her head. Sadly, no one can actually remember who Sharon was anymore, after that strange brain toss affliction did its damage.

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My great-grandparents and the Andersons went out to dinner together in maybe the 1940s where they possibly reminisced on having done missionary work together in China in the 1910s or 1920s, but I only know that from doing some research, not because anyone ever explained this to me in simple English language. Not to be confused with the Anderson syndicate's various partners in crime of whom nothing is known. Hmmm....  Is there something more that we should know about that? But we will just turn you over to the authorities so you probably won't want to actually tell us what is your problem.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that years ago when I was working in Boca Raton, late one night after a meeting that I was covering, in the parking lot outside on the way to my car I was accosted by Mike Arnold, who is a City Hall gadfly who is always hanging around City Hall looking for publicity in regards to his cause, which is something about his being against developers and in favor of wildlife conservation. So there I stood in the parking lot blinded by the headlights of cars leaving the parking lot, but it is my job to politely listen to these political people in case there is some story I might not otherwise notice, even though I had already heard this same spiel once or twice before. He always talks about how he was in the military and attended a special military school in California and how he was once shot at or at least confronted by Russian fighter jets, which makes him a U.S. patriot not to be too rudely ignored, and he almost might have one time or another mentioned something about the Conch Republic even though I was not sure what meant, although this really doesn't contribute anything to the story I am working on at the moment. His wife works at a large company but he has plenty of time all day to hang out at City Hall because he is a private investor. I really want to get in my car and go home but sometimes you do have to do the civil thing and be polite to persons who might otherwise go over your head and complain to your boss if you don't write it the way they want it. So it is a juggling act to figure out what do these people want anyway.

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Yeah! Five states to go, aiming to finish hopefully before my birthday next month.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

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I seem to remember that Alabama was the home state of the Cranfords' grandmother. So that's nice for them but I have no personal interest in connecting to Alabama. There is nothing of a personal nature that I would want to discuss with Alabama, or, for that matter, Tom. You're just all out of order and I don't care. All I want is my exit check, thus to be relieved of the hassle of you.

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Long ago during high school I once spent a couple of hours babysitting those Coretha and Andrea, who were amazingly snarky smart alecks at such a young age. If I had behaved in that snarky way toward my babysitter I would have been in so much trouble, another reason not to be concerned about whatever happened to them later. God will take care of them, doubtless. Anyway, there is nothing of a personal nature that I would want to discuss with them.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

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People were making jokes about Henry and Shirley's Kinsey Report. I can't say that I didn't parrot that at some time or other although I really don't remember. I never read the book of that title so I would have no idea what that actually meant, it was just a mindlessly bad pun that was used somehow. Later Bobby was saying something about Henry wandering away but I really didn't catch the details of that. You would have to ask someone else because my knowledge of them does not run very deep. I really don't have much fond regard for them, especially after the mess they made of everything. What a mess.

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Yes, in a way it was sad that Mr. Lampp died so young. He had not been there very long before he was gone, but on the other hand perhaps God knew that it was for the best that the power should be taken away (although I am only guessing this based on all these hints) from his crazy wife Franny and the various stupid Southern white trash connections she brought along. Nobody really likes them and the way they strut around pretending to be the makers of the deal when actually they generated a huge distraction, as if it was just all about them. The deal was made long before they were born, but we already know how these things work without the idiotic rantings of Henry, needless to say

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I vaguely remember thinking that I thought I heard Tim saying that he cannot tell the difference between me and Leigh Ann Fulmer (MK-Germany), which is hard to explain because I cannot remember anything specific about her, just that she was blonde. Yes, who was Tim anyway? I too cannot remember who Tim actually was, come to think of it. Some girls were fascinated with the mysteries of Tim but I was not one of them.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Which Reminds Me

We are vaguely aware of the existence of the Cranfords but it is doubtful that they would ever see us because we are never going to go there. We are just leaving them to do their own thing because this is a free country and we ought to be able to do our own thing without interference from them, needless to say. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, as the Good Book says.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

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Alas, how to understand Europe! A blitz of Berlitz just won't do. How many languages will it take? Five, six, seven? No, that would not be enough, never enough. Berlitzing just won't get the job done. Modern languages will not help with the deciphering of cuneiform scripts and other forms of ancient gibberish. You will need some master linguists with Ph.D., no less. Needless to say. All these bad jokes about modern languages grate on the nerves because, anyway, it just goes to show that you're not really getting the picture.

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Yes, I do remember that when I was attending third grade in Mexico, our teacher explained to us the contents of the Mexican flag, which has mainly an eagle with a snake in its beak. This eagle vision was a sign to the Aztec Indians who founded Mexico City that the lake and island were the appropriate site selection. Of course, that was long before the Spaniards arrived. And anyway, it is not exactly a bald eagle, more of a Mexican type of eagle. But that doesn't make me a Mexican. I only lived there one year. And then we moved to El Salvador, where the contents of the Salvadoran flag were explained to us. The experiment of a United Central America in the 19th century was short-lived but the Salvadorans kept the flag, which features five hills that symbolize the five countries (not really provinces) of Central America. Even so, this doesn't make me a native. So why does the face of a Honduran president, Francisco Morazán, often appear on Salvadoran coins? Because he was also the president of the Federal Republic of Central America, at least for short time, until he was executed. The bullet holes in this story are somewhat distracting.

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Do you really think that because the Action Institute is mostly Italian, that non-Italians are passive do-nothings? I only recently, as of today,  noticed the name of that but anyway it's not like we in America spend much time thinking about Europe. Well, of course Europe is the center of Western Civilization but we don't speak Italian so we would have to translate that into something comprehensible, basically English, and who has time to bother with all these matters lost in translation, when we have to eat three meals a day and sleep 10 hours a night? We have no patience for bad movies that never get out of the airport.

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Beware of Greeks bearing gifts. Yes, what dialectical dialogue could I possibly have with Henry and the Caddo Indians? It is clear that these Aspingated conspiratorial snobs are busy collecting exotic specimens to populate their variegated global initiatives so they won't need regular white folks for anything except maybe to serve as a whipping post of the global elites, whatever that meant.

Monday, April 10, 2017

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Yes, I was rather appalled at Cori's display of vulgar stupidity, as if I were somehow under contract to provide clerical services to these pathetically stupid military witches. And her parents don't even have the decency or good sense to be embarrassed and ashamed of their mentally retarded hideous military brat daughter, because they seem to imagine themselves entitled to wield a slave contract over my civilian head. Which is just so ridiculous. Have your forgotten that we don't have slave labor in this country? But I digress.

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Anyway, today is not a good time for playing blindman's bluff. I have other things on my mind than just the contents of your dull and boring Reese's pieces collection but you really wouldn't understand.

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During college I remember that I had two friends named Linda and Donna who roomed together on the 2nd floor. However, the details of them are somewhat faded in my mind. Was is not Linda who had some sort of confrontation with Debbie of which the details were not provided, just that Linda was stressed out about that for some reason. Donna who? I cannot quite remember who those people were. Linda has a tendency not to explain herself and, well, I cannot fill in the blanks for you. I have my own life to live. Ask them yourself.

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Yes, someone was killing Cori and the stupid Brooks bimbos because of their bizarre behavior but since I was not present most of the time I cannot quite say what exactly triggered the violence, although I can easily imagine that probably they did some weird thing, judging from some strange things that Cori was saying about a conversation that they were having at which I was not present so I only heard a hint of that, nothing that I would want to repeat online, needless to say.

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It is not that I don't forgive Cori. I do forgive Cori. But also, this is war. You asked for war so Cori is actually gone. I don't actually know who disposed of Cori and Jodi but the Evans are such tiresome boring people who think that the entire world revolves around the trashy foul-mouthed Brooks bimbos, so obviously their entire milieu had to be blotted out, needless to say. I get that. They really don't have very much on me, do they, because I really didn't spend much time with them either. They just lie lie lie. That is mostly what that is. And if reality doesn't fit with the preconceived imaginary scheme she will throw a temper tantrum and try to make it all happen, but anyway, I know who I am even if you don't.

Friday, April 7, 2017

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Why, how rude! Is Jill Hate mean or what? Is this how the Jill smashes the face of all her potential friends and acquaintances so that no one cares any longer cares to claim the potential title of "friend" to the Andersons of Wisconsin, needless to say. For what do I need that sort of potentiality? I won't be going there any time soon, needless to say. I don't need that sort of trouble.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

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Yes, I vaguely recall that one evening during college I had some one-on-one conversation with Hart Brooks, who was engaged to someone at the time, and he was saying some weird things, I can't remember what exactly, nothing important, nothing to be taken too seriously, because these guys are such blithering idiots, he was expressing some concerns of his feeble and weakly brain even though I really don't see it that way, so I really was not interested in discussing that further with some other people with whom he had discussed me later, because nothing that Hart says can be taken that seriously, because he really doesn't know very much and really wouldn't be able to understand. He is obviously a confused soul and afraid of his own shadow, unfortunately. Needless to say.

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Yes, what was I supposed to do with all these useless Broken Hart friends? They speak so ominously, as if I were guilty of something, and yet nothing comes to mind. There is a point of no return in that regard because these people never do anything helpful, so why bother to try to dialogue with them? If I am just all alone in this world, with no friends, only enemies, everything I may do just contributes to digging a deeper hole for myself. There is no way that I can stop this downward trend without some divine intervention, needless to say. It's just the system

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

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We see that Tommy F. Anderson was born in Scotland in maybe 1879 so odds are that he has been deceased for quite a while now. He and his wife were friends of my great-grandparents in olden times, as recorded in the diaries. Ok, so that's nice. Someone was recently throwing me some clues which is probably a good thing or I never would have noticed that as anything of significance. Even so, the book about Tommy is just one book in an ocean of books, not really a lifestyle choice by any means. Are you so illiterate that you cannot read it for yourself? Your reading comprehension scores are something to be ashamed of. We choose not to follow Tommy and the boring Tomcat gang down that crime-ridden path of terrible jokes and tasteless humor so why can't they get the message and go away and stop this harassment of us? Is that the best that Foursquares can muster to pass for missionary work? When it comes to the history of missions, well, the Foursquares are only a minor player, let's just say, but we AG are too nice to rub it in in that cruelly wicked Methodical way of theirs. That old argument about the mainline denominations getting to China first, well, it just doesn't matter now, does it? The Great Wall of China just sits there immovable and there is no reason to imagine that we can do it all by our own might. Those people learn to do for themselves now because we will not be there to do it for them.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

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What a horrible and tasteless joke that would be, to suggest that all redheads are cannibals who just want to eat dark-skinned creatures, as if we had anything in common with those giant homeless creatures prowling the edges of alternate reality in Youtube videos. You mind cannot comprehend how these connections could have been drawn long before the inception of Youtube videos.

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Yes, it would seem to be a very bad joke, in very bad taste, to criminalize someone for the simple purpose of being able to joke about their never being able to run for president with a felony criminal record attached to their name. What a horrible joke that would be. What sort of idiot would make such a tasteless horrible joke as that the mind fails to comprehend.

Monday, April 3, 2017

Which Reminds Me

When we went to the World's Fair in El Salvador some time during high school, we were with my sister and also her friend nicknamed Conchita (actual name: Ana Concepción). So we looked at all the exhibits and then we were shopping at some of the various flea market-style booths where I bought a plastic ring. I don't recall whether I bought anything else. It is always a nuisance. We do we always have to drag around this cranky spy? Life is always so boring having to drag them around with us.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

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During high school no one was particularly concerned about the Russians. I don't remember any Russian connections at our high school. I only remember that Thomas and Raymond were very closely allied with each other, but I would only be guessing if to speculate about their common bonds of the mafia sort. It wouldn't be fair for me to make such leaps of logic without any specific facts to justify such a far-fetched conclusions.