Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that I accidentally bit off more than I could ever possibly chew, inadvertently and unintentionally. But who would ever believe that during high school, on my bulletin board, there I kept a beautiful photograph of a lightning bolt in the sky, from a magazine for youth, 'Campus Life,' with a poem that spoke to my adolescent mind somehow. I might still have that stored away somewhere.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, those Baptists certainly do many good things, they have their own thing going on, they make a lot of noise even when they are lacking something essential to understanding something else about that, so anyway, you by nature being a Baptist, talking through a Baptist microphone, would obviously not be able to understand anything much so that it would be a huge waste of time for me to address your questions revealing that part of your brain is gone. Obviously. Needless to say.

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Yes, to me the idea of double booking means to have more than one partly read book stacked up on a table nearby so whenever I finish all those books I started to read, I have double and more books ready if I ever get around to doing that. However, for accountants double booking is a different thing, especially when the other set of books is going out of the office and into the hands of some other outside people who really does not belong to the organization itself and is just champing at the bit for opportunities to criticize the finer points of finance. I really don't understand what that was about. You could always ask my mother.

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Yes, I do think there was something odd about Pam's shower. I was supposedly one of the organizers but was not invited to the organizational participation, and then when I offered to pay my part of that, I was told not to bother, they already took care of everything. So apparently that leaves me off the hook in terms of further discussion about that. Rather than comment and try to do something about that, perhaps I should be reli3eved that it is not my problem.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, who did I mention that to? That was so long ago, I had forgotten all about that, but then you continue to remind me of that even when I do not care to be reminded of things that don't really matter anyway. Didn't God forgive everyone anyway? Why are you still obsessing on these irrelevant points.

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Yes, I vaguely remember one day when I was walking across the college campus, on the lawn area in front of the dorms, crossing the lawn, and there nearby was Tim talking to someone else and I was walking nearby, and Tim suddenly turned toward me and said the most outrageous lie, observing that there was some red mark on my neck, possibly because I had been brushing my hair that morning as usual, or something, and my skin is very sensitive, Tim says to me something about that being a hickey and what have I been doing with Terry in private. Which was the most ridiculous thing for him to say, even beyond the bare fact of that being a complete lie. I never had any romantic attachment to those guys, and also that could never happen, besides which I am somewhat insulted to be confused for one of those trashy stupid bimbos who were always favored by those guys at my expense. I do not necessarily consider that a compliment. But those guys are always saying the most outrageous things so why should anyone believe anything that they ever say? I never had any hickey so you really should keep your evil Nordic claws out of my backside, you Cedarjunk trash.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember a conversation in which Lois Cooper Stewart was telling me about how in her youth she felt convicted about her violent altercations with a sibling, but somehow forgave her for that and she went on to be a famous missionary with an illustrious career and large family. So if God can forgive her for that, I also am forgiven for the sins of my youth. The only question now would be why can't you Pests forgive me also and get over yourself?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I can only say that I am not the person who called you a stubborn Mexican burrito, but perhaps if the shoe fits you might have to wear that anyway like it or not. But I digress.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really do not remember myself ever making any deal with this evil wicked liberal Democrat who goes by the name of Violet. I cannot imagine why I would ever have to say hello to such a nasty vicious politically leftist whacko. And I only say that because you are asking, not because I would want to be reminded of these irrelevant persons who only pay to play. I only pay to learn my lessons. My job is only to be a student in this life, and I only want to get As and Bs, and if you are not going to help with my GPA also then you are not my friend either, and if you are going to make it that hard for me to do better than that, I am just going to quit now while I am ahead, because, anyway, yes, it is true, I really do not care about them at all. I only care about my GPA.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, well, I suppose that there are those who might have said that Hans Christian Andersen should have won the Nobel Prize, if only he had been born a century later, when such a thing existed. However, he was mostly a creature of the 19th century, and also Danish, not really Swedish, and fairy tale stories are a dime a dozen nowadays, so there is not much reason to address such a question in future.

Besides which, what does a Nobel Prize really say? Ok, so Faulkner won the Nobel even while being a drunken wretch, head full of fictional trivialities of the most obscure wording to confound grammatical exactitude, so whatever. 

 There is apparently no way to predict what might appeal to those dull Swedish whackos eventually.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, perhaps you could explain why you are insisting on getting all of your wrong information from that annoying Oracle of Pest. But I digress. I really don't care at all about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that I am glad that you can get that information from some other sources, other than myself, because if I had to try to explain that everything would just be a disaster, but somehow other people can say the most outrageous things and nobody thinks anything of that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it does seem somewhat premature to speculate on whatever I might do with the imaginary money that I have not yet received yet and who knows when that would ever happen, given that nothing they say can be taken seriously. But anyway, life is not a game of Monopoly. With cash in hand, certainly, one could get rid of that "Go To Jail" card, but just doubling houses on Boardwalk and Park Place is not necessarily a guarantee of long-run success if nobody happens to land there anyway. So it would be premature to speculate at this point on what the money would actually mean in real life.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I see that you are often reminding me of a conversation that I had with What's-her-name" at high school, who was telling me about a group of students at our high school who identify themselves as the Spartans, those Greeks of unenhanced lifestyle who in ancient times successfully repelled a massive invasion of Persians by blocking a narrow pass. 

I am not sure why they were doing that. So what if our school mascot is a Trojan, those losers who were defeated by the Trojan horse crafted by those crafty Greeks? 

Why are we taking this bit about school mascots so seriously.?A school mascot is what it is and not more than that. Besides which, some accounts have it that the ancient Trojans, after their defeat, emigrated to Britain where they founded a flourishing empire. 

So you never know what these things really mean or how things will work out in the end. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that my distant cousins who served in Venezuela, were working with the Christian & Missionary Alliance, a denominational organization that I do not know very much about beyond the mere fact of their existence. One assumes that they would have a Christian agenda similar to the many Protestant groups that are out there doing the Lord's business. We were AG, not Alliance, although not against the Alliance, we just never had that connection to the Alliance that would necessarily require any commentary from us on this point, although I would think they might be more Baptist than Pentecostal, but anyway, I have not studied this point that I would feel any need to comment further.

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Yes, it does seem somewhat redundant for me to have to apologize for the writings of some other whacko writers, of perhaps centuries past, of whose writings I never would have noticed if they had not called by telephone to give my mother whatever wrong information that was never contemplated by myself.

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Yes, in regards to World War I, I remember hearing or reading in the family history book, that my grandtather's brother served in that war, and died there, and is buried there in Europe, in I do not remember whether Flanders field or one of those places. So we already did our part for World War I, no need to add to that now. 

 On my Dad's side, my great-grandfather did not serve in World War I due to an eye conditions, his registration card notes something about weak eyes, and also he was about 40 years old, a minister and a family man with several children to feed, and also he was living in China during part of that time, so I suppose that he can be justifiably excused. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that might sound sort of belligerent, but I am only filling in the blank spaces in that workbook that you handed out. I was not really planning to say that, but there it is in the script.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, ha ha ha! Who are you to lecture me about the red line? I am the queen of the red line and it is not easy ruling over my wicked cousins with an iron fist, the way I do, even with my seniority secured. Wishing me away is not really enough to make me disappear, you will only be disappointed to learn, whenever I happen to disagree with whatever you are trying to sneak in the back door.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot quite remember who originally had this conversation with CJ, so it would be difficult for me to say who said what.

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Yes, I was surprised to learn that my horrible relations of mien think that they own the Republicans party. To the contrary, I had previously thought that I was the Republican party and that they were an embarrassing fringe element that we have to gloss over because anyway it is complicated. But apparently I have needed to revise my opinions about stupid party people in a way that they probably will not want to hear.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, perhaps you could remind me who told me all of these many things that I did not know, and when did that happen that you told me this, and then I will be able to remember what I was supposed to be confessing, because at the moment my mind sort of goes blank when this point is brought up.

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Yes, it is clear to me that it is you who are intent on going to Rivera hell. I do not think that I will have any need of or use for Rivera in future, given the entire lack of reading comprehension there, and yet you chatter on and on about that. I do not share your fascination with that simple-minded tour guide, but I should not say more about that. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do seem to remember that it was never my intention to leave anyone hanging or dangling on a hook, given that I am not a hooker, obviously, and also mangled flesh is not a desirable thing that anyone would want to have to fix and repair that later. I cannot seem to imagine why you would think that I would ever want the job of "hooker," but many people are completely raving lunatics nowadays.

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Yes, I vaguely remember way back when that online someone, maybe a certain cousin of mine, although it was not clear, was accusing me of being a magazine witch, and also accused Grandma Calkins of that because she would often read aloud to us various educational excerpts from the "Reader's Digest," and also humorous items from the joke columns. Ok, so, that was your angle on that, although in my opinion, to the contrary, you are the problem. 

Ok, so now that we have read the magazine excerpts referred to, we still are convinced that you have no brain cells in your empty head.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do vaguely remember reading that book, "The Rules," and although I do not remember myself signing my name to some contract, I do think that it presents some good ideas and principles, although sometimes life does not work out the way we are expecting it to be. Sometimes an idealistic thing on paper is not what actually happens in real life.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not seem to give a hoot about the raving lunatics of James River.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, after the double date, little sister was saying that I seemed uncomfortable, because I seemed to be sitting as far to one side of the back seat of the car as possible, so that there was no opportunity of any physical contact or anything that might seem to them even remotely of a romantic nature. And that is true, there was nothing at all to my relationship with this what's-his-name guy who was only the other co-chaperone, as I saw it, of Margot and her boyfriend, so that they have an opportunity to talk and get to know each other. That was all there was to that. I was a bit nervous about being thrown into this sort of double date situation when I had only gone there to work on a homework project, but whatever. I am not going to say more about that. 

Which reminds me that Margot mentioned that her father worked for Shell Oil, which is a matter of indifference to me. Interesting how there are so many gas and oil people swarming around everywhere. And given that there was nothing more to my relationship with that guy, I would not want to have to bestow my gas and oil benefits upon some farcical shell of a non-existent relationship. How is it that my views on this point never gain any traction?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, in regards to the double date, almost the only thing that I can remember is that when we returned from driving around, there on the street corner was my little sister and some other girls watching to see this happening, and then later there was some commentary from little sister which I am continually hearing over and over again, so that whatever I might have though about that is forgotten, I only remember what little sister said, repeated ad infinitum. So obviously I know where you get all of your information.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do remember that during high school I did happen on one occasion to go on a double date that was arranged by Margot, and I forget who my date was, some guy who was a friend of Margot's boyfriend, who was some guy from Spain who spoke actually the Catalan language, which is said to be a mixture of Spanish and French. That was sort of interesting but I forget now who they were. That was Margot's thing.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we noticed that the Azorean author of "A Trip to the Azores" traveled there in 1867. 

Interestingly, while his wife's name was Grace, her sister Nancy Madigan is discovered in the passenger lists as having also traveled to the Azores Islands, although it is not clear why would Nancy go there and whether she was traveling with her sister's husband. And where was Grace?

There are not enough facts available at the moment to form a complete picture of this point.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, well, at least Borges had the good sense to use American spelling of words, not so much of that pesky "u" sprinkled throughout, as will be clearly seen by reading the book, not that it matters all that much. The spelling variations of American vs. British English are not so much as to constitute separate languages, unlike the differences between Spanish and Portuguese, in spite of their similarities. But this is a deep subject for shallow minds. So, what about that?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we tried being nice to these people and all they do is open the floodgates, because they don't care what happens to me. I would like to turn the tables and see Dana pronounced all of those vicious nasty things that she is spewing behind my back. Now that would be something interesting to hear.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember there was a joke about the lady at the airport who was looking for that "Taco" airline, but what would these clueless white people know about these local matters. I forget who said that originally, but I do remember hearing that joke.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, during high school, the only one time that I did skip a class, I was accompanied by Marion and Sandra, and I can only wish that I had not done that, but anyway, it is too late now to go back and rewrite that script. Even so, I had not realized that I would later need to disabuse them of this odd notion that they would have something to say later about running my life. Actually not. I will be relieved to not have to ever see them again upon returning to the United States where there is enough room for everyone to live comfortably without tripping all over them every time I turn around.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that I am a full-fledged human being with every right of self-defense available to prevent these little bratty monsters from rolling all over me, whether or not I choose to exercise that right or not at the moment. I am NOT your family dog, in case you forgot.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that $1 million is a nice round even number with 7 digits, including 6 zeros, and looks very nice and interesting when thrown around in various official-looking documents, but anyway, I am not necessarily attached to that number. Even more than that would be even better, but anyway, obviously the actual value of the stock market is not guaranteed to stay in one place in perpetuum, it goes up and down from one moment to another, so I am willing to lower my expectations if necessary, although I do think that at least six digits would be necessary.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that David's grandiose plans for me involved my playing the role of Miss Havisham, the jilted spinster from "Great Expectations" who sits there perpetually contemplating her mouldering, rat-infested wedding cake. Oh, thanks David. I can easily see that we are not going to see much of each other in future. I have other plans for myself than anything that David's juvenile thought patterns could possibly imagine. Needless to say. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how should I say that? Perhaps merely that I consider myself fortunate to not be connected to those wretched Dutch milkmaids.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that you should stay out of my head. Hatred is much too strong a word to describe the touch of disdain that we sometimes feel for those wretched Dutch milkmaids, but of course they cannot help being what they are, although we are NOT them, an obvious point that would seem to not require any further explanation or entanglement on our part.

Whicih Reminds Me

Yes, well, since you are not embarrassed to say all of these things publicly on national TV, you will not be surprised when someone else overhears that and passes it along to someone else who may have other ideas about that. 

Which reminds me about the time in high school when I overheard Fred using that word when he hailed that guy in the hallway, which is a Spanish word that means something about the mingling of hairs. What a weird thing to say to some guy in the hallway, was my first reaction of shock, and this provides another reason why I know that Fred is obviously not my type, as I explained to Sharon. I could say more but that would not be historical, that would be your unbelievably weird embellishments of the meager facts.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that would be nice if everyone could be driving around in atomic cars. I doubt that anyone would be opposed to exploring this previously unknown option of technological progress. But when would that happen? When would atomic cars be mass produced? What type of fuel would that use? And would that sideline gas and oil? These are matters beyond my comprehension. Whether I would live long enough to see the progress of atomic cars is not clear. I think that would be great to have atomic cars, even if that may not do anything for my gas and oil portfolio, assuming I ever live long enough to get that, because of the long-term benefit of atomic cars for mankind in general. So, yes, atomic cars, great idea but time is short. I have no time to be arguing about atomic cars. We must leave such matters to those who know.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was quite a nasty thing that you said about my nice comfortable Birkenstock shoes or more like sandals. Ok, so they looked weird to you, but anyway they are very comfortable, but they are not even red, only dark brown, so why all of this fanfare about nothing much? And anyway, I never wore those shoes anywhere that you would see them, so how did you know about that?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am noticing that you may be one of those boring "car" people who are always muttering about hub caps and lug wrenches and gas and oil and whatever else related to cars. Have you not noticed that some car plants are shut down never to be reopened? so you will probably need to go now and get out of here. Did you think there would always be a labor union there to tell you what to think and to lead you around by that ring in your nose? For us independently born, it is hard for us to comprehend this overblown obsession with cars. We often take for granted this convenient mechanism that gets us where we want to go with out having to reinvent the wheel, only needing to insert gas and oil and hire a mechanic to repair it from time to time, thank you very much. Ok, so, enough about cars.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, to be sure, there is nothing glamorous about the sugar industry, but with special access to the refineries granted by her boyfriend who worked there, perhaps Sheryl did have something going on in Clewiston, so why would she suddenly leave and go a couple of hours away from there, to a citrus area which, anyway, in Florida you had better not campaign against orange juice. So anyway perhaps I was not very interested in hearing more about her activist escapades in Clewiston so perhaps it is just as well that I did not work alongside of her more than maybe three or four months. She was hired after that other girl "what's-her-name" from FSC was fired for whatever reason. I forget what she did to get herself fired.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, speaking of a  newspaper job, perhaps you could first explain why she left Clewiston after being so obsessed with exposing the sugar industry that that boyfriend was helping provide access the sugar refineries. I cannot answer such questions about a place I never was. Speak for yourself because I have no idea what that meant.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do vaguely remember almost bumping into you in the halls of high school due to my coming around the corner at the moment that you were walking in that direction, and our paths nearly intersected but not really. We never really met, so, yes, whatever. I do not really see what else there would be to say about that at this point given that we were not properly introduced. Sorry about that, but anyway, life goes on. Who is that who is wanting to know more about that, anyway? I cannot really see who is asking questions.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it always was ab it uncomfortable and annoying to always have the Stewarts and certain other people strutting around claiming the superiority of being the "Pioneers" whereas we were only part of a later second wave so to speak. There is no remedy for that. They will always be a generation or so ahead of us in the pecking order and that is not something to trouble myself about. I wasn't planning to say something about that, but really, they take that way too far in my opinion, and it is misleading, because anyway we are not really that stupid as they seem to imagine, but anyway, nobody cares about my opinion, so whatever.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I would not mind an ex-Pell grant to cover the expenses of living while not really working due to various hardships, although I would like to reserve the right to dabble on various work-at-home projects such as selling things on eBay and other online projects as time permits, for my own personal enlightenment and learning, not because I care about their wacky-witch agenda. Just to clarify.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, amazing the reach of the financial aid people at our college. Where is this fictional "ex-pell" grant that seems to be thrown around as a perpetual joke on me? And I don't even get it and do not know when I would ever get why that would be considered cause for joke materials. I would not mind some money to compensate for this long-term hassle, that is all that I would say about that, because I do not think that is so funny.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, speaking of the inmates of the institution, I am reminded once again of something that Susie said about them, which if I did try to parrot that would sound sort of weird because, anyway, that was not really my job. I have other plans in mind than hanging out there forever.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am vaguely reminded of the time when my little sister was playing with some friends down the street, and brought home a toy that she liked, and then my mother made her tack that back. We do not steal things, we do not walk away with other children's toys. This is a needless to say obvious point that my mother already explained to us anyway.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during ninth grade, when I was 14 years old, I volunteered for literary club, and at the first meeting I was given a paper to critique, so I racked my brain trying to think of something critical to say about it, and that I did, because of course critics criticize, that was what I was supposed to do, although I cannot remember now whatever I said about that. 

There was something compelling about the horror of inviting this girl to your birthday party, and she thinks that she can take advantage of this moment to steal all of your belongings and illegally walk away with your purse. Terryfing! 

I forget now why I thought the story was a complete fiction.

I forget now why I never attended another meeting of the stupid literary club. 

I cannot remember now why I never seem to hear the end of that from the dreary broomstick author, because I really never liked those people anyway. It was a clliche-ridden piece of bombastic prose.

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you always make me feel so guilty about rarely contributing blood when the bloodmobile vans come around, but, anyway, when I consider and reflect upon the fact that my blood type is the least desirable and least transferable type of blood of all the types, and that people with my blood type can get their transfusions from any of the more transferable blood types anyway, I do not see so much reason to worry and trouble myself about a matter that does not seem so urgent as all of that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am somewhat amazed at the fuss surrounding the dreary Santiago machine. I actually was not keeping track of whatever they do, and it would be too much trouble for me to try to offer some bizarrely solicited commentary that might actually accord too much importance to these minor acquaintances from the past of whom I remember almost nothing.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do remember that for most of my young life our family subscribed to the "National Geographic" magazine, which, one may safely assume, would mean that there are trained social scientists and cultural anthropologists whose job it is to go into the jungles and personally interview these primitive creatures in the properly scientific way so that we can eventually read their collected data in the pages of the "National Geographic." It is not our job to do the field work of the geographical people. They have experts and photographers highly trained for that purpose to document these primitive creatures now only starting to emerge from the naked jungles. That would be their job, not mine.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that you hve your little Danny toy to play with, so whatever. I am not included in the Danny deal so I really do not understand why you think that I am going to be your slave property, when actually not. I do not want Danny's junk, actually.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, don't be lecturing me about the rules when we all know you watch all those movies on TV anyway that were formerly not available in theaters. How dare you expect anything from me, you spoiled rotten brats? Examine first your idiotic expectations and then you will realize that you are owed a big nothing.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it would seem amazing, the lengths to which thees ambitious little brownies will go to crash white girl's life, and to aggrandize themselves, but I cannot say too much about that, I would not want to "help" them too much with that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we, having many years ago perused ancient copies of "National Geographic" magazine, are not unaware of the anatomical differences of the two sexes, having seen the depictions of native tribal peoples cavorting almost naked in the various jungles of the world. Whether or not they wear straw hats would be  beside the point, needless to say. Thus I feel no urgent need to argue with some primitive Portuguese tribesman about the significance of his straw hat. Needless to say.