Which Reminds Me

Yes, it does seem a bit puzzling, why should I have to explain my comings and goings to some vicious nasty whiners in New York City. I do not understand. You are nothing. Your name does not appear. Why all this mail from Wisconsin? You are still dead, the last I heard of the Colonel. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while reading the diaries of great-grandmother, I noticed there was a cryptic comment about me being at that Carlsbad house, and I cannot quite remember now what errand I was there for, only that I can probably count on one hand the times that I was ever there at that house in Carlsbad, so that was a rare event I suppose, and there really was not so much reason as you seem to imagine to paint a huge picture about that. I really do not know much about that.

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Yes, I do regret having roomed during college with Cori. She had her own TV in the room and would tune in to some late night programs that I really wish I had never heard, that plants little bugs in your brain that don't belong here.

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Yes, I vaguely remember noticing how Blackie peasant ran way with Redhead's husband, so that only makes you his third wife, so there is no great trophy in store for that stupid achievement of yours, he being your third or was that fourth husband? Well, La-di-ah! 

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Yes, I remember that it would be risky for me to verbalize what I have noticed about the deal between Blackie and Blondie, wherein Blondie enjoys all of the benefits of being a goddess, worshipped by the little Blackie or Brownie peasants, which I imagine she would enjoy very much. Such a great deal for her, needless to say.

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Yes, I cannot help but wonder why you think I would want that lousy unpaid volunteer job? Did I ask for that? No, I seem to remember that it was foisted upon me unawares, not what I wanted.

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Yes, I have notice how certain people who only dye their hair red, tend to be acting out the negative stereotypes associated with that.

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Yes, I think that someone really ought to pay for this willful malicious attempt to turn my entire life into one huge sick joke. Ok, maybe I was not a perfect child, but this gets so ridiculous.

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Yes, at these special moments I seem to be full of cryptic comments and I don't even know why I am saying this, perhaps inspired by some magazine article I had read. Oh, is that Elzena Scott's snooping nose I see poking around the corner? Yes, one is never alone in this world. 

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Yes, what was all that to-do hubbub commotion about Boudica who? That is a story unknown to me.

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Yes, I cannot imagine when I would ever move to the town of Red Stick. Why bother? Since when do I care to participate in a whiney farce, wherein I would only be pretending to be the power behind the whiney throne, covering for the actual voices of the whiners and complainers, whose agenda is of no interest to me. Lipstick on a pig is the way someone described it. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during college, one summer, some people from our college, maybe including the drama team, spent some time in Amsterdam, doing ministry there, and after returning to the U.S. that fall gave a presentation in chapel that was quite memorable, left an impression.. I never got to go to Amsterdam to see that for myself, but Gansky was telling me some things about her experience there and how they ministered in some unmentionable parts of the city of Amsterdam, which is escribed as quite a cesspool of crime and iniquity. Yes, I do not know when I would ever go there.  

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Yes, I was reminded to mention that years ago, Pastor Rentz mentioned something about my going, maybe, to Baton Rouge, to think about that, and also later Mike Santiago called to ask me to apply for a job there, maybe in their translation department, it was not clear, but I never did that, I felt at that time that the Lord was telling me NOT to go there, so I never actually applied there. They might have had plans for me, but that did not seem to be what I felt that I should do.

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Yes, I vaguely remember years ago in El Salvador, my Dad, an AG missionary, was a speaker at a youth camp, although not the year that I went, and when my Dad returned from the camp, he was talking about this guy that he had befriended there, who was apparently from a somewhat wealthy family, more wealthy than the average, and this guy had gotten saved at the camp meeting, and later he married some girl he had met there. And when my Dad mentioned this guy's name, I recognized that he was probably an older brother of my high school classmate, Martha, whose locker was next to me due to the alphabetical order of things, so that was interesting, although it would be sort of awkward to try to discuss this topic with Martha because they are a very proud family. I would prefer to live my own life and not be bothered by their mercurial tempers, because anyway I do not know very much about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember being in Chinatown and seeing how you can buy a huge chunk of ginger root which is said to be a healthy and natural thing to ingest. Even so, I would prefer to buy any ginger I might need, for gingerbread cookies or whatever else, at the grocery store where it comes in those nifty little spice cans, more convenient for any cooking uses.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, there may be a time far in the future when your French-fried Sham-pain butts will be hauled up on charges of sex trafficking, but I cannot say when that would happen. Fortunately for you, God is merciful and gracious and slow to anger, patiently waiting for your own repentance to manifest itself eventually.  

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Yes, I only vaguely remember that Martha was boasting of how she keeps her money in a Swiss bank account, a very secretive and secure way to put your money out of the country if you so choose, so good luck trying to guess what amount. I really do not remember whether she mentioned any amount. I only remember the part about the Swiss bank account.

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Yes, I vaguely remember someone pointing out that Becky is now gone, glued by marriage to the Wright family of Houston, which although that may sound Right, is fronted by a huge W (sounds like Double U), and that provides no benefit whatsoever to clueless bystanders such as myself. That may sound like Mickey Mouse territory to some, but actually that may be saying something about British Columbia, or Belize, a Central American country where it is said that English is spoken, because anyway, that is to say,  their Spanish language skills are not very advanced. Even in the English language there are many words in the unabriged dictionary I may not have heard of, so one can easily imagine the same to be true of Spanish, a second language. 

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Yes, that was not a very nice thing for you to say about Sandy Nestor, a college classmate who is disabled due to one of those diseases, I forget which one, maybe something like muscular distrophy.

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Yes, I vaguely remember there was that photo of Sarah Kugler, and beyond that I do not know anything about them personally. I hear that she was married to Daniel Sheets and that they live in Arizona, that is, after they returned from China the Japanese prison camps of World War II. But for details, I would be of no use whatsoever. You could always ask one of my Dad's relatives.

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Yes, I am not particularly thrilled to be hearing from Rachel's backstage contacts. She was my sister's classmate at nursing school, and she makes big money in the nursing profession, but then she ran off to Chicago and turned wacky. I really do not want to hear about that.

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 Yes, I vaguely remember that we were discussing the dictionary definition of the word "slut." And there is a flip side to that, an how can you live with yourself in that flipped out state of mind, but that is your problem, not mine.

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Yes, I cannot think of anything more depressing and forlorn than to be stuck working in janitorial work, with you for a supervisor, on a level with Antonia, our former maid who was fired after found preparing to leave with a suitcase full of our stuff. Already some things had disappeared, and she would have taken even more if my mother had not fired her.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, amazing how they have the nerve to carry on so about their jobs in janitorial supervision, mostly low-paying jobs, not exactly the most lucrative field even while an unavoidable necessity for big businesses such as Disney and various hotels of the tourism industry, whilst I cannot dare to repeat some of the unspeakable stories that I heard from her. Needless to say. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not see how those takey-takey people have any place to be lecturing me about something.

Which Remins Me

Yes, I hear that he sold his soul, at ORU, to one of those greedy golddiggers from ORU, who babbles incessantly and stupidly about money and getting the money. 

Huh? We owe our allegiance to the headquarters at Springfield, so whatever they teach those idiots over at ORU is no concern of mine. Needless to say.

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Yes, I remember that I had a U.S. passport so for what did I need a VISA card? I am a U.S. citizen so there is nothing illegal about coming home to the USA, whether by jet plane or by car or by boat matters not.

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Yes, that was weird, way back when, online, the message was going around, possibly from the Hills brothers, that they were the only official Christians and U.S. citizens during high school, because they had attended the Union Church, which is a church for English-speaking people who are living temporarily in the country. So if I never attended the Union Church (only once with a friend in maybe 5th grade, sort of Episcopalian maybe), I cannot qualify as either a Christian or a U.S. citizen, according to the calculations of the Hills brothers, who have set themselves up as the presidential representatives of the Union Church people. Which does not matter much to me whatever they say over there in their private Union Church Club, I really have no desire to comment on the Union Church and their internal politics. It is just that when they are unsolicitedly trying to intercept my personal arrangements is when they run afoul of what matters to me, because our entire purpose for being there did not involve the Union Church. So if I were to write a book, it would not be about them. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember in the old days, at Oakland Park church, that Italian girl who works for the IRS was talking about how she helped to investigate her own suspected mafia relatives, and then she was in hot water with them, out of favor with her relatives who were angry about her walking away with financial records they might have preferred to keep private. We once ate at a pizza place that might have belonged to one or another of those Italians but I never saw any records of that nature. I only remember what I heard her say about that at church to a group of people who were standing arouund listening to her talking about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not sure how I could possibly do for you, what I was not able to do for myself. I only remember who I am, and who you are must necessarily remain unknown to me. You have to have something inside of yourself of your own identity, to be able to be yourself and not have to depend on them for anything.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, of course I am not going to be thrilled about being "captured" by those people from Michigan. I have never been there and don't know much about it. 

I was told that I would never see the "book." Book? What book? Harvey who? Helen who? 

It took me years go figure out who was Harvey, who was Helen, and even so, so what?

Your things is a big fat nothing.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was interesting, how, after returning from Virginia, where I had met Lori Kelderman who lived in the same apartment complex, here in Florida I see Linda Crawley who says to me, without my ever mentioning that, that she knows that I had met Lori Kelderman which is horrible and becaause of that Lina is not going to help me, she washes her hands of Lori Kelderman. Oh, I ha not even realized that Linda and Lori were acquainted, although both are from Michigan, but Michigan is a large state. Interestling how all of these Michigan people know each other.

An I don't see how Linda has so much to be boasting of, where her lousy "Not-Man" jokes have long been circulating in the ozone layer and clogging the atmosphere with her snarky attitude problem. 

I would not be expecting anything from Linda anyway, so why all of this display of Michigan attitude problem?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of Molly, who was studying public policy. She was known to be a vocal activist involved in various protest activities. 

And that was Lori Kelderman, not me, who was verbosely expounding upon her concerns for Molly's arrest record, because Molly was one of those people who participated in anti-abortion activities that we had only heard about, maybe by word-of-mouth or having read about that in the newspaper. That was not my issue, but I did hear about that protest movement that at that time was very heated due to the leadership of that guy, I forget his name.

Lori Kelderman also came over to my apartment and filled my ear with various gossipy items, involving the intimate details of Tom and his ex-wife Cindy, information I would rather not hear about, given that these people might as well be complete strangers to me. 

But I am more aware now that I cannot be expected to keep these secrets of Lori, due to the possible microphone implanted inside of my skull by aliens.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of Johnny Rents, although that was a long time ago, when he was an acquaintance, and now that his parents are gone, there is less and less reason for me to ever go there, not that there ever was any reason to go there, no, not really. Johnny never had much to go on, back in the ol days, it was just the idea of crashing me, that seems to be the only thought in their empty heads.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting, but I did not see any way for me to opt out of your private Baum joke, and/or simulation given that I really was not that interested and would not want to encourage the overblown and egotistical pretensions of Tom. Needless to say.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember seeing the movie starring Judy Garland, based on the Baum book, when I was about maybe 12 years old, when it appeared on television for the first time. I also read maybe a handful of Baum books, a pack of the most nonsensical fluff that is often dished to children in a variety of books. I really do not see any connection of reality to Baum.

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 Yes, in regards to my oral report for biology class, about a particular species of Canadian duck, I do think that there was also some discussion of the mating rituals of the duck, how they use certain duck cells to identify each other while mating in the marshy lowland areas of mostly Canada, although also maybe northen U.S. And then the ducks mate, the female lays the eggs and the male duck takes over the eggs, and the ducklings when born are imprinted on him.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during my oral report in biology class on the topic of ducks, the subjects of duck mating was a necessary part of the process, needless to say. Oh, I'm sorry, did I forget to use the F- word? And did that somehow feel like a needle to F-bomb idiot Tom? 

And then there was the part about how the father takes over the laying on the eggs, and when they are born the little ducklings are imprinted upon him, of which the topic of imprinting is another important component of the story about ducks. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, strange how every little mistake in high school biology class is broadcast on national television, as if you broadcasters were a clone of Mr. Schaeffer, whose opinion about my test results he was entitled to vehemently express in front of the entire class, even if I thought he was a bit severe. Ok, so that answer was wrong. Ok, fine. Makes you wonder how did I ever test somewhere in the 90th+ percentile on the English and Reading Comprehension side of things. Tom only wishes he could make my oral report on a certain Canadian duck species into a national calamity, in which the father stays home to raise the ducklings. It was only a report about ducks, not intended as a socialist cause.

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Yes, wasn't that ridiculous, how I got all upset about something, during high school, in journalism class, and then looking back now, I can see how that was so ridiculous of me to do something about that, it really did not matter that much, it would have been so much better for me to just not even take journalism class at all so as not to be aware of all these personality conflicts.

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Yes, that would be so rude of us to be asking the Bells why their Baptist people are such rude and vulgar monstrosities on the back side of things. I suppose at church they may seem like such nice people, but are they only there for motives of greed and ambition and social and financial aspiration, not really saved, so to speak? But I digress. I probably should not be asking such intrusive questions when in our church we may also have some persons who are oddly digressing from what we might have expected of them. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, well, whether or not there would ever be a gas or oil well there on that property, always was an iffy matter of ifs or maybes or buts, not really something to count on or put in the bank prematurely. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my little sister, at age 10, was a fan of Donny Osmond, while I was NOT. She had a Donny Osmond tape with that song "Until the Twelfth of Never," and I remember hearing that song more than once. Never Never Never. Why can't you hear that, too?

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Yes, isn't it obvious that they are Spanish Royalists who are seeking to reclaim Texas and California for the Spanish crown, by reasserting older claims? I am surprised that some persons have not noticed that before. They are so obvious.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, whatever happened to that trashy hoe Becky Gonzo and her horrible sister. I don't care if I ever hear from those Mexican dogs ever again in this lifetime. That was so hypocritical of her to be filling my ear with criticism of her brother's allegedly live-in girlfriend when she herself, as I later learned, is basically on the same level with her own boyfriend.  Don't bother me with their Gonzo garbage. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, once again I am reminded that I have agreed to evacuate the planet, but there may be a delay. The time for my departure from this planet has yet to be determined, so there is no rush to go somewhere before the appointed hour, whenever that may be.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how she works herself up into such a self-righteous snit about books, and not reading bad books, and what books to burn, and probably some books deserve to be ignored, but then there she is behind the barn concocting spin the bottle kissing games, there she is sucking face with whatever boys in the neighborhood. As if we would not notice this hypocrisy.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am a Christian who knows that Christ died for my soul. As for that other repulsive and disgusting fleabag idiot, probably the same is true, mentally agreed, although I should probably recuse myself from having to pass judgment on them. That would not be my job.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, perhaps Rheena could cough up the actual name of her father's trashy hoe mistress, so that you could start your investigation there, because you will not get much out of me. I am trying to wash my hands of my schoolmates in a diplomatic way, so it is quite rude and unfair of them to drag me back into their dreary horrible mess.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have had it up to here with the haughty arrogants snobs of the "Five" clique pooping all over my life with their incredibly stupid things to say, all in cursive. Shocking! But that was years ago. I am no longer on speaking terms with those people who think it is so fun to talk about the time they went camping and all slept in the same tent all crowded together, and what would I know about what they said there in their private tent?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and there is that old photo of my great-grandfather, originally a butcher by trade, with that blind Chinese man, possibly a witch doctor although I am not sure what is true about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, clearly, we see that some persons need to be disabused of the notion that I am their family dog. Actually not. Whose dog am I, you may be asking? Not yours. No, not yours.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of the dreary horrid "Five" clique, a pack of haughty arrogant snobs who imagine themselves the center of the universe. But you probably get all your information from that clueless Rosanna Kaput, a vicious nasty person who fortunately no longer lives anywhere near here. Rosanna once accused me of giving her the "evil eye" which was such a ridiculous thing to say, thus revealing herself to be an ignorant and superstitious peasant, not really a Christian. Maybe someday Rosanna could get saved, but for now she is not worthy of further mention.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Irene said something quite odd about her own niece, how she fears that her niece gets too much public attention because of her red hair. Apparently that is a problem that Irene thinks needs to be dealt with. And if she would say that about her own niece, what would she do to any other unrelated redhead, and also how would she treat her own children and teach them about that? Yes, I don't know, but I did think that it was odd that she would be saying that to me. Oh, but I am only an auburn, maybe I could pass for brown, but for the freckles.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Irene was such a nice person to work with back in the day, she was a valued as a co-worker and also friend to some extent, in stark contrast to some other arrogant people who do not seem to be able to think of anything intelligent to say about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I may wish that my sister had not said that in the stairwell, about that heavyset girl, because the sound echoes and everyone in the stairwell can probably hear what she said, including that girl, who was not that far away, but how to reprimand that without drawing more attention to that than deserved. Hmmm..

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there is the official Lockman story, and then there is the conspiracy theory as explained to me by Irene; not that Irene, a different Irene. The way Irene explains that is quite scary, chilly in fact, but details? You would have to get the details from Irene or whoever belongs to her private cabal, because I do not remember much about that. Do not bother me with Irene's gossip issues.

But you are late to the gate. You did not arrive until after Irene left and you probably get all your skewed information from that Mexican guy with a Social Security issue. If you are not going to do any research beyond your own nose, I will feel myself constrained to leave the sloppy amateur hacks broiling in their own foul stew, because why should that be my problem? I might be better than that, I might be better off without that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, do you always snatch papers out of unsuspecting hands, just to see what grade someone else got in journalism class, as did that obnoxious twit Tony? No small wonder that he got the shock of his life, but I had not planned for him to do that. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting, nay, fascinating to be hearing the irrelevant screeches of the Shtuttle-Bug. And who are you? Nobody I ever met. So who are you to tell me where I have to go? I never did take my orders from that idiot. I am self-employed and I file my own taxes separately from them.

I won my first Bible fair and square, in a Bible memory verse contest. It was a King James Version Bible. It was the ultimate prize. Other children were satisfied with toys and games, but I went for the ultimate prize so that is how I got my first Bible.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that maybe a year or so after I had started at Lockman's, that Irene was fired for some mysterious reason. Shortly before that event, she had filled my ear with a boatload of gossip that had made me sort of nervous, not knowing what to believe about that one way or another.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was nice of Mark Carpenter to give me a tip about a possible job at the Lockman Foundation, which was said to be well paid and good working conditions. I went there, applied and was accepted for employment, and I stayed there for maybe two and a half years, until I felt the need to move on and do something else, because I did not see very much upward mobility there for me. It was a nice ride for the two-plus years that I worked there and I had no complaints about that. I just did not feel like there was a future there for me there, I needed to move on to something else rather than be permanently flattened by staying there forever. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember being told about how they have their Latin Vulgate. Yes, so OK, fine, so for what do they need the King James Who? Yes, I suppose they have their own minds made up a certain way, so why waste my breath trying to reprogram something. I wasn't planning to pick an argument about that.