Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that the Republicans sold out to the Italian mafia, where poor white people are not welcome. Yes, and how are we supposed to compete with all of their flashy Jane Dough? We have nothing comparable to that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing someone say that they had to let Bill go. See Bill go! Go, Bill, go! 

It is jsut as well that Bill find some other place to perform and do his thing. Put him on stage somewhere and let him perform his Irish tenor act and bang on his drums. That is all there is to say about Bill. Go, Bill, go!  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember when I was about age 13 having lunch with my Mom at the department store restaurant which is decorated with various paintings and sculptures of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. These characters are a dime a dozen down there, but my mind has blurred on whether that was Freund's or Siman's department store. I forget. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that if I bought the book from eBay or some used book vendor, that does not constitute any material support directly to the author, given that the secondary used book market does not constitute any revenue directly to him. Besides which, what evil could be expected from some childhood acquaintance? 

And there was that online conversation about whether I would help them with reattaching the head of Saint Thomas More to his body, buried separately, and even if you could manage to stitch that together, would it stand up and talk and be alive again? No, probably not, that would probably be a useless pursuit.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I noticed that it was your choice to hire that Latina witch Debbie, so obviously it will be your responsibility, not mine, to do whatever she wants. Not my problem. I will not care, I will not lift a finger, do not bother me with your Debbie garbage. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I see no reason for me to wade through all of this dense literary verbiage, beyond noting the title of the book, that is to say: "Utopia Undone: The Fall of Uruguay in the Novels of Carlos Martinez Moreno." Sometimes it is better to leave the books on the shelves unopened without delving into their dreary contents. My brain does not want to absorb even that. 

Coincidentally, my late grandfather had something to say about St. Thomas More, who was the author of "Utopia," but I doubt there would have been much correspondence between our More and Kenton's fallen Utopia of the Uruguayan variety. More's book "Utopia," is still considered a classic even if somewhat controversial, but anyway, these Spanish authors are not well known in Engliish and/or American/English circles so it is hard for us to say much about them and the dreary grooves of dismal thoughts that may be reflected there.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I see that you already have your appointed yellow phone, so why are you bothering me with that stuff/ Some yellow phones are better than other yellow phones, to be sure, but anyway, your yellow phone was not my problem. Those Swedish make the worst yellow phones ever, but yellow phones named Sylvia are also quite useless and bothersome. But anyway, you got to know when to hold em and when to fold em, as the saying goes.