Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have completely forgotten what on earth you are talking about. Try what? Who said what? I forget you so that you can be sure that I will never even think of you ever in this lifetime. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is true that the Bible requires us to love everyone, so in that sense it must be true that I was lying when I said that I hated Stacy. I am required to love everyone, even Stacy. It is a mandatory thing for Christians to love everyone, even persons they personally dislike in other respects. That said, even so, I am no fan of them. I would only be lying if I pretended to care, and that would only add to the irritation. I would just be pretending to care, so false friends are not really worth that much effort. So all I can really say is to tell them to have a nice life. 

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, I do not recall myself being offered the job of chaperone of hers, nor would I accept the job if offered (what a rude question undeserving to be dignified with any ridiculous answer) and the attached responsibilty that I cannot handle what with all these daggers sticking out of my back.  

Which Remins Me

Yes, I am so not interested in the job of chaperone. That was suggested by some guy on a plane, but actually I thought he was quite rude to try to overwrite my original programming in that idiotic way. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that there might actually be something to the "stardust" theory, that the elements composing our bodies and spirits and souls might include some other-worldly element yet clouded in mystery. But not to worry. We only have one life to live and then the judgment, as they say. Life is short and then there is eternity. How will we spend eternity? Something about how we live now will determine our eternal destiny. How we live now does matter. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember when we were on the plane returning home from El Salvador, there was a guy in the next seat over who pulled out what could appear as if a laptop computer and was tapping away on that thing. But there are no such things in 1976 so that would be impossible.In the 1970s computers are huge things that fill an entire building, requiring all sorts of bells and whistles to produce maybe a kilobyte of information if you are lucky. So I must have been confused.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I refused to accept the invitation to go to the movies with those girls, to see [Olier[ the musical, and somehow I never heard the end of that. It is just a broken record. Blah blah blah. Perhaps there is no real person out there, only a spinning machine.