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Yes, I do think that the dictionary represents the highest level of human wisdom on matters of word definitions currently available to mankind. Maybe after death I will not need this physical artifact of words printed on paper, maybe later I will advance to other levels of knowledge beyond what is available in the dictionary, but for now the dictionary represents the best possible option for diffusing the best available knowledge for the use of everyone. I cannot speak for those demonic creatures who disdain the use of dictionaries. I know my physical limitations of human existence and know that I should be grateful for the existence of dictionaries. Even if I do not use the dictionary every day, it is there when I need it. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember many years ago, maybe 2001 or thereabouts, attending a Bible study at Perino's house for three months, and they used a Beth Moore study book with a blue cover if I remember rightly, and it was led by one of Perino's Blackie who I have since forgotten and no longer care to be reminded of. The problem with these dull boring people is that make us feel guilty for not feeling sorry for their miserable lives, and so then we feel ourselves compelled to patiently sit through all this tedious stuff, and then later we cannot get rid of them. Suddenly I find them sneaking around behind my back trying to control everything and make my life a reflection of their dreary Perino mediocrities. Go home already and stop expecting too much from me.  

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Yes, I am somehow reminded, by a trailer, of that job interview that I once had at that newsletter place over on Gateway Drive. From the start, it was apparent that they did not like me, so, OK, fine, you win some lose some. How dare I attempt to represent myself  and my jumbled life in a resume. How dare I attempt to put my best foot forward. How dare I seek to improve my lot in life. Ok, fine. So the broomstick biddies were not going to approve of me, no matter what. Ok, fine, better luck next time, hopefully. 

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Yes, I suppose that you will want me to say something about Joann, and the online mail I was receiving from their ex-wife Debbie. Sounded like a horrible mess, the way I heard it online. Why go to all that trouble just to pull a token Webster's dictionary away from the mother of his children? It just wasn't that important. Who cares? We have made too much progress in Western Civilization (an A class for me) now to pretend that being male is the only thing required to write a dictionary. No one is disputing the fact of male authority. After all, Adam's first job in the Bible was to name the animals. That was Adam's job, not so much Eve's job. Right. But nowadays, more than a mere male is required to write a dictionary or to provide a truly authoritative definition. It is not enough to be born in Spain. You might pull birth gender rank and fool a few persons for a short time, but then it just gets tedious having to lvie that way. And anyway, ChatGPT is now telling me that for most professional lexicographers, the minimum qualification is a bachelor's degree in English, Spanish, Linguistics, Modern Languages, Classics, or a closely related field. Competitive applicants often have: Master's degree in Linguistics, Lexicography or Applied Linguistics and also a PhD (especially for historical or scholarly dictionaries), For Spanish lexicography, degrees in Hispanic Linguistics, Philology, Spanish Language, or Romance Languages are especially valued. In this case, I might prefer to go with the dictionary and/or ChatGPT, thanks anyway.  
  

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Yes, so you crazy people thought that you could drop off your cigarette in my toilet, and that no one would ever notice that I don't smoke. If I say anything, I will just find more of yoru spit-in-my-eye tricks, so I should just not say anything more about that.  

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Yes, Cannery Row is definitely a tourist trap. I try to never go there. The canneries are mostly gone anyway, and it is all souvenir shops and that sort of glitzy places to spend money. 

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Yes, every once in a while my mother reminds me that when I was a small child, maybe a toddler, my mother was working a job, and so she had a babysitter for me, who was Mrs. Robinette. Her son Doctor Phil is now a professor of sociology at the college, but I have no memory whatsoever of him or them. My mind just goes blank at the thought of them. I have no memories of that era of my young life to share. I was too young.