Which Reminds Me

Yes, I tend to think that it was a bit awkward for me, having to pretend to be a friend of Bill, when actually I do not like him very much on a personal level. Back in the day, in 1982, that was an interesting experience, but if Bill wants to reunite his old band, he will need to find some other keyboard player and/or girl singer. I am really not all that interested in reliving those old things of the distant past that I would rather forget about anyway. I am completely out of music now. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember noticing that sometimes people down there think that all white people are rich and possessed of unlimited Monopoly money to fund these jet-setting exploits and/or mockeries. But that is their naive and ignorant expectation. No, not all white people are rich, there are poor white people also, but neither would I want to say that I have nothing. We have this treasure in jars of clay, as the Good Book says. But anyway, whatever. You cannot just script all of these vain conceits and expect that white people are going to just blindly jump on board. Maybe not. Maybe I have other priorities than their privately held agenda. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really am planning to speak more eventually, after some of this confusion gets cleared out, but anyway, of one thing you may be certain, I am not going to nominate your lousy script for consideration as deserving of an Academy Award. Definitely not. I never had any plan of going to the Caribbean, that was some crackpot scheme cooked up by maybe Rhonda Rockefeller, I am not sure exactly who said that, but definitely that was not my plan. 

Perhaps that was your backhanded way of suggesting that I go live in some cardboard box. As if. No, definitely not. My basic needs are few but I do require Internet access at a minimum. 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, one can only wonder what part of "No" did your magazine subscription salesboys not understand? Twice I was accosted by those guys. Ok, I would give you a drink of water to quench your thirst of wandering and yet not buy the magazine subscription. The second time I was more prepared not to waste my time with your sales gimmicks. Go!

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember back in the day, when we were living in El Salvador, Ann Campbell, who is a Canadian, came to our house with her two friends visiting from New York. She wanted us to meet them. From our house we walked to the McDonald's behind our house, and had lunch there with those two people from New York, a teenage girl and her little brother, but beyond meeting them there was nothing to say, their vocabulary being limited to words, it becomes impossible for me to remember what were their names, only that they had a serious communication problem. There is nothing more that I could possibly say about that. Another complicated thing that Ann throws at people who have no idea what she is talking about anyway. If I never hear from those New York people, so much the better. I could not care less. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I probably should be thinking about other recipes for using the crockpot more often, but then it takes so long to cook that way, and then cleaning up is such a horrible mess unless I have those some of those plastic liner crockpot bags on hand to contain the food.   

Which Reminds Me

 Tes, that was so rude. What was the name of our intern that summer? My phone was ringing. She reachs over and picks up my phone, says F into the phone, and then hands me the phone, and then I am supposed to recover from that. Unbearable. But if you are only listening to phone taps you might not have noticed that. Only some people in the office might still remember her, but I forget what her name was. Only that she was blonde.