Which Reminds Me

Yes, it seems normal that everybody's mother thinks that her son is so special, even if I may be of the opinion that he is only a creepy annoying twit named Tony. But Arab people are so weird about promoting themselves in the most ridiculous and irritating ways, completely tone deaf. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember meeting those two guys who later moved to Montana from California. Sometimes I think I hear them yammering, and yet I somehow think that I owe them nothing. If they were truly giving to the Lord, they would not need to ask. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I forget exactly when I tuned out of math, never my strongest point, not helpful to have the distraction of this Tony D. clown obsessing on me nearby. And he is only a neurotic nuisance, not really a friend. I think I could have done better at math without Tony, but there is no time later, no Tony, forg4et Tony. I think that I could have learned other languages also, but life is short, and my brain does not absorb stuff the same way as when I was younger. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of rude, when Joy was telling me that her fiancee Harold Moore thinks that I am dirty. Oh, what a rue thing to say, something about how there is no dishwasher, so sometimes dishes pile up in the sink, not too much but anyway, also the yellow vinyl tiles in the kitchen always do look sort of dingy. Ok, fine. I am so glad that I am not an employee of those trailer trash boors. And then there was the time when I had not anticipated Joy barging into the bathroom at that precisely wrong moment, I thought that I had a couple of seconds to quick go grab something and return, but there is only one bathroom that is shared by two people, not the sole property of Joy, who by the way never spends much time there anyway, she spends most of her waking hours at her fiancee's apartment nearby. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Joy was one of my roommates for several months when I was living in Virginia. When I said that I had attended SCC, she said that she is somehow related to Sam Ebersole, who I remembered was a techie sound guy at my college. Apparently he later moved to Colorado and was having a successful career in media. Oh, so that was an interesting minor coincidence. Looking deeper into the paperwork of the matter, I now see that Joy was actually a stepchild of Ebersole from Pennsylvania, who was apparently some distant cousin to Sam, the second husband of her mother. Oh, ok, fine. And there was a time when I had to apply some verbal pressure, to urge her to pay her half of the electricity bill, reminding her that she had recently spent big money on an expensive boombox as a birthday present for her fiancee, but for some reason she does not want to contribute a small amount, maybe $10 or 20 although I do not remember the exact amount, to pay her half of the electricity bill, so that was sort of contradictory for her to suddenly claim she cannot afford to pay for electricity.  

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Yes, we can see that Greg Norman may be stuck in Sicily for the long haul, so we are not expecting to hear more from them, given that, anyway, he is only a fireman who is sitting around the firehouse all day long with apparently nothing else to do but polish the firetruck. But what was that rude thing that they said about the people of Malta? That wasn't very nice. How dare you insult the people of Malta that way. Maybe he could spell that more clearly so that we can all hear that. They might do things differently than the people of Sicily, but anyway they have the same right of self-determination as everyone else. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting to see you blithely yapping away, and yet unaware that cattle ranching is an integral part of the general economy of Texas. Thus, to promote vegetarian ideals might seem an unnecessary conflict of interests, but to each his own. The upheavals of the meat packing industry of a century ago are quickly receding into the past and now, in our generation, nobody can remember anything about that. Whatever your job might be, who knows if trading one meat packing industry for another has any special meaning. We only know that Outback is a good place for a steak dinner, but there are many such places in our country.