Which Reminds Me

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. 

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Yes, that was sort of awkward, the way she got all emotional and flustered, embellishing her speech by making some uncomfortable point. It was not for us to say whether her husband she be required to do the laundry whenever they... Yes, I cannot even repeat that. Let her explain what she meant by that. 

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Yes, that was nice of them to offer me a job at Ed Cole's organizaiton, Meximized Manhood, but I said no. I when there for an interview with his daughter's husband, a lawyer, and that was interesting, but anyway  it seem as if things could get complicated, so I said no. That never happened. And I have already explained this same point several times over again so how many times more before the truth is heard? 

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Yes, we are not unaware of your favored principle of Free-Dumb, even if maybe we may or may not want to say whether that is true or not. That might work in some situations, but then again there might be other reasons or principles to consider. I am saying. We may or may not care about being liked by the mind-numbed promoters of Free-Dumb. The Bible says to be innocent as doves and also wise as serpents. So I don't know whether or not your idea of Free-Dumb fits with mine. 

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Yes, and then there is the question of why should there be a national joke about vices? It is not that funny to me. And also, it gives the impression of winking at sin, of making light or game of things that are really quite serious, especially when overdone and addictive to the users. So where do I go to opt out of this rat maze? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school going to the United States Embassy to file an application for my Social Security card. Many years later, working in California I learned that the first three digits are code for a certain region for administrative purposes of the embassy, because there was a Mexican guy working there who had the same code, as was noticed by the people who do that, but what passport and other paperwork he had I cannot remember. He got his somewhere in southern Mexico, I forget which city he said. Ha ha ha! And it would seem sort of rude of me to ask more than I would really want to know. A card was a card that I needed to use for applying to colleges. Nothing illegal about that.   

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Yes, it is difficult for me to understand why she wanted to use the label of "Courtesan" to designate herself. I heard her saying that but I was not sure where that came from or what that was intended to signify. Huh? I probably should not be repeating crazy stuff that I hear, but then again why would I not think that there was something sort of weird about that. After all, I was not really that stupid.   

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Yes, I tend to think of Bruce Bell as a sniveling namby-pamby uninteresting wishy-washy wimp not worth mentioning. What a stupid thing for him to say about that. What a worthless idiot are these riff-raff Bells. Nobody wants to kiss his pukey face. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot imagine there being anything that I would need to discuss with the Bells. They were living in an alternate universe. Oh, sorry about that. Too dangerous to talk about that what with all of these bullets ricocheting all over the place.  

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Yes, which brings up another question, why all of this stormy obsessive discussion of the Janet Cook story, Cook being the journalist whose career ended infamously after she invented fictional characters to make her point. Yes, I remember reading an article about that back around the time that happened, maybe in Time magazine. So, OK, whatever. I vaguely remember at Evangel rooming for 2-3 months with Jan Green, but the Cooks were unknown to me. I remember reading many articles in Time magazine, about so many things. But OK, fine, if you insist, we can talk about the Cooks, although I do not really remember them anyway. I seem to have forgotten some people who were not all that interesting in the first place. 

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Yes, why would you be bothering me about your Michigan connection to Mr. Sokobin's daughter. For one thing, we are not related to Sokobin, notwithstanding the fact that he was an important signer of passport applications. Also, how is that you do not know that Kathy from the CIA is your handler and she will ship your head directly to those government people who need to know about your frivolous complaints of whatever nature. Thus, I see no reason for you to bother me about nothing much. 

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Yes, I do think that I would prefer the disinterested regulations of the federal government supervising this matter of land management, rather than to get stuck in some muddy wrestling pit having to duke it out with some horrbly wretched evil witch. Needless to say. Obviously. 

Yes, I did happen to notice the idiotic rantings of that real estate agent named Donna. If this were a Spanish book, the word "real" would translate as "royal," but given that Donna is only a self-interested business person doing her own thing, I do not see where her opinions matters in the slightest. If I needed a real estate agent, her name would probably not be on my list. My family would already have their own professional contacts to recommend in that field, probably not Donna.  

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Yes, weird that you would send your little puppet Pam to inform me of some formal charges lodged against your own children, by whoever, of which I was not yet aware, but whatever, Yes, so I was warned not to talk about that in future, so after that I had even more reasons to never remember. So many people, so little time. Anything I say would only aggravate the problem apparently, and anyway I admit that I don't really care. Weird that you would have all these people from Michigan on your staff. And wasn't Michigan the home state of Samuel Sokobin's daughter, all dead now.  So who cares about that? Nice of you to sign my passport application. Beyond that, i do not see any further connection between us and them. Yes, have a nice life. Goodbye!   

Which Rerminds Me

Yes, that was so rude of Carmen to try to throw her miserable life at me. Ulises was her boyfriend, not my problem. While she is ascending to U.S. citizenship, I was expected to go live in Caribbean misery that she left behind. And also there was that lecture about the extreme legalism of the Mayan culture, not really for white people. So that was her idea of an exchange program, not really mine.  My feeling would be to rebuke them for trying to put a Caribbean hex on me, and intruding upon my personal life, among other things, but then again they are church people so what do I know.  I am not allowed to say what I really think about that.  

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Yes, whatever happened to Vickie Canfield from high school? She belonged to the Open Bible church, and I do agree that keeping the Bible open is probably more important than some of this other bird cage lining, but anyway, my job may on occasion involve other writings than the Bible. But where would her head have landed in all that mess? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during the one year I worked at Hermano Pablo's, our co-worker Mark was often in a rage about various things going on there. He thought the headlines and writing in the fundraising newsletters were overly sensationalized. I did not want to say whether or not I would agree with him. Did I not also hear that the newsletters are written by a professional fundraising specialist who is trained specifically to produce this type of fundraising materials? So who am I to say what they should put in their newsletters? But Mark prefers to vent his rage upon the newsletter, at least for now. And these people are always so celver about flipping the script later, as experience has shown, so perhaps I should not add my two cents to that one-sided conversation. 

And then later I heard that they fired Mark, after learning that he had all the phones rigged to his phone, so that he could eavesdrop on every phone conversation in the building. Come to think of it, I remember that he always seemed to know everything that was happening there.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that back at the beginning of this thing, 12-15 years ago, they were wanting information about China because they were saying they wanted to help connect China Christians to the Catholic church in Rome, and also to honor those who would assist in that process. Well, good luck with that, but there is not very much that we can say. There are a few things that are a matter of public record, such as ship travel registers and consular documents, and beyond that time is fast sending those events deeper into the past, to be later interpreted by historians perhaps, but probably that would not be us. . We might not live long enough to see the move, if there ever would be one. 

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Yes, it is true that I did have a sort of part-time job during my last couple of years of high school. I translated letters for the child care program that was run by the school system that was founded by the Bueno family. So that was nice. We would go occasionally to the secretary there, who would give us a packet of letters to translate. Those were letters of students writing to their U.S. sponsors who presumably could not read Spanish. Those were cute letters, we would return those to the secretary with a translation attached. They paid us I forget how many cents per letter. So that job ended when we left the country, nothing more to say about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, sometimes I think that I hear those wretched evil sports dogs rolling around in the lower compartments of hell, but my hearing is not that good. You were not invited to my life, you barged in uninvited as any rude and boorish person could or would. You were nothing. We would put you in jail, but anyway, we were not the police.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am definitely not applying for any job in the area of fundraising for nonprofit organizations, not that there are not so many good causes that could benefit from added funding. So many diseases in need of a cure, so many poor people in need of assistance, etc. etc. But definitely I am not gifted in the area of fundraising, so no reason to belabor that point. For what do I need the idiots of NYC screaming at me about fundraising? I already am not planning to go there anyway. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, nobody is asking for your garbage sports money. I would rather die than have to associate with stupid sports people. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, when finding all of these nasty people screeching at me about how they do not give me, I am convinced and persuaded that the job of fundraising is not for me. No way am I ever going to ever contemplate the thought of a career in fundraising. Forget about that. Other people have a knack for fundraising, but definitely not me. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was working in Boca Raton, for a newspaper there, I had the occasion of interviewing Wanda at a time when she was a candidate for City Council office. Each candidate was interviewed was given the opportunity to tell their story and explain what they hoped to accomplish if elected. I am glad to see that you learned how to read for yourself so I will not need to regurgitate whatever was said in the article. Wanda's campaign was successful. She was elected to City Council. Beyond what was published, I do not remember anything more about her. I actually do not have very much opinion about these people, I only did my job and nothing more. 

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Yes, easy for you to pay high taxes when you have millions in the bank. Easy for you to say. Don't when I would ever readh that tax tier when still working on my degree in underwater basketweaving. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not sure what you mean by "those people." Perhaps you are referring to that back-stabbing traitoress who left us and ran off to Oklahoma to join the Jehovah's Witness cult. So? Coincidentally, our high school classmate Libby was known to belong to the Jehovah's Witness cult, although now she is living in Connecticut pretending to be a Puerto Rican Catholic. Ha ha ha! And why should I be required to pay for the crimes of cultic whacko Libby? She did not have to sit up there in New England pretending to be in charge of the unvierse, but under there circumstances, So did they turn Jewish or do they belong to that cult? Sometimes that is not so clear. 

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Yes, I am not looking to pick an argument with Jewish people, wanting to protect my own safety among other reasons, but also my original instructions included something about how we will need to let Ron-It go. She lives in Israel now, which is actually a separate country from the United States, and why do I need to answer questions when actually I am not that interested in going there. Maybe I would go there on a vacation tour of the highlights of the Holy Land, preferably with a guide who knows what they are talking about, but beyond that, we could not really talk in high school, so why start now. 

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Yes, I too thought that I would just work work work long into my old age, but somehow I find Problematical interference on many levels. I would like to just evacuate the planet and not leave a footprint or trace behind, not make myself the issue, yet somehow I cannot avoid getting too much attention focused on me. I did not really ask for that, but the walls are in a ruinous state. 

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Yes, how weird, maybe if I look around FB long enough, maybe it would take me years to bother, but eventually maybe I would run across evidence of the existence of Donald's wretched Hot Mess baby. Well, la di dah! Since when do I connect to those fashionista scum and their dirty money? Yuk! You probably get all of your wrong information from some evil demonic Ron-It. So worthless. Such a huge waste of my time. 

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Yes, I am not sure actually, did I hear that Prada's book deal was canceled? I don't know what I heard, it is not like they would ever drop by just to tell us about that. I just have no idea. I do not actually hang out with those lowlife scum. How would I know? I have to show some responsibility for myself, I cannot control what other people do about that. How are they not embarrassed of being such worthless Latino garbage? Not my problem. But of course I cannot actually say such un-nice things. That would not be the Christian thing to say. But also how many extra miles to I have to walk the extra mile before I quit altogether? I already quit a long time ago, no more nonsense.  

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Yes, there you are stuck in a hot mess, how dare you bother me about your own garbage hot mess. Not my problem. Yuk! And you have only yourself to blame for having built that hot mess. Not by problem. And then you try so hard to make me feel guilty about the hot mess that you built in the first place. Not my problem. And you are such a worthless hot mess that nobody wants anyway. Not my problem.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I noticed that you are such a lousy Cook, no wonder you cannot  understand a Tasty Stand, you are only a Curt and rude and worthless excuse for I don't know what. Since when do I care about the tasky tasteless riff-raff people of Illinois? 

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Yes, we had known that the Buenos were originally turned Anglo, and now returning to their Latin roots. What I had not realized was that the Balius family also had roots in Spain. Oh, I did not know that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, back in the late 1970s, that there existed some guy named Johnny Rents, who on Sunday evenings often drove us, and also Rachel, home in the church van after youth activities. His late father was the pastor of that church. I lost track of them later so cannot say if Johnny died or what. 

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Yes, I cannot forget that there was a time when I was working for a company that was owned by Democrats who sold the company, and also I left, but maybe I would throw them a few crumbs now and then, I do n't know, depends. So that was interesting. I switched to Independent around that time and am still unattached to parties, too lazy to stop by Ctiy Hall to wrack my brain trying to decide which party. And don't we always say that this is one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all? So who cares which party? Parties may well be a necessary accoutrement of a Democratic form of government, but other priorities are mor important than being with one party or another. My Dad's Aunt Julia was a prominent Republican, as noted in the diaries of great-grandmother, but she is not alive now to explain with that meant.     ` 

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Yes, I could have not tried that, but also she did not have to react that way. So maybe you are saying that if I did go to hell, that I would find her head rolling around in the bottomless pit, but hopefully I can not repeat that mistake and aoid going there. I guess that means we are NOT going to be friends. Needless to say. Obviously.  

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Yes, truth be told, the precise name of the expectant slut arriving here from high school is as yet unknown to me, although by guesswork I could try to throw out some names, but who knows which one would fit the bill. I have no idea. I would rather not know, actually. Nobody cares anyway. That is only a trap to catch me is ome misspoken misstake. 

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Yes, someone has brought up the question of who had the ridiculous idea of hiring this vicious, nasty, horrid witch Mrs. Faulkner for the job of coding the entirety of western civilization. I could elaborate on this topic but I would rather avoid any future conflict of any personal nature. She becomes merely a phenomenon of Swedish pop culture in such a context with nothing more to say about that.  

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Yes, I heard that they only care about money, so that they might as well constitute Nashville as the capital of the Beer Nation, thus to coronate Mr. Busch as the permanent Emperor of the Liquid Spirits. Then we could see a little clearer to bifurcate the country, so that the rest of us country could loop around and circumvent the beer half. I thought that I heard something online about that, but what would I know about that? Nothing actually. Hmmmm Problematic.

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Yes, in recent years when I was doing my genealogy i noticed that my grandmother had an uncle named Jessie, but anyway he was definitely not you. He died in 1954, so obviously I am not seeing any connection there. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I never had any private conversation whatsoever with O'Farrell, so I do not impressed with Martha's lousy efforts to write a fictional novel about a conspiracy network linking me to him. She should just forget about trying to write fiction. Nobody wants to listen to Martha's ludicrous conspiracy theories. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that many years ago, I received a phone call from Mike Santiago at the Swaggart organization, telling me that they were going to be needing a translator and maybe I could apply for a job there. However, I never did apply there or explore that option. Somehow I had the feeling that such a job could present some problematic issues for white girl, the stereotypes against white girl do exist, so I did not even send them my resume. Nothing. It was as if the Lord was telling me not to go there. Weird how so many people knew about that later, and yet wrong about that. No, I ultimately said no to that. I did have other opportunities to do some translation work, Spanish to English, but there is really not enough of that type of work to matter much or to bring in much of any income anyway, besides which those people are mostly dead now, their organization mostly non-existent, so that really is something not worth mentioning. It was probably just as well that I did not do that.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that she had a conflict with the executive editor and stormed off the job. I forget the details of that, I might have been a source of annoyance somehow, I forget how that happened. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, apart from my original mistake at age 3, there is actually a normal place and role for a quality of intelligent curiosity that can be harnessed for purposes of education and enlightenment. Thus, you will not be allowed to condemn me for pursuing my personal interests and getting As in Miss Marken's English class and for expanding my horizons as far as reasonably possible within the limitations of human existence and technological progress. If you continue to persist in interfering with my intelligence pursuits of life and liberty, not yet showing no repentance for trying to strangle my faith, there may be a need to have you removed from my back side by means of crowbar or whatever is required to get rid of you. And if you insist on putting your name in that box, certainly that would apply to you. Do not let me hinder you from frolicking naked in the jungles of Africa or to take dictation from Mrs. Bigfoot, if you so desire, but also that is not where I am planning to go with this, so there is just no reason to continue this conversation.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you really should have long ago gotten over the idea that everything that goes wrong is a personal affront to you. Actually nobody was talking about you at all, but if you insist on taking it that way, you will have to live in that space all by yourself for a very long time. Enough said. Needless to say. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not remembering how many months did we hvae to tolerate having the Chronowitch as our supervisor. Maybe José would remember something. I only remember that she was full of the most worthless garbage Oprah money. Blah blah blah. Oprah this, Oprah that. Whatever. I am not particularly interested in commenting on whatever they do with their money. I just think that has nothing to do with me. I have other plans for myself than being thrown around by Oprah money, so that hwatever they want to do is no concern of mine. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that ChatGPT does a good job of concisely summarizing what there is to say about the use of the term "bourgoisie" in the 19th century. Our high school readings of Dickens, Ibsen and Balzac were other titles, but generally speaking the term obviously has a negative connotation. Nowadays, this term is almost never used, except maybe in some historical context as a phenomenon that existed before the world wars of the 20th century. I do not think that I would recommend its use, maybe not quite in a legal sense as bad as calling someone a crook, but there it is in the dictionary nonetheless. 

And what was that Edith Wharton title that you were trying to throw at me, something about a single woman who descends into drug addiction after exhausting her marriage and societal options? What a depressing thought. And later I went and tried to read a Wharton book, and I never did get past the first chapter. Absurd. Not everything in literature is worth reading. Needless to say. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and there is the dilemma of whether your ethnic origins constitute legal immunity from your customary practice of rape and pillage. We are not equipped to issue legal opinions on this topic, so we will leave that to others to figure out. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading in news magazines or else hearing on the nightly news, something about the secret Iran-Congra affair, a political scandal of the 1980s Reagan era. I never thought that I would ever learn anything about that beyond what is often referred to in political commentaries that may appear on nightly news. I never had any personal connection whatsoever to such political figures as Oliver North and shredder-accomplice. 

There was no reason to imagine that Rowena Hall would be somehow connected to Fawn Hall. 

The only other Hall that I can remember was Jim Hall, who was our retreat speaker, so nothing to see there. Ho hum! Jim Hall's parents were John & Cuba Hall, missionaries to Africa, which is another story entirely, unrelated to Oliver North's private affairs, of which we have no knowledge or connection whatsoever.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do believe that I heard some commentary about secret relationship of our high school teacher, Miss Marken, with our science teacher, Mr. Schaeffer, but I was not quite sure that was meant by that. Basically, I thought that was a joke not worthy of further research. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, only two or three years ago I finally did discover something interesting about Nancy Holbron, a ninth grader is how I remember her. Actually, her father was military and her mother Nicaraguan, so probably she was a full-blown Contrarian, whatever that meant. So who cares? What about that? Why am I still getting mail from those military half-Contras?   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, so typical of her to pretend that she never said that in the first place, as if I would have thought of that all by myself, and then if I try to discuss that no one will have my back. I would just be drowning in a mess of nonsense. Better to wait until after I die and go to heaven, and then God who knows all things can make any necessary corrections to this distorted configuration of current affairs. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Susie was complaining about people who she served as a waitress in the coffee shop, and the tip they left was all pennies. She was quite vociferous about expressing her dissatisfaction with such rude customers who are so insulting to her with their mountains of pennies. I do not quite see it that way, never having worked in a coffee shop myself. I tend to think that money is money, and even though it would be a conisderable pain to lug around hundreds of pennies, or else take them to a bank where they have one of those automatic coin rolling machines, still money is money one way or another, so moderate your temper tantrum with that comforting thought.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, truly, the point is overdone about using words like stupid, Enough of that. 

Even so, I cannot see any reason to have my wicked uncle's errand boy/messenger pigeon running my life, as if I had not noticed that. And then they will want to resurrect some ancient about the gold standard, and about how there ought to be some Peg for an anchor. And when did it become my job to resurrect this missing Peg? I only remember some maybe snippets of that. Why should I be required to participate in this useless argument, when already our nation is filled with so many of these whipper-snapper genius economic wizards who thinkt hey know everything about everything?   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, when we are growing up and going into young adulthood, don't we all need some encouraging words to help along our faith and to make us believe that we can be more than the sum of our parts? I might have received some of that, thankfully, but not from those guys. Definitely not those guys. They will just have to eat their own curses. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not really think about that most of the time, but anyway, he has only himself to blame for marrying "blue." I have no inclination to dignify such slanderous "blue" commentaries in any formal sort of way. After that onslaught of "blue" verbiage, she need not fear that anyone will ever speak to her again ever in this lifetime, at least not me. I just have no energy for such idiotic command performances. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was so rude of whoever to imagine they could just commandeer my entire life, as if I were some mindless slave property, to spend all my time doing all of this garbage work for nothing. Maybe if there were a paycheck on the line I could give it a second thought, but you just expecting me to do all of this junk stuff for free is ridiculous and ludicrous. There is no free lunch. Nothing. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during the years at CLC, somehow I learned, online or by osmosis somehow, that the Pastor, one of his other roles is as head of the house of Bangert, and he has to protect her no matter what. So that sets up a conflict of interests, because anyway, who cares about her idiotic rantings. Enough about those California idiots. And there was the question of who drove her to the store to buy birth control pills prescribed by her doctor. I probably should have asked more specific qu4esitons about that and what really happened, but it was hard to get a word in edgewise with those witches.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, Jan Chance was such a nice friendly person, who lived on the same floor as myself during my one year at Evangel College. I did not return the next year, although not for any personal reason about her. It was just that the system was sort of broken from my point of view, and I could not seem to function without a hugely unexplainable blob of stuff all over my head. Sometimes I get made about that, but really I should not take that personally, because it had nothing to do with me.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Mrs. Grace Richardson, our Canadian teacher at our little school, after Dawn and myself had graduated from eighth grade, left us and went to Africa to work at a boarding school there. I might have heard that she encountered some difficulties there, but myself not having heard the details of that, would not want to try to repeat what I thought I heard. Susie might have more details on that, I do not remember much. There was some correspondence between Mrs. Richardson and Susie's late mother, but I only heard some vague hint of that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not sure what you want, actually, but anyway, my options are to evacuate the planet or to join a nunnery. Worse things could happen than being a nun, but I am not a Catholic so there there are too many technical glitches in this picture. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I think that many long years ago, we had abandoned the idea of deriving any benefit whatsoever from associating with the worthless "Bail-y-US" family. \

There is no longer any Uncle Sam. There is only a scattered mess of children. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, whatever happened to Greg the sports writer? In the office one day, I was logging in to my computer and then suddenly noticed that Greg is looking over my shoulder carefully watching my keystorkes in an attempt to capture what is my password, which he did and was now able to log in to my account and hack all my files. Terrifying. Weird that he was so obsessive, but fortunately he did not survive probation. There were only three months of Greg and then he was a goner. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, there has been a lot of talk on Youtube about the Secrets of Fatima, telling the story of the visions that were seen by the children, the appearance of a supernatural being of unknown origin, the various prophecies and sayings that came out of that, the lives of the children afterward and how they were affected by those events, etc. etc. Myself being a Protestant, I tend to leave it to the Catholics to tell everyone what that was about, because anyway the Catholics would have all of the records and ptaperwork associated with that, and we would probably only hear about that by reading in a book or magazine or seeing a video on Youtube. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, there is another question of whatever happened to that worthless idiot O'Farrell, Michael that is,  from high school. Martha probably remembers him, you could always ask Martha because in me there is nothing of him. I never really cared whether O'Farrell would live or die, not my problem. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I too noticed a slight resemblance there to Stone, although so what? Not a reason for me to involve myself in unknown territorial issues. I think I heard online that he may be stuck in Maryland for the long haul, not my problem, not my job, not my money. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember one time when I was working on the Society paper somewhat late, it was dark already, possibly winter, there was a knocking at the office door, and it was Norman Young wanting to talk to some of the advertising people, so I let him in the door and thought that was a sort of bizarre event. How weirdly coincidental to see them again. Don't they attend some other church now? So obviously I am not thinking about them. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, speaking of rainbows, what if there was a rainbow blouse? Maybe you could ask Dwight and Cori what they meant by that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during my first year at SCC, living on the seventh floor of the girls' dorm were two girls whose name was Candy, Candy Bennett and Candy Higgins, and they were rooming together. And then there was myself, Candi. And although I spell my name differently than theirs, it does sound the same, verbally speaking. So sometimes they are calling Candy and that is not really me, so I have to remember that they are not really talking to me, which fact I do remember, so no need to belabor this point. I do remember that they existed at that time, not sure what happened to them later. Were the two Candy's across the hall from Heather and Debbie? I forget.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, one of the benefits of being retired is not hearing the bragadocious boastings emanating from the advertising department, mostly Tyler, who drives a Corvette so everyone assumes he was probably their best salesperson, although actually I do not want to know or think too much about what goes on over there in terms of the wheeler-dealer aspects of how they negotiate with the advertisers. As long as I was getting paid, I was fine with whatever they do over there that keeps the company financially afloat. Probably Tyler would not be able to do my job either, but I was not planning to scale the wall between advertising and editorial. It just would not be worth the effort, and even less so now that the digital age has made print almost obsolete, not worth mentioning. 

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Yes, what is this platter of repulsive dog food that you have placed before me, as if I should be compelled to eat that nonsense. Never. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, truly, you have spoken as if wearing the shoes of a 19th century Chinese man irritated iwth his British colonial overseers, but that was more than 100 years ago. 

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Yes, we cannot imagine who Phil ultimately married. He was very shy so one casn easily imagine him overwhelmed by some blustering biddy, whoever that is sputtering in the background. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you have failed to explain why I should limit my future options by signing on to some demonically inspired Faustian plot.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember only that Bertwell was a friend of Heather's. Which Heather, one might ask, but it really does not seem to matter which Heather. There always seem to be various Heathers lurking about. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that those two Vineyard people I met that one time were unspeakably disgusting, whatever their names were, but I would not to clutter the airwaves trying to explain my vague impression of that, and anyway, to have them arrested would serve no purpose now. Better to just avoid them in future.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you really should realize that the "Me Too" movement is never going to happen the way you might be imagining. What is Maine but a snowbound slice of "frozen chosen" New England where it snows most of the year? Not my problem. The "Not My Problem" movement would be more apropos to the topic at hand. 

Yes, it can be easily imagined that some inquiring minds may be asking how these little brownies got their U.S. visas, But what rude person would dare to ask such a nosy question? Do I work for the immigration department? No, actually not. Not My Job: Not My Problem. 

Yet, it could be sort of interesting to hear, what actual incident set off this temper tantrum snit of nasty rich men? Because anyway, I only know that was not me. I do not have the blood type for that. 

Maybe if you are going to erase Columbus Day, you oould also cancel Christmas. That would be  job for those nasty snit people. 

What is there to say? May your enemies triumph over you, too?   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I was a bit surprised when I heard you say that you already know about the other copy of the poem that is floating around somewhere. And I only know that you did not get that from me, because it took some time for me to even remember what that was. Oh, that thing! And I suppose that you will continue with trying to ride the bronco until I finally finish kicking you out of my head. Annoying. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I can possibly imagine that inquiring minds might want to know, what is the difference between the scummy harem bimbos of Persia and the harem bimbos of Mormon-Dumb. Either way, I have nothing whatsoever to do with that. I cannot imagine there being anything that I would need to discuss with Kathy and her Persian sports dogs and/or harem bimbos or Mormon riff-raff or whoever they were. That has nothing whatsoever to do with me. We were not Mormons. Why would anyone in our family be dumb enough to go there? Absurd. But I cannot speak for them. I can only speak for myself. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I did not want to waste my energies on nothing much, but it does seem necessary somehow to mention that Bertwell was not a person worthy of my attention or mention. If the thought of Bertwell should ever happen to cross my mind on some rare occasion, although probably never, I would tend to envision a pile of stale old dog food that nobody wants. But I did not want to waste my time and energies on such a useless topic of discussion. There are those who would know how to repurpose old things for a new time, but definitely Bertwell has not displayed any talent or ability to make any intelligent remark worthy of mention. Just driving a fancy Corvette does not really prove very much at all beyond a superficial outward appearance of one annoying person that I never really liked anyway. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Cori was telling us a story about her interactions with Paul Olsen, and how she pinched him in the rear, but given that I was not there at the time, I cannot say anything very authoritative about that. I only remember something that she said, but who knows, he might have a completely different story, but I never asked. It just would not be worth trying to ask questions about that when probably she told the story to other prople also, as tone deaf as she is, so it was not necessarily my job to do something about that.  She thought that was so funny, she was sort of boasting about that.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, she was born a Muslim and told us more than once that she did not want to convert, even though her daughter wanted her to convert. So if she died a Muslim, how is that our fault? Perhaps they cannot be saved unless drawn by the Spirit, as the Good Book says, so God gives them what they want either way. And for what do I need some cold and heartless, fancy schmancy rich building when there is no Spirit in that? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, Oh, now I can sor of see that you are confused. It was actually Turner who was our MAPS worker, which means that she was working as a financially independent volunteer, not really on salary. She was originally from Nebraska, but she married a native man there, so that is how her family became intertwined in a residential way with that of her husband, Leonal, but that is a different story for another day. And how does Turner of Nebraska converse with Tuner of New York? This is not clear. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, ok, so I sort of remember hearing that you borrowed your sister's diet pills and then could not sleep for two or three nights. That was the only thing that I can actually remember hearing. Everything else beyond that would only be a useless embellishment of something that was not much interest, because anyway you were not really that important to a mere eavesdropper, it just did not matter. I would hope that you would have learned your lesson and never did that again, but how knows. I cannot be expected to keep track of all these people. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that we have already discussed this point more than once, about how the Spanish word for freckle is the noun "peca," a word that can also, in another context, when used as a verb, signify "to sin.' So if I sit out in the sun getting myself sunburned, my freckles and/or specks of melatonin, might get a shade darker, and thus I would be sinning. Yes, ha ha ha! A tedious sort of funny. Enough about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is always so amazingly clever, how they make all of these arrangements behind my back, never explain anything, and then I am supposed to somehow pull a rabbit out of a hat to defend them. I do not know that I care that much. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was working in Central Florida, I was assigned to write a story about lemon lawes, and my source was basically the manager of the local Ford dealership. He semmed to be very knowledgable on this topic, so that he definiately was not you, and one supposes that it is always good for readers to know that there are legal remedies in the event of getting stuck with a lemon car, one that is apparently defective and always breaking down and costing a fortune to maintain. He almost might have been persuaded to buy a Ford myserlf, but then again, you know what they say about Ford: FIX OR REPAIR DAILY. So I don't know. Maybe it is only the people who got stuck with a defective Ford who say that. I would have to think about that. And anyway, whatever was said about lemon laws at that time is probably out of date by now.  A completely different set of information and statistics would be required, but we do not have time for that now given that there is no job to require that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how some people had already listed me on their roster of villains even before I ever knew they existed, or maybe I was only vaguely aware of their existence later. How many times do I have to explain that I never took a puff or even touched the cigarette that was being passed around the girls' locker room. So why should I care about the cigarette butt that you left in your toilet? I have not the slightest clue what to say about that. Something is wrong with this picture. I am not going to knee-jerk perform some dramatic skit about that for your entertainment. Figure something out without bothering me about your life decisions.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, what was all that twaddle about the title of Dorothy, and how just being a redhead is not enough to qualify to bear the moniker and/or title of Dorothy? That the redhead ruse of the movie was only a twist added by Hollywood to some other previous traditions about Dorothy? Thus, the redheads of the world should not be imagining themselves the heroine of the story. And also, Dorothy with her degree from SCC is boasting that she may have more influence than some Dorothy Barth, my Dad's cousin, long since deceased, who married an Italian man, and became the mother of the Italian branch of the family. That is a lot of stuff to ponder when I have other things on my mind. 

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Yes, judging from the wicked online mail I was receiving from Tony's hateful harem bimbo mother, one can only assume that Tony is a low-levl Arab dog. Judging from what Tony's mother said, I can easily picture her standing there draping in some black tarp. Enough of this nonsense about Tony. Goodbye! 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, something about food complaints, is that the only thing that you can find in Dorothy's dumpster? I have other things on my mind than communicating with Dorothy. Their approval never mattered that much to me, given that anyway they are not what she used to be. Goodbye! I am who I am, and they are collateral damage at most. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that it was maybe my third year of college in California, and there was a flood on the seventh floor of the girls' dorm, the washing machine overflowed somehow and there was water flowing down mostly to our half of the floor and there was maybe close to an inch of water in my room although I was not there at the time. I returned to my room to find Sue McGartland having already clean up most of the water, but she works for the maintenance department so that was her job anyway. So that was sort of inconvenient, because anyway she is an angry person anyway. I do not want to make her made at me, but she does get paid to work. 

Sue McGartland is a psychology major and her other job is at Fairview, the mental hospital nearby.  She was telling us some stories about the inmates over there.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is true that I have not done much research on the topic of the toilette, a hifalutin French word that is often tossed about even though it could perhaps easily be mistaken for the toilet by some of the tacky tasteless boors of Lee U. Or else for a hotel towelette. Either way, what would be the point?  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember during my senior year of high school, that Sharon Turner had recently arrived to work for John, and I vaguely remember explaining some things to her that I had learned, even if we may not agree on all these points, a few words to avoid, probably better to know what to avoid than to accidentally stumble upon those words as had been my previous experience. 

Weird that later I would be getting all this online mail from Ted. I can easily imagine the Reese family from Georgia may have some thought of communicating with the broadcast magnate, but we ourselves are not connected to that level of commerce and industry. Shocking. And should I ask, Ted who? Why should I care about Ted whoever?  

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Yes, I vaguely remember, while reading the diaries of great-grandmother, noticing that she talks, maybe in the 1940s, about her job at a local hotel, where she goes, accompanied by her youngest daughter, to earn some xpending money by making the beds and cleaning the hotel rooms. Ok, so that was probably a note of interest to you, the Hunts especially. And what other odd jobs can you list? 

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, years ago, back in the Oakland Park days, that I once sang in church, a solo, "Sweet Hour of Prayer," and then later someone told me that Pastor hates song. What, only one hour of prayer daily? Why not two hours? three hours? etc etc. Why limit ourselves to doing only that. Yes, we could always have done more, something else to show ourselves worthy, to meet all the highest standards. So I hope that, having heard of that reaction, that they will not be holding that song against me later. Hopefully, it will be enough to just have faith for salvation of my own soul, even if I can never be good enough to meet all of their exacting and precise measurements of who is worthy to say anything more about that. I should just probably not try too hard, because anyway, if it were really God's will, maybe He would have already made a way. And if not, then I can only fail as per scripting rules. John 3:16. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that, looking back on my past, there were several acquaintances by the name of Mark, so which Mark are you talking about? Mark this or that is not enough to mean anything much. Mark who? 

But if you insist on getting on your wrong inforamation from Rosanne, you have nothing to say. You only wish you had something to say. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, after parting ways from Tony, I continued walking toward home, needing to walk a few blocks over to Calle Roosevelt, then south on Boulevard de los Heroes, to my house near McDonald's. During a stretch along Boulevard de los Heroes, there was a guy walking the other way on the sidewalk, and he sort of leans over and says, "I love you, baby," and maybe some other word or two, there was not much to that. So typical of these Latino guys, as soon as they see white girl, they want to practice their tiny English vocabulary, maybe a line from a movie, something predictable. But it is important for me not to react in any way to that, because there is no way of knowing how dangerous these guys are. 

What? And you were imagining that I would campaign for your husband to become the first Latino president of the USA? That would be sort of weird for me to involve myself in your problem. Oh, sorry1 

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Yes, to walk home from school all by myself was a bit daring of me, I am so impatient about getting out of school early for some reason not taking the usual bus, but anyway, what could possibly go wrong? I was being very careful not to step on the cracks in the sidewalk, so what else could I do to ensure my personal security? It was only for a few blocks that he overtook me, and then we parted ways at the intersection because he was walking to his club, whereas I was walking home so I had to turn left at that point.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have not heard anything about him for years and years now, beyond that it was mentioned that he now works at city hall. I have no reason to go to city hall, myself having no business there at the moment. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was somewhat insulting, to be mistaken for the Arab dog who was mistaken for a Calkins. Probably the same could be said for the Italian version of that. La di dah. We just are who we are, no need to apologize for not being one of them. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how interesting, coincidentally speaking, that our friend from ancient times, Tim Davenport, was telling us, years ago, that he worked for Microsoft. He might even have met Bill Gates there, although he did not say much about that. I do not have any juicy office gossip to share on that point. I would rather die than have to ask more questions about that. Yes, and how coincidental to note that Bill Gates is listed as a notable descendant of Hugh Calkins, in the website of the Calkins Family Association. And if you read that article about Calkins DNA you would already know that many Calkins are the R1B types that are plentiful in the British Isles, although there is a case of a Mideastern lineage accidentally thrown in there, yet not the J haplogroups, so whatever. Sometimes adoptions complicated these matters. And also you would have noticed that coincidentally the Davenports think they are related to the Calkins, although it is a very complicated thing from New England of the 18th or 19th century, I really don't understand, events involving persons long since dead so whatever. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, at least I learned how to read, unlike some illiterate persons who I could name but probably shouldn't. Just to prove themselves to be rabbits capable of proliferating prolifically proves nothing whatsoever beyond the level of animal spirits. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that will teach Tony NOT to barge into my personal life and snatch my personal paperwork out of my hands. 

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. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, while you are researching all this stuff, maybe you could ask them about that bit where they are laughing at me as the "deer in the headlights." The blank star of the deer as viewed from the other side of the blinding headlights of the car. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, that our physical education teacher was Mr. Moran, a name that often appears here and there. And I know nothing about them, beyond the minimum requirements for high school P.E. class, they must have mistaken me for sports star Kathy. That is all I can think to say about that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and there is the problem of so many religious people having their brains full of those sicko Watchman Knee books, not to mention that he was actually Chinese with political angst issues. Surprising how many U.S. people swallow that stuff hook line and sinker without ever pausing to think that this guy has an attitude problem. But I dare not say anything about that. I should stay silent and not be rattling on about a guy who anyway did some good things, even if the printing presses have replicated his attitude problem ad nauseum. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, back in the old days I had not realized how hostile and vicious the Turners really are. Shocking. But anyway, not to worry. They cannot really be the English baron while in the USA, as matters stand at the moment. And all the while we never knew that existed anyway, so that was not our problem. I have other things on my mind than to be yanked around by the nasty Turner trash. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, my Dad has that saying, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, what the pastor does not do, the assistant must. Yes, right. If your job is the assistant, that means you ahve to do whatever they say. But of course, if your job is NOT that of assistant, then you do not have to worry about that so much. No paycheck-no duties.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, oops, I lied, June was from New Hampshire, not Massachusetts. I forgot. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during my year at Evangel College, I lived on Spence 3rd North floor, and partway through the year there was a talent show, and one of the persons who lived on our floor, June from a few doors down the hall, performed a skit in which she played the role of Bette Davis, delivering the famous lines inviting people to go  upstairs to see her, although the way she says that ensures that nobody wants to be reminded of that later. Wasn't she from Massachusetts? But I will need to leave Evangel, in part to liberate myself from June's weird schemes that I am not understanding. I hear weird mutterings, stuff about how I am going to be their slave, and other things about other people of previous years whose things they are applying minndlessly,  but I cannot really get a handle on that. When are those weird people going to get a clue, I am gone.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird, how those former friends came to visit us at our other house years later, and they were full of anti-missionary jokes, which was quite alarming. Very bad jokes typical of a low-level type of peasant, to be sure. But how to address that issue would seem a bit clunky, given that they are openly mocking and deriding us. I would rather let others defend us, and not have to do it all myself. But we will probably not get much help from those other brats. They are so worried about defending their own mother, that there is nothing further to be expected from them. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you bet I do, you big-time gamblers. And life is full of risks, isn't it, so we often say one thing and then do another. Right. But anyway, I would not want to qualify for something that I did not really want anyway. It would be quite alright if they would just walk away and and stop pretending to be our fri4ends.. That would be fine with me. We did not ask for their help and we did not want them that way anyway. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and all that they had to do was to rename the naacp to something more indicative of the color of a mud fence, but anyway, who ever thinks about that? I don't want to say that, I don't even want to notice that, much less have to say that.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, during the two years that we lived in that house on the street called Calle San Antonio Abad, when I was maybe 9 and 10 years old, that one evening we were invited to the birthday party of one of the girls who lived across the street. We go there and after the initial refreshments there was this Catholic box thing that they are going to carry back to its resting place a short distance away, so we agree to walk with them during this event, and we walk a couple of blocks over and turn up a street, and suddenly we are in a completely different part of town, a somehwat antique looking district that I have not seen before or since. And we are walking along and they are having this Catholic ceremony and I was feeling somewhat uncomfortable with being there, but anyway I am only 9 or 10 years old and I am not going to walk back alone when I do not know where I am. Later I hear some stuff online, people commenting about the rare presence of white people in that place, what are those white girls doing there, and so forth. So perhaps I was exposed to some things that I might not have noticed otherwise. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how those guys from college used to be so funny, they were always so full of humorous little things to say, and now they are completely dead. What happened. Take for example Dave Rogers. Nothing but a uppity-up corpse remains of that formerly funny guy. Deader than a doornail. Worthless. I could name a few other who are similarly dead. Up is a hollow prize for a shallow mind. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird. Tim Triplett led a group of people from church, to a nearby jail/reform school facility, where we were to put on a religious program for the benefit of the incarcerated persons there. Tim made a big show of choosing Lisa Oped to perform in his skits. I was not chosen to perform in any skits. Ok, fine. Whatever. The weird thing about that was how she berated me for pretending to belong to the drama club, which I had never claimed to belong to, so whatever. Yes, so I never belonged to Heidi's drama club during college. Ok, fine. And why is Lisa Oped pretending to have attended college in California, unless she is prepped for staging by Jennie Cerullo, who seems to be well connected to the Italian community here in South Florida. And Jennie herself was only a cheerleader, although at the Halloween party she played the role of mafia grandmother in a skit with some guys that I do not remember much about, I only glimpsed that from a far distance and the sound system was not that good in the gymnasium so I could not hear much of what was happening on stage.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how no one can explain who was Art Bailey. Why do I think that he belonged to the drama club people? Maybe you could explain something about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, looking back, I could have done some things differently, but then again, anyway, it seems that my failure was already written into the script anyway, so that is a limitation that I have to work around somehow, because anyway, it is not only about what you thought. 

Which Reminsd Me

Yes, those guys might have been Heather's friends, but anyway, I cannot quite see how that boomeranged into the ozone layer as a warped dingbat, and also, who cares about their stupid opinions anyway? They are very vociferous and forceful about putting their voice out there, even if nobody cares what they think anyway, and also, that should be erased from memory forever, because anyway, sometimes you may say one ting, and then later you realize the context was not anything that you thought, a completely different thing, so just shut your stupid mouth. Consider yourself rebuked, Cousin Idiot. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, those guys at college would seem quite high-strung, but then when you remember that they are probably all negative types who are overdue for some corrections, then I do not feel so bad bout not having the coolest blood type. Nobody needs my blood type. I am the opposite of a universal donor, so I just don't matter, basically, and anyway their opinions were not requested. Enough said about that. 

Which Reminds me

Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was telling me about their experience of being a.collector of the offering, passing the bucket around at some campaign held by some major campaign evangelist, perhaps Benny Hinn although I am not sure which one, and they were bothered by the strict controls that were placed upon the bucket holders, they were to immediately hand over the bucket of money so that the buckets could be locked away and the money counted in seclusion. Yes, it sort of makes sense that they would want to have strict controls, and that volunteers would not be allowed to just carry away wads of unrecorded ash in their pockets. After all, they need that money to fund who knows what lifestyle, and the bucket passer is just a stupid slave. Shut up, you stupid slave.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am fortunate to have zero connection whatever to Jennie's Care-Us program. To found a non-profit requires something more than just a profit motive, but anyway, Jennie's program is so completely uninteresting to me, I cannot imagine ever going there. I hope they were not expecting me to do something to assist their funding, because anyway I could not care less about that. Sociology majors. I could say something about sociology majors but I would rather not involve myself, I would not want to make myself the issue iin some weird argument that was not my problem.  In contrast to Jennie's Kerus Global, there is Heidi's Iris Global, both operational in Africa, and both of these founders having attended my college. So what about that? Why are you asking? Why am I getting all of this mail? Weird that I would sort of get something about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that the Mediterranean diet is often touted as a healthy alternative. You probably would not starve to death living there, even if the logistics would be impossibly expensive, similar to something I read in gossip magazines about Palm Springs, a place for rich people to retire, but  too many water restrictio9ns for comfort. We have no water restrictions in Florida, we have plenty of water not living in a desert. If there were a specific job to discuss that would be one thing, but just to speculate would be an exercise in futility.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and there is also the question of whether Jeff Campbell is related to Ann Campbell, and how can that be so, why would they be so shy about explaining each other, and also why should I care? Is not Jeff a fat, ugly slob with all of the personality of a cardboard box, notwithstanding Dauna's crush on him? Why should I care about Jeff's personal life? Why should I care about his Argentine angle on that as contrasted to the Chilean angle of the Buenos? Either way, Coneheads are notoriously weird, so why should I care what they do in terms of regional slang words? Already, the standard dictionary contains more words than I could ever possibly retain in memory. 

Just the word for such a common household word as dishpan is represented by a variety of regional words. In El Salvador it was a 'guacal,' but ChatGPT fails to list that in its explanation:

The English word “dishpan” can be translated into Spanish in several ways depending on the region and the exact kind of container meant (wash basin, plastic tub, dishwashing bowl, etc.). Common Spanish words include:

• palangana — basin, washbowl, dishpan
• barreño — tub, wash basin, dishpan (common in Spain)
• palancana — variant of palangana in some regions
• batea — shallow basin or tray, sometimes used for dishwashing
• lebrillo — large earthenware basin (traditional Spain)
• ponchera — plastic basin/tub (common in parts of Latin America)
• tina — tub or basin
• cubeta — bucket/tub; sometimes used for dishpans
• lavacazuelas — literally “dishwashing basin” (rare/literal)
• recipiente para lavar platos — descriptive phrase: “container for washing dishes”
• artesa — trough/basin (older or rural usage)
• fuente — basin/tray in some contexts
• lavadero portátil — portable wash basin

Regional preferences:

• In Spain, barreño and palangana are most common.
• In Mexico, cubeta, ponchera, or tina may be used.
• In the Caribbean and parts of South America, ponchera is frequent.
• Older or literary Spanish may use lebrillo or artesa.

If you want, I can also list:

• archaic/historical terms,
• dialect-specific words by country,
• or words specifically for a rubber/plastic kitchen dishpan versus a metal wash basin.

 

 

 

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that when Jennie Cerullo was in town, she gave a special speech expecially for the Italiana, but the rest of us white people were not invited so I have no idea what that was about. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that the five clique went camping, and they were all sleeping in one tent, and it sounded sort of miserable. I was glad that I was not there to share the miserable experience of being stuck in there with orrible Rosanne, such a worthless chatterbox Drama Queen with really nothing to say. Her entire shtick is just making other people feel guilty about something, even if who knows what that might actually mean, 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is true that it was not unusual for me to hit home runs at softball, and also I did well at volleyball. They were often applauding my sports success with slogans of carrot-top slugger (although my hair is not that carroty of shade) and also "Chiquita Pero Matona." Oh, thanks Joan. So ridiculous. How can I regulate my reputation while people are screaming all this crazy stuff? It gets very confusing, and I should not push my luck that far, people don't really care that much about me and what happens to me. Only I seem to be worried and how to get through high school without further mishaps. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, when one is not really all that rich, one often hears these trite and overused cliches about how your options are limited to joining the military so that they will pay for everything or else getting a sports scholarship to college. Either option does not appeal to me. It would seem sort of hypocritical for me to say that I am so glad that I am not one of those overwrought sports dogs, and yet that is sort of how I feel about that. You already have your gold medal to talk to, so don't bother me with that silly sports stuff.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, they are fond of reminding everyone that some people prefer to live in their little closed box systems, us four and no more and that sort of thing, so that for those whose circumstances do not fit so neatly into the closed box, they are not going to fit into such a hostile environment, and they may have to look around for some other solution to their life story. 

Thomas was online for a long time, powerfully so, saying that we could not be classified as Christians and/or U.S. citizens, because we did not attend the Union Church during high school. I did visit there maybe once at age 10 or 11, at its older locations, with a friend, and also once during my senior year we performed our stage play there from girls'' choir at their new building. 

However, how would I have attended the Union Church? I did not have a car and did not know how to drive. Did Tom or Fred ever offer me a ride to the Union Church or invite to their other functions? No, that never happened. Thomas and Raymond were full of mostly F- words because he was sort of boring with really nothing to say. They were not worth mentioning. 

Also, my Dad is in the country as a missionary with another church, having attended a year of language school to speak Spanish well enough to teach and preach, so that it would seem sort of inappropriate for us to attend church in English when our job requirements dictated otherwise.

During the evenings my Dad often would visit various churches around the country and also taught in the institute and other things.

On Sunday mornings we attended the central church there, in Spanish, so that part of my religious life is in Spanish, not that it matters that much given that Jesus speaks any language. Our job was to establish them there, so that they will not need us later. They are self-sustaining now so we can now think of doing other things without having to check back with them all the time. If they need us they can work through the church organizations that are there for that.

 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you would need to remind me about the logistics of how many Polacks are required to accomplish the task at hand, because I never remember that type of thing. I am terrible at retelling jokes, I forget what was the punch line, so you will have to retell the jokes all by yourself without any help from me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I did have a copy of "Addicted to Mediocrity" during high school, the book cover is mainly what I remember about that book, although that was not the book that I was reading that particular day. I am not remembering the title of that at the moment, just that it haad to do with gloomy predictions of the future. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember one day during high school, probably a Saturday, I was reading a Christian philosophy book, and Lois Bueno happened to stop by our house and saw that I was reading a book, and glancing at that, rebuked me for reading some dark gloomy book. And then another time I was reading a book, and she stopped by our house and saw that I was reading a book by Willard Cantelon, having something to do with end-times Bible prophecy, and she said that he was such a gloomy depressing person, that I should not be reading his book. Apparently she knows other things about him than just his books. So I probably should not let them see me reading books. Do they ever read books? I don't know. But just wearing a "Lively" mask does not count for actually reading the book. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and they are gone to get the Polish, the farthest thing from my mind. But you yourself started this whole thing by telling us a pack of Polack jokes, how many does it take to screw in a light bulb and so forth, so obviously we were not supposed to take that so seriously. It was just all another one of your sick jokes. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, sort of weird that I would be getting mail from Norm and Terra. I do vaguely remember them from the old days, but they might be surprised to learn how rarely the thought of them ever crosses my mind. It just doesn't matter now, does it? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, whatever happened to Carrie Canard? Is that what you were asking? Wasn't she the other reporter who was fired by Max, and replaced by Sheryl Reuben? And he did say something sort of rude about her before he fired her, but it was not my job to knee-jerk repeat everything crazy thing that I happened to hear, in case you forgot. Things have to be filtered or evaluated through various judgments of a discretionary nature before decisions can be made on whether I would need to say anything about that. Or just sit back and let Blondie spit it out all by herself without any help from me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I seem to have noticed that you are already well stocked with "closely related parties" so there would be no reason for me to imagine that I would ever receive any invitation to those "closely related parties." But this is not a topic to discuss outside of my own "closely related parties." You just aren't that important. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, back in the old days I was not paying that much attention to all of their glitter-glam Italian money. Don't know one thing about that. I would have to refer all questions on that topic to Suzette, who worked for the IRS and was assisting the IRS investigation of her own Italian relatives. I only remember something she was saying about that, to a somewhat large group of people, at church. Apparently, her uncle or some such relative was not happy about that, but what would I know. Those Italian Rageaholics all look the same to me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that I threw away someone's manuscript without sending it back by return mail. Oh, sorry, you will just have to write some other book.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, weird that I would be called out for this special version of purgatory. And for one thing, I am only a Protestant, not really Catholic, so not applying to be a nun. And also, I cannot be expected to keep track of all these people. Donna was barely a blip really, only a roommate for maybe not even a year, and anyway, and we each had our own bedroom, so I had more privacy out of college, I liked my privacy. The peace could be maintained by my doing my share of the cleaning, although even so, Donna had a somewhat abrasive personality, always exploding at the slightest thing not her way, so I was learning about withdrawing from unnecessary interactions so as not to have another problem with Donna. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you are telling me, because I have no idea of one thing to say about their evil Italian mafia trash money. Not my problem. Glad to be rid of them. Oh, I had thought we would have rid ourselves of them by now. But it is more complicated than I had thought.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not remembering the particular details of the assignment that sent me to a meeting place in Downtown Miami, on that particular day, at that particular time and place, where I was introduced to the black version of Peebles. I no longer remember them. I was only doing my job. 

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, according to my research on Ancestry.com, this man, Robert Graham Peebles, born 1938, was the husband of Candace Thompson, born 1947 in Indiana, who is said to be my third cousin once removed, because her great-grandfather, John Burrey, was the brother of my great-great-grandmother, Rhoda Burrey, both descended from Jacob Burry, born 1815, in Peensylvania, and his wife, Mary Anne Carr. Not to mention there many siblings and cousins. But this is too many connections to have to remember all the time. Nice to have Ancestry.com as a place to store all this data for future reference. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am vaguely reminded that my great-grandmother was a Burrey, and also one of their ancestors is a Burry, but beyond that there is no other connection that I know of. It is a very small thing not worth mentioning. One of my great-grandmother's in-laws or some such thing, not really a "top of mind" topic for discussion.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting how the Benners were obsessing on Singapore. There really was not that much to it, and the world has changed much too drastically now to ever go back to that again. I would not want to be bound again by those low-level widgets, thanks anyway. 

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was 10 years, and my sister 8, we put on a show or two for the neighbors across the street. We painted the backdrops and who knows what else. I forget what we did for a show, but it was easy for white children to entertain brown children, or at least it was fairly easy back in the day, before people got so sophisticated that they forgot who we were or why we were there. If you are still obsessing about our shows, perhaps you are that guy who lived in a sort of shack house down the street. They seem to live quite comfortably in the open air courtyard and only retreat to the tiny inside rooms only to sleep, but there was no air conditioning there so that made sense. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how dare you intrude on my personal life with your worthlessave Hunt hotel garbage. I will not need you hotel maids for anything. Everything is already dumped anyway. If I had known all you wanted was a joke about hotel maids, we could have settled that long ago, but you went too far. Next you will want to audition for the role of Bam Bam in the Flintstones, which is really no  concern of mine. Not my problem. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, speaking of boiler plate verbiage, often when one is a teenager preparing for college, they often tell you to think about getting a scholarship for sports, or to join the military, or some such financial option. I never applied for any of that. That makes me NOT want to be a sports person or to join the military, only because they have really nothing to say, it is just the socially acceptable and stereotypical thing for them to say,  which is nice of them to try, but not necessarily anything that applies to me and my life. So, yes, that's nice of you to say that I should consult the voluminous documentation on available scholarships, but I don't know, maybe that is not really what I want to do. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that was weird, that I would have to explain something about how I never applied for the cheerleader job, so why should I care about hobnobbing with boring preppy Italian cheerleaders named Jennie. I did remember that Dauna failed the cheerleader test, but no surprise there. Why would they want that fat ugly Russian bear for a cheerleader?  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is unfortunate that some of the damages cannot be undone in this lifetime. I am reminded of that family that at one time was living down there, and their son was a forceps birth, meanng his skull was crushed at birth by the docdtor's forceps, so there was not much to say about him. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that my sister was saying that those government people are not such good quality as formerly. I am not sure what she meant by that or to whom she was referring in particular. You could ask her what she meant by that. 

For myself, I dare not say anything about that, those power people would give me nothing but problems, although I do think there trsly is such a thing as the "feet of clay" syndrome. Probably there is no cure for that. It only gets worse later, so yes, now would be as good a time as any to evacuate the planet. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I think that everyone should pray the Sinner's Prayer whenever possible. Who knows, maybe somedy something will click and their minds will open to the truth, but until that happens, it is useless to argue about such matters so out of control. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it had come to my attention that someone was floating my name as a possible source of funding for Angie's orphanage, as if I were going to go there to work with them on fundraising or who knows what else they would want to use me for. Oh! Actually not. I had no thought of going to Romania for any reason, even after learning of Angie's orphanage project. No, I was not consulted in any way on the project so why would those people imagine that they can appropriate my person to their own purposes? My  imaginary fortune never existed, so why do they imagine that I woul go there to pay for things? Ridiculous. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we are under so much pressure to be always nice to them, always a jolly good time to be had from us, always a cheery word of encouragement, that sometimes we forget that they are a little bit like rats or cockroaches, that if we feed them too well they will come back around later and eat us out of house and home, and if we slip and are too mean to them that would give them something to use against us later anyway. So either way, they are a misery to be around. But I should not have to explain their game to you. You should already know that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that, during a meeting in 1998, at a reunion of some people from the Oakland Park days, that Suzette was providing a vivid description of Angie's grand entrance to the Florida District event, assisted by Bob. That was probably back when Angie was starting her career as the founder of an orphanage in Romania. Whether or not you see that in the exaggerat4ed way that Suzette describes things, that seems like a nice thing to do. Build an orphanage if you want to. Not my project. 

Even so, I probably should not show too much interest in that, lest I inadvertently find that you had mistaken me for one of their abject and miserable slave properties.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I really cannot blame them all for walking. I would walk too, if I could do that over again. Why bother swinging at her impossible pitch? In addition to using a hardball, which we are only trained in softball, also her pitch had some sort of curve to it, so that there was no possibility of connecting bat to ball. Yes, why even try to challenge Kathy's sports girls? Why even try to challenge the Chinese at ping pong? Impossible. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I did notice that the Catto family was operating based upon some weird script that has absolutely nothing to do with me and my reality. Where did she get that ridiculous idea that I would want to socialize with those Italians, although myself being only a Protestant, I am required, it would be politically expedient for me to pay the required nominal obeisance to the original Christian church founded upon the Rock of Peter, etc. etc. as apparently represented by the twins, Kathy and Raymond. I would assume that all Italians are Roman Catholics, naturally. I will not need them for anything beyond that, myself not bieng Italian. (Oh, excuse me for hitting a home run even if only softball) but somehow no one remembered to ask me what I thought about that.  

Someone online was talking about how they are trying to use their Italian ethnicity as a power tool in terms of defining themselves as Christians and lording it over other Christians of not so Roman origin, even though maybe they are not really so Christian in the same sense as we would define that, but there is no time here to talk about these matters that much. Christianity was intended to reach all ethnicities eventually, whosoever will as the Good Book says, and not only Italians.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I had noticed that Jessica announced what she is on national TV, so that is convenient, not having to say that myself or use that word again, the usage of dictionary definitions having been discussed and reviewed many years ago. That said, I cannot imagine there being anything of a personal nature that I would need to discuss with them. It is not your paperwork that matters in that case, so you are just a noisy nuisance in my book. I think that the news riff-raff should just shut up, it was none of your business anyway. There are often times when we all just have to shut up and let things be as they are, not as what you wish things were. 

Which begs the question, where do I go to have this horrible Jessica surgically removed from my back side? She has no place in my life, fortunately. But it was not my place to have her prosecuted for crimes of genocide. I have to leave that to higher authorities than myelf.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of that guy, who was of Russian heritage, but was his name Mike or Mark, I forget. Later, he presented his written complaint to Pastor Michael, but myself not ever having read it or having been consulted in the writing of it, I am at a complete loss to say what that was about. I am not interested in hearing more about their garbage theories. Ha! Are those slobs daring to lecture me about housekeeping rules? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, during my first semester of ninth grade, whether in a study hall or during a study time during science class, it was a study hall type of environment, and a guy nearby was boldly and vehently unleashing a concatenation of verbiage that, well, for all I knew he might have been speaking Hungarian or some other language. Luna happened to be seated near me so I asked her what that word meant, and she explained about it having something to do with anatomy, and then I asked what another of the words meant, and come to think of it, she did phrase that in a sort of accusative form, she sort of said that he was saying that he did that ....., and so that was all so shocking that I never wanted to say another thing about that ever again in this lifetime. Sorry, but I did understand that she was only explaining what the words meant, not actually accusing him of doing that, although who knows what he did off campus or why he would be so proud of saying that he did something that maybe he never actually did. They string these words together in a way that may give an impression of verbal fireworks, when actually it is not a topic worth exploring further in such a context. But later I discovered that I could research these words in the dictionary so that I would never again need to bother people for an explanation. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is always rather astonishing to observe the utter severity toward and complete lack of mercy and/or forgiveness extended toward white girl. It is just all about them and their political posturings, as if I were the only white person who ever made a similar mistake. But I digress. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how convenient for the Psychedelics to have such a powerful advocate for their cause in Melody Spencer, who was perfectly innocent of any wrongdoing, because anyway they dropped the LSD into her thermos at school while she was looking the other way, or at least that was the story that we heard. Later there was some talk online putting a different angle on that, but whatever. I was not that interested in exploring the opportunites of learning more about that or how that may have permanently altered your psyche. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I was somewhat surprised to find so much ado and fuss made about that bit of worthless Donna slop, sometimes you might say one thing one day and another day find that the original context completely gone, so would prefer to use a pencil with eraser, but anyway I really cannot complain. I like the Basia, the "Waters of March" would seem a perfect antidote I meant by that. I do not actually remember that in so much detail in that way. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that if I could do that over again, I would avoid the private clubs and just focus on studying. But anyway, I do not remember myself protesting any particular speaker. I have no idea who that might be. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, weird that you would think that I would have anything legal to do in Virginia at this point. I live in Florida now so obviously I am not going to be voting in Virginia one way or another, whatever that meant. I am not keeping track of boring Virginia persons named Jennie, could not care less, have no clue what they are doing nowadays. I would not want to waste my ammunition on those dreary bores. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, having read the diaries of great-grandmother, that she talks somewhat about the Republican Party activities of her daughter, who was my Dad's aunt, assisted by the colonel, to whom she was married at the time, before he died. I cannot say much about that as I was almost never there. She also talks about her son's going to San Clemente for some reason, but it is not clear why they would go there or what would they do there, meetings with who? I do not understand these cryptic points.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I hear that, and if you have to go in there and wipe out those guys, you should not be imagining that I would be shedding a tear for those pompous arrogant snobs. My only concern is to avoid any personal involvement because only the proper authorities can handle that, not me. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I heard them talking about how they stole some of the sacred fire, having sneaked upstairs and run away with that. However, who was saying that? And what did that even mean anyway? I feel no compelling need to parrot these phrases stolen from mythological narratives, so why would I care? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, so ridiculous that i would imagine anything good could ever happen to me. Always so ridiculous to watch me strutting around when everybody knows that I am the most worthless garbage blood type of them all, in terms of numbers and other factors. How can I not know that I am such a worthless idiot? I can understand your need to remind me of that. I ought to know that I should just withdraw myself from the planetary existence, not to bother anyone ever again. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, notwithstanding all due regards to the "Indiana Jones and the Tomb Raiders of the Lost Ark," even so, I feel that I should not be conversing with dead people. It would seem weird for me to want to socialize with those dead people in their stinky tombs. Leissez faire, perhaps a lazy fair, but safer to NOT go there.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, why did I spend so much time studying music theory during college? Two years with Professor Elliott, and what do I remember now? As we were saying, sometimes perfectly legal music is not really that interesting. Usually the actual human would insert some interesting twists and turns along the way to finesse the matter. I am reminded of this point whenever delving into my Suno account, so fun, where sometimes I imagine I can see Professor Elliott cringing whenever the AI music generator crashes through some odd-sounding chord progressions, but anyway, it is not too jarring if only used for background noise. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am always surprised to learn of some people that I am thought to be supposedly allied with, of whose existence I would be barely aware, much less have any strong opinion about, if it were not for you pointing out to me these unknown points. But they did make some odd arrangements behind my back that I was not particularly happy about, but whatever. You cannot necessarily pick and choose who was in your high school. It gets complicated.