In Case You Forgot

I say no. Is my name Sylvia that I would ever live in a house full of boys? Life was hard enough surrounded by little MK boys but at least they go home after dinner so I can put my life back together. I would not want them underfoot 24 hours a day. Give me a break.

Which Reminds Me

I recall the time that Terry Cederblom was joking with some girls and imitating the way that girls are sometimes seen to shrug their shoulders to adjust their we'll just say undergarments. I mean, if you are going to be such a stickler for details let's clear up this confusion.

Speaking of Offensive

And who let that vile decadent skunk out of her cage? I am referring of course to Sandra Rivera, an insanely rich person from German auto dealership who I recall as being the most hateful vindictive monster on the planet. She was Joan Calabrese's best friend so would be much more intimately familiar with the San Francisco scene than I could ever hope to be, myself having been only a tourist there for a short time while they have so many close connections with the Bay Area and Joan now living there. Sandra would be in a much better position than I to explain all of the horrors of that. I have no idea. We never really talked. In my opinion, Sandra is a most despicable person of no account whose opinion I would never take seriously in a million years. I imagine that she would hire assassins to kill me if I did not do whatever they want. That is how those rich people are.

And I recall hearing about Margot being driven to school daily in a chauffeur-driven limousine. Her family was Panamanian. I once was at her house working on some homework project and then she set me up on a blind date, a guy whose name I don't recall, because she wanted an excuse to get together with her boyfriend. It was shocking to learn that Margot's friends were Marxists fascinated with Che. That happens sometimes. You may find that people's political connections are more controversial than you had bargained for.

Which Reminds Me

I remember hearing that Greg married a girl named Rene which is also my sister's name but Greg is fortunately not related to us so it is none of Greg's business what we do. Sometimes I do wonder exactly who they are channeling anyway but then again I recall that Greg never really had anything of interest to say that I can recall so it really doesn't matter. I have often driven by Lester's Diner without stopping to eat there. Not even tempted. Thanks anyway.

End of Story

So like I always said from the very beginning, I actually don't think there is any "special" knowledge out there to find by dissecting books in this peculiar way, not that the thought of doing that had ever crossed my mind until recently. As I have spent the last 10-12 years demonstrating, there is nothing else of interest to be discovered in the past that I know of. Everything that we need for life is already revealed in the Bible and everything else is just icing on the cake so to speak. Sure in lit class we often had to find pithy quotes to demonstrate the author's point, but anyway it is evident that the unicorn is long since extinct and any evidence of its prior existence is owned by rich people or institutions. Not that I care that much. The unicorn, if it ever lived, was only an animal often used perhaps to advocate wildlife conservation. Matthew 6:20 says: "But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal." Thieves cannot get to my inside heart but, yes, those nasty rich people certainly can do a lot of damage to my life with their continual harassment, as they are attempting to demonstrate in this obnoxious way. I could say more but...

Which Reminds Me

Actually, his last name is spelled D-I-B-L-E. He is a redheaded magician who was intrigued by the idea of selling his soul to the devil, which he explains another more advanced magician admitted to. He met the deviled magician at a magic shop. This was the gist of a conversation with Mike, a co-worker. Irene Cool would remember the details of Mike even better than myself because she also worked with Mike and can explain better than I how Mike is a diagnosed schizophrenic who talks to imaginary people even at work and whose mother is extremely domineering. Irene Boyd would not remember Mike and is not remembered as one who would remember anything about myself either as we never really talked, unlike Irene Cool.

Which Reminds Me

Flipping through my yearbook from Evangel College I see a photo of Mark Hausfeld. However, I have no personal memory of seeing him there. Mark is nothing to me. I really do not like Mark and Linda very much so I will not be writing the sequel to their book for whatever that is worth. I wasn't going to say anything about that but someone was persistently asking and all this tap-tap-tapping at my window really gets on my nerves.