Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was weird to be hearing the voice of pompous arrogant Georgie Porgie. I couldn't care less about hobnobbing with those nasty rich people. Wasn't it bad enough to have to be in 9th grade with catty Heather, of whom nothing is known, just that she was immensely rich and nasty. And then you have Georgie Porgie Pudding Pie crowing about the opportunities for me to mingle with white trash Appalachia. I have no connection whatever to white trash Appalachia that I can recall. There is actually no reason whatever that I know of for me to be dialoguing in regards to some stupid white trash bimbo from Tennessee. Only later do I learn that white trash Tennessee is synonymous with catty Heather, of whom nothing is known, or cared about for that matter. We never talked. So?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that it could be interesting to spend a couple of hours browsing through the stacks of the New York Public Library. However, the prospect of being locked inside a crowded theater with some dangerously fanged cheaters prowling about the stage is not so appealing to me. In fact, that terrifies me. Which is why I have yet to experience Broadway in that way. So?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember there was much talk about how they want to have uniformity of appearance. Everyone should look pretty much the same, mostly brown and black, after they get done with the remix of the general population. It seems that perhaps none of these white people with garish red hair will pass muster with the Chinese censors of uniformity, although blondes may still have their display niche. The future browning of America seems inevitable with the removal of any barriers to interracial marriage and the influx of immigrants from the much browner countries of Latin America, Africa and Asia, regions already in more advanced stages of browning, the dominant genetic material on this planet. It's called survival of the fittest but it really just means dominant=domination. That works well for people who tan well and already blend easily into the browning milieu. I only sunburn so this plan does not work for me. Blisters and sun poisoning are experiences that I can personally attest to. I don't like this notion that I should feel guilty about being so white when God made me this way. I just can't apologize for something that is so outside of my control. I just think some people are being extremely ridiculous about it.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I never had the slightest connection to the Nixon family per se so I have no idea why I should be expected to care about your big fat Greek wedding. One of our high school classmates had the surname of Nixon but I remember nothing else about him, just that his last name was Nixon, Jimmy Nixon, and that he was maybe a couple of years ahead of us. But anyway the name was not our problem. So anyway, how is all that dirty Greek money working out for you? You were so verbose in reminding me that I should not be expecting the Greek money to help in any way. The big fat Greek money is just all for you and nothing for me. Ok, fine. I wasn't really expecting anything from them anyway, not that I even have any idea what you are talking about. Needless to say, they never do anything helpful. Now there's something that I can count on.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, why do these stupid Lee bimbos get a special deal? I really never have any thought of them and couldn't care less what they do with themselves and their uninteresting lives.

Only because you asked, I vaguely remember at some family event seeing on display a photo of some Chinese woman who at one time in maybe the 1910s was the family maid when they were living in Shanghai. What was her name? What happened to her? I have no idea. So?

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how quickly these Italian whiners forget that it was they themselves who originally laid down the paperwork for the seven hills of Rome. At the time I did not know what that meant, but more recently that picture has been getting into much sharper focus. So basically Italy and the Hills are planning to rob me blind. That's what that means to me.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is hard to imagine that someday there might come a time when I might actually have some real paperwork in my hands with which to dispose of these matters in a most efficient way as I see fit. However, I have no idea when that time might come. As yet, my parents are showing no signs of kicking the bucket. Why would I want to rush these events to a conclusion before the proper time? In the meantime, if I should be fortunate enough to live that long, I think that I should be able to live a normal life not harassed by these annoying Italian whiners. When push comes to shove, they will just be out in the cold with nothing to show for all their harassment of me. My personal business is none of their business. Just because Heather made some weird comment on the first day of high school, that was not law to me. That was nothing.