Yes, I vaguely heard something about a Singapore deal that with struck by that rather dull peasant Terry a few years ago, by virtue of her claims to be rich, although I never really understand what that was about. They never really explained what they were talking about.
Whatever that meant, that puts us in an awkward position, because themselves being the rich people with the money bags that control what is done or not, even though they have no other talent than restaurant cookery, and they never contributed a dime to the funding of our work, yet they go around making all of these arrangements as if they were in control of the universe, thus obligating everyone to suck up to and kow-tow to that creepy old fart Don Benner, whom we might prefer to loathe, but never get a chance to drop his selections off the menu.
Sunday, August 11, 2019
Saturday, August 10, 2019
Which Remind Me
Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was talking about Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), the American author whose amazing short stories we studied in English literature class in high schools, and it is true that his subject matter was often quite dark, all about disease and murder and always crowing about ravens in way that makes the birds seem a demonic manifestation. And also he died fairly young, at age 40, and with such a shortened career left behind mostly short stories and poems.
Even so, it does seem quite strange, your odd obsession with trying to exterminate that type of writer personality. While it is true that the writer personality is rare enough anyway, so there is not really a danger of overpopulating the earth with replicas of Poe, still is there not a place for the full variety of personalities, those more common as well as those rarer tones without whose voice the world might be a more impoverished and less interesting place, and without whose voices some things might get lost in the shuffle.
Thus, while ultimately the bad choices of Poe, who spent too much time in bad company and ran up gambling debts, may have led to the untimely end of his shortened and not very successful career, yet that might not necessarily be the fault of his personality type. His circumstances did not seem very favorable to success, even though he was a very talented writer and left behind some classics, that was not quite enough. Anyway, I do not understand why this sudden obsession with Poe.
Yes, who was that wicked witch who was crowing about Poe?
Even so, it does seem quite strange, your odd obsession with trying to exterminate that type of writer personality. While it is true that the writer personality is rare enough anyway, so there is not really a danger of overpopulating the earth with replicas of Poe, still is there not a place for the full variety of personalities, those more common as well as those rarer tones without whose voice the world might be a more impoverished and less interesting place, and without whose voices some things might get lost in the shuffle.
Thus, while ultimately the bad choices of Poe, who spent too much time in bad company and ran up gambling debts, may have led to the untimely end of his shortened and not very successful career, yet that might not necessarily be the fault of his personality type. His circumstances did not seem very favorable to success, even though he was a very talented writer and left behind some classics, that was not quite enough. Anyway, I do not understand why this sudden obsession with Poe.
Yes, who was that wicked witch who was crowing about Poe?
Friday, August 9, 2019
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I always did look down my nose at the silly nitwits of Atlanta, always trying to build a yellow brick road to nowhere. If you take the Reese's pieces option, some other persons might even bend over backwards to avoid that, because everybody knows that one of these points God is going to knock their Baptist blocks off, not that I would know exactly when that might happen.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I did lie. In a moment of anger and frustration I said that I would kill my sister, however I did not actually do that. That was about the moment when I realized that actually she seriously was intending to kill me, and killing her would have definitively solved that problem, because appealing to mother to make her stop continuously harassing me never seemed to have any effective result, but then again, on second thought, why should I be the one to do the serious jail time.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I remember hearing about the guy who does very well selling information about beta fish, but that is not who I am.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, I do understand that the government has to do whatever the government has to do in the public arena, and yet I myself as a private citizen do not recall myself ever asking the government to intervene in my private life, that there would be something that I would need to say about that or any reason to protest what is none of my business.
Which Reminds Me
Yes, it is unfortunate that vulgar hideous dog Irene managed to find herself a U.S. citizen for a husband and other asistance. Otherwise, we could have been much easier to have her wicked evil butt deported to the Argentine Hellpit where she probably belongs, not that I would know exactly why anyone would care about the idiotic rantings of that horrid little monster.
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