Which Reminds Me

Yes, how nice that I won the Spelling Bee in second grade, and I have the trophy prize on my shelf, which means that I do not have to put on some silly show about running for office. I can only wish that the trophy had more monetary value, because anyway, life happens. All this out-of-control runaway Depreciation really can hurt. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that some nasty horrid rich girls are trying to trip me up. However, they are confused. Kathy is the one who works for the CIA and has all sorts of resources to make herself grand and glorious so they should be getting their cues from her, not from me. Come to think of it, I really have no obligation to do stupid things to help them in some mysterious and incomprehensible way. I have only enough space to fend for myself, can't help them also. That would be too much to ask.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you would think that these people would thank me, because at least I made the effort to wade through your depressing book about Anne Frank, which is often recommended to explain about people who died in the Holocaust, but no, you were angry that I had read that, and you were making some other points about her that, well, I cannot even think about that now. The dead cannot come back now to the land of the living, needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, what is this ridiculous notion that I am going to pay for cleaning up your stupid mess? And whose money am I going to use to do that? I do not like the idea of myself being dependent on some horrid nasty rich people. I may have bad news for them. They might not like what I have to tell them. So I am just sitting here waiting to die eventually, because there is really nothing for me to do about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember my first job as a reporter covering city politics, and the first time that I covered a city council meeting, the resulting story that I wrote was a bit of a mess. My boss discussed it with me, and scheduled for me a meeting with the city manager, Mr. Burt, who kindly explained to me something about the essential book Robert's Rules of Order, and how these meetings are conducted by the rules as set down in writing by Mr. Robert. So that was helpful for me to understand what was happening when they were up there chattering, and implementing some various motion strategies. My boss also recommended reading some articles written by the competing reporter from the competing newspaper, to see how they do that, in comparison to what how I do that, at least to gauge if I am getting it right or maybe I am getting something that they don't get, in which case never let it be said that I would omit an opportunity to whip the competitor whenever possible, regardless of whether her name may be Cindy from the New York Times.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, never let it be said that I should be mistaken for some flatly dull and humorless harridan. That would be missing the point.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember hearing about the book that Lois Williams had written. I heard that she had completed her book summarizing her or their life's work before she died but I have to confess that I did think that it was a bit odd that she did not supply us with a courtesy copy, given that we also worked closely with them for some years. But they have withdrawn into their private Buzz Walker bubble,  so I had to acquire my own copy of the book more recently (2014) from some random online seller.

Of course I would think that my Dad has an infinitely better way of telling that joke than some Williams poacher, but whatever.