Which Reminds Me

Yes, the way that Apostle Paul was recommending Justus, one can easily imagine him as being a nice guy, probably, but even so he was the wrong Jesus, not really the Savior of the world, so we cannot get very interested in all this yapping about the irrelevant Roberts family. I chose to attend another college, not their college, so there is really nothing all that compelling that I would need to discuss with them. I will not need the Roberts for anything. Needless to say.  

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Yes, I got the message that things there were rearranged after I left California, but Susie would know much more about that than I could ever think of. Why don't you ask Susie to explain what they did later? Why do I have to do all the work and heavy lifting of things they left all over the place in the new scrambled formet? I am not sure that I care that much.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I almost thought that I was glimpsing some pictures of Tim in there, but then again Tim always did like to pretend, so probably it was just one of those imaginary things. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I suppose that could be interesting to know, is that the only thing that you can think of, who was this mysterious woman hiding in the redwood forests during the proceedings of those Bohemian elite. Who could have outlined in advance all of these steps for the tracing, because certainly it really was not that important in my mind that I should have to spend years of my life yanked around by some imagiative unknown whackos? The oil is really not that lucrative, certainly not as lucrative as it might have been several decades earlier, so much so that the soap opera "Dallas" will never be reenacted. The whole logic of the Dallas plot no longer exists so the soap opera in retrospect seems completely ridiculous. There is no reason to even think about the oil business as anything but a function of government. The oil reserves people will put you in a line and you can just sit there and wait for a very long time for who knows what result if ever. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I never did forget the time when we were visiting at the mission house, and Mrs. Bueno was there and read aloud to us a letter sent to them from one of those people in South America, and it was really quite funny, the high level of snark, speaking to those of El Salvador sarcastically as living in "paradise," due to the much acclaimed success of the work there. Apparently, some of those South American works can barely get off the ground by comparison, although I don't really know. I have already been warned not to say anything more about that, so why bring that up again already. I am not suppose to say anything and there you go again trying to get me in trouble with the higher authorities. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, but I am forgetting where I got that stack of various magazines, a variety of sample magazines, back when I was thinking about looking into freelance writing. The idea is to get a sample of a magazine before you even think of querying to see whether you would even want to put your name on that, and then when you see what the magazine actually is, you might decide not to bother with that. There was a stack of several magazines that I had gotten somewhere, I forget where, it was not just that one magazine.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot imagine why I would need to invent stuff that never happened or comment on trivial conversations in which I did not participate, ot at least I am not recogninzing the original context of whatever was said, if anything.