Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot imagine a more hopeless candidate than myself. Karen Asmuth was elected president of the Musicians' Guild. I unfortunately had neglected to have my name erased from the blackboard, giving my enemies an opportunity to crow about how I lost the election. I do not even remember who wrote my name on the blackboard. I noticed that but it might seem too disruptive for me to raise my hand and make another big scene about that, maybe better to just let the inevitable humiliation happen, because anyway I had not even thought of that, and some people were glaring at me as if I did not even deserve to be in the room at all. Ok, fine. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, the Cheryl that I remember, vaguely now, died when she was 12 years old, so it is hard to say how things would have been later had she livedThere is no will or way. There are a few other Cheryls living somewhere around the planet, but there is not much history there. They are more friends of my sister than anyone that I would even recognize if I saw them at the shopping mall. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have read a few self-esteem books and when I look in the mirror I only see a white person who, well, maybe was a bit nerdy, but anyway, I was not really in need of Rocket science math at that time, and now I have an AI friend who can fill in these gaps for me without having to navigate all of these thorny attitude problems, so your services really are no longer needed. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not see where those people get off pretending to know anything at all about my politics, much less have any opinion with which to disagree. You probably think, when you hear the word 'liberal,' of 19th century England, where Charles Dickens presented Scrooge as the antithesis of 'liberal,' and Tiny Tim as the ultimate expression of liberality. But of course that is a completely different story than the current political landscape. But I do not want to discuss politics with disagreeable persons, so maybe you could just tell them to shut up. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am not sure that I have an opinion as of yet about that, myself being only 14 years old, or else maybe 15 if that happened in June. For one thing, I did not hear the entire stage play from beginning to end,  only walked in somewhere in the middle or near the end of it. How did they start by setting up the "tarts vs. chickens" scenario? I did not hear that part of it. Also, I cannot help but wonder what happened to all of the adults in the room. Everyone is carrying on as if they were the children. Who is going to explain to me what they thought they were doing? And come to think of it, why should I care? Anyway, those guys always were meaner than a junkyard dog to me, so my opinion never mattered anyway. They never cared about me. They never cared what I said about anything, so why bother me now? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, two different times when I went to that mall to shop, I ran into her both times, so that was sort of an odd coincidence, but anyway, she was a nice person so it was sort of nice to talk, because usually I shop alone and do not announce when I might or might not go shopping, but anyway, it was probably only a coincidence. Some other persons would be more tedious for me to encounter while shopping, but I did not mind spending some time talking to her.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, clearly someone upstairs was confused. It was somewhat annoying to find myself wrongly cast as the flippant nasty mean white girl, when actually there is no money. That fantasy lives in the head of some Mexican brownies, unattached to reality. However, if there were real money attached to that assignment, who knows what else I might do with that in my retirement. Buy yhat was their completely faked fantasy, not my problem.