There used to be the notebooks to write down little things like lists: of chores; grocery items; assignment’s from Teacher..pay the bills; even a bit of doggerel, –if the mood so struck! When it came to THAT, as new ideas and associations cropped up..in the mental moosh! things that just had to be included in the poem – even if only mere afterthoughts – got crammed between the lines by ball-point pen, smudging them in in any available space so you don’t forget something, something maybe, Hemingway-esque, for that great-American-novel-in-progress; ’cause it just might help the finished masterpiece (If we ever get..there!), –until it became virtually undecipherable from all the plethoras of addendums added..scribbled over the scribbles. Of course now there’s computers (something sinister in that); which can accomplish something similar, though, in fact, a something on steeroid’s, “MOO!” cause you can ALWAYS go back and revise..”If there ain’t space make space!” (Mom always said that). They – the computers – make life so much easier for all; especially for the ubiquitous G-men out there: GOVERNMENT; Deep Stater’s; all them bureaucrat’s, tasked with monitoring our every move or thought. Now we do all their work for them, they’re on their perpetual coffee-break’s..there! in big buildings looking down through narrow windows on ant-like persons passing by (picking online brains at their leisure). They – the secret agents – used to have to ‘hang’ somewhere: like in a phone-booth; or average-looking car; or some other stealthily-concealed perch of observation, watching..perspicaciously! all of us from behind dark shades – incognito – while pretending to be: dropping coins in the slot to make that unlikely phone-call; or nonchalantly reading the Newspaper; or looking in a mirror as though straightening one’s hair, –and at the same covert time, noticing who we are and/or who we are with and any telltale bulges, etc.; and reading our lips, our body languages, and so on and so on; and catching any other barely perceptible clue as to intent, multi-tasking! you know, and all the while making mental notes to not forget even the slightest detail which might come in handy for the analysis of..watt’s happening, type it up! (there’s your slice of doggerel for the day all you fans of thee poetry, Memo from H.Q., nice little tid-bit, “Bow-Wow”). But,BUT! before the advent of ‘internet’ and all of the rest of it..that was, by-the-way, invented by Algore (which also invented the Algore-rythm’s), they hadda learn how to operate all these clunky eavesdropping devices like our Russian counterpart’s in all the deaprtments, and collusion’s, and how to best identify a likely place of concealment; or create one – thee ‘Command-post’ if you will..like an unmarked van – from which to ‘SPY’ on your identified national security threats off the daily LIST’s (and all the updated information). This took a little discretion as we ‘Al’ know. Now that everyone has his, or her (or whatevers’ pronoun’s) little pad, or ‘device’..to write in – or read off of – all our most remotest clumps of an idea..often resembling nothing more, or less! than your garden variety sediment – like biological waste’s into-the-can – the agencies, or Alphabet’s, I should imagine, have their hands full with keeping up with it all, –Oh, right! but now they have the AI’s working for them to sort us all out (I forgot, I should have wrote it down); and thee Algor-rythms to get it done, too, Ex: “A kitty, a kitty!” the boy wrote on his MACBOOK.AIR, “..He is but a flea-bitten-four-legged-notebook (with fur) to help keep track of schedules..Things I Gotta Do Today.” Now. Open up that feline ledger of daily reminder’s and read thee note: DON’T FORGET TO FEED..ME! MEOW-ME-OW!! There..make hay out of that all you fbi’s. I double-dog dare ya!! Nyahh! (Woof-woof) ~c.