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I'm not the great communicator I used to be?

Nope. I don't know how you did it, but you somehow have managed to surpass the great communicator you used to be, becoming some sort of uber-communicator, great beyond the reaches of ordinary scales of measuring the effectiveness of communication.

Blither, blither. I had a dream about you last night. Rather, your mother. I was at your house (only it wasn't your house, looked more like my house) and your mother sat me down in front of a large tv and said, "I'm going to teach you [something in Japanese]". She then put a tape in a VCR and, puzzled, I turned to the screen to see a karaoke video of some song about adultery and prostitution. I clapped my hands in delight and began straining to learn the words, as in the next room you got geared up to go to a soccer match.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:50 PM | shower me with attention