A Toast to the New Year

I raise my glass and sip to health, happiness, friendship, and everything else, like it or not.

A Non White Christmas

It's warm, sunny, and snowless in my territory, but due to virtual celebration, I get to enjoy a White Christmas of the mind. Either way suits me. 

The Numbers Game

Today is my birthday and I'm thinking how these days measure the slot each human occupies in the empirical dimension. It's a mainstay in shaping a person's identity. One is that number. Exactly for one year. No argument.
People comply quite willingly. We even celebrate. It does seem to correlate with the physical progression of the body.

Each year gets a different digit, then digits, in a predictable well-ordered fashion. People's lives are organized, aren't they?

I seem to prefer the odd years. And that's odd.
This new one is odd.

So our earthly days are numbered. Is that logic? Is it arithmetic?

There's a neat little slot for one and all, precise and perfectly sequential.

Liquids and Temperature

An acupuncturist told me to never ever ever drink cold beverages. Ever.
I would think piping hot drinks might be bad too, in that school of thought. Maybe body temperature refreshments are best, but they are not my cup of tea.
Icy is my love.

An Inquisitive Friend

Jm. Maxwell here.

Happy Birthday, love.

So how's things?

Fly by Night

It dawned on me. The reason I like driving late night, that is.

The lights are calibrated differently, and I can travel from here to there unstopped by  intersections. And from there to here. That's also attributed to the almost non-existent traffic in the hours I prefer.

I can sail through the night while still on solid ground. A most interesting combination. It's like bringing the earth up to me in a sort of reversal. Where exactly is the gravity?

Alternative Transportation

If you choose not to venture into the galaxy in the I capsule, the RU 439T, then this spaceship is also  available for travel. It's roomier.

It's true. You can have too many vehicles for exploring the universe. It's kind of like a classic car collection.

Anyone's Guess

People's personas only exist in the images  others have of them. We have no identity in reality.

I was convinced through my life that I would eventually find my ID, being of the Aries persuasion, but due to a twist of events, I  instead came to the knowledge that I don't actually have one. My personality is a product of imagination. Of vapors, gasses, and general hallucinations. Who I am is anyone's guess.