Reflections of Me

As usual, I have a word stuck in my head.  I always get words stuck in my head.  Words are so fun to use when writing; you can mix them, match them, move them around, toss them up and catch them or just let them fall where they will, you can wiggle them and shake them and add/subtract letters and make them do all sort of crazy tricks.  Several problems do arise, however, when one uses the written word; inflection is almost impossible to reflect on paper, so sarcasm is often wasted in written conversation unless the reader already knows that such was the intent. Also, meaning: quite often, we write something, knowing full well what we mean when we used such and such a word, only to find the reader has assigned a completely different meaning.  So, when we write, we often put a bit more thought into what we are saying, whereas in speech we tend to soldier on, assuming our listener understands the words we use the same way we do.  This can occasionally lead to sur...

Have you ever had a moment where you sit down and think : Who Am I?  And, why? I do it a lot.  I ask myself, Do I really know myself?  Cleverly, I almost always answer.  Not that I am always right, but, hey, a good question deserves a answer, I think.  And who better to answer such a question than yourself? I've heard it said that one's likes and dislikes reveal a person's personality.  I don't know who said it, or where I heard it; probably some checkout lane at some long forgotten market.  Or, perhaps it was the voices in my head.  There are a lot of them; strangely, they all sound like Mr. Spock.  That is one thing I never question, because, if your voices are going to sound like anyone's other than your own, Mr. Spock is a excellent choice. Occasionally, Doctor McCoy sneaks a line in.  Very seldom does Captain Kirk's voice speak up.  I've never questioned that, either.  I think I might not like the answer. So, some ...

Well, here we are, a scant 3 weeks or so away from 2018.  In the words of a too-often repeated adage; If I'd known I was going to live this long, I'd have taken better care of myself. Who am I kidding?  No, I wouldn't have. It's been quite a year.  As for being a memorable one, well, I personally have had years much more memorable than this one.  However, it certainly has been eventful.  I began it by retiring, something I hadn't really expected to do so soon, because I wasn't looking forward to depending entirely on Social Security.  Don't get me wrong; I am grateful for it, I paid into it for many long years, but it certainly isn't enough.  Might have been, as recently as 1980, but certainly not now.  Medicare, on the other hand, is well worth it.  But, no, it has been eventful for many, many other reasons than that. Obviously, our new administration has provided nearly daily events, and our Congress has paired with it to create daily...

Here it is, Merry Christmas, and I hope you're-------no, wait, sorry, that's from my favorite Christmas song, by Slade.  Christmas, a Holiday I've dreaded for years now.  It never was my favorite Holiday, but it at least provided a much needed respite from the bleak landscape of Winter, my least favorite season.  The retail takeover of it caused my enjoyment of it to decline.  Rather rapidly.  One saving grace was that it was colorful, something Winter is decidedly not. This year, I have found that I have only two bright spots in the season.  Psych: The Movie, and, the Doctor Who Christmas Special.  The realization of that has left me nearly speechless ( not a condition I am used to ); the only thing I am looking forward to are two television programs?  What in the Heck?  Not that the two programs are unworthy, they definitely are something to look forward to.  But.  The only things?  Why? So, I have been questioning myself...