How are you at receiving criticism? Do you prefer that others treat you with kid gloves, or go for brutal honesty?
You can be honest, brutally or not.
I can take it or leave it.
Kid gloves?
I—or worse, you—may not get the point.
That’s why.
But, first, interrupt me not.
I’m speaking, I’m thinking.
—Linus Fernandes.
When was the last time you were completely stumped by a question, a request, or a situation you found yourself in? How did you handle it?
(Thanks for suggesting this prompt, Lisa Dorenfest!)
Curve balls would not be curve balls if you cared for no one’s opinion but your own.
My thoughts. Yours?
The Way of Curve (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A second #RoyalBaby will soon be joining the Windsors in England. Given the choice, would you rather be heir to the throne, or the (probably) off-the-hook sibling?
If I were king,
I’d have a bevy to choose from
For a queen,
And thus spoilt for choice,
I’d choose none.
—Linus Fernandes
WordPress dashboard interface (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?
(Thanks for this intriguing prompt idea, Jazzy4God&grace!)
The stranger says, “I’m from the planet Zod and I need you to respond to the Daily Prompt from WordPress for a full year—for us.”
Do movies, songs, or other forms of artistic expression easily make you cry? Tell us about a recent tear-jerking experience!
This prompt reminded me of the hit single ‘Sad Movies’ originally sung by American singer Sue Thompson and written by John D Loudermilk.
The lyrics are as follows:
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
He said he had to work, so I went to the show alone.
They turned down the lights and turned the projector on.
And just as the news of the world started to begin,
I saw my darling and my best friend walking in.
Although I was sitting right there they didn’t see me.
And so they both sat right down in the front of me.
And when he kissed her lips then I almost died.
And in the middle of the colour cartoon I started to cry.
Oh Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
And so I got on up and slowly I walked on home,
And Mama saw the tears and said “Baby what is wrong”.
And so just to keep from telling her a lie,
I just said “Sad movies makes me cry”.
Oh Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Abba’s cover version of the song:
Yeh Jo Hai Zindagi (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The five principal characters during an argument. Episode: “The Can Opener” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Deutsch: Logo von Modern Family (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: A scene from the filming of the TV show “Criminal Minds” during season 6 of its run in Simi Valley, California, USA in December 2010. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
You’ve just been named the casting director of your favorite television show (or movie franchise). The catch: you must replace the entire cast — with your friends and family. Who gets which role?
When I first glanced at the prompt, I felt that I would not have much to write about except list my favourite sitcoms that feature friends and family.
Those are as follows:
Dekh Bhai Dekh (Hindi).
Dekh Bhai Dekh (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I decided to cheat a little for inspiration and had a peek at what the others responded with.
Tom Balistreri, in his inimitable style, summed up my reaction in his poem, “No Show.”
ReallyJustWords cast herself and her husband as Debra and Raymond in her entertaining post.
Soul n Spirit says that television is not meant for her and hence neither the prompt.
And Life is Great loves Criminal Minds but believes casting her friends and family in starring roles would be an unmitigated disaster.
All counters to the prompt can be found here.
The Helium Monument Time Capsule in Amarillo, Texas, USA. It was constructed in the late 1960s. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long buried underground. What will she learn about early-21st-century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff?
I doubt it.
500 years from now, the edifice in which I live will probably have been razed and rebuilt several times over.
The smart act would be to collect artefacts that you believe to be of interest to future generations and bury them in a time capsule.
Or if it is valuable, donate it to a museum.
In a reversal of Big, the Tom Hanks classic from the 80s, your adult self is suddenly locked in the body of a 12-year-old kid. How do you survive your first day back in school?
It happened while he was sleeping.
He woke up, rising lightly from his bed and danced into the bathroom.
It was the mirror that made him aware of the changes in his physiognomy.
He was now his 12-year-old self.
A quick glance at the calendar; the year was 1958.
1958.1958. 1958.
“What the hell?” he yelled out.
The sharp tones of his mother echoed from the kitchen, “No swearing in this house, Tom. You know the rules. And why don’t you watch where you’re going if you don’t want to stub your foot on the door step.”
He could not understand it. Yesterday, he had lain down to sleep , a fully-grown, slightly disappointed man in his mid-50s.
And today, he was back in his childhood.
What could have transpired? Was it just a dream? Or had he fallen through some time portal?
He did not believe in magic.
“But time portals, surely, that’s scientifically possible. They don’t just occur in fantasy genre movies.
They are part of most sci-fi movies as well.”
“Am I in a movie?” he thought aloud and then quickly dismissed the thought as soon as it occurred to him.
“Be rational. Be real. Think it through.”
But the sound of that dreaded school bus outside the window brought back all the chills and fears he felt for his left-behind school days.
“Oh, no!” The child in him cried—the minor in the adult in a minor’s body.
“School!”
And he looked at the calendar again.
It was the 12th of September, 1958.
It was then he recalled his first day at school.
He never got there.
He dismounted the bus and walked all the way home, hiding out in the backyard until the school bus returned.
This continued for a good month, until the school principal called one day.
That is a tale for another day.
English: A 2010 Girardin MB-II school bus belonging to Boston Public Schools. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Do you agree with Jane Fonda’s favorite exercise motto, “no pain, no gain?” Is it impossible to attain greatness without considerable hardship?
“No pain, no gain” —that is a universal maxim, believed by most and denied by few.
But I note you have attached a rider—greatness. What if someone wants to be merely good? I jest.
If we wish to achieve something, we need to endure pains to get there. However, what we do not need are unconnected, indirect or neighboring miseries that can be a drag on performance.
Those torments need to be grappled with first before attempting to be Atlas—however worn and weary.
Address the agony; then fly light.
PS: Make sure the baggage you are tackling is yours.
How often do you get to (or have to) be awake for sunrise? Tell us about what happened the last time you were up so early (or late…).
Daily but I never watch the sun rise.
Or the sun set. The hazards of a city life.
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