The Really You — Laugh, Rant, and Know

2CB1F82E-81CE-419F-80C7-1AC1035A4733Rory wants to know who we really are…or at least what about us we’re willing to cop to.

He wants to know “what is or who is The Really You? No, really, as in really you?” To that end, every week he poses just three questions and asks us to tell him — and you — about you us!

What makes you laugh, as in really laugh hard?

Usually it’s something someone says that was not intended to be funny, but either the way it was said or the circumstances or situation in which it was said make it hilarious. And by the way, I could use a good laugh. Between the stomach bug (or possibly food poisoning) that waylaid me last week and then finding out I’m going to need major surgery to treat a problem in my ear, I’m feeling kinda bummed. A good belly laugh might be just what the doctor ordered.

What makes you really angry?

This is easy. The answer is Donald Trump and all of the Republicans in Congress and in his administration who have their heads so far up Donald Trump’s ass that they are living in the dark ages. I gotta stop watching those damn impeachment hearings.

Who knows you the best?

Another easy one. My wife knows me best. And yet she actually chooses to stay with me. I can’t be all bad.

Fandango’s Provocative Question #49

FPQWelcome once again to Fandango’s Provocative Question. Each week I will pose what I think is a provocative question for your consideration.

By provocative, I don’t mean a question that will cause annoyance or anger. Nor do I mean a question intended to arouse sexual desire or interest.

What I do mean is a question that is likely to get you to think, to be creative, and to provoke a response. Hopefully a positive response.

My provocative question today is a follow up to my Friday Flashback post from this past week. I featured a nine-year-old post from an old, now defunct blog of mine, that referenced a survey claiming that 37% of Americans believed in the existence of ghosts. Curious about that stat, I wanted to find out, nine years later, if more than one-third of Americans still believe in ghosts.

I was surprised to come across this chart, which suggests that today, 45% of Americans believe in ghosts.1921E7D8-E95F-43A4-92A1-380BE3AD91A3So that is what precipitated this week’s provocative question. I am asking you, my readers, who are not just Americans, but who come from all around the world, to answer this question:

Do you believe in ghosts? If so, how would you define or describe these beings and what makes you believe they exist? Have you had any personal experiences with ghosts?

If you choose to participate, write a post with your response to the question. Once you are done, tag your post with #FPQ and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

FOWC with Fandango — Trash

FOWCWelcome to November 20, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “trash.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

Freedom Day

Bark manAfter having terrorized the village for decades, the monster had finally been subdued and caught. The villagers took the still living creature to the swamp, where they plunged it into the murky, algae-surfaced pond up to its waist, anchored its feet, and secured one arm to a petrified tree.

The monster struggled for days, going so far as to attempt to gnaw its own left arm off at the shoulder, in a vain attempt to free itself, but it was to no avail, as its strength had been depleted during its capture. The struggle ended when, in agony, the monster perished.

But instead of sinking beneath the slimy green, scum-covered surface of the pond, the monster remained fixed in the position in which it had died. Ultimately, it became petrified, just like the petrified tree to which it was tied.

Now every year, on the anniversary of the capture and demise of the monster who tormented them for decades, the villagers return to the pond to celebrate Freedom Day.


This post was written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Google.