Today’s self-prompt is inspiration. I always found the single-word Daily Post Daily Prompts to be lame, but they were at least an inspiration starting point and, more importantly, connected a group of promptees who became a community.
Where that community has gone I have no idea. I feel kind of stranded; do you? I wonder seriously how difficult it must have been to post one word a day with links to the community chest— I can’t judge because it’s been a long time since I worked on a serious website without a template (like this one).
There are lots of resources with daily prompts, and some with groups of participants that connect. But I grew comfortable with this one, and now need to stop finding excuses for skipping my daily entries and get to work. I have the old Daily Post 365 days of prompts and may start there. Or I have other quite interesting lists. What will you do?
In lieu of any inspiration whatsoever, may I present a few of my favourite cartoons?
Tonight my sister and I watched a few old “The Launch” episodes. This is a low key but very high quality talent-search kind of program, Canada style. One of the contestants in the seven part series was Amy Bishop, who is not thin.
I am culturally naive; I don’t truly understand the discrimination that so many people experience, including friends, because of skin colour, conventional attractiveness, ethnicity, religion, height, weight or whatever. Amy Bishop feels held back because of her appearance. If she feels it, of course it is true.
As a white, fairly conformist white woman I understand that I know nothing about what others experience in these areas. I need to listen.
On the topic of “thin”, today’s Daily Prompt, may I present a few of my favourite cartoons, of which only the first one relates to the theme?
Wednesday? Where are you? Oh, I almost missed you.
The fact is, I have been busy with a sick dog. I won’t go into detail, because sick dogs always involve unpleasant descriptions of normal and abnormal bodily functions and sick lumpy stuff. But my darling 14-year old puppy is not well at all.
We’ve been neglecting the past few vet visits because they stress out his dog mind and body so much, and we just want him to be comfortable and content in his dotage. That’s been cowardly of us, I know. Cowardly and desperately loving. Loving cowardice.
So he lay at my feet now as I tap tap on my laptop, as he always does, but he is sad and lost and miserable, and would feel even worse if he knew he had a vet visit coming up. Which he does.
So the prompt is fact, and I had no trouble selecting a few of my favourite cartoons relating to the prompt, which I offer to you now:
Since the Chicago Cubs won the 2016 World Series, which was one of the best nights of my existence, my life has lost all meaning. I was comfortable, content, smug, superior, self-congratulatory, and happy in my role as die-hard supporter of the greatest underdogs in baseball history. The Cubs previously won the World Series in 1908, you see, and that is more than a dry spell, that is lying for millennia in the desert at mid-day with your tongue hanging out. Then 2016 and the skies opened and the desert bloomed and my identity skidded into the ditch like a Harley in a rainstorm.
The upside, besides YAY!, is that so many people, of so many generations of Cubs’ fans, have said, “If only the Cubbies would win a World Series before I die”. And many passed away cruelly unfulfilled. Now, however, since 2016, people can die in peace. I am sincerely curious about the number of deaths in the months following the win, compared to other years.
Instead of dwelling on dreams fulfilled and life’s meaning erased, let’s have a look at a few of my favourite cartoons, the first of which is only tenuously related to today’s prompt, Champion:
I think, for some reason, of the early explorers of North America when I think of the word “territory”, today’s prompt. They had names like Ponce de Leon, Champlain, Cabot, and in the north were rugged and crazy, and did things like portage their canoes for miles and miles in search of I forget what. And that, my friends, is about the sum of what I remember from Grade 8 Social Studies.
Completely unrelated is this selection of some of my favourite cartoons!