Goodness-- I didn't know anyone else knew Solomon Grundy-- but I loved it too!
It was recorded on some LP that my parents had. I think the whole thing was recordings of old folk songs/poems, etc.
I know I'm a bad poet, but I'm a good man. All I ask is that... is that you try to see me—
William ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
tommyrot - Dec 12, 2006 11:07:06 am PST #5798 of 10007
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Jessica - Dec 12, 2006 11:07:44 am PST #5799 of 10007
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Weird internet coincidence -- today's Old Foodie entry mentions "Solomon Gundy" (a variant spelling of salmagundy, described in the entry as a kind of pickled herring salad).
ChiKat - Dec 12, 2006 11:13:18 am PST #5800 of 10007
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
The Little Match Girl was your favorite story?
My fav as a kid was Andersen's Little Mermaid. Not a happy, Disney ending, let me tell you what. But, oh, how I loved it! (Still do, truth be told.)
tommyrot - Dec 12, 2006 11:15:32 am PST #5801 of 10007
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
My fav as a kid was Andersen's Little Mermaid. Not a happy, Disney ending, let me tell you what. But, oh, how I loved it! (Still do, truth be told.)
Yeah, I liked that one a lot too. The part that stuck in my mind was how when she walked on her feet it felt like she was walking on razor blades - the pain was so intense. But she did it for love... yep, I loved that one. How did it end? Wasn't she with the guy for just one day?
ChiKat - Dec 12, 2006 11:16:21 am PST #5802 of 10007
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
The part that stuck in my mind was how when she walked on her feet it felt like she was walking on razor blades - the pain was so intense. But she did it for love...
Yes! Exactly! In the end, she didn't get him to love her and she turned to sea foam.
sumi - Dec 12, 2006 11:18:49 am PST #5803 of 10007
Art Crawl!!!
Didn't all of her sisters cut off their hair so that she could spend that one day with him?
(Hmmm, Christmas Ghosts. . . sounds like a job for the Winchesters.)
§ ita § - Dec 12, 2006 11:25:22 am PST #5804 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
That story is awesome.
THEY EAT THEIR FATHER.
You're not right.
Jamaicans eat Solomon Gundy. Not sure if it's herrings in our case, since I don't remember eating herring outside of the nasty sour salty fish paste my mother once called "Jamaican caviar" and served it on toast points at New Year's.
Totally gross.
Huh. Guess ours is herring.
tommyrot - Dec 12, 2006 11:28:08 am PST #5805 of 10007
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Years ago I read some essay lamenting the fact that children's stories today have almost none of the morbid, depressing stuff of Hans Christian Andersen and other old stories. I don't remember what the author thought was the reason for that.
The Disneyfication of children's stories could be to blame. But I wonder if morbid children's stories are just less necessary now that childhood mortality rates are so much lower than they were in the 1800s....
§ ita § - Dec 12, 2006 11:32:23 am PST #5806 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
There's a collection whose title played on Grimm/grim and had the gorier versions of all those tales--I used to own a copy and have no idea where it is, or what it was called so I can put it on a wishlist somewhere.
Aims - Dec 12, 2006 11:32:54 am PST #5807 of 10007
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I don't remember what the author thought was the reason for that.
We value our children more and want them to grow up feeling safe and loved and that happy endings are the norm.
Or some such shit.