Now I'm trying remember which fairy tale it was that had the wicked stepmother being forced to dance at the heroine's wedding in red-hot shoes. Cheery stuff, indeed.
The original Cinderella story made the stepsisters dance in iron shoes until they were dead. The French court edited out all the good details of those evil German tales.
Does anyone of a certain age know if
Jabberwocky
was shown nationally. I remember it from when I was very young, but it might have been a local show. I'm pretty sure that's where I first heard the
Solomon Grundy
rhyme. Oh, never mind. Wiki knows all; it was a Boston show. [link] Perhaps some of you caught the reruns, though.
When I was about five, sad songs about death were my favorites. I mean, they made me really sad to listen to, but they were still my faves. Like "My Grandfather's Clock." My favorite line was ,"And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died." I had a windup toy clock that played that song - loved that thing.
Oh, and "Hang Down Your Head, Tom Dooley."
I learned all those when I took guitar lessons as a little kid. I also loved them.
My favorite fairy tales is Tatterhood. [link]
I refer to her as Goat Girl. I love that she carries a wooden spoon.
Damn.
Spirit Airlines is having sale for Jan 9 - some other date later than that that goes from LA to Kingston or MoBay for $159 each way. By my reckoning, that's cheap.
This is the strangest place.
I was reading about letters to Santa today. My favorite letter to Santa came from a lawyer's website:
Dear Santa: Define "good."
Donkeyskin is cool if you're into noncon incest threats and stuff. Some versions I guess it's not just a threat.
Dude. It's like Dewey for fairy tales.
What is it called, the thing one uses to keep books propped upright on a bookshelf? It's a totally anodyne thing but I'm writing my christmas list.
It's a bookend, on the end of the shelf.
I was reading about letters to Santa today. My favorite letter to Santa came from a lawyer's website:
Dear Santa: Define "good."
Hee! We made a candy stop at the 7-11 today, after torturing the children with flu shots. They had stockings with funny messages, like:
Dear Santa: Boys will be boys.
Dear Santa: I can explain everything.
I think there were four, in all. The one I liked best said something along the lines of, "The other kids are partly to blame," but that's not quite it.