healing-ma to ita. And a cluestick to the doctors.
Xander ,'Lessons'
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
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.
I sent an e-mail poke to Playboy, and now I have a response sitting in my inbox. I don't want to open it because I am dealing with enough emo cranky "wow, I suck" this week.
Open the e-mail, honey. Otherwise it will just taunt you with its unreadness.
If they offer you a job, we do a dance.
If they say thanks but no thanks, we make more porn jokes at their expense.
If they haven't made a decision yet, then at least you know what's what.
Playboy just poked you back, Woman, OPEN IT
t /SPP
It was originally intended to be a children's story, wasn't it?
Well, in the same sense that the original Little Mermaid story was, I suppose -- you know, the one where every step she takes with feet feels like walking on knives, and the prince doesn't marry her and she turns into... sea foam, I think? And that's a happy ending.
Well, it was a Disney DVD so I sort of thought the Matchstick Girl's story would be likewise Disneyfied. The Little Mermaid gets her man by sacrificing her voice, instead of giving up her comfortable life, her loving family and enduring stabbing pain with every step to dance at the wedding of the man she loves--who won't give her the time of day. Only to die in the end.*
The Little Match Girl's frozen corpse at the end of the cartoon wasn't upsetting for ME because I'm familiar with the story but I think younger kids would ask what was going on if they saw it.
*Yes, she gets an opportunity to gain a soul as a Child of the Air, etc., and all that inspirational yaddacakes. Which, I suppose is the meaning of The Little Match Girl--who sees wonderful visions of love and warmth by burning her matches and whose soul is taken to heaven by her dead grandmother in the end. Heathen that I am, I just see frozen corpse and seafoam at the end of these stories.
Open the e-mail, honey. Otherwise it will just taunt you with its unreadness.
Okay, fine, but you're the one who has to deal with me after I read it, you know.
Hans Christian Andersen wasn't that big on happy endings, was he?
Okay, fine, but you're the one who has to deal with me after I read it, you know.
Well, it's that or work. I've got my e-mail open and my cell phone on.
Yeah, they hired someone else. Oh, well.
I'm sorry, shrift.