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Tuesday · September 20 2005

Charlie and I took a break from Green Eggs and Ham last night, and chose a book of Mother Goose rhymes for bedtime. Most of the verses are shorter and more pointless than I remember, but “Old King Cole” is an interesting one:

Old King Cole is a merry old soul,
and a merry old soul is he.
He called for his pipe.
He called for his bowl.
And he called for his fiddlers three.

So it's stoned King Cole sitting back in a very good mood and listening to some tunes. Now I know why my mom never answered me when I was young and asked her why he called for a bowl.

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September 20 2005

I remember reading "Goldilocks and the Three Bears" to Ella for the first time and being absolutely floored by what a terrible story that is. A blond girl breaks into a house and eats the inhabitants' food, breaks their shit and sleeps in their bed. Then they come home and she leaves never to be seen again? What the @#%@ is that? Now when I read it to her, I explain that Goldilocks is a dangerous crystal meth addict.

September 23 2005

Ha, both of those are hilarious. I guess the lesson to be learned is that fairy tales and nursery rhymes are endless treasures...they apply today as much as they applied in yesteryear. Kind of like Humpty Dumpty doing the Humpty Dance. timeless.

September 23 2005

In the Brothers Grimm version, Cinderella's stepsisters each try to fit into the slipper by cutting off her toe or heel. She is discovered when the prince sees the blood leaking through the shoe. At the end, doves claw the girls blind.

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