Holiday

Mailing still not done.
Tree still not up.
Head-cold coming on.
Stocking stuffers not bought.

On the other hand:

EK reconciled with parents. This is good. Offered him PFlag lit.
Presents bought and wrapped.
Last day of work.
Lemon lift tea.
Payday.
Sleeper Cell on DVD for the people I promised. And Mudd got to play techie, which is his favorite thing.
Civ 4 for playing this week.


All in all, a reasonable balance.

So, fairy tale time

Which of the following openings appeals more:


Once upon a time, there was a big bad wolf.

Yeah, that’d be me: Paul, mid 30s, architect,
Wisconsinite, list-dad, werewolf. Big bad wolf. In
the deep dark forest of suburbia. Your worst
nightmare. Or not.


or


They always said I wouldn’t never amount to much. Pa
said it. Ma said it. James said it. And Jake always
said it. Then again, everyone always said the earth
was flat until Columbus tried to get to India the hard
way.

It all started with the apples. Ain’t that the way it
always goes? Anyway, Pa was powerful proud of his
apple tree and rightly so. It bore by the bushel
basket and Pa took prizes with the apples and his
apple cider and applejack and Ma took prizes with the
apple butter, apple jelly, apple pies and apple cake.