-Rapunzel- Story Thoughts...
What did happen to Rapunzel’s mum and dad? After losing their daughter, with blame being placed almost squarely because the woman got strange cravings and the husband couldn’t say no, what was their fate once the witch stole their child (as that was the price of the woman getting rapunzel (or lettace/cabbage/etc depending on the story version), did they remain where they were? Did any of them face any worse consequences (though losing your child is extremely bad) or did they remain childless, punished with not having another child for being stupid enough to think that the promise couldn’t have any way in actually occurring?
We know what happens with Rapunzel, though I can’t remember if any version that doesn’t have it listed that her mother was craving rapunzels gave a reason why she was called that by the witch? -Tangled- does give a good flesh-out of the story, without the entire getting pregnant and thrown out of a tower mentioned. Or that her prince becomes blind because of the fury of the witch. Though that leads to another question of what did happen to the witch? It’s explained in -Tangled-, with even a later story (I think it’s been placed in an article though I can’t remember where) that this is actually Snow White’s step-mother, who apparently didn’t die after she was chased by all of the woodland creatures. Nice to know that the animals weren’t murderers after all but still on the quest to remain forever young.
But what purpose did the witch of demanding the child of the woman and man in the first place in return for the woman getting all the rapunzels she wanted? She now has a child, that she has to care and look after the thing and when the girl gets older, what’s she going to do with her? Train her to be a witch as well? Just keep her up there just -cuz- and wait for her to die? There doesn’t seem to be anything for the witch, as there isn’t a mention of the witch maybe using the girl for a spell or something.
I know that the old Fairy Tales were more to serve as warnings, but still… I like some meat. Some explanation. And as for the moral of the entire story… Don’t get pregnant? Don’t give in to your cravings? Don’t be weak for your wife? Do this all anyway and live happily ever after? It’s not even like -Cinderella- where at least at the end, Cinderella goes to live with the prince but she hasn’t done anything that could be punished for (according to the morals of the times anyway) and her stepsisters are punished for being mean, cutting off their own toes (and for being ugly apparently which is a -point- of many of those old Fairy Tales).
There are others that I’ll undoubtedly end up analising because this stupid little -thought- has bitten me and gotten my Muses all riled up. They demand that I write up the -idea-, and I try to do all the other work I need to do for other stories that I have been Posting for over two years now.
We know what happens with Rapunzel, though I can’t remember if any version that doesn’t have it listed that her mother was craving rapunzels gave a reason why she was called that by the witch? -Tangled- does give a good flesh-out of the story, without the entire getting pregnant and thrown out of a tower mentioned. Or that her prince becomes blind because of the fury of the witch. Though that leads to another question of what did happen to the witch? It’s explained in -Tangled-, with even a later story (I think it’s been placed in an article though I can’t remember where) that this is actually Snow White’s step-mother, who apparently didn’t die after she was chased by all of the woodland creatures. Nice to know that the animals weren’t murderers after all but still on the quest to remain forever young.
But what purpose did the witch of demanding the child of the woman and man in the first place in return for the woman getting all the rapunzels she wanted? She now has a child, that she has to care and look after the thing and when the girl gets older, what’s she going to do with her? Train her to be a witch as well? Just keep her up there just -cuz- and wait for her to die? There doesn’t seem to be anything for the witch, as there isn’t a mention of the witch maybe using the girl for a spell or something.
I know that the old Fairy Tales were more to serve as warnings, but still… I like some meat. Some explanation. And as for the moral of the entire story… Don’t get pregnant? Don’t give in to your cravings? Don’t be weak for your wife? Do this all anyway and live happily ever after? It’s not even like -Cinderella- where at least at the end, Cinderella goes to live with the prince but she hasn’t done anything that could be punished for (according to the morals of the times anyway) and her stepsisters are punished for being mean, cutting off their own toes (and for being ugly apparently which is a -point- of many of those old Fairy Tales).
There are others that I’ll undoubtedly end up analising because this stupid little -thought- has bitten me and gotten my Muses all riled up. They demand that I write up the -idea-, and I try to do all the other work I need to do for other stories that I have been Posting for over two years now.
Zombies...
And they get mentioned again. Jeez. Can this not be done when I’m near an un-barred large window? I really need to watch something else. Thought I was doing well considering I have made a point not to watch all of those Zombie TV programs, and the last game I watched containing Zombies was over a year ago. But no. I can’t escape from the bloody things.
I think I’m going into my bedroom instead. I can bar the door and my bedroom window has bars.
Shudders.
I think I’m going into my bedroom instead. I can bar the door and my bedroom window has bars.
Shudders.
-Pinky & The Brain- Theme Tune
Completely realise that the fear of said zombies is completely unrealistic. The chances of this happening is as possible as aliens beaming down to Earth, announcing their presence and being greeted with cheers and waves (and the key to all countries) without the aliens subsequently deciding to invade us anyway. It’s a stupid fear, different from my worry about crashing to the ground from a great height, not being in control when in a plane (hence why I never am ever on a rollercoaster because I barely can handle it when I’m up in the air on a plane and watching -Final Destination- never helps either. Which I always somehow managing to do so before I actually go traveling so explain that one to me. My head wants me to freak out, and it’s already enough of an ordeal because I am scared about forgetting something before I leave, or not waking up in time to actually catch the flight as it is so adding that just sends me into overdrive) and my fear of being the centre of attention. I hate it when all eyes are on me, even if they are friends. I don’t want attention. I just want to be left alone, speak when I want to and otherwise just hang out in the fringes of the conversation.
But that’s something completely different though. I’ve spent today with -Pinky & the Brain- stuck in my head, due to thinking it’s the perfect reply if anyone asks what you’ve been thinking about all day and I laugh at myself as if I am actually funny. I didn’t wake up until way too late and the cat of course was furious with me. I’ve got to re-think my entire plan of my apartment since she really isn’t taking to being indoor all the times. I had hoped that she would just get used to it, but I’m pretty sure that she was definitely an outdoor cat so she needs to have more perches littered around the house. And a scratching point, and probably the more expensive one as well. There are ones that are less, but they don’t give any separate levels, and the little balls attached to rope hanging from one of those levels looks pitiful. It does need to be able to swing around, but she gets bored pretty easily, even if there is catnip on it. I bought a bottle for my last cat. So, I need to stock up on more toys (since I am away from the apartment for 10 hours day, four days a week), get her scratching post, and try to give her more height at various levels around the apartment. Easier said than done, on the last one, but I’ll try because I feel really bad about leaving her alone for so long while I work.
At least having two days off in a row gives me a chance of giving her lots of attention. Most of it seems to be for me to remain still, and sitting preferably, so that she can lie on me. And make it near impossible for me to move (and do anything, even on the computer). She also is spending most of the time complaining bitterly that she can’t get more food. She’s been on the one portion of very expensive wet food pouch that serves as slightly more than what she should have ever day for over a week now, and has decided that this isn’t enough, despite it being good enough before for her. Scratching at the kitchen, which she has been banned from because she tends to go onto the counters and send things crashing to the floor (if there is anything there). She also roots (noses) open the cupboards she can reach from the floor and the counter and likes to wander around, leaving cat hair all over my pots/pans/plates/dishes/cups/etc and ever since I’ve made sure that she can’t get through the kitchen door, she’s been very annoyed at me. I don’t know if it’s just because the door is now closed to her, and she doesn’t like not being able to get into a room within the apartment, or else its because the loss of raiding any food she can find in the fridge (one incident) or the cupboards. She appears to always be hungry, even after going on a strict diet for over three months in order to get her back to being a slim, lean cat rather than what she had been before she had been adopted by me. Maybe her metabolism still hasn’t caught up but I’m already giving her slightly more than she should be getting: with one of those long stick treats every four to five days, a few of my cooked chicken bits when I cook chicken and not to mention the kitty treats that she gets between the stick treats. I know I spoil her, and I shouldn’t, but I’m finding it hard to curb my need to please her. A stupid excuse I know, but that’s the reason.
But that’s something completely different though. I’ve spent today with -Pinky & the Brain- stuck in my head, due to thinking it’s the perfect reply if anyone asks what you’ve been thinking about all day and I laugh at myself as if I am actually funny. I didn’t wake up until way too late and the cat of course was furious with me. I’ve got to re-think my entire plan of my apartment since she really isn’t taking to being indoor all the times. I had hoped that she would just get used to it, but I’m pretty sure that she was definitely an outdoor cat so she needs to have more perches littered around the house. And a scratching point, and probably the more expensive one as well. There are ones that are less, but they don’t give any separate levels, and the little balls attached to rope hanging from one of those levels looks pitiful. It does need to be able to swing around, but she gets bored pretty easily, even if there is catnip on it. I bought a bottle for my last cat. So, I need to stock up on more toys (since I am away from the apartment for 10 hours day, four days a week), get her scratching post, and try to give her more height at various levels around the apartment. Easier said than done, on the last one, but I’ll try because I feel really bad about leaving her alone for so long while I work.
At least having two days off in a row gives me a chance of giving her lots of attention. Most of it seems to be for me to remain still, and sitting preferably, so that she can lie on me. And make it near impossible for me to move (and do anything, even on the computer). She also is spending most of the time complaining bitterly that she can’t get more food. She’s been on the one portion of very expensive wet food pouch that serves as slightly more than what she should have ever day for over a week now, and has decided that this isn’t enough, despite it being good enough before for her. Scratching at the kitchen, which she has been banned from because she tends to go onto the counters and send things crashing to the floor (if there is anything there). She also roots (noses) open the cupboards she can reach from the floor and the counter and likes to wander around, leaving cat hair all over my pots/pans/plates/dishes/cups/etc and ever since I’ve made sure that she can’t get through the kitchen door, she’s been very annoyed at me. I don’t know if it’s just because the door is now closed to her, and she doesn’t like not being able to get into a room within the apartment, or else its because the loss of raiding any food she can find in the fridge (one incident) or the cupboards. She appears to always be hungry, even after going on a strict diet for over three months in order to get her back to being a slim, lean cat rather than what she had been before she had been adopted by me. Maybe her metabolism still hasn’t caught up but I’m already giving her slightly more than she should be getting: with one of those long stick treats every four to five days, a few of my cooked chicken bits when I cook chicken and not to mention the kitty treats that she gets between the stick treats. I know I spoil her, and I shouldn’t, but I’m finding it hard to curb my need to please her. A stupid excuse I know, but that’s the reason.
One Foot In Front of the Other, Right? Just Keep On Plodding...
I haven't written in a while, in fact I drifted off to trying to write in a notebook for a while. Only I quickly realised that I am much faster typing and my fingers can't keep up with my head (most of the time) so I shouldn't even have bothered.
I wouldn't say that I'm having problems. Or at least, not really. I'm in a some-what good place, and I'm trying to improve myself by exercising again. And I appear to be doing an OK job, since I have gone down two clothes sizes. I don't dare get a weighing scale though, because I know that if I look at that number staring up at me I'm going to start crying. I can do this simply by dress size, and not let the BMI counter pull me down. I hope.
I know everyone keeps saying that the BMI isn't accurate, and that it's an absurd way to keep track of whether you are healthy or not, but at the same time it's hard to ignore that when everyone else is using it to grade themselves. I know that I'm still considered obese, and God does it hurt to admit that, and even though I'm now on the little line between obese and overweight, none of that makes me feel any better. I've been considered obese since I was about sixteen, and it's taken me over ten years to be able to get even that far. I keep having set-backs, keep piling the weight back on every time my depression hits me again (and it appears to actually have decided that I will definitely be under one Hell of a black cloud for most of January and February and then have dashes of it through-out the rest of the year), and just trying to survive when I keep having to tell myself that though I love my job, and I'm actually doing something with books, I don't live for my job. I have interests outside of it and -that-s what I live for.
But try telling yourself that when you will freely admit that you suck at interacting with customers because I am -not- a person who is able to put on that smile for the entire nine hours. I know I should be looking for a new job. One where I don't have to be around people, because I prefer to be left alone for the most part and just be allowed to do what is set in front of me, but at the same time, the relations between everyone who works there is at a great high and we all (generally) get on well with each other. To trade that for a job where I'll get paid more, and get more hours so that I can actually live on my paycheck without having to spend time trying to figure out which bill I can pay this week and which one I will have to put on my credit card just so that I can get by (and will I have enough money to get food and pay for the bus to get into work that week or will I have to put that on my credit card as well), but might end up with people that I don't get on with. Who I feel even more of an outsider with because when I'm in a bad mood, or not in a mood to be around other people, I generally place myself in the shop the furthest away I can from people. And so I don't get to really talk with the other employees, and it makes me feel left out, even though I -know- that being around them would just bring them down and make them not want to be around me anyway.
So maybe I'm not doing as well as I thought. Just writing all of this down seems to prove that, doesn't it? Or it could just end up being exactly what I need, a way to let out everything that is boiling inside and make me happier. I don't know. I haven't used this journal in over five years, so it's not as if anyone will ever see this.
And I probably should go to bed since it's nearly three in the morning and I have work in seven hours. It's a Sunday, so not -that- much of a strain only I have a lot to do tomorrow. I may be working five days in a row, but there's a lot that needs to be done before I get those three days off at the end of it.
CatKin
I wouldn't say that I'm having problems. Or at least, not really. I'm in a some-what good place, and I'm trying to improve myself by exercising again. And I appear to be doing an OK job, since I have gone down two clothes sizes. I don't dare get a weighing scale though, because I know that if I look at that number staring up at me I'm going to start crying. I can do this simply by dress size, and not let the BMI counter pull me down. I hope.
I know everyone keeps saying that the BMI isn't accurate, and that it's an absurd way to keep track of whether you are healthy or not, but at the same time it's hard to ignore that when everyone else is using it to grade themselves. I know that I'm still considered obese, and God does it hurt to admit that, and even though I'm now on the little line between obese and overweight, none of that makes me feel any better. I've been considered obese since I was about sixteen, and it's taken me over ten years to be able to get even that far. I keep having set-backs, keep piling the weight back on every time my depression hits me again (and it appears to actually have decided that I will definitely be under one Hell of a black cloud for most of January and February and then have dashes of it through-out the rest of the year), and just trying to survive when I keep having to tell myself that though I love my job, and I'm actually doing something with books, I don't live for my job. I have interests outside of it and -that-s what I live for.
But try telling yourself that when you will freely admit that you suck at interacting with customers because I am -not- a person who is able to put on that smile for the entire nine hours. I know I should be looking for a new job. One where I don't have to be around people, because I prefer to be left alone for the most part and just be allowed to do what is set in front of me, but at the same time, the relations between everyone who works there is at a great high and we all (generally) get on well with each other. To trade that for a job where I'll get paid more, and get more hours so that I can actually live on my paycheck without having to spend time trying to figure out which bill I can pay this week and which one I will have to put on my credit card just so that I can get by (and will I have enough money to get food and pay for the bus to get into work that week or will I have to put that on my credit card as well), but might end up with people that I don't get on with. Who I feel even more of an outsider with because when I'm in a bad mood, or not in a mood to be around other people, I generally place myself in the shop the furthest away I can from people. And so I don't get to really talk with the other employees, and it makes me feel left out, even though I -know- that being around them would just bring them down and make them not want to be around me anyway.
So maybe I'm not doing as well as I thought. Just writing all of this down seems to prove that, doesn't it? Or it could just end up being exactly what I need, a way to let out everything that is boiling inside and make me happier. I don't know. I haven't used this journal in over five years, so it's not as if anyone will ever see this.
And I probably should go to bed since it's nearly three in the morning and I have work in seven hours. It's a Sunday, so not -that- much of a strain only I have a lot to do tomorrow. I may be working five days in a row, but there's a lot that needs to be done before I get those three days off at the end of it.
CatKin
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Boing! Boing!
Will not survive today without pokes. So, this stands a my invitation for anyone out there to virtually or actually poke me. Thank you.
And if anyone knows of any writing challenges out there, can they inform me of them. Need to be doing something constructive. Completely missed one and now am itching to do something that forces out my hours of writing.
Kat
And if anyone knows of any writing challenges out there, can they inform me of them. Need to be doing something constructive. Completely missed one and now am itching to do something that forces out my hours of writing.
Kat
A Little Bump
I've lost my job. As has undoubtedly already been seen on the news, Hughes and Hughes collapsed and all of us have lost our jobs. I've hated my job in many occasions, but I still never wanted to actually be laid off.
Kya
Kya
Late Night Made For Television Movies Are Becoming My Secret Weakness...
Even though I in general, hate them.
It is now official. I should not be allowed to watch television at such late points because I keep watching the most absolute shite on it. The current one is something called Polar Storm, on Movies24. They've decided to basterdise the entire polar shift that happens every thousand of years and declare that the entire world is going to go up in smoke. Considering that it happened very recently, and nothing happened (go me paying attention to QI with Stephen Fry), I hate how they turn such events into global catastrophes.
Though it still doesn't rate as bad as Banshee. It's best to not let me get into a rant in how they turned a mythical creature that announced the demise of people in Celtic myth but had nothing to do with the actual person dying, into a killing machine that could Glamour itself. Sometimes I wonder if any of them actually do any research (or is that me putting too much 'serious thought' into the process in which the movie is thought up of) into it.
This entry is more to make a note of what movies I am letting myself see. I have quite a low opinion of myself at the moment becuse of all of this.
Update:
A submarine being projected upwards from the steam of an underwater volcano in order to escape a blast of two 50 megaton bombs without completely falling apart from the sudden rise? Uh-huh. Right : I am taking this movie way too seriously, I know :
It is now official. I should not be allowed to watch television at such late points because I keep watching the most absolute shite on it. The current one is something called Polar Storm, on Movies24. They've decided to basterdise the entire polar shift that happens every thousand of years and declare that the entire world is going to go up in smoke. Considering that it happened very recently, and nothing happened (go me paying attention to QI with Stephen Fry), I hate how they turn such events into global catastrophes.
Though it still doesn't rate as bad as Banshee. It's best to not let me get into a rant in how they turned a mythical creature that announced the demise of people in Celtic myth but had nothing to do with the actual person dying, into a killing machine that could Glamour itself. Sometimes I wonder if any of them actually do any research (or is that me putting too much 'serious thought' into the process in which the movie is thought up of) into it.
This entry is more to make a note of what movies I am letting myself see. I have quite a low opinion of myself at the moment becuse of all of this.
Update:
A submarine being projected upwards from the steam of an underwater volcano in order to escape a blast of two 50 megaton bombs without completely falling apart from the sudden rise? Uh-huh. Right : I am taking this movie way too seriously, I know :
*Waves Hands* I'm Still Alive Anyway
I guess it would be best to say that I've been 'absent' for the past couple of months, so this is more just to keep this journal going as God knows when I'll be coming back to it now. I've been leaning more towards keeping my problems to a select few, ones who I'm not sure that I should be confiding in as I've never gotten along with my family and now... Well, let's just say that my life is up the proverbial river and I'm...surviving I guess.
With my second cold roaring in last week, ruining my exercise regime (Yes, you may start laughing now if you so wish. I'm actually doing exercise, but it has meant that I've lost some weight around my middle) I'm trying to claw my weight down to somewhere close to when I was thirteen. I'm not up to full strength yet, I can barely handle my hour walk, but hopefully within the next week I'll be back to my forty-minute shifts on EA Active, and Get In Shape. I need to lose a bit more as I'm finally out of the 'obese' category. Just took two years to get down there.
There's several things that need to be discussed, one being directed to my manager who is leaving me with 22 hours a week which...just isn't enough. I can't live on that, so I have to go to him and ask him how did two other Part-Timers become Full-Timers with me being left with only 22 hours. He bloody well said that there were no more hours up for grabs....Agh!
I'm a bit tense.
And that's caused more problems, but...I need to discuss that with the relevent people, not just to the general world on Live Journal.
Anyway, if there are anywhere out there who I haven't been in touch with for some time now, I apologise. I'm here and just...here I guess.
Hope everyone else is well,
Kat
With my second cold roaring in last week, ruining my exercise regime (Yes, you may start laughing now if you so wish. I'm actually doing exercise, but it has meant that I've lost some weight around my middle) I'm trying to claw my weight down to somewhere close to when I was thirteen. I'm not up to full strength yet, I can barely handle my hour walk, but hopefully within the next week I'll be back to my forty-minute shifts on EA Active, and Get In Shape. I need to lose a bit more as I'm finally out of the 'obese' category. Just took two years to get down there.
There's several things that need to be discussed, one being directed to my manager who is leaving me with 22 hours a week which...just isn't enough. I can't live on that, so I have to go to him and ask him how did two other Part-Timers become Full-Timers with me being left with only 22 hours. He bloody well said that there were no more hours up for grabs....Agh!
I'm a bit tense.
And that's caused more problems, but...I need to discuss that with the relevent people, not just to the general world on Live Journal.
Anyway, if there are anywhere out there who I haven't been in touch with for some time now, I apologise. I'm here and just...here I guess.
Hope everyone else is well,
Kat
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aggravated
If I Start Crying, Just Ignore Me
This is just a small note, mostly because if it was any further I would probably bore everyone with the details of exactly why I hate my life. Let's just say that work has gone from worse, to downright 'I'm going to curl in a ball right now and cry'. There's a bit of bullying going on at the moment there, and I have somehow found myself in the middle of it, even though I have tried to stay away from the ones doing it. But I'm getting targeted anyway. It's enough that I'm seriously thinking of quitting, only there is so few jobs out there that I would probably end up on the dole for the next year. And I couldn't handle that.
So I'm just trying to get through the days, and making mental notes of exactly when the two of them, as it seems to be those primary two though there are others joining in now, go for me. I'm not even sure if it would count as bullying, other than the fact that anything I say I get belittled for, and yesterday she went for me simply because I wrote up a review over a book I hadn't even read. But what else was I supposed to do when we were trying to get rid of the book, it's in four other places and it was agreed between myself, the manager and another colleague that we could try placing it as a recommended read as well? So I looked it up on Amazon, got the general idea and then wrote a review. She blew up apparently because it was a fake review and she had read it, so she thought that she had the right to do it. I tried to explain to her that my reivew could stay up there until she had written up her own, it would mean that we could put the books there now, instead of in a couple of days. But that wasn't good enough for her, who made my review card disappear and started writing up her own on a piece of paper.
I just gave up in the end and let her do what she wanted. All I was trying to do was help.
Anyway, I can breathe a bit now as I'm on holiday for the next week. My hell couple of weeks are over and hopefully by the end of this holiday I will want to go back.
Not sure at the moment that I would want to.
Kat
So I'm just trying to get through the days, and making mental notes of exactly when the two of them, as it seems to be those primary two though there are others joining in now, go for me. I'm not even sure if it would count as bullying, other than the fact that anything I say I get belittled for, and yesterday she went for me simply because I wrote up a review over a book I hadn't even read. But what else was I supposed to do when we were trying to get rid of the book, it's in four other places and it was agreed between myself, the manager and another colleague that we could try placing it as a recommended read as well? So I looked it up on Amazon, got the general idea and then wrote a review. She blew up apparently because it was a fake review and she had read it, so she thought that she had the right to do it. I tried to explain to her that my reivew could stay up there until she had written up her own, it would mean that we could put the books there now, instead of in a couple of days. But that wasn't good enough for her, who made my review card disappear and started writing up her own on a piece of paper.
I just gave up in the end and let her do what she wanted. All I was trying to do was help.
Anyway, I can breathe a bit now as I'm on holiday for the next week. My hell couple of weeks are over and hopefully by the end of this holiday I will want to go back.
Not sure at the moment that I would want to.
Kat
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depressed
Big Sigh of Relief
Right, finished my six day week, so am going to spend the next two days relaxing. Thank you for these special days off.
Kat
Kat
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stressed
