poisoned comb

OK, but in the Brothers Grim version of the story, the queen tries to kill Snow White by tying her corset too tight (while she’s with the dwarves), then when that fails, she brushes her hair with a poisoned comb, which also fails, so she gets the poisoned apple. In Winter, when she and Scarlet are escaping, Winter hallucinates that she is being choked by her seatbelt in the hover, and after that, she dreams Levana is brushing her hair with a poisoned comb.

FAIRYTALE MEME: 9 Fairytales - [7/9] Snow White
  “The huntsman obeyed and led her away, but when he had drawn his hunting knife and was about to pierce Snow White’s innocent heart, she began to weep, and said, ‘Oh, dear huntsman, spare my life. I shall run into the wild forest and never come home again.’“

I am a big fan of the movie/mini series the tenth kingdom o_o Especially wolf. Wolf’s my favorite <3 But this isn’t about wolf. This is about snow white, whom gave the best speech in the movie  

And for those of you who doesn’t know, in the original snow white story, the step mother actually came three times in different old ladies forms. Once with a corset that would suffocate her, once with a poisoned comb, and lastly with the apple. (Both the comb and the apple are in the tenth kingdom, but I think they skipped the corset, except for a fast mention in snow white’s story.)

Now go watch the movie if you haven’t! It’s just 7 hours long!



First and foremost, Snow White is an idiot. When you’ve got an evil, murderous stepmother on the loose (more on her in a second), you’ve got to watch your back. Even your dwarf friends are telling you to trust no one. Yet, three times in a row, Snow White lets a strange old woman into the house and allows her to sell her something deadly. First it was a lace; Snow White almost died. Then, it was a poison comb; again, Snow White nearly died. Then, logic and safety be damned, it was a poison apple. Gotcha this time! In the immortal words of President Bush: “There’s an old saying in Tennessee — I know it’s in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can’t get fooled again.

Also: You’ve got a mirror that will tell you nothing but the truth, and you use it to see who’s the prettiest? Evil Stepmother was quite short sighted: she should have asked the mirror how she would die, so she could avoid the whole ‘dancing in red-hot metal shoes until you fall down and die’ thing. Just a thought.


Sometimes, fairy tale wishes come true for the wrong people. For instance, this youngest of three brothers wishes for dinner, and he ends up with a tablecloth what will instantly produce food at it’s master’s asking. The guy uses this cloth to trade for a magic knapsack that will call forth soldiers to do the owner’s bidding, then uses the soldiers to steal back the cloth. He does the same thing to gain a hat that will call down cannons on his enemies, and again with a horn that will destroy buildings. So, what should have been a wish granted to change a life for the better has turned into giving some overly-clever sibling the power to rule the entire world. The end. Happily ever after for at least that one guy.


Note to self: if you are a tricky manikin who wants to cause mischief, be careful of how you handle sensitive information. It’s all well and good that you’ve got yourself in a position to have the Queen’s child. It’s even better that you’ve got a unique name that you can use as a riddle to guarantee the child will be yours. However, if your riddle is that the Queen must guess your name correctly to keep her child, DO NOT GO AROUND SINGING YOUR NAME IN PUBLIC WHERE ANYONE CAN HEAR IT.


Sweetheart. Phfft. You can’t trust a man. He’ll help you get your stepsister murdered by her own mother. He’ll help you escape in the middle of the night. He will suggest that you steal your stepmother’s wand so she can’t get you while you’re on the run. Then, when the coast is clear, he’ll leave you to ask his father to arrange the marriage for the both of you, only to never come back and fall in love with some other girl with less baggage. You’re left alone in the woods, ending up being an invisible housekeeper for some guy, only to be invited to your sweetheart’s wedding to his new chick. Take my advice: just set up your stepsister’s murder by yourself and move on sister. Make a Beyonce mixtape. Be a single lady for a little. If he liked it, he should have put a ring on it before you fled together from your stepmother. You don’t need him.

I told them about my stepmother, and they became very paranoid about her; they told me never to go into town, never to open the door to strangers.

Her mirrors found me, eventually. She dressed as an old peddler and climbed over the Seven Hills to my house. Twice she came; once with a corset to crush my ribs, and then with a poisoned comb, to drug me. But the last time she came, she brought the most beautiful basket of apples that I ever saw.

And this time she stayed to watch me die, and to be sure, she held me in her arms as I died in front of her, choking on a piece of poisoned apple.

And I often think, ‘Why did I let her in? Didn’t I know she was bad?’

I did. Of course I did.

But I also knew that I couldn’t keep the door closed all my life, just because it was dangerous, just because there was a chance that I might get hurt.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

by Anne Sexton

No matter what life you lead
the virgin is a lovely number:
cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
arms and legs made of Limoges,
lips like Vin Du Rhône,
rolling her china-blue doll eyes
open and shut.
Open to say,
Good Day Mama,
and shut for the thrust
of the unicorn.
She is unsoiled.
She is as white as a bonefish.

Once there was a lovely virgin
called Snow White.
Say she was thirteen.
Her stepmother,
a beauty in her own right,
though eaten, of course, by age,
would hear of no beauty surpassing her own.
Beauty is a simple passion,
but, oh my friends, in the end
you will dance the fire dance in iron shoes.
The stepmother had a mirror to which she referred–
something like the weather forecast–
a mirror that proclaimed
the one beauty of the land.
She would ask,
Looking glass upon the wall,
who is fairest of us all?
And the mirror would reply,
You are the fairest of us all.
Pride pumped in her like poison.

Suddenly one day the mirror replied,
Queen, you are full fair, ‘tis true,
but Snow White is fairer than you.
Until that moment Snow White
had been no more important
than a dust mouse under the bed.
But now the queen saw brown spots on her hand
and four whiskers over her lip
so she condemned Snow White
to be hacked to death.
Bring me her heart, she said to the hunter,
and I will salt it and eat it.
The hunter, however, let his prisoner go
and brought a boar’s heart back to the castle.
The queen chewed it up like a cube steak.
Now I am fairest, she said,
lapping her slim white fingers.

Snow White walked in the wildwood
for weeks and weeks.
At each turn there were twenty doorways
and at each stood a hungry wolf,
his tongue lolling out like a worm.
The birds called out lewdly,
talking like pink parrots,
and the snakes hung down in loops,
each a noose for her sweet white neck.
On the seventh week
she came to the seventh mountain
and there she found the dwarf house.
It was as droll as a honeymoon cottage
and completely equipped with
seven beds, seven chairs, seven forks
and seven chamber pots.
Snow White ate seven chicken livers
and lay down, at last, to sleep.

The dwarfs, those little hot dogs,
walked three times around Snow White,
the sleeping virgin. They were wise
and wattled like small czars.
Yes. It’s a good omen,
they said, and will bring us luck.
They stood on tiptoes to watch
Snow White wake up. She told them
about the mirror and the killer-queen
and they asked her to stay and keep house.
Beware of your stepmother,
they said.
Soon she will know you are here.
While we are away in the mines
during the day, you must not
open the door.

Looking glass upon the wall…
The mirror told
and so the queen dressed herself in rags
and went out like a peddler to trap Snow White.
She went across seven mountains.
She came to the dwarf house
and Snow White opened the door
and bought a bit of lacing.
The queen fastened it tightly
around her bodice,
as tight as an Ace bandage,
so tight that Snow White swooned.
She lay on the floor, a plucked daisy.
When the dwarfs came home they undid the lace
and she revived miraculously.
She was as full of life as soda pop.
Beware of your stepmother,
they said.
She will try once more.

Looking glass upon the wall…
Once more the mirror told
and once more the queen dressed in rags
and once more Snow White opened the door.
This time she bought a poison comb,
a curved eight-inch scorpion,
and put it in her hair and swooned again.
The dwarfs returned and took out the comb
and she revived miraculously.
She opened her eyes as wide as Orphan Annie.
Beware, beware, they said,
but the mirror told,
the queen came,
Snow White, the dumb bunny,
opened the door
and she bit into a poison apple
and fell down for the final time.
When the dwarfs returned
they undid her bodice,
they looked for a comb,
but it did no good.
Though they washed her with wine
and rubbed her with butter
it was to no avail.
She lay as still as a gold piece.

The seven dwarfs could not bring themselves
to bury her in the black ground
so they made a glass coffin
and set it upon the seventh mountain
so that all who passed by
could peek in upon her beauty.
A prince came one June day
and would not budge.
He stayed so long his hair turned green
and still he would not leave.
The dwarfs took pity upon him
and gave him the glass Snow White–
its doll’s eyes shut forever–
to keep in his far-off castle.
As the prince’s men carried the coffin
they stumbled and dropped it
and the chunk of apple flew out
of her throat and she woke up miraculously.

And thus Snow White became the prince’s bride.
The wicked queen was invited to the wedding feast
and when she arrived there were
red-hot iron shoes,
in the manner of red-hot roller skates,
clamped upon her feet.
First your toes will smoke
and then your heels will turn black
and you will fry upward like a frog,
she was told.
And so she danced until she was dead,
a subterranean figure,
her tongue flicking in and out
like a gas jet.
Meanwhile Snow White held court,
rolling her china-blue doll eyes open and shut
and sometimes referring to her mirror
as women do.

The original Snow White is the one who was nearly choked with a corset and poisoned with a comb and an apple (Apple’s grandmother). The Grimm Brothers later decided that being tortured in three different ways is too cruel so they cut it down to only being poisoned by the apple. Snow White (Apple’s mother) was so relieved by this that she named her daughter Apple as a way to celebrate.

Originality, Complex : An Indie Soapbox

Don’t worry, it’s all been done before.

Your story has already been told
It’s probably translated into three languages
And is part of an original piece in Croatian which you’ll never read
That code has been written before
Your programming problems have been solved in a basement in San Jose
And the chords in your verse sound just like Nirvana, and that one song THEY got it from first.
The book that you’re writing is a lot like a famous French novella, but with added dragons.

Your cutscene was in Reservoir Dogs
Your gameplay is a mix of Pac-Man and Deus Ex
The story you’re telling about your childhood was lived by hundreds of other kids in your country who also believed their toys came alive at midnight.
Your slides are awkwardly similar to the guy who gave a talk before yours
Your color scheme is the same one from Nokia’s website, they probably patented it.
Your game title sounds like Warcraft fanfic
And the character names sound a lot like Discworld.
There was a mod like the game you’re making, and that was in like 2005.
Yeah, people have spoken up about that topic, it’s called the Human Rights Movement, and they did that shit for charity.
I’m not the first to have tattoos at GDC
Or to say the word “bullshit” on this stage
This talk has been done before.
….But it isn’t redundant.

Old news is still news, to someone, and you never know when they need to hear it. That’s why art, literature, speeches and expressions can be timeless. Either they capture a moment, or they go on speaking to the human condition.
About originality, about fear or self-worth.

There’s a human element to creating, teaching, and learning too. There’s a personal element to how we absorb the information that we get.
Any moment could be someone’s first impression on a genre, a style, message or experience.

Repeat the good lessons and the good stories we’ve learned, because somebody hasn’t heard them yet. And they certainly haven’t heard them from you.

Once upon a time, there was a wicked queen who wanted to be the fairest in the land, and when a magic mirror said her step-daughter was more beautiful, she ordered the girl killed. The huntsman let the girl escape, bringing a deer’s heart to the queen, while the girl hid in the home of seven dwarves in the forest. The queen tried to trap the girl with a suffocating bodice, a poisoned comb, and at last a poisoned apple, which worked. The dwarves put the girl into a glass coffin, which was seen by a journeying prince. The piece of apple is dislodged from the girl’s throat, and she awakens to be married to the prince and live happily ever after by making the wicked queen put on burning metal shoes and dance herself to death.
We know that story, that’s the Grimm fairy tale version of Snow White.

Once upon a time, the same story I just told but with more magic and less poison, aaaaand there you have Snow White, the version done by Disney.

Once upon a time, a girl is thrown out of her sorority for being too hot, and stumbles into a weekly meetup of dwarfish students whom she begins to work for…
Well, that’s probably a Snow White porno.

Once upon a time, a young queen is frightened of her new husband’s daughter, whom she has caught sucking blood. She orders the girl killed, but the heart beats on in the queen’s hand. While trying and failing to assassinate this vampiric creature once and for all, the girl returns with an enthralled prince, and they sentence the queen to burn alive.
That’s Snow White, but… done by Neil Gaiman.

When we hear a message repeatedly, sometimes we need to hear it… differently. To remind us it isn’t just words, stale ideas and emptiness. Our own interpretations might inspire someone more than the original ever could. I’m not the first person to encourage people to write, but I said it to people who may not have heard it before, or certainly not enough.
If we all interpret the world differently, then the way we express even a simple concept can be highly original. So maybe we shouldn’t worry about that so much.

It’s not about being the first to do something. It’s about someone else’s first experience with it.
The first time it reaches and teaches someone, and they might need it more than ever, right now. And you might be the only way that they can get it.

Ideas are an evolution, a subtle change to things we know and concepts we adhere to.

There’s a difference between a style and a bandwagon, a message and a cliche, inspiration and a clone. The difference, I think, is love.
Just because something has been said before doesn’t mean you have nothing to say.

It’s all been done before.
it bears repeating.





Performed this at Game Developer’s Conference 2014, to a room full of passionate indie game creators. It was incredible.

Developments - August 8, 2015

More good news for The Sisters Grimmoire!

I just finished the very last spell for the main portion of the book this evening, leaving us with 71 (good heavens that’s a lot), count ‘em, SEVENTY-ONE original spells and charms for our first volume.

Did I say “first volume”?

Why yes. Yes I did. Because we’re already planning the sequel, you see. So many other fairy tales, so little time…

But first things first. We’ve got to get this baby compiled, formatted, and published, and we’re still hoping to be able to do it by Labor Day. It’s going to take a bit of ass-hauling to accomplish, but the bulk of the work is done now. From here, it’s just editing.

So…further updates as events warrant!

Here’s a little something to tide you over:

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