Paul Ford is amusing me / reminding me of jeffwik / reminding me of Ferdinand Klotz, which all three amount to the same thing:
If we have a child and the rats do not eat it first I will teach her (or him) to fear Sting.Thanks for all the thoughts on World of Warcraft, by the way. I'm still wrestling with the article (It's hard to summarize 5,000+ years of human play in 1,500 words, go figger!), but you've been a big help. Though I still kind of need a current events hook, and I had NO INTENTION of emboldening you nerds to post gibberish conversations like this.
"Be good," I will say, "or Sting will come with his lute."
"Where does Sting live?" the kid will ask.
"He dances alone in fields of gold. When he sings you fall asleep and die. But if you listen to good music he can never come close. For he is so afraid."
"Does he eat you?"
"No, because he is vegetarian. In Greece he is called Borefeus."
"I hate Sting!"