Winning the Pomme d'Or

Yes, kiddies, you read that correctly. I meant to write Pomme d'Or. "Golden Apple" for those of you who despise the French. Tarantino might want my head right now, but today began with an astounding blog-worthy omen.



No one is here, it's a holiday weekend. I am almost jumping to get the hell out of here, but I went dutifully to apply some mascara (lest I scare small children) and grab some coffee. What should I see but a spray-painted apple sitting on a counter near the ladies room? A GOLDEN APPLE.



My love of mythology still abounds, so I thought it over: take it with me? Or does someone else claim this? Was this a test like that $50 Starbucks card I found back in November? I ask in the hall, and I asked a little girl if it was hers. It looked like someone left it behind. It's solid and gorgeous. The tale of the golden apple, as found on About.com, is as follows...



"It all began at the wedding of the Goddess Thetis and King Peleus of Greece. Eris had not been invited, and decided to do a little mischief as payback. She tossed an apple of gold in among the guests (Gods and mortals alike).



This apple was engraved with the word Kallisti, meaning "for the fairest". Needless to say, all the Goddesses present at the wedding felt that the apple belong to them. After much bickering, the choices were narrowed down to Aphrodite, Hera and Athena. Being a wise man, Zeus wanted no part of this contest and send the three Goddesses to find Paris of Troy. He would be the one to decide who gets the apple. Well, all three Goddesses did their best to sway Paris, but in the end he chose Aphrodite. As his reward, Paris was given Helen (the most beautiful mortal woman) as his wife.

Unfortunately, she was already married to King Menelaus. Well, Paris took Helen back to Troy anyway and King Menelaus attacked the city in retribution. And thusly, the Trojan War was born.



Discordianism may seem like a mess of made-up madness, but those who follow this path say that there is a deeper meaning within the chaos. I think the moral of this particular tale, is that even a very small action can lead to huge results.



While I certainly do not believe that I am the fairest of them all (though I can be Maleficent), is this a portent of some kind? Calamity or Prosperity? The former adores me, but not the latter.



Can't wait to see what this means.