In Harry Potter lore, a Thestral is a winged beast of burden resembling a horse - if you haven't personally seen a death. Once you have, you see them as they really are. Still oddly magnificent, they become in your eyes a skeletal dark steed. You will now never see them as regular if winged horses ever again, and you have a hard time conveying to others what they now look like to you.
I think with this in mind, I may have figured out one of the dividers between Elfen Lied fans and at least some of the haters or at least the dismissers. In short, if you haven't been bullied, you cannot see that EL is not as far over the top as some claim. If you haven't experienced that kind of deep down, be-afraid, you-are-hunted, you-are-not-wanted-and-nev…Read more >
Growing up, the Gray Ghost was my hero. He still is, and he always will be. Farewell, Old Chum. The heavenly express is leaving, with atomic batteries to power, and turbines to speed.Read more >
Some years back, my recently-passed father, Bob Morris, told me something that startled me.
You see, back in school, I had a very hard time with the other kids. Maybe some of them would put a different spin on it, but I don't care much what that might be. Unsurprising for an Elfen Lied fan, I was bullied and harassed, whatever you want to call it. The fact remained, a lot of people went out of their way to make me endlessly miserable on a continual basis. After a time, the school staff wasn't much help, and the teasing often became attacks. Much like our girl Lucy, I frequently made them regret those attacks, but that only meant they mostly pulled back and ran away after starting in. They got very good at that.
To this day, I can't watch fic…Read more >
I'll say more at a time when I'm not exhausted. My father, Bob Morris, succumbed today to gastro-intestinal cancer. He gave me so much, and he will be missed.Read more >
She was annoying, only knew how to get underfoot, and was the second most chronic attention-seeker I have ever known. She wanted to jump on absolutely everyone, the exception being my great-nephew Jayden, who chased her around. She was also sweet, loving, and always brought a smile to my face--mostly. She never really got that she wasn't a puppy anymore. She was my Dad's second cocker spaniel, replacing a dog named Cookie.
My Dad and my Step-Mom moved to a new, much smaller place, not the bi-level with a large yard she was used to. She took badly to it, and all the signs of old age she had been showing became far worse, senility, lack of bladder control, and digestive problems.
My Dad has Stage IV Cancer in three areas, and while managed, hi…Read more >