Thoughts on Voldy...

We know that he hates non-purebloods - or, at least, that he hates "mudbloods", to use his term. He certainly allows half-bloods into his organization, but this may be due to a dearth of actual purebloods (query: some sort of genetic illness caused by inbreeding forcing the population to drop? an anathema to large families causing the population to stupidly drop?)

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I'm sure I'm overthinking this, of course, but I would appreciate some ideas here.

Ew, ew, ew.

I honestly have no idea how Xiggy finds this stuff.

This one is going to be recorded for posterity. I can just see the potential in this site to really creep me out....

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Of course, her parents aren't, as near as I can tell, raising her that way because that's not what they believe. I'm still surprised when I realize that some people today believe that way. It squicks me out. Not that much more than the other articles here I'm seeing. Note to self: If I ever have kids, this isn't how I'm raising them. (Odds of having kids is slim, due to feelings about responsibility, other people in general, and adoption, but very little is impossible. Personally, unless Jenn or Lizziey suddenly died, though, I'd rather just be an aunt. More fun, and I get to give them back when I'm bored.)

The Cat is on the Roof...

I miss my dad.

He's been dead more than half my life now, and I still miss him every day.

When my father died, my mother was the one who had to tell us that. And later, she said that what she wanted to say was "Daddy's on the roof". It's a family joke of sorts.

A man had a cat, whom he adored, and a bit of a dim brother. One day, the man went on a vacation, and left his cat in his brother's care. As soon as he got where he was going, he called his brother and asked how the cat was.

"Sorry, your cat is dead"

Well, this surprised him, and, in a bit of a snit, he hung up and didn't call back for another three or four days. When he called back, he explained that he'd just been startled, and upset, and that his brother should've broken the news to him more gently, like so:

"You see, when I first called, you could've told me 'the cat is on the roof.' Then I would've been a little concerned, but not very worried, and certain to call back the next day. Then you could've told me 'the cat fell off the roof, but he's at the vet, and the vet is taking care of him.' I would've been worried, but it wouldn't've been a big blow. Then on the third day, you could say 'I'm sorry, the vet did all he could,' and I would be upset, but I wouldn't be surprised at all, and so I wouldn't've hung up on you like that. But it's all over now. So, um... how's mom?"

*silence*

"Mom is on the roof."

Stupid joke, I know, I know, but... it would've made sense.