November 15, 2005

The sick rise up and write
Farlas

I suppose I'm not much of an elf, or I wouldn't be sick! *cough* Anyhow...

I would like to learn if there were different universes. YES! Middle-earth exists! *longing sigh*

Yes! We shall make all right! MWAHAHA! *cough* as soon as I get over this.

Orson did the radio drama that everybody thougth was real. I think... my mind is so confused at the moment.

Like I trust Hollywood? HA! They can't get anything right. I've known this since I was a child.

Ah, then you never heard of the famed "Sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald?" *laughs evilly!* Then you shall now hear it in brief.

On November 9, 1975 the Edmund Fitzgerald left port in Superior Wisconsin carrying cargo of iron ore bound for Detroit. On the evening of November the 10th it encountered heavy weather. As the weather grew worse the "Fitz" took on water as the hatches began to break. A horrifically strong gail tossed about the Edmund Fitzgerald and then it sank into the icy depths of the cruel Lake Superior. The Edmund Fitzgerald, the biggest ship in the Great Lakes sunk to its bottom. All of the 29 men of her crew died, and to this day they lie in Lake Superior's icy depths.

The entire tale of this ship has been immortalized in a song written by Gordon Lightfoot. Tis called "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald".

"...The lake it is said never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy..."

You know why they don't take cats, it is because they do not cooperate and always get away. Nah, they wouldn't be much of a loss. (though I would miss my orange kitty named Muffin!)

I do like the more traditional.

Ack! It sounds nutty over there! Then again, I think it crazy everywhere.

Anyway, I must go. *cough* I need a nap.

Namarië!
-Farlas Ava