Of course there's nothing to buy here
Am I the only American here?
I am (my own word, and I'm proud of it) a Euromutt. My ancestry derives from most of Western Europe. I am also the great-great-granddaughter of a Native American, a Cherokee, to be specific. This makes me boringly typical of residents of the Northern segment of the North American continent.
My adopted brother is far more interesting. He's a one-eighth Oglala Sioux who's also the twenty-seven-greats-grandson of Queen Gruoch of Scotland, AKA Lady Macbeth. Oddly (since this came to light long after his birth), his name is Scott! I discovered that Queen Gruoch's ancestry can be traced to sometime in the fourth century. His ancestry can be traced over sixteen hundred years! This makes him a truly unusual North American. I understand that that sort of thing is far more common in Europe than it is here.
Despite being descended from royalty, he is poor as a church mouse. I suspect that that is also more common in Europe than it is here.
I have a hyphenated name. It is not an affectation, it is evidence that I've never been quite sure who the hell I am at any given moment. It engenders conversation, annoyance, and misfiled medical records.
I am a product of the American "educational system". As a result, I spell like an American. I understand jackcheese's amusement with our spelling, but if I tried to change over for his sake, I'd make a fool of myself repeatedly, and when I do that, I kind of like to have done it deliberately. It gives me the illusion of control.
I am also over-fond of run-on sentences.
I refuse to abandon punctuation, it having been beaten into me from my youth by nearly a million viewings of well-punctuated sentences, since I grew up addicted to reading (I am quite old). The current obfuscation of communication due to typed "chatting" and "texting" leaves me feeling overwhelmed with fear that these people will become the doctors on whom my life will someday depend. They'll be unable to write clearly while charting my medical information, and my cause of death will be the lack of a comma.
I am a Democrat. I am a Liberal. I am pro-gay-rights. Arguments bore me, but that doesn't mean that I don't know how. The same goes for orgies.
My adopted brother is far more interesting. He's a one-eighth Oglala Sioux who's also the twenty-seven-greats-grandson of Queen Gruoch of Scotland, AKA Lady Macbeth. Oddly (since this came to light long after his birth), his name is Scott! I discovered that Queen Gruoch's ancestry can be traced to sometime in the fourth century. His ancestry can be traced over sixteen hundred years! This makes him a truly unusual North American. I understand that that sort of thing is far more common in Europe than it is here.
Despite being descended from royalty, he is poor as a church mouse. I suspect that that is also more common in Europe than it is here.
I have a hyphenated name. It is not an affectation, it is evidence that I've never been quite sure who the hell I am at any given moment. It engenders conversation, annoyance, and misfiled medical records.
I am a product of the American "educational system". As a result, I spell like an American. I understand jackcheese's amusement with our spelling, but if I tried to change over for his sake, I'd make a fool of myself repeatedly, and when I do that, I kind of like to have done it deliberately. It gives me the illusion of control.
I am also over-fond of run-on sentences.
I refuse to abandon punctuation, it having been beaten into me from my youth by nearly a million viewings of well-punctuated sentences, since I grew up addicted to reading (I am quite old). The current obfuscation of communication due to typed "chatting" and "texting" leaves me feeling overwhelmed with fear that these people will become the doctors on whom my life will someday depend. They'll be unable to write clearly while charting my medical information, and my cause of death will be the lack of a comma.
I am a Democrat. I am a Liberal. I am pro-gay-rights. Arguments bore me, but that doesn't mean that I don't know how. The same goes for orgies.
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Permalink Reply by Lauren on -
I am a Republican. I am a Conservative. I am anti-gay-rights. And arguments excite me.
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Permalink Reply by Leanna M Kysar-Mercer on -
That's not an argument, it's just contradiction.
(Seriously, dear, don't let your being anti-gay-rights out around here, since so many hereabouts are likely to have very positive feelings about Graham Chapman, and they might consider it bad manners. Best be quiet on that. Our host was a friend of his, you know.)
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Permalink Reply by Leanna M Kysar-Mercer on
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Yep. Dull as dishwater. If you divide your attention too many ways, you won't have enough left to concentrate on what you yourself should be feeling. It's a bit like giving a dinner party - you're so busy serving that you barely get to taste what's on your own plate.
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