@Jaya My great-grandmother's entire china set is all boxed up at my parents house for me because not only can I not fit it in my apartment, I don't think I could even transport it all to my apartment in one go unless I rented a van. :(
However, I do have a mini-set of china at the apartment. It's just odd numbers of matching plates (I think I have 7 dinner plates, 4 salad plates, and like 18 side/dessert plates), but it's nice to have some good dishes for special occasions. (My everyday dishes are those old corelle ones everybody's parents had, with the little mustard colored flowers on the edges.)
@commanderbanana And it should be a good Spanish charger, not one of those cruddy pre-1066 English horses. Those things couldn't even carry a man and his armor into battle at any decent speed.
@frigwiggin Our bedroom goes from moderately cluttered to Hoarders when anybody else comes to visit. I'm fine with having a toppling stack of library books on the floor next to the coffee table, and partially used t-shirts strewn across a rarely used chair, but that doesn't mean I want anybody else to see it.
@meetapossum Try the second version of the poem (close to the bottom) in this article: http://www.theatlantic.com/past/docs/issues/2002/04/rose.htm
I can never think of the actual poem without thinking of that article's version.
@iceberg Is "all the indigenous peoples were killed" really taken seriously in Australia? Are there people who actually believe that?
@iceberg Of course hyperbole, but pretty accurate hyperbole, especially when we compare American methods to Canadian methods during their western pushes.
America - Manifest Destiny, slaughter, trail of tears, American exceptionalism, lies, massacre, Buffalo Bill, railroad!
Canada - Numbered Treaties, political arguments about railroads, assimilation. (That's not to say that Canada hasn't greatly wronged her natives as well, but it was a lot less flashy.)
@iceberg When I was a kid my uncle brought me a koala pin with an opal belly from Australia. :p
@fondue with cheddar Yup. For a boy my mother liked "Joey." She felt that you should name your kid what you intend to call them, instead of naming them something else to get to that nickname. "Joey Smith, VP Finances" would have been horrible. Fortunately we were all girls.
I ended up with a fairly bland, unisex name. (I like the name on other people, but not on me. My only consolation is that they inadvertently named me after my father, by way of a nickname he had never used.) I was almost Jill, which I would have preferred, at least until a Korean friend informed me that in her language a word with very similar pronunciation meant "vagina."
"Misogynist" is one of those words I can never ever spell correctly, even with awareness of the root words and meanings.
I finally mastered "vacuum," though, and I am super proud of that.
@formergr I've made a lot of frittatas in my day, and I have never put yogurt in any of them. Any sort of milk or cream is fine. You can probably even omit the dairy all together.