Usually I do- my Mom's culture is just a little interesting tidbit. Besides, this comes up a lot. You have no idea the size of the Brazilian population in Iowa.

Gelato as I know it is...hm, what is it, exactly? It's not exactly ice cream, more of a...yeah, I have no idea how to describe it. It's like a creamless ice cream, or something. It's pretty good.

Huh. I knew the confetti/coriandoli bit (it came up on the Board a bit ago), but I didn't know the bit about peperoni. Then again, I'm vegetarian...

I'm actually slowly starting to learn Italian. In the rare moments that I'm actually doing that, would you be amenable to potentially answering questions?

...okay, I've had Italian chocolate, and I will concede that it's pretty good. I don't remember the taste well enough to be sure if I think it's on par with Swiss chocolate or not, though. (Odds are I like them both equally.) (What's the Italian word for chocolate?) (Argh, I'm so lazy. I have an Italian dictionary on the shelf just above me. This is ridiculous.)

To your last point: Well, quite possibly...but Israel's still top-notch in technology (not based on a survey, just general knowledge). Also, I have three countries to use in arguments. Hurrah!

~DF

Disclaimer: No offense is meant to anyone of Italian persuasion or otherwise. And now I want pasta again. This I will blame on Italians.

...wait...don't tell me the word 'spaghetti' actually means short, round noodles...my life may never be the same!

That sounds like a pretty great post. I'm guessing you finished basic training quite a while ago?

...I've become so Israeli this year. Next thing you know, I'll be sharing stories of my own non-existent army service and wearing that same hair-clip thing that most of the army girls wear...oh, wait, I already do the latter one. Hm.

Glad to hear it. Actually, except for the actual being in the army bit, I've been in a similar position this year--I've been out in the middle of nowhere, pretty much, which was rather a relief when the rockets were falling. What wasn't such a relief was having my twelve-year-old cousin sending out a short group email update about how they don't have a shelter near their house and that the rockets--which reached her city--were frightening. I think I went from, 'For heaven's sake, don't tell your grandparents that' to 'please don't tell me that, either'. And most of my friends were scattered around the country that weekend, too. It...was a tense time. Fortunately, none of them were hurt.

Heh. That got long. Anyway, after the 20th it is! D'you know any other Israeli Boarders we can round up?

(Organizing a Canadian Gathering is going to be so much harder, isn't it. At least in Israel most things are only a few hours away by bus. For one of the Canadians who's responded, we're talking 5 hours by plane.)

~DF

...of simply writing up a few mini-Big Goods of that kind where the status quo - that peace reigns and everone's happy - never permanently changes?

I mean, mini-God (aka mini-Morgan Freeman) might be overkill, but...

I don't know. It's one of those ideas you get just after waking up. Better post it now while it still seems intelligent.

If he meets a mini-Betty Crocker or a mini of either member of the Insane Clown Posse, he will likely attempt to reconstruct the horrific society of his ideal post-apocalyptic Earth.

We will not have a mini-instigated Hilarocaust. It is unacceptable.

I will take the magical gun that you granted the effort in your earlier post. A weapon formed by the mini-High Chaplain's creator should be able to bring him down.

Now we only have to find him.

That's me being an insomniac, or possibly just chilling around at 11am here when it's pretty late over there.

I started writing in British English in Freshman year. No teachers bothered correcting me back into American English, so I just kept on writing like that.

I think it came partly because I wrote most of my Hetalia fanfics from Arthur's perspective and I didn't want Americanisms popping up willy-nilly in his speech. I did a year or two RPing as him, too, which cemented the habit, and then when I started writing for fandoms like Sherlock and Doctor Who, it wasn't that far of a stretch to continue that way.

Still, since most of my fandoms are either created by Brits or set in Britain, it's more of just a "adapting to the tone" sorta thing that got stuck. Also, I get to sound like a posh git, so there's that, too.

Because near the end of the last sentence, itappearsthatyoustoppedusingyourspacebar,forwhateverreason.

Indeed it is. As for my father, he was born in America as well, but eventually decided to give up his US citizenship and keep the Canadian (and Israeli, but I think that came later). Nothing too exciting.

(I lied. He's Irish, but moved around in his youth so that he lived in Poland, Russia, Antarctica, Cookietopia, Wales, Sweden, and Hungary. He has a lot of great photographs from that time.)

Fair enough. Well, they filled out the forms, and I've got citizenship. Quite nice. I just love wandering around Israel with my three passports (American to fly to New York, Israeli to fly to Israel, and Canadian to fly back to Canada). It's lovely.

I'm not sure you ever said where you were from. To that end, where're you from? And don't say 'heaven', that's just cliched :) ('heaven176' wouldn't be so cliched, but it sounds odd and I'd need you to explain why heaven needs a number).

~DF