LAST EDITED ON Mar-21-14 AT 12:07 PM (EDT)
>My first name is Bjorn. My mother's first name is Jette. (She's
>Danish; I'm excruciatingly American, though I have inherited the
>Danish people's love to party.) And that is called paying the Dane-geld,
But we've proved it again and again,
That if once you have paid him the Dane-geld
You never get rid of the Dane.
(Rudyard Kipling. That poem also features one of my favorite opening lines in poetry, "It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation... ")
Also I have to say, if my name was Bjorn, I would be hard, hard pressed not to spell it Bjørn, even if it wasn't really spelled Bjørn. Or Björn, at a pinch, but Bjørn is even awesomer. Ø might be the only letter in the world that can top an umlaut.
>However, from an early age,
>I had endless playground struggles with various bullies, the worst of
>whom were Star Trek literates who would wrinkle their noses at me and
>call me Bajoran.
On the other hand, as Bob came close to suggesting, "Bajoran Borg" would be an awesomely punly let's-see-who-can-parse-this Halloween costume. Wrinkly nose prosthesis, pasty-face makeup, some random cyborg things, flowing blond hair, really tight shorts.
Also, I'm having a hard time getting myself to accept that there are grown-up people who can have had schoolyard difficulties based on Deep Space Nine. Surely it's not that old. Surely I'm not that old. Surely not.
--G.
... except I am. shit.
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