There's definitely a lot of German there. I forget the names of the family before they called themselves Windsor.
Saxe-Coburg-Goethe? t / high school history class half-remembered stuff
Wesley: And how does your kind define love? Demon: Same as all bodies. Same as everywheres. Love is sacrifice.
'The Girl in Question'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hil R. - Nov 09, 2010 2:01:33 pm PST #4501 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Nov 09, 2010 2:02:04 pm PST #4502 of 30001
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
That sounds right.
ChiKat - Nov 09, 2010 2:05:42 pm PST #4503 of 30001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Yeah, but as an English teacher you don't get to award yourself a new title for telling people how many times they said "um".
Dude, I teach public speaking and don't even get that. I are doin' it wrong.
Well, except for clapping of course. I applaud speakers anywhere else, I'm not going to be less courteous tosomeone who's trying to learn.
Yep. I require it in my class. We clap. We're clappers.
Strix - Nov 09, 2010 2:10:44 pm PST #4504 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Saxe-Coburg-Goethe was Prince Albert's title, so Victoria was the last of the House of Hanover, Edward was the only S-C-G, and then we get the Windsors, with George changing the name to Windsor in WWI.
Damn, I miss the Tudors and Plantagenets.
ChiKat, they were all self-imposed titles, except for Lady Miss G.
DavidS - Nov 09, 2010 2:12:36 pm PST #4505 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Peter O'Toole is so classic that hardly anyone comments on the double phallus-y.
Consider the soon-to-be Hall of Fame pitcher Randy Johnson, whose nickname was The Big Unit.
None more phallicsome!
Spidra Webster - Nov 09, 2010 2:18:34 pm PST #4506 of 30001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
((Seska))
Connie Neil - Nov 09, 2010 2:19:45 pm PST #4507 of 30001
brillig
If I were a current British politician and the Queen wished to drop a word in my ear re: a situation, I'd be inclined to at least listen to a woman who has been a close observer of the political world for 60 years.
billytea - Nov 09, 2010 2:23:40 pm PST #4508 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
There's definitely a lot of German there. I forget the names of the family before they called themselves Windsor.
The family name was Hanover; however, Queen Victoria married Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, and their children (including the next king, Edward VII) were of that House. George V took the name Windsor when Britain wound up fighting Germany in WWI.
X-post, of course.
Sophia Brooks - Nov 09, 2010 2:23:47 pm PST #4509 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
My favorite part of doing geneology was finding out I am desecnded from Henry II (played by Peter O'Toole) and Eleanor of Aquitaine. It is through John, which is slightly dissappointing, but I was very sure I was from hearty peasant stock!
My other favorite part is all these people in the late 1800's/early 1900's who were living with their boyfriends and such.
Strix - Nov 09, 2010 2:32:10 pm PST #4510 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I am related to...horse thieves and whackaloon preacher-cussing-out French Huguenots (ah, Jacob Salle, you are my favorite ancestor), among other sturdy peasanty types.
I am fine with this, but I think my dad (who is the geneology freak in the family) is secretly a little sad.