Erm, not exactly. Yes, I've indoctrinated myself into those aspects of my culture, but remember that I live in the Twin Cities. I hate hotdish, and in fact any casserole. Cream of anything soup is revolting to me. Never touched a drop of lutefisk in my life, but I know enough lutefisk jokes to nauseate anyone. Ole and Lena...oh goodness yes. As for the Kenzington Runestone, I knew about that secondhand, but not the exact circumstances. And we don't add "eh" to the end of our sentences. Although Howard Mohr's bestselling tape/CD/book/musical How to Talk Minnesotan takes a few liberties, it is accurate in a few places.
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mudshark: Nate's just being...Nate.
Zeke: It comes nateurally to him.
mudshark: I don't expect Nate to make sense, really -- it's just a bad idea.
Sa'ar Chasm on the 5M.net forum: Sit back, relax, and revel in the insanity.
Adam Savage: I reject your reality and substitute my own!
Hanlon's Razor: Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.
Crow T. Robot: Oh, stop pretending there's a plot. Don't cheapen yourself further.
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