Velour picks up lint like whoa.

I have trouble taking velour seriously. Someone will say to me something like, "Why don't you try on that blue velour top?" and I think, "I'd look like a science officer." I won't even start about how nervous wearing a red velour top would make me.

and swear an oath and such

What kind of oath?

"Hey Canada, baby, I swear I wouldn't do nuthin' to hurt you. And if you ever need some help, like if you get invaded, I'll be there for you. I swear."

I should clarify that having a Canadian mother still meant you were eligible for citizenship. But we had to file some sort of papers demonstrating active ties to the country, etc., for my brother and I, and swear an oath and such, whereas for my sister, born in the 80s, it was automatic.

I think (if I recall from the paperwork I went over) that if you were the bastard child of a Canadian mother, you were hoopless. It was all very strange.

What counted as active ties? Not that I have any plans to put in a Request for Clarification of Canadian Citizenship* anytime soon, but it does lurk in the back of my mind.

*I think that's what they called it last time I looked into it. But as it requires me to send in my Canadian certificate of foreign birth and do a whole bunch of paperwork, there's no value added for me unless I'm planning on actually moving there.

Velour is just stretch velvet. Subject to abuse like any other fabric, it also makes up two or three of my favourite dresses.

I think (if I recall from the paperwork I went over) that if you were the bastard child of a Canadian mother, you were hoopless. It was all very strange.

Bastages! Or, apparently, not.

If you join the French Foreign Legion, they give you a new identity--which you can keep and become a French citizen, no questions asked at the end of your service.

Seems like an awful lot of work.

Lindsay Lohan takes on Michelle Tractenberg, whom, I may add, is only identified in headlines as "Buffy's sister."

Don't you also run into the complexities of dual citizenship with folks born overseas but of American parents (or vice-versa?) I've never quite understood that.

Isn't the deal that if you go into the American armed services you have to renounce your citizenship of your birth country (if it was a country that conferred citizenship on people born there thus making you a dual citizen)? I seem to remember something about that from talking to my friend who was born in Mexico to US citizens. She did not give up her Mexican citizenship and actually moved down there after college and rowed crew for the Mexican national team (in the Olympics! Twice!).

Tea with milk is just differently healthy.

But still? Really, really gross. *defiantly throws in wedge as door is closed*

I think (if I recall from the paperwork I went over) that if you were the bastard child of a Canadian mother, you were hoopless. It was all very strange.

I did have to produce my parents' marriage license, so there may be some truth to that.

(Which was possibly the highlight of the whole process, since it led to the discovery that in Canada in the 1960s, my father was considered a divorcé, while my 26 year old mother was a spinster.

My mother was not best pleased with her home and native land when all this came up.

At least one of his parents is American, though, right? I think Nutty was trying to clear up the soil thing.

Oh, I see -- I misunderstood the question.