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 'conceivably,' ha ha

This is assuming that genetics is what makes you the person you are. I’ve often thought about how staggeringly unlikely it was for the exact sperm and egg that created me to come together. But it’s somewhat less unlikely that a more generally similar situation would occur: that my parents would have a child (not necessarily from the same gametes as me, but around the same time and place) and raise that child the same way they raised me.

If personality comes from nurture, that less-unlikely child could still be said to be me; if personality comes from nature, then there’s only one egg-sperm combination that could have become the person I am. The reality is probably somewhere in between.

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 according to Wikipedia the population of Alderaan was 1.97 billion

I think it’s more an issue of association. People who dress up as Hitler for Halloween tend to be people who are racially insensitive, so dressing up as Hitler has come to be seen as a racially insensitive thing.

Maybe during World War II, when he was less universally hated, dressing up as him was seen differently, maybe even as a form of ridicule. I don’t know. I do know it used to be considered somewhat more acceptable to make jokes about Hitler. (In 1940, when the US wasn’t at war with Hitler yet, Charlie Chaplin made a whole movie making fun of him.)

In any event, I wouldn’t dress up as either Hitler or Columbus, because I don’t follow the older tradition of dressing up as horrible scary things; I follow the newer tradition of dressing up as things I like.

(…okay, I guess that doesn’t excuse this Dalek costume… maybe deep down I DO like genocidal maniacs. Yikes.)

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of course there are pigs in purgatory; all pigs go to purgatory

I lost my dollhouse in a different way. When we were moving, the new tenant of our apartment got impatient and took our stuff out of our storage unit before we were ready. Someone apparently found the dollhouse in the hallway, assumed it was free, and took it. We never found out who, but I hope some kid got to enjoy it.

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