Be a post whore!

[monster]

Originally Posted by Aliantha

yes. Parasite is the word that comes to mind.

umm. you spoken to a trick cyclist/couselor recently? mebbe y'awt. Is it another boy?

[Aliantha]

Don't know yet. I'll have a scan in another couple of weeks and might know then. I'm sort of hoping it's another boy, but I have a feeling it's not.

[Aliantha]

Even if it is, it'll probably be gay being the youngest of a bunch of male siblings and all.

[Undertoad]

"I'm pretty much convinced my son is going to be gay. Now I'm just praying he's a top."
-- Adam Carolla

[Sundae]

Diz made a stinky shit.
I made a cake.
They were both brown.

That is all.

[infinite monkey]

Late Saturday night I was playing a computer game, tv off, very little light. I hear a very loud and distinctive "meow." I check the game to see if there are any cats running around in it. No. So I went to the hallway and saw that the window was open and there was indeed a cat on my back porch, meowing very loudly.

My first thought when I heard it was "omg that sounds like Gaines." Then I got ahold of my brain and thought maybe it was Gaines' old fighting buddy (The Cat Fight Club) looking for a quick brawl.

I thought about opening the door to see the cat but my security light is out and I couldn't be totally sure that there weren't thugs out there making cat noises so I'd come out and they could kill me. You can't be too careful, living alone.

[Trilby]

Iñfini - it's a sign.

Now go get a kitty.

[infinite monkey]

I love that wiggly line over the 'n'

Maybe later this year, on the kitteh. I miss having them around but I don't miss having them around, if that makes sense. I will get another one and believe me it's been difficult not to (I can't go anywhere near the animal shelter site!) but I'm just not ready.

Some poor baby will need me though and I'll know when it's right!

[Trilby]

Pour vous:

[DanaC]

You're ready when you're ready, babe.

[glatt]

No idea where to put this, so I'll be a post whore.

I had always thought that Redwood trees were very special because they would only grow in a very narrow strip along the West Coast where the temperature and humidity are just right. And if you go a mile or two further inland, you won't see them growing.

Imagine my surprise when I was in England and saw an Avenue in Ascot lined with these majestic trees.

I suppose the weather in England is cool and wet like the West Coast. Perfect for planting redwoods. Based on my web sleuthing, these were planted in the 1860s or so. And named Wellingtonia Redwoods after the Duke of Wellington who introduced them from America. But they are known as Sequoias over here.

[Sundae]

And there you have me too, not knowing that Sequoias could possibly grow in England.
I do love the insight tourists bring to things I can otherwise see and not notice.

[DanaC]

Oh!!! Sequoias = Redwoods? Did not know that.

[glatt]

Sequoias are a type of redwood. There are also Coast Redwoods. And another kind that grows in China. My internet sleuthing found that Wellington introduced the Sequoia to England. They are all 150 years old or younger, so they are not quite as huge as the ones in California. But I expect they will be. The British don't chop down trees willy nilly like we do. I saw some oak trees in Windsor older than the US.

[Sundae]

Originally Posted by glatt

The British don't chop down trees willy nilly like we do. I saw some oak trees in Windsor older than the US.

Sigh. Sadly not true.
The old/ named/ significant ones get preservation orders slapped on them.
There is a fight in Aylesbury at present to save a row of Horse Chestnuts which will effectively be ignored by the Council. A guess, but the last attempt to save them was over-ruled.

Bill Bryson says it's because we have such a surfeit of history we've become blase about living monuments. Or indeed any monuments.

Aylesbury Town Centre is a perfect case in point. The wholescale descruction of the perfect delineation of a hilltown from the Saxon period was necessary for progress. Wiping out centuries of information, moving brutally forwards.

Ending up, then as now, with a homogeneous High Street/ Shopping Centre culture. Except now it is failing. Nearby market towns were small enough to maintain their culture. To keep the individuality that drew people. To be too small for McDonalds or Tesco but have shops that sold local duck eggs.