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« Reply #165 on: 11:09:02, 05-10-2007 » |
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morning all, sorry about previous post, : back in english speaking/writing mode
slept really badly due to a starved mosquito, creatures for which I really have no patience; I don't mind spiders it's the blood thirsty flies I hate. Needless to say the fly was sent to fly-heaven sooner than it may have expected.
on 1st cup of tea, tax office has been visited, came off lightly, I am now supposed to call myself a 'small' businessman (?) -I'm sure things aren't easier in GB....
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« Reply #166 on: 11:16:28, 05-10-2007 » |
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that d**n goshawk just swooped down
But Mary... a goshawk, how wonderful ! I have never seen one but I did make a reasonable attempt at painting one a long time ago! Beautiful birds, hunters yes, but when their prey is for sustaining their own life and maybe their family's life it is surely excusable? A
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« Reply #167 on: 11:25:05, 05-10-2007 » |
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I am now supposed to call myself a 'small' businessman (?)
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« Reply #168 on: 11:31:53, 05-10-2007 » |
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that d**n goshawk just swooped down
But Mary... a goshawk, how wonderful ! I have never seen one but I did make a reasonable attempt at painting one a long time ago! Beautiful birds, hunters yes, but when their prey is for sustaining their own life and maybe their family's life it is surely excusable? A Milly's goshawk, not mine, A! I thought there was a theory that there isn't a shortage of small birds because of birds of prey - birds of prey are unllkely to hunt where there isn't plenty to eat.
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« Reply #169 on: 11:58:18, 05-10-2007 » |
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that d**n goshawk just swooped down
But Mary... a goshawk, how wonderful ! I have never seen one but I did make a reasonable attempt at painting one a long time ago! Beautiful birds, hunters yes, but when their prey is for sustaining their own life and maybe their family's life it is surely excusable? A Milly's goshawk, not mine, A! I thought there was a theory that there isn't a shortage of small birds because of birds of prey - birds of prey are unllkely to hunt where there isn't plenty to eat. Indeed - I thought that the reason for the decline of small birds was the impact of pesticides - especially in gardens - destroying the bugs they feed on; and destruction of habitats as people concrete over their gardens. We don't use any pesticides at all - and we have loads of small birds.
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« Reply #170 on: 12:02:14, 05-10-2007 » |
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Indeed - I thought that the reason for the decline of small birds was the impact of pesticides - especially in gardens - destroying the bugs they feed on; and destruction of habitats as people concrete over their gardens.
We don't use any pesticides at all - and we have loads of small birds.
Same here.
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« Reply #171 on: 12:18:25, 05-10-2007 » |
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laba-laba (Indonesian) Apparently, 'laba' means 'profit' (cf. money spider?)
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« Reply #172 on: 13:11:26, 05-10-2007 » |
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Not too keen on spiders myself but not to the stage where I would run away if I saw one. Little ones are fine though and they are all useful as they eat flies (which are a pain in the neck)... One of my colleagues sent round an email to us all the other day asking for help in clearing out a store room as he'd seen an enormous spider in there and he is terrified of them (even little ones). Obviously, he got lots of sarcastic replies including (following a description of said arachnid as "hairy, fat with huge legs"): Hairy fat and with huge legs – can’t be worse than some of your colleagues!
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Best regards, Jonathan ********************************************* "as the housefly of destiny collides with the windscreen of fate..."
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« Reply #173 on: 15:18:53, 05-10-2007 » |
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Small spiders ok. BIG Spiders SHRIEK !!!! Especially those ones the size of dinner plates that insist on coming into the house at this time of year. I can`t even bring myself to use the mug and piece of paper method and as for getting them onto the end of a broom ..... No no no! I always had an irrational (I thought) fear that the spider would crawl out of the bristles and start crawling down the broom handle. The first (and only) time I psyched myself up to use that method that was precisely what the wretched thing did ! More shrieking. Like Richard, I really don`t like to stumble unexpectedly across photgraphs of them. Shudder. Btw, I don`t kill them, I try the `talking `em out` method which usually works with bees and wasps. Seems to work. If it doesn`t I resort to the `Get the hell out of here NOWWW! bellow
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« Reply #174 on: 15:20:34, 05-10-2007 » |
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No no no! I always had an irrational (I thought) fear that the spider would crawl out of the bristles and start crawling down the broom handle. But what would it have done then Mort? hit you on the head with a sledge hammer? A
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« Reply #175 on: 15:28:40, 05-10-2007 » |
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No no no! I always had an irrational (I thought) fear that the spider would crawl out of the bristles and start crawling down the broom handle. But what would it have done then Mort? hit you on the head with a sledge hammer? A Probably. After it had crawled all the way up my arm with it`s `orrible `airy legs. Mind you I`d probably have had the screaming ab dabs and passed out by then.
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« Reply #176 on: 15:48:16, 05-10-2007 » |
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Btw, I don`t kill them, I try the `talking `em out` method which usually works with bees and wasps. Seems to work. If it doesn`t I resort to the `Get the hell out of here NOWWW!' bellow As an intermediate 'third way' you could try: "Weaving spiders, come not here; Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence!" The only trouble with that, I've found, is that some smart-arse spiders try on the argument that Shakespeare must have been talking about crane-flies in the the second bit because, if the first bit had worked, there wouldn't be any spiders 'here' to go 'hence'. I don't buy that argument myself but unfortunately some spiders are apt to use it as a delaying tactic and by then I end up all in a fluster. Can I have some "Things you didn't know about me" points for once, semi-automatically, saving a large worm by picking it up off the pavement and throwing it into some grass (it was heading in the wrong direction) when I was talking to Geoffrey Howe. He didn't say a thing. Which made it far worse.
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« Reply #177 on: 15:57:44, 05-10-2007 » |
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Can I have some "Things you didn't know about me" points for once No, but you can certainly have some "making t_i_n laugh uncontrollably at a not entirely appropriate moment" points.
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« Reply #178 on: 16:14:48, 05-10-2007 » |
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Can I have some "Things you didn't know about me" points for once, semi-automatically, saving a large worm by picking it up off the pavement and throwing it into some grass (it was heading in the wrong direction)
Oh yes George... I do this all the time... I also put wasps outside rather than kill them... and escort frogs across roads etc... weird or what? A
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« Reply #179 on: 18:16:29, 05-10-2007 » |
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Sitting outside a pub in Chelsea I had watched a bewildered young, ginger furred animal (not a rat) work its way along hedges until it ended up in the middle of the road, where it then stood stock still. Terrified probably. There was a lot of traffic and I could see it was going to get squished. I went out and coaxed it back onto the pavement where it promptly disappeared into the bushes. I was roundly cursed in the most colourful and anatomical terms by a dear old London cabbie. Idiot !
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