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the rest of us are not impressed
which is more than enough. frankly, if i could forget them so that i can remember the names of all of liberty x then i'll take it
your ancesteroral knowledge would have a lot about trees, and understanding the different types and their characteristics, has, to a huge degree, help build and extend humans society influence over the world and its society
Nobody gives a shit
Trees is a decent enough word for them. They're all the same. It's not like dogs
(and not in a good way, maybe a slightly begrudging way but not a good way, ok?)
^such a little beech
People who know less than cat_race = stupid (20% of the population)
People who know the same as cat_race = normal (0.001% of the population)
People who know more than cat_race = Not A Thing (79.009% of the population)
*people who pretend they know made up things
Moore: Stand and deliver! Drop that gun!
(The coach comes to a halt. The drivers hold up their hands, but the postilion reaches for a gun. Moore shoots him.)
Moore: Let that be a warning to you all. You move at your peril, for I have two pistols here. I know one of them isn't loaded any more, but the other one is, so that's one of you dead for sure, or just about for sure anyway. It certainly wouldn't be worth your while risking it because I'm a very good shot. I practice every day, well, not absolutely every day, but most days in the week. I expect I must practice four or five times a week, at least four or five, only some weekends... like last weekend, there really wasn't the time, so that moved the average down a bit. I should say it's definitely a solid four days' practice every week... at least. I mean, I reckon I could hit that tree over there... the one just behind that hillock, not the big hillock, the little hillock on the left. You can see the three trees, the third one from the left and back a bit - that one - I reckon I could hit that four times out of five... on a good day. Say, with this wind... say, say seven times out of ten.
Squire: What, that tree there?
Moore: Which one?
Squire: The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left.
Moore: No, no, not that one.
Girl: No, no, he means the one over there. Look, you see that one there?
Girl: Well now, go two along to the right.
Coachman: Just near that little bush.
Girl: Well it's the one just behind it.
Squire: Ah! The elm.
Moore: No, that's not an elm. Al elm's got sort of great clumps of leaves like that. That's either a beech or a... er... hornbeam.
Parson: A hornbeam?
Moore: On no, not a hornbeam. What's the tree that has a leaf with sort of regular veins coming out and the veins go all the way out to the...
Moore: ...to the serrated edges.
Parson: A willow!
Moore: Yes, that's right.
Parson: That's nothing like a willow.
Moore: Well it doesn't matter, anyway. I can hit it seven times out of ten, that's the point.
Parson: Never a willow.
Moore: Shut up! This is a hold-up, not a botany lesson. Right! Now my fine friends, no false moves please. I want you to hand over all the lupins you've got.
Moore: Yes, lupins. Come on, come on.
Parson: What do you mean, lupins?
Moore: Don't try and play for time.
Parson: I'm not, you mean the flower lupin?
Squire: Well we haven't got any lupins.
Moore: Look, my fine friends. I happen to know that this is the Lupin Express.
Squire: You must be out of your tiny mind.
Moore: Get out of the coach. Come on, get out!
(They exit the coach. Moore enters it and comes out with an armful of lupins.)
Moore: Just as I thought, not clever enough my fine friend. Come on, Concorde! (Gallops off)
Squire: Well, so much for the lupins.
Chorus (sings): Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, galloping through the sward,
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, and his horse Concorde.
He steals from the rich and gives to the poor,
Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.
but it's about recognising trees in the middle bit and I always think of it when people start trying to work out what a particular tree is.
i did expect to see mute_branches when i got to the bottom though
i called you a cock in that swans thread. didn't really mean anything by it, you just struck a nerve. stop listening to boring swans though.
Moore -> Marlon and Squire -> Roscoe...
but im still an amateur
I should be able to recognise them all at all stages of the seasons and in the pitch dark too.
Did you know that if you chop a tree down in Africa it doesn't have rings on accounts of how they don't have seasons in that country?
and pretend that it's because of the seasons
were to do with years, not seasons
It's because they stop growing during winter and so develop a ring before growing again so they can be used to count the age.
When they're on the equator there isn't seasons in the same way so they don't have rings.
I learnt this on a herbology trek in a Ugandan rainforest. I also had to eat some bark that killed my tastebuds for half a day. It was gross.
Getting conflicted info in this thread.
You do post some gASH.