Rexx,

Is he a Bogan?

Bass is gonna "travel" easier than the rest of the range. Just ask him if he can cut his bass after 10pm or midnight or whatever.

Yeah it's just the bass that's the problem really. Um I don't really know him but when I first moved here when I would see neighbours I'd say hello and introduce myself. His response was a grunt.

He was probably hung over, catch him on the upswing sometime I bet he'll be downright affable.

El D;

They finally talked me into trying those MAGNUM bars (seemed rude to post about it in MYLT's weightloss thread though).



Tried the Raspberry and it was indeed very raspberry-y. We'll see if I ever feel like eating one again though. Next up is the double vanilla.

My mum liked boysenberry ice cream which is indeed very nice but the best ice cream I have ever tasted was homemade mulberry ice cream. I adore mulberries, if I had the choice as a child between mulberries and lollies it would be mulberries everytime.

Holliday - the one you want to get is honeycomb crunch

I had a mullberry tree. It was like an AYCE buffet for squirrels when they were on a break from eating stuff in my garden. ****ing hate squirrels. Cut the tree down last summer. No regrets.

Ate the berries a few times but stopped so I could eat delicious berries instead. If you prefer mullberries over other berries you probably prefer raisins in your cookies over chocolate chips.

OMFG I don't think I've ever felt so enraged by a post! Firstly admitting to the murder of a mulberry tree and then implying I prefer raisins over ANYTHING!! Did you even attempt making a mulberry pie? I think your only defense is lolCanada has vastly inferior mulberries to #1Aussie mulberries. Good day to you sir!

Something very odd happened today. No real previous fear of heights at age 49, was at a birthday party and they had one of those climbing walls there. Never done it before, goaded into doing it...anyway, took the easy route, hit the button and the guy says, "just jump straight off the wall..." Couldn't do it. Like literally couldn't do it, had to climb down.

I used to love jumping off cliffs into the sea and do other slightly dangerous things when I was younger. I like to imagine I'm still the adventurous soul I once was but I have a sneeking suspicion my cliff jumping days are over.

We had a huge mulberry tree in our yard when I was growing up. It got to be too big a pita so my dad chopped as many branches off as he could, chopped roots, etc, and left about 5 feet of the trunk for leverage. He had a friend with a big 4x4 truck try to yank it out. Wouldn't budge. A couple hours later that guy showed up with a guy with a semi. He'd met him at the local VFW. Hooked up cables, the whole neighborhood came out to watch. Trunk bent a little, but the cables broke. By the following fall the damm thing had grown half of it's branches back, full of leaves.

Viva la mulberry tree!!

Not a mulberry tree story, but a tree-cutting-down Keystone Kops-style story:

Friend of mine worked landscaping and his dad had a towering pine tree in his front yard he wanted taken down. Friend enlists my help. I show up and he's climbed up and gotten a rope tied around the middle of the tree. He tells me to hold the rope while he chews up the tree with the chainsaw. When it starts to go, give it a good pull. Sensible creature that I am, I tell him that I don't think that's going to work. First, it's one huge freakin' tree. Second, I don't think the rope's tied up high enough. Third, I ain't no Schwarzenegger.... That tree's gonna fall wherever the **** it wants to fall. He gives me the nah bro, we got this. I shrug -- it's your disco.

He starts hacking as I'm pulling and sure enough the second I feel the tree start to fall I know there's no way it's coming my way. I'm giving it all she's got but soon have to give up lest I get dragged to Timbuktu. Luckily we missed the powerlines, and that car that was coming down the street had enough sense to stop. Could've been a nice disaster.

/csb

Ha! Now I have something new on my list of things I haven't tried yet: mulberries. Have to find out where I can get them in Europe.

edit: and about tree falling technics. Probably due to my upbringing knew the idea even without internet.

I haven't had one either but I know they were at least for a time cultivated in Europe for silk production in the 19th or maybe 18th century. So I assume some mulberry trees are still around.

I too have soured on the mulberry, a poor man's berry. Great trees for climbing though!

I don't recall the details, but someone told me about a guy who had climbed huge fixed ladders all the time over a long career. One time he just got stuck and couldn't/wouldn't come down and had to be rescued.

Now he's just a social climber?

Candidate for a 12 step program?

That's still up in the air

I'm going to go with the ladder.

Must have rung his bell.

I drove by the old place a few weeks ago. The bastard covers about half the front yard and hangs about 6 feet over the street. It was planted circa 1960.

I have a tree chopping story too!

I was in Jr High School (13 years old?). We had an evergreen in the middle of the back yard, some sort of cypress I think. It was huge as well, maybe 30 feet high. My dad contracted with me for 15 bucks to chop it down. Although I knew absolutely nothing about being a lumberjack, I think my dad was the dumber party involved.

We had lots of crap in our yard around the tree to be destroyed. By the clock:
2 o'clock-4 o'clock: power and telephone lines
4 o'clock-7 o'clock: house
7 o'clock-10 o'clock: couple old cars
10 o'clock-12 o'clock: some smaller trees

You read it right, the tree has to fall between 12 and 2 o'clock not to destroy something that will piss off my dad. This was long before reality logging shows, so I figured that when I hear it start to crack, I will just push it towards where I want it to land. That much tree probably weighed 2 or 3 tons, lol.

My dad didn't have a chainsaw or axe (thank God) but he lent me his hatchet.


It took me a week of hacking away at the lower branches before I could even chop on the trunk. At first I tried making a cut that would aim it where I wanted, but after awhile the blade was so small I couldn't even chop chips. So I started chopping all the way round. After another couple weeks of chopping I heard a crack as it started to go. At that moment I realized how stupid it was to try to push it. It was like pushing on a building, and it moved too fast. And it fell.... exactly at 1 o'clock. In the exact perfect spot. One of the events in my life that convinced me there is a God watching over idiots with hatchets.

Thankfully you were on standard time, so 1 o'clock was 1 o'clock.