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I thought white clover, black medic, wood sorrel, and hop clover were collectively known as "shamrocks". Shows what I know.
*shrug*

yes, they sometimes are. it's sort of how the ploughman is called a daddy long legs... it looks like something which lives elsewhere, so settlers used the same name.

seamrog=little clover. the white clover is commonly considered to be *the* irish shamrock (and probably the first one to be called shamrock) and the celts in particular held it in high regard.

anyhow, the pic is certainly not Trifolium dubium, the official irish shamrock.

arrrrrr

tom wants to name our eldest son "Balor".

i convinced him that Balor would suffice, rather than "Balor of the Evil Eye Lynch"

I have to agree with you. Naming your kid after an old DOS game could be percieved as slightly pretentious, or at least unnecessarily dorky.

you know, that would actually be funny if boy had ever had a computer other than an Amiga or Mac.

now boy wants a copy of the game... thanks, sean. thanks a whole hell of a lot. do you realize boy's been starting a nostalgic video game collection? i thought only collecting shakespeare-themed porn was bad enough, but he feels the need to be even more eclectic and have horrendous old video games sitting about. i'm sending him down to live with YOU.

Keen!
Not only will I get a new flatmate, but it'll be someone with whom I can trade my vast collection of Lady Dominatrix MacBeth porn.
Then we can play some of SSI's Renegade Legion... then go poke at swamp monsters with pointy sticks.
... and a fun time will be had by all.

Pointed sticks! The swamp monsters won't have a chance, for they have only been taught self-defense against fresh fruit.

I wish I had an evil eye like Balor. Would you still want me as a flatmate? I'd need a team of four other guys to live with me to lift my eyelid by its ring piercing using a less-than-pointy-stick every time I wanted to look at something. Of course, that something would then be obliterated...which makes watching "A Midsummer Night's Cream" pretty challenging.

"Whoa, look what Puck can do with his--"

"WAIT! Lift my eye! Lift my eye lid!!!"

ERRRGGH!! BOOOM! Splat...

"Whoa...dude. Sorry about the TV...again."

>he feels the need to be even more eclectic and have horrendous old video games sitting about<

Oh, ygg, you must STOMP ON THIS NOW. Spouse person Tripp has this same addiction and we are the proud owners of an Atari 2600, an Atari 5200, a Colecovision, Intellevision, a PONG game with both of the joysticks awkwardly attached to one 'board', a TI 49 Texas Instruments computer, and several Segas of different vintage. PLUS cartridges to all of them. My son's bedroom is taken over with musty old game systems that *I* used to sell at Best Products in 1982! ( I still have nightmares about 8 hour shifts of hearing the Pac Man song and that little "wac-wac-wac-wac EEEEEEE wat wat!" sound.)
However, there is a certain amount of glee involved in finding a copy of Pole Position or Dig Dug for 25 cents at a thrift shop when I used to sell them for 39.95 way back when. :D

I thought it was the harvestman that folks called daddy-long-legs! ;)

I saw someone label a photo of yellow oxalis, also called bermuda sorrel, "bermuda buttercup" lately. Buttercups are a completely different family: ranunculus!

But redwood sorrel, that's cool. . . .

mea culpa.

i remember harvestman by thinking "seasonal name". it's a horrid mnemonic device, obviously... ploughmen and harvestmen might be the same workers, but those are vastly different seasons. ;)

thanks.

I wasn't correcting you! I thought it was funny that it had a different name in Maryland than in California, and illustrated your point. But maybe it doesn't. :)

around here, harvestmen/opiliones are commonly known as "AIEEEEEE GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!"

yes, i know they're technically not spiders, but my arachnophobia includes them. in fact, i sometimes have to have boy close a window for me if a spider or opilione pic pops up.

and we typically call 'em Daddy LongLegs, unless we're being all zoological.

Casey's scared of bugs, period. That includes caterpillars, cockroaches, and especially spiders and moths. And by "scared" I mean "clawing over obstacles to get away, away!"

He can manage butterflies and ladybugs if he doesn't have to get close and they don't surprise him.

i highly suggest he never find himself eye to eye with a lightning bug...

especially if he's spent the earlier half of the evening admiring the way the glow persists in a few inches of rainwater collected in large sycamore leaves.

i was little then. i didn't realize i was drowning them until one landed on my hand a few inches from my eyes. i still feel guilty when i look at those poor critters.

I misread that as "creeping woodSORE!"

*ahem*

-- Andi, who likes her version better . . .

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