Reply (hah!) or reblog and let me know, if you’re willing, off the top of your head, how long do you think replies were gone? That is, how long do you think it was between when Tumblr removed them and when they came back? I was surprised by the answer.
As @shipwreckedcomedy‘s Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party enters pre-production, I wanted to do my part to make sure the most crucial creative decision (ravens/no ravens) is decided correctly. The correct answer, obviously, is ravens, all the way.
Fortunately, the greater Los Angeles area has a large number of professional actors who also happen to be ravens. Today I was approached by this pair, who, hearing of my (admittedly tenuous) connection to the show (”guys,” I kept saying, “I’m just a Kickstarter backer”), insisted I record this audition tape and forward it to the appropriate parties.
So here you go. You’ll note that they:
work well together
can perform complex blocking with minimal rehearsal
do their own stunts
They’re currently involved in another production, but anticipate being free by the time Poe Party begins shooting.
It rained yesterday, so I went to the marsh this morning hoping to see a Rhopalomyia californica emergence. I’ll post separately about my bug hunt, but in the meantime here’s the water and sky that kept distracting me.
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Compare with Trump, who was attacked by a bald eagle.
THE BIRDS KNOW WHO SHOULD BE THE NEXT PRESIDENT
Birds will only approach something/someone/someplace where they feel
safe and not threatened – loud and extreme noises paired with magnetic
fields of any unnatural kind (such as the crowds and equipment common at a political rally) tend to cause birds to steer completely
clear. Yet the little thing still made it to the stage. Something that
science says shouldn’t even be possible, even for city birds.
In
some offshoots of Wicca and other nature-focused faiths, the sparrow represents the common
people. Bernie Sanders is funded by the common people. By you, by me. He is the candidate of the people.
To translate this, this is a good omen, a sign of a triumph against all
odds. Which currently Bernie is doing. He’s backed by the people, no
matter how many times mainstream media tells him he needs to quit, he’s
going to lose, he’s not going to make it… Bernie keeps marching on
with the common folk standing right behind him.
So yes, everyone
who’s been tweeting and sharing images of Bernie being visited by the
sparrow and saying this is a good sign, well, you are absolutely right.
It is indeed a good sign.
This is actually really amazing, thank you for adding this context to this moment! <3
Important note for those engaged in divination based on the type of bird: That’s not a sparrow, except in the loose sense that any LBJ becomes a “sparrow” in common usage. It is, instead, a female House Finch, Haemorhous mexicanus, and is therefore a member of a different, though related, bird family.
There’s somebody in the post apocalypse world that has space tech.
Listen. Furiosa and the wives and the Vuvalini see satellites. But satellites decay in space: their orbits decay, they run out of stabilizer fuel, their computers die, they lose communication. Many can be maintained from the ground through radio contact, but after fourty or fifty years of neglect, most will be space debris or wil have burned up in the atmosphere. Most satellites that can be seen unaided are in low earth or medium earth orbits. Those orbits are the most unsteady because there’s so much atmosphere.
There is someone maintaining the satellites.
(I was wondering about that too – the implications are astounding. Given Miller’s attention to detail, this could be foreshadowing for MM5…)
(Is my cyberpunk au gonna become canon
OOC: Space Tech, you say?
[I went on a rant at Kal so the relevant bits are transcripted below]
because there’s a lot of tech that goes into Doing Space
nevermind that we went to the fucking moon on what is basically three of today’s pocket calculators hooked together
There’s radio, there’s telemetry, there’s image processing, there’s image processing, there needs to be a reason to HAVE the satellites maintained in the first place
So, there’s a place that has the infrastructure (electricity, satellite dishes, computational support, networking, clocks/timing) to talk to the satellites but they also have either the necessity or the leisure to maintain the satellites
which, even if they’re not putting new ones in the sky, all the other resources they consume are expensive in a resource limited environment.
This means that there probably /wasn’t/ global nuclear war. The EMP & radiation would act like a solar flare and knock shit out of the sky
which is not to say that there wasn’t nuclear war. it just wasn’t global. Which makes sense, especially if Joe is poisoning the war boys, instead of it being a radiation problem. (Bartertown has radioactive water, though. but “clean” water is available, and max carried with him a Geiger counter. So, nuclear war happened, and so did fall out.)
[and then I derailed into talking about william gibson’s sprawl series]
I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FROM DAY ONE PLEASE GIVE ME MORE MMFR SPACE HEADCANONS
Yeah, Okay! an earlier reblog of this post is going nuts, so this one of course is going to fall flat. BUT LISTEN
At the beginning of FR, Max is listening to a radio. A little handheld with a headset of some sort. It’s a gimmick to get the audience up to speed on the universe, but it’s also consistent with Max.
He’s crazy, but he’s not stupid. Everything he does has a reason. So, he’s listening to something real that isn’t his ghosts.
That means there’s someone broadcasting out there. Electricity. The luxury of maintaining a broadcast station.
And he specifically picked that radio and its headset up somewhere. It’s not the car radio. It’s not the police radio. Both of those are gone, because they’re useless to him. But he went out of his way at some point to pick up and maintain this little radio.
Who is he listening to?
I don’t know, but you know who doesn’t have radio capabilities? The Citadel.
The Citadel and the Bullet Farm, both run by military men who would know the benefits of radio communication to smooth operation. They have line of sight, which would make radio trivial. You could practically use a walkie talkie with that kind of line of sight. But no, they use morse code and a mirror.
But the Citadel has electricity. And it’s a safe bet that the Bullet Farm does too. Which would make them prime candidates for radio communication.
But they don’t. None of the vehicles that we see inside of have radios anymore. That tech is gone.
So. There’s someone out there with radio that Immortan Joe does not want the War Boys listening to. There is someone out there with a radio who is a threat to Immortan Joe.
With a policy of kill-all-trespassers and no radio communication whatsoever, the Immortan has incredibly information security: no outside information to pollute his custom brewed religion. There’s no way for War Boys to know that there’s anything else out there.
And hey, war boys aren’t stupid. Radios can be made out of a rock and a wire. Someone’s gonna figure it out.
And they get volunteered to the Bullet Farm mines or the Gas Town bloodsports. Half lives, you know?
Not to rain on the fun fic parade, but I think it’s possible that the one visible satellite (and the mention of others) is indeed only a legacy from the Before Time. Yes, many satellites will have suffered decayed orbits and re-entered. But there might be a few still visible. Mightn’t there?
Orbital mechanics experts: assemble. Important questions need to be answered. For science. And/or fic.
“Not everyone can spend time in the alps, but everyone can learn the names of the trees in a nearby park. Can you identify the birds calling in your backyard? Do you know the difference between a moth and a butterfly, or between a worm and a grub? Take the time to engage with both the little and big things growing around you and discover the joy of re-connecting with nature.”
I made another video. This one’s about high tide, and the coastline at Ash Avenue in Carpinteria, and the salt marsh that lies behind it.
My great grandfather used to hand-tint photographs (mostly of roses in his garden, if I remember correctly). My grandfather had boxes of the slides, and used to show them to anyone who was interested.
I visited the marsh this morning when it was a +6.5, which is about as full as it gets. I love it like this. All that low marsh habitat, covered by Salicornia virginica and a dozen other species, is completely inundated, transformed for a few hours into aquatic habitat, before the tide goes out and they all go back to being land plants.
Because I saw @lurkinghistoric say they wanted raven!Max with a cowlick… and I wondered why I hadn’t actually drawn that before??? ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE.
OH OH OH! This is adorable and irresistible. He is SO MUCH Max and SO MUCH a raven: the body language is wonderful. Thank you!
