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echo-parallax
@echo-parallax

hope nothing gets in the way of me seeing it!!

I'm using a 400mm-800mm zoom lens on a Canon Rebel T6S' crop sensor here; this super telephoto lens included a 2X teleconverter as well, but I didn't bring it since that's like seeing halfway into the eye of God themself. Nobody needs that sort of power

Related: dang, these Indycars are pretty fast, huh!



echo-parallax
@echo-parallax

luna plz... your moonbase... everyone's having to adjust their exposure up a stop... graphics engineers are deciding to not multiply luminances by pi...


echo-parallax
@echo-parallax

It's like everything's had the HDR effect applied to fit on a low-intensity display


echo-parallax
@echo-parallax

Thank you to Camera Battery #1 for being an absolute champ, now it's time for Camera Battery #2

I'm going to pause my updates for a bit; things are happening fast!


echo-parallax
@echo-parallax

I feel like I've just woken up from a dream




bazelgeuse-apologist
@bazelgeuse-apologist

while everyone else was looking at the eclipse I was fast asleep and dreaming that I was... hanging out with January? yeah this makes a kind of sense actually


bazelgeuse-apologist
@bazelgeuse-apologist

we were not discussing the eclipse, surprisingly. I was eating lunch with her and saying that I wanted to visit her museum, but it was always dark (fine) and always full of weird angry ghost horses (not fine). she wasn't surprised about the dark, but the ghost horses were not supposed to be there, to say the least.

afterwards we hung with my friends who were also playing Fallen London. or we were hanging out with their characters? it was sometimes one and sometimes the other. but every time I was going to refer to January by name I had to catch myself like "oh wait not everyone here is a revolutionary, it'd be unsafe to leak her identity!" or even better: "oh wait not everyone has done [content], I shouldn't spoil who she is!"



Hey y'all. Lighter effort-post this week in the interest of not kerploding myself. I'm not gonna hold to a precisely weekly schedule because someday the effortposts will return and those will be biweekly by necessity. But in the meantime I can talk about lighter, less explain-y shit.

A Personal History of Crabs

So as someone who's worked a few years in coastal ecology, I have had to interact with crabs a bunch. They're abundant little fuckers and of pretty high interest to humans, whether because we like eating them, or because they like eating things we eat (i.e. oysters). Personally I find them kind of high effort for little meat compared to like, clams or lobsters, though I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun to just crack one entirely open and scoop out the innards. The soft animal of my body enjoys eating whole seafood.[^1]

There are 4 kinds of crab I've had a lot of close contact with and therefore have warm fuzzy feelings about. Two of which were for science and job reasons, and the other two of which is for them being all over the place. Honorary mentions to these guys include:

Mud crabs (Panopeus herbstii)
Close up photo of a black-fingered mud crab. It is a very small crab with a mottled brown shell and pointed legs.

and Fiddler crabs (several from the places I've worked, but the specific one here is Leptuca panacea)
Close up photo of two Gulf sand fiddler crabs in a standoff. They're two sandy-grey colored crabs, with prominent stalk eyes and one oversized claw that's as long as their body. One faces to the right while the other faces away from the camera. Both are reared up to full height, with their large claw raised in a threat display.

Both these guys were all over the marshes and beaches. Mud crabs in particular are popular residents of oyster reefs, where they can use all the various nooks and crannies between the shellfish to hide. Which is good, because while they're still predators, they're tiny as hell and therefore common pickings for larger crabs, or fish. The fiddlers were fun because whenever I would walk down to the beach to see a particular field site, you'd see them all swarming away from the people, or the water when the waves came in. The oversized claw is a feature of sexual dimorphism, and the males use them to fight (and, occasionally, to plug the mud hole they've buried themselves into). You could look at a marsh bank when the water was low and see the mud all pockmarked with holes. There's lil guys in there.