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The science reason is that snailfish (Bibby) are found everywhere in the sea! There are little colorful tropical reef snailfish, arctic snailfish, hydrothermal vent snailfish, snailfish at every depth and every climate, as though something about this is the most efficient and adaptable fish body there is:
They're the cockroaches of fish, in that they're so generalized they can just adapt to anything I guess! So if only one kind of fish is going to adapt to deeper more extreme pressure than any other vertebrate it's statistically likely to be a snailfish, and it was!
The most pathetic little arms on this fellar
I support him.
well that's a relief since obviously those absolutely dogshit biceps won't
I want to live my hot girl summer like I’m stephen maturin in the galapagos- just a straw hat, a sexy embroidered robe, some lizards, and vibes
his robe is actually printed not embroidered! historically, fabric like this would have been hand-printed with a series of complex, interlocking carved wooden blocks like this:
this is actually better than embroidered given the goal of costuming as 'communicating a lot of info about a character without exposition'. Banyan robes like this would have been worn as fashionable 'undress' at home by gentlemen - so not really appropriate to be traipsing around doing naturalist things. But, from this production's standpoint it is serving to show Maturin as softer, more 'natural' and more casual in contrast to the more stiff/traditional naval characters.
by the early 19th c. embroidery was already largely relegated to formal wear for men, until it basically disappeared from menswear almost entirely later in the century (aside from occasional exceptions like livery or a subtle design on a waistcoat or an emblem or something).
Cottons printed in India - like chintz and calico (both words derive from Hindi) - and later, fabrics printed in Europe which basically copied Indian design & aesthetics wholesale, were very popular for more informal clothing in the west starting in the later part of the 18th century. Here's a dress with a quite similar pattern from a similar period:
The wiki lists banyans as being inspired by kimono, but considering the relatively limited exposure the west had to Japanese material goods prior to the mid 19th c. and the fact that 'banyan' has sanskrit origins, I think it's far more likely that the style of garment was inspired by the many open-robe style overgarments worn throughout the near east and through southeast Asia.
Many banyans were imported garments with minimal modification, (or even could be made directly for export to the European market - a similar thing happened in the late 19th century with Western women snapping up and wearing kimono as dishabille at the height of late 19th c. Japonisme)
There are also a lot of chintzes that were hand painted, rather than printed! Like this 18th century fragment in the Smithsonian.
To keep it real I debauch a sloth
Roommate went out of town once, asked me to look after her cat.
Night one she comes down meowing at me. I go check her food/water, they're full. Litter box empty. Make sure my roommate's door is still open and she's not locked out of her room or something. I try to pet her and she dodges me, offer her treats and she won't have it, try playing with her but she won't play, try just ignoring her and she won't stop following me around meowing at me.
So I call my roommate, concerned maybe she was sick or in pain and that's why she was being so insistent despite having all her needs met.
Roommate goes: "OH! She wants you to go to bed. Go upstairs to my room and just sit in my bed with her for a few minutes. She should curl up and get comfortable. Once shes laid down she usually lets me go back to what I'm doing she just can't seem to go to bed on her own"
Sure enough, I go sit on roommates bed and she just happily jumps up, curls up on the blanket, and purrs herself to sleep.
I like when cats try to give their humans healthy habits.
From Theophile Gautier, mid-19th century, about his very floofy white cat:
Don Pierrot of Navarre always sat up at night until I came home, waiting for me on the inside of the door, and as soon as I stepped into the antechamber he would come rubbing himself against my legs, arching his back and purring in gladsome, friendly fashion. Then he would start to walk in front of me, preceding me like a page, and I am sure that if I had asked him to do so, he would have carried my candle. In this way he would escort me to my bedroom, wait until I had undressed, jump up on the bed, put his paws round my neck, rub his nose against mine, lick me with his tiny red tongue, rough as a file, and utter little inarticulate cries by way of expressing unmistakably the pleasure he felt at seeing me again. When he had sufficiently caressed me and it was time to sleep he used to perch upon the backboard of his bed and slept there like a bird roosting on a branch. As soon as I woke in the morning, he would come and stretch out beside me until I rose.
Midnight was the latest time allowed for my return home. On this point Pierrot was as inflexible as a janitor... Twice or thrice Pierrot sat up for me until two o’clock in the morning, but presently he took offence at my conduct and went to bed without waiting for me. I was touched by this mute protest against my innocently disorderly way of life, and thereafter I regularly returned home at midnight. Pierrot, however, proved hard to win back; he wanted to make sure that my repentance was no mere passing matter, but once he was convinced that I had really reformed, he deigned to restore me to his good graces and again took up his nightly post in the antechamber.
Cats : trying to make us go to bed at a Reasonable Time since forever (so they can wake us up at 3 am for treats)
There's a reason the state starts by going after the people you refuse to respect
Fuckin iowa jesus christ. And fucking republicans in general
Please notice that the wording they use has shifted from "marriage between one man and one woman" to "marriage between one male and one female". This is not a coincidence. GCs and terfs have no excuse to not see the blood on their hands.
