#800ft

[woodsdyke]

climbed a mountain today. just like those gay hobbits

[a-random-mooshroom]

how tall r u

[transsexual-divinity]

Had tickets to see Live tonight and my fuckin car broke down 🤪🤪so didn’t get to go

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I thought this was just another rustic log cabin, and almost scrolled by it. But, I decided to look inside and I couldn't believe it. You gotta see this. It's in Naubinway, Michigan, 3bds, 3ba, $625K.

Look at this living room. A bear climbing up a tree, a tree trunk suspended from the ceiling, and all sorts of things going on. The 2nd floor has a large open loft.

Such big stones on the fireplace and another bear up there.

Wow, that's a double-sided fireplace and look at how big it is. I like the blue stairs and their industrial vibe.

The fireplace must've been a real project to put together.

Look at the handles on the kitchen cabinets. Branches are everywhere.

That must be a pantry. Look at the twisting wood on the right.

I wonder if this furniture is custom made.

Under the stairs is a hot tub.

There's a little bar in the corner by the hot tub.

The bed has tree posts. Interesting. I would decorate them.

A deer & a moose etched into the shower glass. It must be a steam shower b/c there are benches in there.

The bath vanity.

Comfy looking family room.

It's nice up here in the loft.

There's a large deck, and I've never seen one made of wire mesh.

A stream on the property.

The house is 3.80 acres of land, 800ft. of which are Black River frontage.

[physalian]

On Using Measurements and Metrics in Fantasy

This is what *I* do and what I find more immersive, easier to write, less world-bending, and more productive: I don’t use actual metric or imperial measurement systems. Why?

Personally I don’t like seeing a world completely different than our own referencing an Earth-bound measurement system (but when I must, I use metric even though I’m American).

Some people don’t have a useful frame of reference for how big something actually is if you just throw big numbers at them. Or even big units. Yeah I know a ‘football’ field is big, but that’s a very foggy and useless ‘big’ if I don't actually watch the sport and see it on a daily basis.

Specific numbers end up seeming more important than they are, whether you’re giving weights, lengths, times, etc, because you got specific. 24 hours won’t raise any brows but 22 hours will. And you just open yourself up to plot holes getting needlessly specific. You’re inviting your readers to do the math and if *you* didn’t do the math, they will find out about it.

This is for fantasy, not any other genre, although I’d still rely on vague numbers anyway unless I’m writing something super sciency where the math is important. Anything from sports to rocket science.

So what I do instead:

Give you measurements you can reference yourself. If I have a tiny fantasy macguffin, it’s about a pinkie finger wide, not 2cm. If I have a sci-fi ship, it’s about two houses/stories tall, not 20ft. It’s a puncture wound the size of a fist, not 4in. It’s a bed small enough for the character to sprawl and still hang off. It’s shoes that can fit in the palm of their hands.

Why I think this works better:

I really suck at converting numbers to actual measurements. Tell me to measure 4 inches between my hands and I’ll give you a gap +/- 2. But the size of a fist? Well I’ve got two right here, now I know what you’re talking about. Hands aren’t all the same size, but for me reading, that’s all I need to know. Do not make me bust out a tape measure or google to properly appreciate the scale of a thing in your book.

Outside of letting my characters give rough time estimates (e.g. a journey taking maybe 2 weeks) because they don’t know themselves, specific numbers aren’t very useful.

If you pick the right size comparison (picking the right allegory), it’ll read more immersive and less sterile. A character just got shot. Is the wound 1 cm, the size of a pencil, or the size of the fingers trying to dig the bullet out? A character is trapped in a criminally small cell. Is it 5 feet wide, or is it so small, they can’t even stretch out fully? A character has to make an incredible shot with a gun or a bow. Is their target 100ft away, or is it an ant on the horizon, is the target’s head the size of a marble? A character is about to fall, is the drop 800ft, or is it so far, they can’t even see the bottom? So far there’s clouds at the bottom? So far the river below is thin as a hair? The biggest lake in the region might be 4 miles across, but more importantly, standing on the bank feels like standing at the coast, cause that there’s an ocean. A tower might be 60ft tall, but more importantly, it gives you vertigo and seems to sway in the wind and it’s taller than every other structure around.

I think this also works with character descriptions. My character has no idea how long he’s been held captive, but his hair has grown out over his eyes to cue you in on the passage of time. Or my character isn’t 4’11, but her head doesn’t reach her boyfriend’s chest. Or, my character has some truly massive muscles, biceps like this other dude’s head. My character has an ugly scar from a nasty knife fight. It’s not eight inches across, but the person touching it can’t even cover it with their whole hand. This character has lost a lot of blood, not 1 liter, but enough that their clothes are dripping with it and the carpet can’t soak it all up.

Generally, the actual number isn’t the most important detail your audience wants to take away from the page, it’s what that metric now means for the scene. A 4ft cell means nothing to me, but a cell so small, my character might go crazy from claustrophobia is important.

And, also, maybe your characters also suck at gauging metrics. I have a character who’s good with horses who’ll give you their heights in hands, but another who’ll just say that one’s so tall, he can’t see over her shoulders.

When the characters need to know the numbers, give the numbers. If you have two people building something, letting them toss weights and lengths back and forth makes sense. But when it’s only the audience that needs to know the numbers, consider coming up with some other way to convey them.

[stealingyourbones]

My reasoning for 6ft+ answer to height poll

Ah mhm I see. It’s the ghoul equivalent of wearing 7 inch platforms.

Can’t measure me if I’m 800ft off the ground doing sick loops as I stretch out into a cool as hell snake shape

[nice-bright-colors]

So this guy had to circle BJC about 6 or 7 times before landing. When flight aware tells you the plane is at 6300ft that’s above sea level.

So ummm yeah, kinda odd to see a plane about 750-800ft overhead, and circling numerous times.

That’s our Monday afternoon excitement.

[feelingautistic]

Shark Senses: Hearing

Although it may not look like it from afar, sharks do have ears (they only have an inner ear but hopefully you can spot it on our regularly scheduled shark pic) and their sense of hearing is a very useful sense to a shark, allowing them to hear the sound of splashing or sounds that would come from injured prey such as seals.

Sharks use hairs inside each ear to detect vibrations in the water. As sound travels further and faster in water than air, sharks can hear prey over 243m (800ft) away. They're particularly good at hearing low-pitched noise and can hear lower frequencies than humans (although they cannot hear higher frequencies as well as humans can).

[pajjorimre]

*Az év első hét hónapjában a rezsivédelmi kiadásokra 1078,6 milliárd forintot fordított a kormány, a tavalyi év első hét hónapjában ez az összeg 7,5 milliárd forint volt – hívta fel a figyelmet a Pénzügyminisztérium.*

Érted, a csávóék felhúzzák ilyen értelmezhatetlen 800Ft/m³-re a gáz árát, aztán arra verik a mellüket hogy egyik zsebükből a tavalyi összeg 150szeresét rakták át a másikba. Olyan kiadásról beszélnek, ami nélkülük soha nem keletkezett volna.

[tobbogan-13]

I Climbed Mt. Arab today!

I found some things to

^Wild Blueberries. There were raspberries too, but I ate them before I took a picture

Unidentified Mushroom #1

Couldnt find a spore print (on any of the mushrooms)

Idek what the fruit body shaped is called

Spine (I think) gills (pr something I don't have my book and I don't remember the correct terminology)

Growing at about probably 600ft. elevation on Mt. Arab NY

Unidentified Mushroom #2

Gelatinous surface

Growing at about 2500ft. elevation

No spore print :(

Unidentified mushroom #3

This one was a big boy

Prolly growing at about 800ft. elevation (but I think there were some at the peak too)

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

trying to prep myself for a [checks notes] 12 mile hike with a 3000+ft elevation gain in a month, just did a comparatively liesurely 5 mile hike with like 800ft elevation gain and my knees are already 🌟✨⭐💫 aching 💫⭐✨🌟

[zbphotography]

Tightrope walker Jay Cochrane walks high above the ground of the Exhibition Place in Toronto in August 2003. (Zoran Bozicevic photo)

One day during the National Exhibition in 2003 my editor told me to go to the EX and get a shot of a tightrope walker Jay Cochrane. They were waiting for me at the fair to take me to the spot, he said. He neglected to mention that “the spot” was way above the ground level. I was supposed to be on a tiny platform where, if I sat, my legs would dangle some 100+ ft above the ground. So, when I arrived, they strapped me into a harness and sent me up the ladder. It happened so quickly, I didn’t have time to think, let alone protest. As I climbed up, the whole platform swayed in the wind so much it made me dizzy, but when it all settled, I had a once-in-a-lifetime view. Looking at the picture all these years later, I’m glad I did it. Here’s Jay as he walks the 800ft long, 200ft high tight rope at Canadian National Exhibition in Toronto, Canada, Wednesday, August 27, 2003. Cochrane act was a part of the 125th annual fair, commonly known as "the EX".

[scotianostra]

On January 5th 1993 the Liberian registered oil tanker Braer hit rocks off the Shetland Islands.

Thirty years ago the Braer oil tanker ran aground off the Shetland Isles in hurricane-force winds, spilling almost 85,000 tonnes of crude oil.

The captain and crew of the vessel were airlifted to safety by helicopter after its engines failed and it became clear the disaster was imminent.  It hit rocks in Quendale Bay, just west of Sumburgh Head, on the south tip of Shetland, just before midday on 5th January 1993.

According to World Wide Fund for Nature, at least 1,500 birds died and up to a quarter of the local grey seal population was affected.

In the end the weather limited the full extent of the damage as much of the oil was swept out to sea. The Gulfaks crude that the Braer was carrying was also lighter and more easily biodegradable than other North Sea crudes.

The Braer was carrying twice as much crude oil as the Exxon Valdez, which had run aground off Alaska four years earlier. The Alaskan oil spill had caused a devastating environmental disaster.

The first sign the Braer was in danger had come at 5:19 AM, when the coastguard was told the tanker, which was travelling between Norway and Canada, had lost power in a storm 10 miles south of Shetland. The situation quickly deteriorated and by 9 am, fears were raised that the Braer would run aground near Horse Holm, an island near Sumburgh Head.  Instead, the current carried the ship into Quendale Bay where it foundered and breached, spilling 84,700 tonnes of oil into the sea.

The 800ft vessel had been built in Japan in 1975 and did not have the more modern double hull which would have lessened the chance of an oil-spillage.

There were major inquiries, including one by Lord Donaldson, which looked at the disaster and how it could be avoided in future.

Mistakes were made, such as moving all the crew off the ship and not letting them back when it had missed the rocks to take a line from the newly-arrived salvage tug. The Captain of the Braer tried desperately, with the coastguards, to get his crew back on board but the police would not release his crew because there was a confusion over orders.

A report into the disaster, published in 1994, said bad weather was largely to blame for the accident. But it also condemned the actions of the ship’s captain, Alexandros Gelis, who, it said, demonstrated a fundamental lack of basic seamanship.

By October 1995 a total of £45m had been paid out in compensation but a moratorium on payments was then imposed as the International Oil Pollution Fund neared its limit of £50m.

In April 2001, Jim Wallace, MP for Orkney and Shetland called for the inquiry into the disaster to be re-opened amid claims the ship had been unfit to sail

[bikepackinguk]

Day Ninety-three

It's September! Blimey, I've been on the road for three months now.

It's up with the dawn today as I know there's a lot of work ahead, and the early morning drizzle means a very hurried packing up of the tent to hit the road once more near the wonderfully named village of Sheepwash. It even has an estate called The Shearings.

Following NCN Route 3 once more, I track westwards through the farmland hills as the road rolls through leafy lanes and hedgerows.

As the sun starts to climb into the sky, the early morning clouds slowly dissipate, and the rainy day starts to gradually clear as the hills roll by.

It's a lot of work riding up and down the countryside roads, but fortunately they're not very laden with traffic, and offer some nice sights as I crest each climb.

The route eventually drops on to another old rail line for a few miles which leads in to Holsworthy, where I have a short break before heading up and over a nice old bridge out of town.

A few more stiff climbs emerge as the short rail trail dissipates, but before long the sea hoves into view once more. After crossing over the A39, it's on to some nice traffic-free trails that wind their way around the canals and bring me down to the lovely seaside town of Bude.

It's become a beautiful sunny day by now, and the town is busy with tourists. I make my way down to the beach to take in the views and enjoy a short rest.

On departing Bude, I head up the coastal road as it begins to work its way around the steep cliffs south of Bude. It's heavy work climbing up to Upton but the view along the coastline from here is absolutely glorious.

The road zooms down to the broad beach at the aptly named Widemouth Bay, before launching straight back up the steep cliffs once more.

It's damn hard work in this stretch as the road tracks right along the cliffs, descending steeply down to more bays and shooting up over 800ft from sea level again and again. The views from the top are stunning, but takes a great deal of effort, including some intimidating 30% gradient descents and equally steep and arduous climbs.

Past Tresmorn, Route 3 befins to track a little more inland, and I decide to stick with it as it leads to a couple of stretches that hold pleasant memories for me.

I follow the road as it crosses back over the A39 at Wainhouse Corner, and the long climb up into the Cornish moors takes me up high above sea level once again.

The clouds have been slowly rolling in off the Atlantic as the day has progressed, and the sun departs to herald some patchy rain as the climbs continue.

A cattle grid and sharo right turn indicate my arrival onto the moorlands around Davidstow Airfield, which after a nice pedal down the old runway then leads through some equally enjoyable pine forests which I have a great memory of riding through in years past.

Route 3 continues to climb up past Crowdy Reservoir, and I turn off the trail for a sharp descent down for a supply stop at the town of Camelford.

The rains return in earnest whilst I'm here, so I take it as an excuse for another bit of a break for the legs as they're putting in some serious work today!

The rains show no sign of easing anytime soon alas, so it's time to get on. Rather than slog back up the steel hills to the cycle route immediately, I decide to head down the road to take the B3266 and aim to rejoin the trail at Wenford Bridge.

Rush Hour is kicking in by now unfortunately, but the smooth road makes for easier going and the rains start to dry up as I head down the road.

After turning off the B road, it's some narrow lanes to navigate whilst hemmed in by foliage, but all downhill and minimal effort to finally cross back over the River Camel and arrive onto the Camel Trail.

Thus is another lovely old rail trail that I've ridden many years previously, and I recall it fondly as a welcome respite from Cornwall's famously tough hills. And with evening drawing in, it'll likely present a good opportunity to find a spot for the night.

I follow the trail as it tracks around the bubbling river, which makes for a nice background noise. The trail makes for some smooth and easy riding to finish the day with, and after a few more miles I spy some promising woodlands to hole up in a few miles north of Bodmin.

That's been some work today! The legs are certainly feeling it! But a good day's progress all told. Plus Inhave a good few more miles of this lovely trail to look forward to tomorrow as it follows the River Camel out to the sea, which will make a great start to the day.

TTFN!

[benihana-circumcision]

thunderbirds buzzing my apartment at like 800ft CIA gimme manpads plz theyre so fucking loud