1) the music 2) how does the person in there even see? 3) also skating over its own tail 4) how is NO ONE on the ice fazed by this at all? 5) skating over its own tail 6) also is it hot in there? 7) there is a freaking T-Rex on the ice- how is no one staring?
8) going so fast the head tips right back so it looks like it’s permanently screaming
9) the high five at the beginning
I’ve got one of these suits and can answer a couple of questions. There’s decent visibility- clear plastic over a black mesh in the chin/neck of the dinosaur. It’s also not too hot in there- it gets kinda humid, but the costume is quite light and it’s held up with a fan, so it’s not that bad.
i was talking to my botany professor friday night about isoetes and it turns out he has some up in the greenhouse that he uses to teach about them that have been there for literally decades now but one time he went to a conference and came back and their tank was DRY (they’re semi-aquatic plants) and he watered them right away but only 2 survived but unbeknownst to him they had all Fear Nutted in their final moments and two weeks later he had what he described as ‘a lawn’ of baby isoetes sprouting in the tank and that’s why we have four trays of them now and just. god i love those dumb funky prehistoric shits
“Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not
despair. Praise what little there’s left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadow
of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer. Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet. Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple. Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.”
kototyph 