I've been MIA working on that carboniferous swamp jungle reconstruction, trying to make it as scientifically accurate as possible, and failing
miserably. The latest work involves making new plant models for it, and testing them out, trying to get the spacing between plants and the mix of
species up to par with what the paleontologists say it was like.
Here's what the little 2 km square looks like from inside the jungle:
and a detail of the center of that one at full resolution:
the plants may be sufficiently alien (hey, they're 300 million years extinct on THIS planet!) to eventually be of some use in the Space Opera, so that
I haven't wasted all that time altogether. It started out with just my desire to know what my little corner of the universe looked like back when all
these fossils I have found were brand-spankin'-new. I'll eventually get it right.
Loved the most recent additions to the Space Opera. they took me back home for a bit. Sslar rolling around in some lemon-smelling herb was odd. catnip
grows wild where I'm from. It's a weed, and all over the place. It's some variety of mint, has a square stem and heart-shaped leaves with tiny "teeth"
indentations along the edges. One day, I was out thrashing around way up in the mountain, and in the middle of a mountain meadow i ran across a little
plant that looked just like catnip, but it was a lighter green, and a lot smaller. It was around 8' tall, whereas catnip grows up around 3 or 4 feet
tall. curious, I tore off a leaf and shredded it to see if it smelled like catnip, and to my surprise it smelled strongly of lemon. that's the only
time I ever saw it, either before or since. I don't know what it was, but it must have been pretty rare around there, and it was odd to find it up in
the middle of nowhere. so then, a big cat rolling around in a lemon-smelling weed. I imagined it to look like some sort of catnip...
We had enigmatic rock piles there, too. some sort of blue dolomite that were heaped up in the centers of meadows. none of them floated, though. You
could occasionally see an odd mist around them - usually in the morning or the evening, or on moonlit nights, but never to my knowledge in broad
Junipers all over the place. We called them "cedar", but botanists get all bent out of shape when you call 'em that - they insist they are junipers,
and that's what one ought to call them. Nice touch to line this particular meadow with them.
Now, a demon whispering "You're tempting me boy..." into neno's ear would've been met with some amount of disdain. To call some one "boy" up there was
an open invitation to trouble, and the standard reply started out "Boy? Boy HELL!..." and got colorful from there, sometimes ending in a mashed nose.
Hard to swat smoke, though, y'know?
I actually DID hold my breath for just over two minutes under water, but it was something I had to build up to - convince myself over several sessions
that I could do it, and wasn't really going to drown...
I particularly liked the way BIAD took charge of them sprites of air and mist, and showed 'em who's boss. That's the way to do it - just step up, grab
the bull by the horns, rassle it to the ground, and brook no dissent. It brought a tear to the eye, an odd pain to the ribs, and a strange shortness
of breath - that's the usual result of laughing that hard as one rolls around in the floor!
All in all, a rolling read!
Edit to add: looks like we have a hurricane bearing down on us (name is 'Irene', so I'm sure it ain't a himmicane - must be a herricane). Looks like
it's taking about the same track that Isabelle took in 2003, so no worries here. I'm a couple hundred miles west of the path of destruction. I went
out to the coast after Isabelle to secure some facilities out there while chaos reigned, but I don't anticipate having to go this time. I expect that
all I'll see here is a lot of rain and a little wind, and most of that ought to blow through while I'm at work Saturday. Isabelle changed the face of
the barrier islands called the "Outer Banks", creating new inlets and erasing others, and I expect that the same may happen again this time.
Still, it's odd, following right in the wake of the earthquake earlier this week. I might ought to head to the hills and consult with the stone-mists
to find out what's up...
edit on 2011/8/25 by nenothtu because: (no reason given)