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12:24 AM
@Robusto As you say, if anything can be said of "true purple"...it may be a tiny bit more reddish than some purples found today, but I would definitely call it purple.
This is from the same snail they used in Antiquity, says Wikipaedia.
 
12:36 AM
@Cerberus I would call that more of a fuchsia.
 
@Robusto You're so gay.
I only know one word for purple, and it is purple.
 
Look it up, if that's not too gay for you.
 
I know what it looks like. I just choose not to know it.
 
Philistine.
You're the last person I'd have expected to be called gay by.
 
Hehe.
Mission accomplished.
 
1:23 AM
macbook# colorgrep 'violet|purpl'
amarant: A purple color, being that of the foliage of Amarantus.

amethyst: The color of the amethyst, purple violet.

aubergine: A purple color resembling that of the fruit.

claret: The color of `claret;' [wine] in modern acceptation, a
reddish-violet.

crimson: The name of a color: of a deep red somewhat inclining towards
purple; of the color of an alkaline infusion of cochineal.

damson: Of the color of the damson (A small plum, black or dark purple,
the fruit of Prunus communis or domestica, variety damascena, which
Note that all pinks are also purples, simply desaturated ones.
macbook# colorgrep '^fu|pink|magent'
almond: The delicate pink color of the almond blossom. Also, a light
shade of yellow or yellowish brown.

apricot: The pinkish yellow color of an apricot.

carnation: a light rosy pink, but sometimes used for a deeper crimson
color as in the carnation flower; The color of human flesh or skin;
flesh-colored.

cyclamen: The shade of color characteristic of the red or pink cyclamen
flower.

English: a pink color

flamingo: The deep pink color of the flamingo.
@Cerb There: not shall you nevermore lack for all manner of violet and purple and pink and magenta hues.
Make those math idiots STFU.
They must be the people who put the hyphen in anal-retentive.
 
Fuchsia is not red.
 
I know.
It’s a magenta variant.
 
As I said.
 
Cerberus called me gay for knowing that color.
 
1:30 AM
Although the outer parts look a bit Solomonic.
Er, salmon.
Not quite. No orange to it.
Well, as you know, in American ghetto culture, “gay” means educated.
You have to remember where he’s coming from.
 
Yes. They don't call them the "low" lands for nothing.
 
He lives in the fuchsia-light district, too.
Or mayhap the lavender-light district. I’m not quite sure.
 
Indeed. Lavender, I should think.
 
> Big circuit parties regularly roll into town throughout the year, but especially during the gay holidays, and for leather events in the fall.
There are gay holidays?
checks calendar
Nope.
The Dutch apparently have them though.
Maybe Palm Springs does, but my calendar has no such thing.
Maybe ever subgroup has its own holidays. I know that birders, do.
 
I think San Francisco is still probably gayer than Amsterdam.
 
1:39 AM
Usually Thanksgiving and Christmas. :)
Well, those are both big cities.
Castro Street is not the Presidio.
 
SF is like 30% gay, I think.
 
Really?
 
I think.
If you walk through the Castro at night it's like 100%.
 
This is going to sound strange, but I know quite a few people in San Francisco, every one of them straight.
 
Well, there's that other 70%.
 
1:41 AM
@Robusto Well, duh. That’s like walking around in Sitges right after bar-time.
Then there’s Provincetown.
Or South Beach.
 
P-town seems almost unanimously gay.
Mar 29 '13 at 16:11, by Robusto
Annotation: P-town refers to Provincetown now, and it is a gay enclave. So it "stands for 'penis'" more than you may have intended.
 
Yes, but they still have the big blessing by the archbishop when the sailing vessels go out.
 
Archbishops are so gay.
 
Oh, I guess that does nothing to contradict you, does it?
Well, there’s always the sailors.
 
. . .
They know what to do with a drunken sailor in P-town, you may be sure.
 
1:44 AM
P-town has an . . . interesting Fourth of July parade.
Rather Mardi Gras in feel, more than Fourth of July.
I feel like I met some straight chicks there, but well, I guess their flirtiness proves nothing.
At least, I thought they were chicks.
 
When we first moved to Massachusetts we vacationed on the Cape, because that's what you do when you're new, and we wandered into P-town one Sunday morning trailing children and the accoutrements of children, and we walked into a restaurant looking for a meal around noon. We were the only straights in the place.
 
Heh.
How old were your kids?
 
We got looks from the patrons that said, "Why don't you breeders take your kids and GTFO."
4 and 1.
 
You have to undertand the Sunday morning in P-town during summer is really just very very late Saturday night.
In my experience. :)
I lived on a boat there for a few weeks.
 
I saved the day by saying, "Uh, are you still serving breakfast?" The host, relieved, gave a little sigh and said, "No, I'm sorry. We're not." And we left.
@tchrist That's a way I'd never go. I can't stand boats.
 
1:47 AM
I’m not fond of the notion of ghettoization.
But it was free. You know how much a B&B for two weeks would have been?
In high summer?
 
I have some idea.
 
Every man has his price, and that boat met mine.
 
What year was that?
 
thinks
2008?
Maybe 9.
 
Heh, that's a couple of days ago.
 
1:50 AM
I know.
I spent a lot of time birding, or trying to.
Walking out the cape.
Tidal pools.
 
Did you visit Nauset Beach?
Amazing tides out there.
 
No, I don’t think so.
Unless you mean the random dune beaches just outside of P-town, which is more of a cruising zone than anything.
I have some awesome pix of the causeway.
 
No, farther south, close to the elbow of the Cape.
 
Hm.
That’s the causeway.
And I know there were teenage boy/girl couples along there.
 
I don't doubt it.
 
1:56 AM
There were chicks sunbathing topless out in the dunes.
How come this is such a big deal here?
You get so used to it in many places in Europe, such that you forget that it’s taboo here.
I find it deeply ironic that THE most Puritan place on earth, where the very Mayflower Compact was signed, now has topless chicks sunbathing and has more gay cruising than you can shake your dick at.
It’s like “Here, take your Puritanism and shove it where the sun don’t shine.”
 
Yes, well, it's the coastal waters or something.
 
You see a lot of that along the Pacific Highway, too, Highway 1. Although there it’s often skinny dipping between towns.
Now mind you, I’m talking about the one on the western Pacific not the eastern one, but I imagine the same applies.
That is, in Australia.
Ever been to far north Queensland?
 
Sure.
 
Awfully pretty.
I rented a bungalow on the beach in Byron’s Bay for a week once, then made my way up further north.
And it was the International Surfing Championship that week, too.
Something like that.
Plenty to watch.
And no concept of "no shirt, no shoes, no service".
I’ve been reef diving there a couple of times, out in the Great Barrier Reef’s outer reaches.
Kinda spoils ya for a lot of other places.
Had a pal get mugged on the beach in Brisbane once, banged up pretty bad. He developed a sour disposition about beachrats after that.
Even in the middle of nowhere, along Highway 1 at the anonymous ad-hoc beaches, there is always a gallon jug of white vinegar handy for stingers.
I had two frights in the forests there.
Both turned out to be nothing.
One was oh I forget it’s name like a guinea fowl or forest turkey or something, but I didn’t see it for the longest time and they had warned us not to get gutted by a cassowary.
The other time I was startled by a giant monitor lizard up close.
 
Heh.
 
2:09 AM
The Atherton Tablelands are nice, too.
I was convinced that the fowl was tracking me.
It probably was, but just wanted a handout.
But the coolest things I saw there were the flocks of rainbow lorikeets and the mudskippers.
A fish that thinks it’s a frog caught in mid-metamorphosis.
And the lorikeets are just gorgeous, like a painted bunting kind of way, but raucous as all hell.
Ibises too.
Parrots are such powerful flyers.
Every single thing I saw was there completely new to me, both flora and fauna. Constant wonders.
I never ate the bugs though.
Probably should have.
You know those are in that context?
You see the roadsigns all over by regional bars and such advertising bugs at such and such a cheap price.
They’re a kind of little lobster.
So it was like a New England lobster-boil meal they were advertising.
 
Never been Down Under. I would be afraid to go, I think, quite apart from the 18 hours it takes to get there.
@tchrist I'll put another bug on the barbie for ya.
 
@Robusto Thought you’d said you’d been to Queensland.
 
@tchrist Maybe you're mixing me up with someone else.
 
17 mins ago, by tchrist
Ever been to far north Queensland?
18 mins ago, by Robusto
Sure.
 
I was responding to the sentence above that one.
 
2:19 AM
Oh.
 
"That is, in Australia."
 
Yes, the 18h is abysmal.
 
I didn't even see the Queensland line.
 
But why afraid?
 
Because I read Bill Bryson's In a Sunburned Country.
 
2:20 AM
Oh, well.
 
Where he talks about Things That Can Kill You Horribly in Australia, Vol. 19.
 
Yes, there are venomous beasties.
And salties.
But the freshies aren’t so much of a deal.
Kinda like black bears versus grizzlies.
 
You've got your funnel web spiders, your tai-pans, your cone shells, your thimble jellies, various octopi, salt-water crocodiles, and the sharks—my God, the sharks!
 
The jellies, yeah: that was the stinger bit.
 
Not to mention your Goliath bird-eating spiders. Not lethal, but as creepy as it gets.
 
2:22 AM
Again, the salt-water crocs are like grizzlies, while the fresh-water ones are more like black bears.
 
I wouldn't want to meet any of those in the wild.
 
Both are dangerous, but one is especially so while the other you have to be unlucky.
 
I wouldn't care to test my luck that way.
 
I mean, a black bear is dangerous if you pick a fight with it.
Same with a freshy.
 
If you see a black bear, chances are it's hunting you or your food.
 
2:23 AM
Things is, the grizzes and the salties pick a fight with YOU. That’s the difference.
 
If you see a grizzly, chances are you surprised it.
 
Black bears don’t hunt people.
 
Well, they do.
Especially children.
 
Well...
I meant to say that it is rare for a black bear to hunt an adult human.
 
Fatal bear attacks in North America have occurred in a variety of settings. There have been several in the bears' wilderness habitats involving hikers, hunters, and campers. Brown bear incidents have occurred in their native range spanning Alaska, Northern and Western Canada, and portions of the Rocky Mountains in the United States. The locations of black bear wilderness fatal attacks reflect their wider range: all Canadian Provinces except the Atlantic Provinces and several major mountainous areas in the United States. Bears held captive by animal trainers, in zoos, carnivals, or kept...
 
2:24 AM
I’ve scared so many away by accident.
 
Yeah, it's rare for any kind of bear to kill a human.
That doesn't mean I want to go put it out there.
 
I’m more afraid of a bull moose than I am of a black bear.
 
I was hitch-hiking through Canada when I was around 20 and came across a grizzly in the wild.
 
Because they are a lot meaner.
 
@tchrist Hellz yeah.
 
2:25 AM
Uh oh.
What happened?
 
I almost shit my pants, that's what happened.
 
Sounds like me and the lion.
 
I was on a gravel road outside of Glacier National (Provincial) Park, when all of a sudden a grizzly walked out of the woods about 30 yards away and stood up and huffed a few times.
I did not know whether to shit or go blind.
I mean, WTF could I do?
There was nothing I could do to save myself if it decided to eat me.
 
Yep.
Same with my lion.
 
After a bit it dropped down and wandered off across the road into the brush.
For a moment I was relieved. Then I realized Now I don't know where he is.
What kind of lion? Mountain?
 
2:28 AM
Yes.
Your grizzly was less than 15 seconds away from you.
My mountain lion was less than a second away from me.
Eight feet.
It can spring like 30 feet horizontally.
I knew I would be dead before I could blink if it cared to.
 
How the hell did you get that close?
A grizzly can cover 30 yards in about 3 seconds.
 
It was hiding in the shrubbery waiting for deer to come by.
It growled at me.
Which of course in retrospect meant it wasn’t planning on eating me.
 
Yeah. I was lucky (?) that the bear probably got a whiff of me but was mainly upwind, so it didn't really know where I was.
 
But the instantaneous chemical changes that shoot through your body in that instant of sudden awareness that a predator stands no further than the wink of an eye from you are utterly unreproducible outside of a threat of immediate and possibly likely death. Changes everything.
 
Yeah, that is very true.
I saw the bear for probably ten or fifteen seconds, but it felt like a year.
Time dilation.
 
2:32 AM
If the prospect of being hanged in the morning does wonders for focusing the mind, imagine the prospect of dying in a fraction of second from when you think of it.
So many hours in those seconds.
Your brain goes into panic rescue mode sifting through all your lifetime’s worth of memories superfast, looking for whatever you once knew that might save you.
It is not something you instantiate. It just happens.
That’s what’s really going on with the “life flashed before his eyes” thing.
 
I've had those situations while driving. On an icy road, kids in the car, suddenly a car pulls out and I have to react.
 
But I feel like my endocrine system fired off lots of drugs all at once, deep in my brain, and having nothing to do with with the frontal lobes.
Primitive monkey response, maybe primitive mammal response or even lower.
 
The lizard brain. Fight or flight.
And the "shitting your pants" factor is part of that.
 
It was night, I was shooting long-exposure fisheye shots of the Milky Way. I was tired.
And suddenly, I had never been more awake in my life.
The whole neighborhood had lost power for some reason, and it was a new moon, so I walked down to the lake with my tripod.
At the children’s playground.
And the great cat was sitting in the shrubbery, its golden eyes hanging there all cheshire cat style.
I nearly walked right up to it before it growled, because I was pacing back and forth waiting to trip the shutter closed.
 
Heh.
 
2:40 AM
And the killer thing is this: IT NEVER OCCURRED TO ME TO TAKE ITS PICTURE
I was too terrified. I brandished the heavy tripod and big metal-body camera like a pole arm interposed between us, walked slowly backwards all the while talking loudly but calmly (hoping others might hear me) and swinging the polearm a bit.
Then again, a 180-degree fisheye wouldn’t have been the best shot of the kitty.
Still. I never ever ever thought of it.
Endocrine system sets other priorities.
 
@tchrist Haha, I think I would have forgot all about that as well.
 
I was shaking long before I made it home. It’s um like an overland block to the park, then about a half a block to the playground in front of the lake.
And sometimes there are deer carcasses in our backyards.
We have all these greenbelts.
Where the deer forage.
Which has increased the lion population, and boldness.
 
The thing is, you don't see the big cats if they're hunting you. The first thing you know is that something has chomped down on your face while its claws are ripping your guts out.
 
That’s right.
If they look at you, they are not hunting you.
If they appear not to notice and don’t look at you and just move along off the trail, THEN THEY ARE HUNTING YOU AND CIRCLING AROUND TO GET YOU.
This occurred a few blocks from my house a year or two ago:
 
Yeah. We are no match for wild creatures.
@tchrist Yours?
 
2:47 AM
No, not my kitty. Well, the housecat wasn't.
It may have been "my" lion. I don’t know.
BTW, standing on a balcony is not a safe place from a lion. They can leap up there in a single bound.
 
Hell yeah.
 
It’s been shown that there are more lions here now than there used to be.
Because in the foothills, we make all these perfect greenbelt for the deer that are their prey, and the deer proliferate.
There are no wolves but prairie wolves any longer, and they aren’t good at keeping the deer population down: remember mule dear are 2x the size of white tails.
And they’re too fast and too much bother for bears unless they’re lucky.
More deer = more lion food
My friend who was lost at sea last year had two 100-pound malamutes who were eaten by a lion, separately.
They were wandering alone when it got the first one. The lion would not have attacked the pair of them if they had been together, because the other one would have gravely injured if not killed it.
But alone, one could be pounced on from behind.
The thing to remember about lions is that they will never risk injury to themselves if they can possibly avoid it.
Because if injured they cannot hunt, and so it is usually a death sentence.
They don’t take down bucks with antlers therefore. Etc.
And if you make them think that you might be able to fight back enough to hurt them, they will only attack if starving to death, rabid, or protecting their cubs.
And there are too many deer for the starvation situation to apply.
Baby lion cubs are the most dangerous of possible encounters in the forest.
For the mother always knows where her cubs are, and now she knows where you are, but you do not know where she is.
That’s an underwear-changing scenario, or would be if people actually understand how close they stood to death at seeing cute little lion cubs “all by their lonesome in the forest”.
 
Yup.
They're supposed to be getting big cats out here now.
 
Hm, really?
You’re moving to Maine?
Or they’re moving south?
I wonder why that would be.
 
I meant in New England.
As opposed to the Rockies.
 
3:01 AM
I had heard there was some resurgence, but was unclear on how much.
You understand whose fault it is, right?
The wolf-killers, who let the deer population go supernova.
 
Yeah.
I'm well aware we have a deer population crisis. My former vehicle met one one night.
 
I recall.
You are not the optimal wolf surrogate.
 
No.
Better a deer than a moose, though.
 
Yes, plus you have those little deer there.
 
They're plenty big enough to wreck a car.
 
3:06 AM
White-tails usually weigh in at 130–290, although they can go a bit larger, into the 300s. Black-tails weigh in at 121–331 with trophy specimens weighing 460.
 
Big enough to kill you if you hit it. But moose can weigh 1500 lbs.
 
Don’t forget we have no just deer and moose, but also elk, which are like half-way between.
We have one of the smallest of elk subspecies, usually no more than 700 pounds.
 
I know. I saw a whole herd of elk up in the Tetons once.
 
Larger subspecies can be up to 1200 pounds.
But to a vehicle moving at 70 mph, the difference really won’t matter much.
 
Nope.
 
3:09 AM
We don’t have many moose deaths for a couple of reasons.
First, they tend to stay off the roads and in the wilderness.
Two, we have fewer moose than say Minnesota.
Three, people generally know not to pick a fight with a moose.
However, there are exceptions. The very former major of Granbe on the other side of Estes Park was trampled to death by a moose.
 
Haha.
 
And I mean very former in the sense of dead.
 
> English: a pink color
Really?
 
See the OED.
 
OK.
 
3:11 AM
Estes Park. What an abomination.
 
sighs
I’ve only encountered moose in Boulder County I think three times.
Although once was on foot on a trail, very close.
Whereas I see hundreds of elk scores of times per year here.
I’ve even walked AMIDST an elk herd of cows and calves once.
I was afraid they might step on me, but it was all cool.
Trust me, this was not by choice but necessity.
 
Scary.
 
Aw, they’re just giant bambis.
 
Although I walked amidst a herd of cattle as a little boy all the time.
No bulls, though.
 
Cows and calves aren’t so bad, but don’t bug the calves or the cows will bug you.
And a mother moose will try to kill you if she thinks you are monkeying around with her calf.
And at over half a ton of venison, she doesn’t even have to try very hard to succeed.
Her lack of antlers is no solace at all.
Just a coupla boogie-wookie bugle boys from Company B, up in the alpine tundra above timberline.
Those are the midsized cervids here, too, not the big ones.
 
3:22 AM
Are there any moose around?
 
Yeah.
 
Thems being the big ones.
But they almost never venture up into the tundra.
They need the wetlands for food.
 
How bout grizzlies?
 
NB: Their "Mother moose are very protective of their young!" == "She’ll kill you in a heartbeat if you give her even a hint of scaring her calf"
 
3:27 AM
Don't hafta be no hint, neither.
 
Hey guys, you know how Jasper always says “See you in your dreams"?
 
She just suspects, she'll kill you.
 
His quote on the starboard puts that in a whole nother light.
@Robusto Yes, that’s exactly right.
 
lol
 
Treat moose with the caution you would a grizzly, and you will be much more apt to survive the encounter than if you treat them like a little white-tailed bambi.
"Oh, but they’re herbivores!" So are hippos and water buffalo. So?
@skullpatrol No. But it is only a matter of time before they return. Twice now wolves have crept down into Colorado from the northern Rockies in recent years, following the Divide. Grizzlies could always do the same.
I really want the wolves and the grizzlies to return. We need it.
But until we have cheetahs again, the pronghorn have no predators.
A lion can’t catch them, nor wolves.
They evolved to outrun cheetahs (in the long run).
Nobody else stands a chance.
But they’re cute, and I’m nor worried about them anyway.
It’s the deer we need predators for.
 
3:40 AM
Off to bed. CU later.
 
Bye
 
4:31 AM
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4:49 AM
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5:48 AM
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5:53 AM
That^ is the one @cerberus :-)
 
Hello.
The one what?
Gee, thanks! Heart-warming.
 
 
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10:06 AM
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10:23 AM
@cryptic I will make it public domain. And sorry, but I have to remove also the attribution. Everything else it ok.
 
1:09 PM
@tchrist Maybe where you're from, but the midafternoon 'dinner' that I'm speaking of is cuturally not followed by supper later. Maybe it was where you're from.
 
 
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2:11 PM
> In your example above, I would pronounce Tolkien's trilogy "The Lord of the Rings" with no "thee" at all. To pronounce the long "e" in the first word of the title would be to suggest that there are pretenders to the title of Lord of the Rings and you want to make sure people understand that this one is the genuine article.
 
I agree
 
Ladies and gentlemen, in this corner we bring you The Lord of the Rings . . .
 
2:41 PM
OTH it can be fun to ask AE speakers to say water correctly. Most cannot pronounce the T ;-) — andy256 13 hours ago
@andy256 Given that you’re starting not merely from a false premise, but an offensively false one, is it any wonder that you piss people off when you do that? Seems like the most likely response you’re apt to solicit there would be [ˌdõbjə̃ˈnæs]. — tchrist 6 mins ago
Criminals and semini ejus have no manners.
 

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