So this has been stuck in my head ever since I heard it three days ago.
this is the polar opposite of Everybody Knows Shits Fucked
i didn’t know this til i looked up the video on youtube, but this dude is a super cool and accomplished musician! his name is Rushad Eggleston–wikipedia describes him as “an innovative musician who has changed the way the cello is played,“ but according to his personal website he’s a “cello goblin & otherworldly jester currently touring earth”
wait, how does this work with all those giant prehistoric bugs (scorpions and dragonflies and stuff) that were giant in the time of the dinosaurs or whatever. Is it just that they were species that never needed to molt or is there some other reason why this wasn’t an issue for them?
I don’t think insects molt. I don’t know if Scorpions do.
Limitations of oxygen metabolism are different when amount of oxygen is different.
That makes sense
To answer the original question more fully:
On earth, water tends to have a wider range of possible oxygen concentrations than air (mostly because gas is more immediately turbulent, whereas liquids are waaay less immediately turbulent (but technically both are still fundamentally turbulent, unless of the super variety (but I mean come on))). If that’s indeed a major thing constraining lobster size, there would be places small lobsters can go that old lobsters can’t, so maybe someone could look for evidence of that. The maximum size would then be determined by the accessible environmental maximum of oxygen concentration, which could be crazy high in some places, idano. On land, the species size maximum is generally set by much harder limits related to oxygenation and circulation physics stuff. When submerged, the wateriest subsets of land-biology anatomy lose many of the gravitation/bouyancy-related pressures they’ve had to contend with since first leaving the water (in the evolutionary sense). This is also why human legs swell up shrink [edit: herpderp] for a while when we first inhabit microgravity.
The size distribution of water-animals-that-didn’t-leave-for-a-while-and-then-return-with-fucking-upwards-facing-nostrils-on-their-backs will have a more apparent per-species variance than we’re used to seeing on land. Robert Wadlow was only about me-and-a-half along the longest dimension, and his heart gave out pretty early. So, like, fish and crustaceans and cephalopods and reptiles and stuff, but not mammals. Whales can be big, but they still have a hard in-vivo developmental upper bound on size from the doggo days.
No, but seriously, do you know how amazing Vincent Price is?
Not just as an actor, although he was a blast to watch in everything he did. He’s one of those actors who’s just clearly having a whale of a time, no matter how bad the film is. He’s just genuinely happy to be there (it makes his villains a particular delight, and he played a LOT of them).
But did you know that he was also on the PFLAG board after his daughter came out to him? And that he was one of the earliest celebrities to speak out against the silence surrounding the AIDS epidemic?
Did you know that when his daughter came out to him, he admitted to her that it had been difficult for him during his first two marriages, because his wives had not been pleased to find out that their husband was just as interested in men as they were?
That’s right, kids, Vincent Price was BISEXUAL AS FUCK, and it was one of those open Hollywood secrets. And his wife Coral Browne? The one he grew old with and wrote cookbooks with and was basically ridiculously sweet with?
Also bisexual as fuck. They were the queer power couple of Hollywood in the 70s. His daughter, Victoria, grew up around Rock Hudson and members of the LGBT community. When she came out, Vincent Price became a board member of PFLAG and was just about the most accepting and awesome dad.
Did you know that Vincent Price played Oscar Wilde in a one-man play, and when it was denounced by anti-gay activist Anita Bryant, he dismissed her right back, saying that Oscar Wilde had already come up with a term for her: a Woman of No Importance? Because Vincent Price was deliciously witty and an awesome person.
Let me conclude with a quote from his daughter (from this article, where I got a lot of this information):
‘“In a funny way, and I think I’m going to cry, he understood me at 22 better than I understood myself then,” Price concluded. “Of course, he was in his 70s and lived a hell of a lot longer than I had, and he understood that at the end of the day it’s about who and what and how we love. And I have not been a person who has been very successful at conventional relationships, but loving well and loving deeply has been the most important thing to me.”’
Happy birthday, Vincent Price. You were a gem of an actor, and an even greater human being.
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