This is called direct registering and it is super cool to watch in slow motion!
I had no idea what I just watched, so here’s why this is cool:
Cats are capable of walking very precisely because, like all felines, they directly register; that is, they place each hind paw (almost) directly in the print of the corresponding fore paw, minimizing noise and visible tracks. This also provides sure footing for their hind paws when they navigate rough terrain.
their front paws have whisker like hairs on them, a little bit behind the pad, so they have greater sensory input on their front paws and so can ensure a sure footing once, putting their hind paws on directly the same spot means that, for the same processing power and focus, they can ensure sure footing on all four paws with only two sets of foot whiskers.
[video id: a short-haired white cat walks in slow motion along the crest of a sand dune, placing her hind paws directly into the indents left by her front paws of the same side so she leaves only a single set of tracks. She then turns to walk down the side of the dune, slipping a bit in the loose sand and beginning to run, but still maintaining her direct registering. end id]
— If the meds were switched, then when I got them mixed up, I… I accidentally switched them back, so… I gave Harlan… — The correct doses, yes. But not accidentally.
KNIVES OUT (2019)dir. Rian Johnson
I love this moment, not just because of the twist, but also because Marta has been dying the whole movie with not only fear and grief, but guilt at having caused the death of her patient, her friend.
For Benoit to take the time to reassure that this was not her fault, in way that is so kind and so clear, was lovely.
“You are a good nurse.” You can tell when he says that the he truly understands what is paining her the most. Just beautiful.
I have so much love for this film, and for the moment following this where Benoit tells her that, if Harlan had listened to her, he would still be alive. The blame is taken from her, in the kindest possible way, by someone she trusts. After all the goalpost moving and ‘ah, gotcha!’ and obsession with spoilers in cinema over the last decade, with characterisation abandoned and plotlines left unresolved, knives out is a kind film. It isn’t obsessed with tricking you or catching you out, just wants you along for the ride
The anxiety these days is bad dude like lol it’s straight up bumming me out and starting to just make me sad like I cannot enjoy shit without that underlying anxiety just eating at me from deep down
My favourite type of movie is “period piece romance but fantasy-horror hijinks happen and now everyone has to adapt to the new genre or die,” ala Curse of the Black Pearl, Anastasia, The Mummy (1999)
“everybody has to adapt to the new genre” is really criminally underutilized in general
Anxiety seems to consuming every hour of my days. I am always thinking and worrying over something, whether it is in the past, or the future. I try to stay in the present, but it rarely works.
I can’t enjoy things like I used to. I don’t know what to do. I’m out of therapy, but I’m worried going back again will just be a temporary reprieve, before I am once again coming back crying and afraid.
When did I become like this?
I love my art, but now I fear the days and what will happen to me.
I am exhausted by it because of the hours it wastes
Things I used to wave off about my body, I now overanalyze.
I shop because I fear the future and want something to look forward to that is ap package full of things I bought
But I also save money because I fear what happens if I shop too much
I bleach my hair for a sense of control, only to agonize over accidentally hurting myself from doing it, even though I’ve done it many times before.
I feel less inclined to dress up in fear that it will be ruined by my anxiety
I worry about going to new places and being overwhelmed because of what happened to me before
What has happened to me?
Did I grow older and everything overwhelms me?
Are there are just fears I need to face?
Am I sick? I’m always worried about being sick. Every week it’s fear of a sickness. And I’ll think about what I will have to do if I really am sick.
I worry about eating new food in fear of finding out I’m allergic
Reasons why that creative project has been sitting at 95% completed for months or years on end:
What remains to be done is all editing and revision, and you resent the fact that your work can’t just be perfect on the first try
You remember that there was something you wanted to change, but you didn’t write it down and now can’t recall what it was, and you can’t proceed until you figure it out
You’re stuck in a loop of “there’s this one problem that I know I can’t resolve without external feedback, but I don’t want to show it to anyone else until after that problem has been resolved”
It’s really the process that you enjoy, and you’ve learned that you can indefinitely postpone the emotional letdown of a completed project if you simply refuse to acknowledge that there’s nothing further to be done
The unhinged perfectionist part of your brain is convinced that calling a project finished is tantamount to admitting that you couldn’t have done it better
You got absorbed in a second project and genuinely forgot that the first one existed
i don’t want to be rich i don’t want to be famous i don’t want a million tiktok followers or what the fuck ever i just want a one bedroom apartment in a walkable community with neighbors i could borrow sugar from or bring cookies to when i bake extra and a job that i enjoy and that helps someone and pays me enough to afford my silly little one bedroom and groceries and something fun too at the end of the day and enough free time to sing and dance and read and write and spend time with the people i love and maybe have a dog and some plants to water and a shelf of books to read and a thrift store where i can buy weird clothes and faded denim jackets like i am not asking for anything big or grand or exciting i just want peace i want contentment i want just a little love how the fuck is this too much to ask for
I’m sick of all the brooding vampire stories. Like, I want a vampire like Elle Woods from Legally Blonde. Just a girl who’s all in the pink girly stuff and OWNING IT.
Like, Imagine a family of dark Victorian Vampries who are very traditional with a vampire daughter who’s wearing a Y2K pink sparkly jumpsuit with her nails freshly painted and her familiar toy poodle in her purse.
“Oh yeah! My Dad is Zachaeus Van Hellwrithe the III! I know he looks like SUUPPEER intimidating but, like he’s super sweet. We even got our nails painted together! :)”
She’s not treated like an outcast from her family and they fully embrace her pink sparkly quirkiness.
It’s so important to remember that tumblr is bad. Has been bad. And will likely remain bad for the foreseeable future. And that is vital to our survival. If Tumblr was a good website that worked, it would get turned into a corporate hellscape like every other site. It’s so important that Tumblr is broken and poorly run and impossible to effectively navigate. It’s all that’s keeping us safe.
