Woo hoo!
Pigeon made
his triumphant return to dance along with the Ugly Monkey’s tunes!
Woo hoo! again!
Sorry, got excited. Anyway, the other was a Nannotyrannus.
The rotating Triceratops
skull was impressive as always, but he added value to that as well. He pointed
out the different parts of the brain in the casting, and commented that the
smell section was much larger in the Tyrannosaur. He also mentioned that our
round human brains are quite the anomaly in nature. We learned that the size of
the head and frill meant Triceratops needed MASSIVE neck muscles to control
that head. Therefore they were often found with the skulls torn completely off
by Tyrannosauruses trying to get at all that muscle meat. On the skull he showed us damage points that
matched up with the horn shape of other Triceratops, indicating they’d battle
like modern sheep and goats. The eye placement behind large ridges protected
their vision in such fights. Finally (still looking at one exhibit) Arlo
referenced a recently discovered Ceratopsian with a twenty foot frill. (He
seemed impressed I guessed it was hollow, not solid like Triceratops.)
Education continued in
this room at the Utahraptor. They were not fast runners like the movie shows,
but instead had hugely powerful legs allowing a deadly pounce with their gigantic
toe claws. As a reference to modern hunting birds he mentioned the Australian
Wedge Tailed Eagle, which swoops down and grabs kangaroos. This has taken the
place of the Harpy Eagle who soars through South American forests eating
Monkeys as the coolest bird of prey on my list.
(Don't you have a list? Why not?)
At this point he pulled
out the Raptor puppet he uses “for kids.” We’re kids at heart so it was a
welcome addition.
Next to the Utahraptor was
the other new full scale edition, the Nannotyrannus, and also Stan the
Tyrannosaur skull. I feel like he Arlo was happy to have a Dinosaur savvy group
because he could get deeper into the information in his talk. I had known there
was a debate whether Nannotyrannus was its own species or a young Tyrannosaur.
This allowed him to dovetail off into a discussion of the tooth size and shape,
indicating different methods of hunting and killing prey. He likened the debate
to people in the future discovering housecat skeletons and deciding humans kept
baby tigers and lions as pets.
He went over extinction
theories, and about the presence of elements only found in asteroids being in a
crater solidifying the idea that the impact had something to do with it.
However, he also described new disease vectors as the seas dried up, which I
recognized from Dr. Bakker’s Dinosaur
Heresies as being a large contributor. We talked about the book,
comparisons to the current unpleasantness, and had a grand time.
With the new editions, the
Mammoth skull was in a smaller room, along with other mammal bones. In yet
another “New thing learned” the huge holes in the Smilodon skull proved they
had enormously long whiskers. He showed us the skull of a “Medium Ground
Sloth.” It was still massive by modern standards but much smaller than the
Giant one. Dr. Bakker told him they could easily lift an attacking Smilodon and
hurl it a great distance away. Fun!
The living reptiles shared
the room with the prehistoric mammals in the new configuration. With the
Mosasaur head moved, there was no monitor lizard. (Alas.) The Turtles were still there,
and making distracting noises as they walked around. Pandemics being what they
are, the Snakes stayed in their tank.
The tour finished in the
working Paleontology room, where Anabelle did her traditional cleaning of Kevin
the Apatosaurus skull. I did a little too. Woo!
Using small plastic model
as a visual aid, Arlo showed us a long Sauropod tail and said while older ideas
theorized it was a weapon, more recent ideas think of it as a huge whisker,
used to check what was behind the enormous animals.
Since the topic returned
to the Jurassic, I noted that on the shelf with various Sauropod heads downstairs,
“Brontosaurus” was in quotes. I asked him about it, thinking I heard
Brontosaurus was back. He gave us a brief history of the egos clashing in the
Cope and Marsh bone wars. It turns out that while Apatosaurus was named first,
there are enough differences that Brontosaurus was a unique species. I told him
about the Camarasaur head on the AMNH Apatosaurus for years due to the same
egos, yielding a face palm from him. He was very appreciative of the new sign
they have that basically says, “We think this is right based on current
evidence but it could change.” He explained paleontology is like buying incomplete puzzles at multiple
yard sales and hoping to figure out what the picture is, or even if they are
part of the same puzzle.
I added a new Ceratopsian
and a spiky Nodosaur to my Carnegie collection. Arlo passed on one final tale
of a friend who stepped on that plastic Nodosaur, and had to go to the ER for the big
hole in his foot.
With Pigeon the stuffed
Red River Hog resuming his choreographic duties, we drove the Ugly Monkey over
to the mall containing Fogó, the Brazilian Barbecue we were meeting the rest of
the group at for the (Day before) Mother’s Day lunch. We drove completely around
the mall, trying to figure out how to both park relatively close by, yet avoid
the valet parking.
Rosa and I knew how these
worked, with the green (BRING ME ALL THE MEAT!) and red (STOP BEFORE I BURST!)
indicators. However, we realized it had been over twenty years since either of
us had been to one.
I went with friends on Long Island when
Rosa and I had first started dating, but she was home. This meant they all accused me of
having an “Imaginary Girlfriend in Peru.” Rosa had gone to an actual “In Brazil”
barbecue before she met me. We had planned to all go again to prove Rosa existed, but having one of our group learn his spare tire was
stolen after our visit to the Valet Parking Only place on Long Island prevented
a return.
There was MUCH MEAT!
It was GOOD!
(Yee-Hi!
(Yee-Hi!
Sweet and Meaty!)
Upon reviewing the staff,
Anabelle concluded that no one who worked there was really a human being. We
mostly doubted what she was saying…until we took a long hard look at the guy
running the omelet station. It is possible that preventing her from spreading
this information outside of the restaurant is why the server poured some of his
ice water down the back of her chair onto her butt.
Everyone has different
tactics for pacing at an all you can eat place. My plan worked well. Outside of
the delivered skewers, I only used the salad bar out of all the buffet options to lay a spinach and tomato
base on my plate with a small bit of dressing.
Oh, and some garlic mashed
potatoes and little yucca rolls they brought to the table because…Good Lord!
The rolls were good enough to inspire the Spanish speakers to sing a little “pan-cito” song.
The rolls were good enough to inspire the Spanish speakers to sing a little “pan-cito” song.
(Including Rosa as they were Gluten Free.)
The potatoes were good enough that no one said a word while eating them.
There were a large variety
of meats delivered to us on those giant skewers. Titi raved about the
sausages and requested them multiple times. By the time the server brought
them, she asked for a mere three sausage molecules. We had a little to cheer the guy
up, but the only sadder server we saw was the Parmesan crusted pork man. No one
at the table wanted to try his wares, and his skewers were full every time we
saw him wandering unhappily about the place.
Anabelle and I also paced ourselves better
than the rest of the gang for two reasons.
1) We don’t eat lamb.
2) We passed on the well done beef that came by to wait on “as rare as you have it” pieces.
Therefore, we were still
going when everyone else stopped.
This was fantastic as the
guys with bordering on raw New York strip and Top Sirloin (which Anabelle had a
religious experience with) came by twice at the end.
Full and happy, we exited
to our two vehicles, and accompanied by renewed "full and happy" Pigeon dances, we drove the
Ugly Monkey to Walmart (again) for yet more supplies.
At home we rested a
little, and Anabelle started a painting. Then we took a post carnivore walk
around the lake. The wind was at ridiculous levels, battering a Mama Mallard
and her ten little Ducklings as they tried to battle the waves on the
shoreline. They followed us a good way around, stayed on some rocks as we
continued to the playground and swam alongside us again as we returned. Nothing
like fearfully watching tiny, helpless baby animals almost get dashed to bits to make the de-stressing part of the walk less effective.
Titi went to bed before
the movie ended the night before (and MANY other times.) She finished Fantastic Four II while we rested up,
then we continued the Rock movies tradition while watching Rampage. It was fun, I’m always up for kaiju variations, and like
most Rock movies it mixed excitement with comedy. Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Malin Ackerman (The Comedian and Silk Specter
II from Watchmen) appearing in it
would be important later.
Anabelle mocked me heavily
when I showed her the screen of the “old people game” the film was based on,
sarcastically stating how fun it looked. Once all three creatures reached
Chicago at the climax, I made a comment that they were “rampaging.”
Anabelle’s eyes widened and she said:
“Oooooooh!”
We chatted a bit
downstairs about life in general, Disney Trivia and what we THOUGHT we were doing the next
day before turning in.
The potatoes were good enough that no one said a word while eating them.
1) We don’t eat lamb.
2) We passed on the well done beef that came by to wait on “as rare as you have it” pieces.
Anabelle’s eyes widened and she said:
“Oooooooh!”
2 comments:
I'm glad I'm vegetarian, because I'd probably end up feeling sorry for the rejected meat-bringers and eat a bunch of stuff I didn't want.
Beautiful scenery photo with the clouds (one above the ducks). The ducks picture is nice too. The ducks...and also the rocks are beautiful.
I'm glad you had wonderful dinosaur conversations with a fellow expert.
VERY exciting foreshadowing at the end there.
Thank you, that's an advantage to Colorado. Even a shmoe like me can get a good picture almost anywhere.
The first rule of surviving a Brazilian Barbecue is you have to not be afraid to say, "No thanx."
That museum is tiny but always extremely informative.
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