Okay. Last night I had a post in my head. It was about dinosaurs.
You won’t be reading that post. Because I went to bed. Without writing it. And now I don’t remember a word of it. It wasn’t about dinosaurs as much as it just had several references to dinosaurs to pull it together.
I remember thinking last night about mummies, and wondering if there’s an internment ceremony when museums display mummies, but that wasn’t dinosaur-related. And last night I watched the Indiana Jones movie with James Bond. There were no dinosaurs in that, though. I did a search on “dinosaur” to see if I had posted it before. Evidently not. I must have left a comment on someone else’s blog about the freaking dinosaurs.
I know I’ve mentioned (somewhere) that when I would drive with my grandmother in South Saint Louis County where the highway is channeled through the foothills and shows the strata in the rocks, she would say “That’s how you can tell the dinosaurs were here.” And of course I assumed they built the highway into the channel that the dinosaur tails had left behind.
But that wasn’t it, either.
It’s like Kublai Khan, only backwards.
7 responses to “Dinosaurs”
Nahk Ialbuk?
I see you’ve now posted what you planned to yesterday, but I’ll add a little filler here. My daughter has now made the leap from Why do we all die? to What happens to our stuff when we’re dead? to Why are all the dinosaurs dead? to Who got all of the dinosaurs’ stuff?So there. Bonus existential dinosaur thoughts.
Zayrina – That took me at least ten minutes to figure out, since I was reading the comment separate from the post.Caroline – Museums. Easy.
I don’t suppose the typo helped.*Type it backwards and change a letter, that’ll waster her time.*
Waster would be waste if I wouldn’t type while wasted.
Zayrina – Thanks for wasting more of my time as I searched for the letter you supposedly changed. WHICH YOU DID NOT.
I really should not be allowed near a keyboard since I become a danger to society.