This isn't a real post: it's a bunch of pics from our trip to the Houston Museum of Natural Science for my birthday (because the MAGNA CARTA was there, people, and nothing makes my geeky medieval heart beat quite as fast as a piece of parchment that was written in 1217).
After I stopped
drooling on the glass attempting to read tiny scribblings I'm told are supposedly in Latin but were written on really old skin, in fading ink, in a different language, by some sort of hobbit sized scribe erm... blind monks thrifty people trying to save messenger fees...
Anyway, after we finished geeking out over the Magna Carta we spent some time in the Paleontology exhibit.
Wherein I met monsters that I'm afraid are digging holes in my front yard and some unfortunate fellows had...incidents.
First, there were bugs. LOTS OF GIANT SNAKEPIDER BUGS.
|If THIS is what's making a goddamned hole in my front garden, FUCK NO.|
|FUCKETY FUCK FUCK NO!!!!|
Then, there were super awesome giant cross sections of huge trees that lived about a zillion years before man was even a blip on the cosmic radar. And they're pretty.
|I'm 6' tall. This cross section of a fossilized tree is taller than me...just how many rings IS that?|
Or, prehistoric humans could fly. It's rather difficult to tell.
|See the skeleton? Natural Selection at it's best.|
Nope, this dude DEFINTELY looks like he's having a piss-poor hunting day. Maybe the Mammoth learned to appreciate human flight deaths from Robin Arryn? (Yes, that's a Game of Thrones reference. What? This could be the brother of the sad mammoths that died at the Wall)
|You win this round, Mammoth.|
And thus our trip to the museum ended. And I'm reminded that even though I'm closer to 40 today, I still have a longer life span than people who tried to fly around mammoths. And that's enough for me.
|Mammoth Butt. The End.|