Dinosaurs: children of darkness

As you may have already heard, research published in this week’s Science, suggests that many dinosaurs were active at night.  You know who else are active at night? vampire bats.  Also, werewolves.  And I was never exactly sure what a warlock is, but I’m pretty sure they run around hexing things at night to. Oh yeah, and hobgoblins. And whatever the hell is going on here.

Point is, dinosaurs were Satanists. Some of them anyway.  Probably.

Not that this comes as any surprise really.  I mean, Dracorex? Mahakala? Balaur? Rapator? Pantydraco?

Just this week brings word of Daemonosaurus chauliodus an Upper Triassic theropod that one can only assume had a penchant for black candles and Aleister Crowley.

Scaphognathus, it seems, was more of a wanabee “goth” than a true child of darkness: note the contrived faux-vegetarianism (with those teeth buddy? who are you kidding?) and the mascara. (Photo: Lars Schmitz hilariously interpreted by BBC News.)

This, <ahem>, “Pterodactyl dinosaur” might just be having a weird reaction to Ambien.

You might be thinking we are fortunate to be rid of these dark hordes.  Guess you haven’t been hanging out with oilbirds lately.

So, um, if you were hoping for a thoughtful analysis of this cool paper looks like you came to the wrong place.

Fortunately lead author (and friend!) Lars Schmitz has his own blog where he lays out the background, methodology and significance of this awesome study.  Go check it out! (After you watch these Sabbath videos).

All hail mighty Ba’al, or whatever.

Dude : 0.5 Decades with microecos

Technically this is called a "cluster-amplexus."

Were this blog a human child its (his?) head would be nearly adult size. Visual tracking would be well developed. Little microecos would be learning to skip and ride a wheeled toy with “speed and skillful steering.” He would be getting a handle on verb tense and object classification. He would get jokes and boast about his accomplishments. We’d be gearing up for kindergarten and shopping for kid-friendly cellular phones.

Of course, if this blog was, in fact, a human child, I would probably be in jail given the last few months of patent neglect, and, anyway, let’s be frank, dubious guardianship up to this point. I mean the standing borderline fugue state you have come to expect from this blog clearly betrays some deep-seated emotional trauma, right?

So yeah, five years.  So many broken links, spoiled references, disintegrating flimsy jokes, curious earnest comments. Half a decade on it seems this blog doesn’t need new content – it needs a freaking curator. And a new domain. And a companion Tumblr.  And a Twitter account. And a Twizzler. And a Bublé. And a Twickle. And some Audioblasts. And some new weekly features that I keep up with for a week, at least. And moar thalattosaurs. And more original music videos:

Maybe I’ll finish that bird meme I started in 2006.

I am five-years old. I am a tree. I impel my rolling steed with speed and skillful steering…