Summer re-runs
Bones
It has recently been discovered (by me) that bones continue to grow even after death.
The rate of growth is very small, but bones do continue to process minerals and increase in size over the millennia.
Over a span of 65 million years, bones can make incredible size changes.
What this means to paleontologists, however is significant.
What it means is that dinosaurs were really quite small creatures.
The largest of which were never larger than a medium sized dog.
I have done a large amount of research on the matter and am certain of it's veracity.
Any sore loser paleontologists will just have to learn to live with it.
It has recently been discovered (by me) that bones continue to grow even after death.
The rate of growth is very small, but bones do continue to process minerals and increase in size over the millennia.
Over a span of 65 million years, bones can make incredible size changes.
What this means to paleontologists, however is significant.
What it means is that dinosaurs were really quite small creatures.
The largest of which were never larger than a medium sized dog.
I have done a large amount of research on the matter and am certain of it's veracity.
Any sore loser paleontologists will just have to learn to live with it.
posted by Lane Savant at 10:25 AM
9 Comments:
WHAT!!!??? It must be because they take on water?
No, it's actually because it's total BS.
I'm trying to start a new religion.
I just read your last five posts.
Beautiful.
A man after my own warped sense of humor.
I will be following for fun and profit.
Welcome aboard G, check out the archives.
BTW Jannie thanks for the triple exclamations and question marks. I live for reactions like that.
And what about the span of time our actual species lasted so far, the human being kind, how much did it change till now?
Hallo, Lane!
With your research, tell Speight to reduce the size of Fafner in "Siegfried" to that of "a medium-sized dog".
Tschüß,
Anonomann
Welcome to the Church
of the BS Prime!!??
I love it! Who needs science
when we have the poly-unsaturated
knowledge of Professor Lane
Savant, reading the backs of
match covers, and milk cartons,
and coming up with theories
that will boggle our poor
heads, and blow our socks off.
I seem to remember that hair,
fingernails, and teeth continue
to grow after death, and they
ain't bone. Hey, is it possible
they we, the gullible followers
of this blog, are the ones
being boned? For sure.
Odd to hear that you had no
use for the cars you built,
and had no use for the boats
you've built, nor half the
instruments you've made.
Gosh, maybe you are a natural
engineer, prophet, designer,
and construction dude, and
are just so busy with all
that building, that there is
no time for USE of those
things built. Very odd, that.
Then again, who the hell said
that you were normal, whatever
that is? We had a nice turnout
for THE LAST PICTURE SHOW on
Friday; 23 people. On Saturday,
I decided to do some catch up
ball and went to see
TRANSFORMERS II: Rise of the Fallen, and Michael Mann's
PUBLIC ENEMIES, with Johnny Depp
playing Johnny Dillinger; JD/JD,
get it? TRANSFORMERS got fried
by most of the critics, and
they all had their heads up
various asses, for it was fun,
great fun, very imaginative,
and the perfect sequel to
the original hit. There were
some complaints that two of
the Go-bots were sounding like
Hispanic gang bangers, calling
everyone punk bitches. I
thought it was funnier than
hell, but that's just me.
Spent Sunday doing the grunt
work on my week's schedule for
the Tacoma Film Club, setting
up an agenda for the Executive
Committee Meeting (sounds
official, enit?), and writing
an invitation for this Friday's
screening of TEXASVILLE. The
film comes off as a lame copy
of a bad Altman flick, or an
extended lost episode of
DALLAS, but it is still film
history, for it represents the
sequel to THE LAST PICTURE SHOW,
and sports most of the original
cast. Bogdanovich complained that
he was the victim of studio
editing, who cut the film into
a mish-mash episodic mess.
Gonna watch it regardless.
Today and tomorrow I get to
spend the whole shift down
in the Auditorium listening
to a seminar on RETIREMENT.
Now what could be sweeter
than that, folks?
And yes, a warm welcome to
"G", whom we might call
Gus, or George, since the
anonymous Georges get
numerous sometimes. Lots
of hi-jinks here at FFTL.
Warped sense of humor
is just the starting point.
Melva called from New
Brunswick, still having a
heck of a good time without
me. She and her sister are
cutting a wide swath across
the east coast of Canada.
Still getting fine weather,
loving the scenery, the museums,
the restaurants, and like
that. For reasons known
only to the universe, I
feel pretty good considering
this is the week of my
medical treatment. Maybe it
is those mysterious Iodine
tabs I got talked into
ingesting by my physical
therapist. That would be
cool, and it would verify
that some of my symptoms
are connected to the thyroid.
Ain't our bodies the nuts?
Have run dry on more
Alan Britt poems on FFTR,
and now am looking for
Scott Malby poetry. If it
is possible to overload one
of these blog sites, I may
be the one to do it. Then,
I guess, one just opens up
another one, enit?
Glenn
Hallo, Glenn!
Your comments might be more widely-read when they were not sooooooooo
loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
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