• Location: Birmingham, Alabama
• Mood: tired
• Music: Eliot Sumner, "Say Anything You Want"

Howard Hughes and Some Stuff

Sunny and still warmer today. We reached 82˚F.

I'm reading my way through the new JVP. I have, of course, read "A systematic review of the giant alligatoroid Deinosuchus from the Campanian of North America and its implications for the relationships at the root of Crocodylia." I've also read "A new carcharodontosaurian theropod from the Lusitanian Basin: evidence of allosauroid sympatry in the European Late Jurassic" and "A New Genus of Chimaerid Fish (Holocephali, Chimaeridae) from the Upper Oligocene Sooke Formation of British Columbia, Canada." I also got back to work on Winifred today, but what I'd hope was a complete cervical rin turned out to be only a fragment and another "bone" was discovered to be nothing more than a corprolite. When I told Spooky she said, "Well, poop." because she thinks she's funny.

I'm reading Dracula, for the holiday. I am fairly well convinced that Dracula is the only genuinely great vampire novel ever written, and everything else has been fluff or footnotes.

Oh, hey. I had a baloney sandwich for dinner. Who saw that coming?

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast




4:40 p.m.