tired, but not a bad tiredThis morning's entry seemed so brief and dry I thought I should tack a little something on. I don't wish to be perceived as brief and dry. I'd rather be perceived as damp and long-winded.
I'm trying hard to make reading-for-pleasure time, but Jak II keeps getting in the way. I did read a good bit of the latest Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology yesterday, including two papers on sauropod dinosaurs — "An articulated specimen of the titanosaurian (Dinosauria: Sauropoda) Epachthosaurus sciuttoi from the early Late Cretaceous Bajo Barreal Formation of Chubut Province, Argentina" and "The skull of Rapetosaurus krausei (Sauropoda: Titanosauria) from the Late Cretaceous of Madagascar." Then, when we finally dragged our sorry asses off to bed, Spooky read me the prologue to Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes (perfect prose poetry), as well as Dr. Seuss' The Lorax (who speaks for the trees).
