Live action. Yogi Bear movie. Preview. (Shoot me now, please)
Jul 29th
A little part of me just died inside.
Living in an Amish Paradise…
Jul 28th
Is it Wednesday already?
Last weekend, I went and saw Weird Al Yankovic perform in concert in Boca Raton, Florida with my friends Lyn and Ryan. Our seats were pretty good – and you can see in this video:
The concert was AWESOME (to say the least.)
Afterwards, we went to Boomers in South Florida. There – Lyn and I tried to kill ourselves.
See?
Since I’m writing this it’s safe to assume I am dead and blogging from the grave. BOO.
Right now I’m SWAMPED with prepping for Anime Festival Orlando and Gen Con… so expect some erratic posts over the next week.
Testing Mobile Posting (again)
Jul 26th
I have a WordPress app on my phone which (last time I tested it) didn’t work well with adding photos. I am trying it again. If it worked, you should see the awesome Weird Al shirt I got this past weekend (which I will post more about later.)
NOTE: Didn’t work right. I’ll try to make another post in a few.
Beast Wars may suck, but Dinosaur Ridge DIDN’T!
Jul 24th
This post has nothing to do with Transformers, but throwing in a Beast Wars title after last week’s hubbub was too easy to pass up.
My father-in-law LOVES dinosaurs. The man’s home office contains books, statues and toys of all kinds of dinosaurs; some of them older than me. That said, some of the interest rubbed off on his daughter, so Shannon and I found our way to Dinosaur Ridge in Colorado.
The importance of the place (according the museum guide) stems back to the dinosaur books from our childhood. Remember pre-Jurassic Park how dinosaurs were always drawn with their tails dragging behind them? Well, check out this photo I took:
Notice anything missing from the tracks? That’s right: no tail trail. Allegedly, the discovery of these tracks (while making way for a new hyperspace bypass or something) helped drive the point home that dinosaurs, like dogs, don’t drag their tails.
Seeing the tracks was a fun way to kill a couple of hours (and get some exercise in the process). Also, add this to the list of odd signs you won’t run into in Florida:
After the trek up the hill and back, Shannon and I walked around the gift shop and met the aforementioned museum guide. A younger guy, he seemed really REALLY excited about dinosaurs and fossils. Thanks to him, I now know that the state fossil for Florida is the Eupatagus and the state fossil for Colorado was the Stegosaurus. The guide had them all memorized. Snazzy.
