I would be remiss if I didn't drag you along with me for some ed-joo-mah-kay-shun as well. Because the struggle is much funner with a group, don't cha think??
As part of the rickety, broken-down ritual that sometimes attempts to be this blog's Wanderlust Wednesday, I will present you with some highly significant paleontological discoveries we made while visiting the gurgling, fetid, sulfur hell hole that Los Angelinos fondly refer to as either " East Beverly Hills", or the more common "La Brea Tar Pits".
(because if they were to allude to the fact that the stank of this place rivals 130 roofs and 5 highways being tarred simultaneously, they would lose a serious chunk of tourism coinage)
Here, only a short hop-skip-jump away from Tiffany and Rodeo Drive, is a little slice of nerd nirvana.
OK, not just nerds - they pander to a wide demographic.
There's the obligatory Wooly Mammoth crap for the kids:
seriously wooly - I'm thinking that wax for the Brazilian had not yet been discovered
There's the bird skeletons for the ornithologists/anorexics in the crowd:
"Seriously, Bernice. I had to evolve those feathers - they were making my butt look HUGE!"
"Streisand!" "No, Minelli!" "Streisand" "No, Minelli!!"
"Here they go again, Roger. Why don't they just **ck and be done with it, already?"
Not only were we able to witness first-hand all the fascinating work being undertaken amongst the captive scientists:
We were able to make a few of our own:
click on photo for full picture
Note here - not only are we able to see the the sinking/emerging Mastodon from the Pleistocene Era, but encircled in red is derma of the Sus Scrofa Domestica/Raiderista from the Lower Jurassic period.
Exciting stuff, that.
And I'm sorry - if that new little factoid didn't just enrich your life by about 1000 percent, I don't really know what else I can do.
Maybe you are not ready for the science that I am laying down.
(because if they were to allude to the fact that the stank of this place rivals 130 roofs and 5 highways being tarred simultaneously, they would lose a serious chunk of tourism coinage)
Here, only a short hop-skip-jump away from Tiffany and Rodeo Drive, is a little slice of nerd nirvana.
OK, not just nerds - they pander to a wide demographic.
There's the obligatory Wooly Mammoth crap for the kids:
seriously wooly - I'm thinking that wax for the Brazilian had not yet been discoveredThere's the bird skeletons for the ornithologists/anorexics in the crowd:
"Seriously, Bernice. I had to evolve those feathers - they were making my butt look HUGE!"There's the Roman-Greco wrasslin' lions out front, for the eroticists:
"Streisand!" "No, Minelli!" "Streisand" "No, Minelli!!"And the kinda creepy accompanying statues just on the other side of the pathway, to validate those who just like to watch:
"Here they go again, Roger. Why don't they just **ck and be done with it, already?"Not only were we able to witness first-hand all the fascinating work being undertaken amongst the captive scientists:
We were able to make a few of our own:
click on photo for full pictureNote here - not only are we able to see the the sinking/emerging Mastodon from the Pleistocene Era, but encircled in red is derma of the Sus Scrofa Domestica/Raiderista from the Lower Jurassic period.
Exciting stuff, that.
And I'm sorry - if that new little factoid didn't just enrich your life by about 1000 percent, I don't really know what else I can do.
Maybe you are not ready for the science that I am laying down.
10 comments:
No, I'm ready for the science that you're laying down, it's positively Mystery Science 3000 Theatre-esque.
Possibly, have you thought up a starter sentence?
Wow .. usually I take my science standing up, didn't you know if you take it sitting down you can gain weight ..
Count Cormac: Shucks. I was going for more of a John Hodgeman vibe, as a homage to a job well done at the Emmys...
Countess Daryl: Up, down, sideways - positions are such a personal thing, non?
*snort* Why am I always snorting when I visit? You are damn funny, that is why.
Countess TNA: Maybe you have a sinus condition brought on by my mirth virus. Or maybe...you're just a snortoholic. That's cool with me.
You have a wickedly wonderful sense of humor; I embraced my inner snortaholic after reading about the anorexic ostrich (or whatever bird/dinosaur that is...See? Your science lessons are indeed paying off).
Countess CBW: Well, I hope you washed your hands after embracing your inner snortoholic. H1N1 and all that. Perhaps, with a recommendation letter from you, I could apply for that professorship.
Ahhh! The Tar Pits. Now that's quite a walk down memory lane for me. Thanks for holding my hand.
I'm pretty sure that's a Mastodon turd.
Countess NATUI: I'll continue to hold your hand - unless, of course, you've been touching that manky mammoth...
Countess FF: I'm gonna have to trust you on this one.
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