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.
