Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Buddy Cop Request



Request from Shen: "Dinosaur buddy-cop story and they love sushi"


Donate $10 and I'll write you a dinosaur short story with your requested genre, dinosaurs and whatever fun, silly, ridiculous thing you want to add.

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“I’m telling you, all sauropods are pacifists,” Stan said, snagging a piece of Fern Roll from the sushi boat. It was Sushi-boat-Friday at Fukuiraptor’s and Stan and his partner Elliot never missed Sushi-boat-Friday.
“That’s kind of a blanket statement about an entire species, man,” Elliot responded flatly, a salmon piece stuffed into his mouth. The massive pentaceratops officer shrugged his shoulders, his face impassive.
“You ever see a sauropod mixed up in anything beyond bickering civil stuff? They’re just peaceful people. It’s not a bad thing.”
“Doesn’t matter if it’s a bad thing. You shouldn’t make broad strokes about species. Like, everyone says ceratopsians are inherently grumpy,” Elliott said with eyebrows raised, pointing a chopstick at his partner’s always mildly grumpy, bored face.
“We are,” Stan said dryly. “And velociraptors aren’t funny.”
“Ha. Ha,” Elliott snorted. “You believe this guy, Fuku-san? Calling us raptors not funny.”
Fuku-chan glanced up from where he was prepping more of his masterpieces, his feathers graying around the edges but his eyes still sharp. “He said velociraptors aren’t funny.”
“Ha!” Stan barked, cracking a smile.
“Traitor,” Elliot mumbled at Fuku-san, who shrugged and passed off a roll to be delivered before pointing his sushi knife at Stan with an eyebrow cocked.
“And sauropods are peaceful until you cut them off in traffic, officer. Watch yourself.”
“Fair enough,” Stan conceded, going for another piece of Fern Roll when their radio came to life.
“All units, we have a robbery in progress at Hell Creek first national,” the dispatcher’s voice rattled off, causing the duo to glance at each other over their lunch.
“That’s us, big guy,” Elliot grinned, putting his chopsticks down and nodding a thanks to Fuku-san. The old raptor was already moving their plates out of the way and telling them to be careful as the officers headed for the door.
Stan clipped his flashing light to his tall frill, the pulsing blue bulb fitting just below the dip lined with sloping spikes. Elliot leaped onto his back as his pentaceratops partner took off towards the bank. Since Stan knew Saurian City inside and out, he fired through the side streets to make record time, weaving past the passing food vendors and tiny mammal tourists. Officer Bruce, a tough ankylosaur cop, was standing out front with his rookie, a nervous hardosaur who’s name escaped them.
“What do we know so far?” Stan asked as he trotted up beside Bruce, who was shaking his head with a scowl, his armored plated brows furrowed.
“At least two inside and the staff is being held hostage,” Bruce growled. “No idea if they’re armed, but I think it’s safe to say they must have something lethal.”
“Probably a safe bet.” Stan scanned the big building with windows lining the sides and top of the building and glanced at his partner. “Elliot, you up for a little gliding practice?”
The raptor groaned and flexed his arm feathers. “You know these aren’t meant for that, Stan.”
“You can get up there better than I can, and we don’t have any pterosaur officers here yet. You up for it?” Stan nodded towards the windows, eyeing his wary, small, feathered friend. Elliot was tiny compared to his huge partner, and they often used his smaller size to their advantage in fights and sneaky tactics. One such tactic was to launch Elliot through the air like a feathery torpedo to reach higher vantage points to get a good sight on a situation.
“Up for it. Hilarious.” Elliot pouted, climbing onto Stan’s frill and patted one of his big brow horns when he was set. With a well practice flick of his neck, Stan threw his partner into the air, aiming at the higher windows on the building. Elliot stretched his feathery arms, using them to steady himself just enough to keep from falling or smacking too hard into the glass. Inside, the frightened staff of the bank was huddled together as two masked dinosaurs raided the place. One big theropod, probably a teenaged tyrannosaur from his size, held a gun in his tiny arms, aimed at the hostages who stayed closed together. Inside the vault, a pachycephalosaurus was stuffing money into a large bag. Elliot could tell the robber’s species by the short, sharp horns that poked through the mask around the back and sides of his head.
Elliot motioned down his his partner: two suspects, one armed, Tiny Arms and Baldy.
Back up was on the way, and the officers knew they needed to get inside before things got too scaly, so they made their move. Bruce used his club tail to knock in the doors, Stan rushing inside with his horns pointed forward.
“Freeze, coprolite!” Stan commanded, his booming voice bouncing off the walls. Bruce came in as backup, his rookie pale but holding his weapon in his shaky hands. Elliot creeped in from above, perched up on the window ledge high above to wait for his opening.
“D-Don’t move! I--I’ll shoot!” the teenager trex yelled under his mask, his eyes wide with fear. Elliot had been right, he was just his kid, and it made Stan ease up a little.
“Put the weapon down, son,” Stan said calmly. “You don’t wanna do this.”
“Don’t listen to those lizards!” the pachy barked, slinging the back of money over his shoulder, the smile evident in his voice even if they couldn’t see his ugly mug. “Don’t make another move, or he’ll shoot the hostages!”
The bank staff sniffled and whined in fear, causing Stan to grit his teeth. The trex’s terrified eyes darted between his boss and Stan, wide and scared which was so unlike his species normal bold facade. This poor kid was barely out of the egg and it broke Stan’s heart.
“I-I…” the trex stammered, his little arms shaking almost as much as the hardosaur rookie in the background. The pachy scowled at his hesitation and marched forward, snatching the gun from his tiny hand and shoved him away.
“I’ll do it myself!” he yelled, taking aim at the cops and cackled triumphantly. Stan lowered his big frill and took a stand in front of Bruce and his rookie, trying to shield them from the line of fire.
“YAAA!” Elliott yelled as he leapt from the window’s edge, soaring through the air and landing flat on the pachy’s face in a flutter of wings and claws. The masked, round domed robber yelled in alarm, firing a shot in the air as he tried to swipe the tiny raptor off of his face. The hostages screamed, the rookie hadrosaur cried out as the bullet bounced off Bruce’s hard armor, and Stan charged forward with his horns and tackled the raptor-faced pachy to the ground. Taking a pentaceratops to the ribs left the pachy winded and bruised, Stan making sure his horns didn’t stab him but just pin him in place.
Elliot quickly cuffed the pachy and Stan hauled the suspect to his dizzy feet.
“Did you have to yell a battle cry when you jumped at him?” Stan asked amused as they lead the pachy outside to the waiting backup.
“Uh, yeah. Otherwise it’s not heroic,” Elliot scoffed like it was obvious. “It’s like you’ve never watched action movies before.”
Stan shook his head, as he shoved the defeated pachy into the back of the squad car. “Wanna go back to finish out Sushi-boat-Friday?”
“You bet your horns I do,” Elliot said gleefully, hopping on the back of his friend to hitch a ride. “Hey, what did the sushi say to the soy sauce?”
“Oh god,” Stan groaned, already not liking where this was headed. Elliot snickered happily before answering.
“You’re my soymate!” he snorted.
“Scutes, don’t start with the puns, Elliot,” Stan pleaded, his grumpy nature reappearing.
“Hey, hey. You need to control your tempura!” the little raptor cackled at his partner's distress.
“You’re not funny, Elliot.”
“No, I’m punny,” he corrected.
“Please stop.”
“That’s just how I roll. Get it...like sushi?!” Elliot howled in laughter.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Welcome Home!

My Tiktaalik Made It!


He's even more adorable than I could have thought. 

I had such a long day at work yesterday. I just started a new shift and adjusting to it has been very rough. I went from working 3PM-11PM Monday-Friday, to 7AM-3PM Thursday-Monday. 

Yeah.

Needless to say, I worked a long stretch from when my new shift started after the old one ended, and had to completely redo my sleeping habits. I've also been training someone at work, which has been trying but he's getting better, but it adds to be already exhausted state. I ended up having to stay 4 extra hours at work yesterday, having been up since 4:30AM and on the edge of sanity I was a touch grumpy.

Meeting my Tiktaalik definitely made my day all worth it.







Friday, January 27, 2017

A Freaking Dream Come True

Plushie Tiktaalik




I finally get a huggable Tiktaalik.

For those you may be unfamiliar with this sweet, lovable face, I posted about Tiktaalik before on my blog back in 2015, which you can check out here. Since there's a whole post dedicated to why I love Tiktaalik so much, I won't eat up this post about how great he is.

I just tested the links on that post, and everything is still there and working, which is awesome. 

According to the email I got from Palaeo Plushies, my order should be at my door step between 5-7 business days, which is impressive considering he's coming from Scotland.

I'm also highly considering recording myself opening it, because I'm just too damn excited, but know that no one is going to super care.

BUT IMMA DO IT ANYWAY.

There might be a video uploaded later of me being a rabid fan girl about a stuffed, ancient fish. So, you know....be on the look out for that.



Sunday, January 22, 2017

More Eggs, An Owl Dinosaur and #SquadGoals


This week has been awesome. Since starting this awesome adventure of helping out with a dinosaur related non-profit organization, I've stumbled on some really kick ass dinosaur art and a neat dinosaur article.

I'll start with the article, which I found at Science Daily, about the study to find out how long it took dinosaur eggs to hatch.
According to the research done, they examined jaws of fossilized dinosaur embryos to look at the "growth lines" in their bones. Growth lines are formed in the bones of animals during their lives and are sort of like lines in a tree. You can count the rings to determine how old an animal is by the growth lines in their bones. From these lines, research has shown that it took 3-6 months for the sample species to hatch, which is an insane amount of time in the animal world. Can you imagine having to guard a clutch of eggs that long?

To give you perspective, I did a brief Google search on how long it takes a couple different reptile and bird species to hatch their eggs:

Crocodiles: 80 days
Snakes: 45-60 days (depending on the species it seems)
Turtles: 70 days
Crows: 18 days
Finches: 12-14 days
Eagles: 35 days

Looks like on a reptile scale, 3 months is about average, but anything longer than that seems crazy. I looked into what's known about dinosaur egg incubation, since I remember there being an article about egg pores being studied last year.
I ran across this on Earth Sky, which talks about how certain species of sauropods and earlier therapods probably buried their eggs like crocodiles, while later raptor species of therapods probably left their nests open like birds.
Which makes sense.
The dinosaur embryos in the Science Daily study was that of Protoceratops and Hypacrosaurus, a ceratopcian and a hadrosaur respectively.


  • Favorite Paleo-Art of the week:


Cryolophosaurus from prepetualartistblock 



Probably not what this handsome devil looked like, but holy crap I still love it. Cause he's an owl dinosaur. :3


Badass dinosaur art that's now my phone background by lioninthetrees





Citipati covering her nest by Julio Lacerda




This is especially cool because the holotype fossils for this dinosaur was found covering its eggs during death. It's pressumed that she was guarding her eggs when she and her babies died. She's been dubbed "big mama" because of this.
Sad story, but great picture.

Sleepy Alioramus by prepetualartistblock 




I really love the color scheme of this dude, plus he's adorable sleeping in the shade. Look at his little arms. SO CUTE.

Chris Pratt with accurate raptors by Lexicon Megatherium.




#SquadGoals







Wednesday, January 18, 2017

New adventures!




      Holy crap. I actually get to do something dinosaur/paleontology related beyond my goofy little blog that only my friends read. Finally, the free time I murder scrolling through the internet reading science articles and looking at paleo-art will be put to good use!
      It's like a dream come true.

     A couple of days ago I was contacted by a paleontology institute asking if I'd like to volunteer for them as their Twitter Manager. I'm surprised I didn't squeal outright when I was asked, because I about fell over from excitement. I haven't been really part of the field I wanted to go to school for since 2008, when I volunteered at a dinosaur dig closed to my home town. Since then I've been keeping up with the news, doing my own studies and made this blog as my vent for my extreme dinosaur nerdiness.
     Since I have to Tweet once a day about dinosaur/paleontology stuff that's related to Mongolia, this blog is about to get swamped with cool stuff related to the stuff I find. I guess I'm going to do like a Friday recap with all my stuff I found, most of it being Mongolian.
      Not that I'm super complaining, since I adore the hell out of Roy Chapman Andrews and his discoveries out in the Gobi, this is all just more candy for me.

     Since I've only been doing this a grand total of 3 days, I don't have a lot to post about, but I'll share the art that has been my favorite so far and gotten me the most retweets and such.
     For those who read this, I'll post Friday or Saturday with the tweets I put out for the week and the cool stuff I've been digging up. (Haha...digging up.)


     Until then!

Citipati covering her eggs before a sandstorm.
Later her fossils would be calls "big mama"

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Tumblr Secret Santa Story!


Merry Christmas Eve!


Art from Igonadon't


     At the beginning of December, I signed up to be part of a Secret Santa exchange on Tumblr with other fellow dinosaur nerds. The idea was to either write, draw or otherwise make something to send to your assigned Secret Santa on xmas.
     Since I can't draw and don't have photoshop skills, I opted to write something. When I reached out to my Facebook people, a friend gave the idea of three "Wise Men" dinosaurs following the "north star", which happens to be the giant celestial body that is hurling towards the Earth to well...kill everyone.

     Since the original story of the Three Wise Men was set in Jerusalem, I picked three dinosaurs from the Late Cretaceous during what is now Africa. 

     This story is short and cute, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed slaving over it for about a month. HA.


Meet the cast!


Aegy

Og

T


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North Star



“I’m not saying I’m questioning the prophecy, I’m just curious as to how the elders got the information about the star. It’s all been pretty hush-hush,” Aegy said, tilting his head in a method of shrugging since his massive shoulders were unable to do so.

The massive Aegyptosaurus was almost as big as his Titanosaur travel mate, but his head and long, powerful neck was more level to the ground. He was a calm gray and silver color with darker, large pebble like plates that laid flat against his back and shoulders, but gave him a bumpy, rough look like he was made of stone.

“You’re starting to sound a lot like a certain group of fanatics, Aegy,” warned his other travelling friend, Og. Og was an Ouranosaurus, so naturally he was a little snooty. The hadrosaur was very proud of his tall sail ridge that went down his back, his bright red and white stripes displayed for everyone to see. It didn’t help his already inflated ego when he was chosen to carry the gifts to the new land, and he wore his woven leaf bag around his neck like it was a symbol of great authority.
“Oh, come on. It’s a valid question. They haven’t told us much, so of course he’s a little skeptical,” T chuckled, his deep voice calming over his smaller friends. T was larger than life, even if he wasn’t fully grown yet. As the biggest among them, the Paralititan was in charge of being the look out and the guide, able to see the guiding star better than any of them. Unlike his friend Aegy, T had a much thicker neck that lifted very high off the ground. He didn’t have the stoney plates on his back, but had mottled, pebbly skin that was very similar, but hued realms of green instead of gray.
“Yeah well, next he’s going to start saying the star is going to kill us all and that Raptors are going to take flight one day,” Og quipped, putting his bulbous nose into the air as he snorted.
“That’s not what I’m saying. I just wish we’d had a little more detail as to why exactly we have to follow the star,” Aegy said, glancing up again at the afternoon sky. The large star had appeared so suddenly and so brightly, that the elders of their land declared it was a sign of a prophecy no one had really heard of before. Aegy, Og, and T had been selected to follow the increasingly bright and beautiful star to a new land. The white, glorious star was so bright now they could even see it during the day, and the trio kept moving whenever it was safe to do so.
“I heard the new land is supposed to be free of predators and endless food,” Og said in a very matter-of-fact way.
“Why would we need to bring gifts if we’re going to a new land? No, I think we’re supposed to meet someone.” Aegy nodded to Og’s bag. “What gift did you pick to bring?”
“I brought leaves from the best ferns. They’re so filling and delicious that it would make the best gift,” Og smirked, quite proud of his choice.
“What if whoever we’re giving this to eats meat?” T raised his eyebrows, Og shooting him a dirty look.
“Why would the elders send us to meet with someone who eats meat, T?” Og snapped.
“Maybe we’re a sacrifice,” T tilted his head to shrug, Aegy erupting into laughter.
“Glad you’re here then. We’ll just hide behind you,” Aegy said smiling and T snickered in response. Og didn’t think it was funny.
“What did you bring?” Og asked a little snippy like.
“Flowers,” Aegy said. Og gave him a bewildered look.
“Flowers taste terrible, Aegy. What were you thinking?” Og scoffed.
“That maybe they don’t eat plants?” T offered, Og narrowing his eyes at him.
“They’re pretty. I brought the best colors I could find,” Aegy explained. “They’re not for eating, just...appreciating.”
Og rolled his eyes so dramatically Aegy thought they’d spin out of his head. Hadrosaurs had a flair for theatrics.
“What about you, T?” Aegy glanced up at his taller friend.
“A rock,” T said.
Aegy and Og stopped and looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed in either annoyance or curiosity.
“A rock?” Aegy asked.
“A rock,” Og said flatly, unimpressed.
“Yeah,” T said a little defensively. “It’s a really pretty rock.”
Og mumbled a series of flabbergasted gibberish while Aegy nodded in appreciation. His gift was pretty too, so he could understand where T was coming from. Rocks weren’t colorful though, but Titanosaurs must have different beauty expectations.
They had started their journey earlier that week, stretching far past their normal roaming lands and migration routes into areas they had never seen before. The rich flora of the area was amazing, thick plant life prospered by the shallow inland seas and they had seen more birds flitter about than they had back home. The star burned brightly in the sky, beckoning them to keep exploring and finding new adventures and lands to see.
Every so often they would pass by another herd they didn’t know of various sauropods and small pockets of hadrosaurs, the group watching them like strange oddities since they were without a group of their own.
“Stick close. I can smell something,” T warned as they drifted towards a freshwater source in the area. Since T was so tall, he often picked up on things like that first, which was very handy. The other groups drinking didn’t seem to have noticed anything terrible yet, so the trio stuck near their big friend. The water was cool, flowing fresh and didn’t sit long in the humid heat.
Aegy gathered the water into his mouth and sighed happily. He was pretty hesitant about the whole trip, but had to admit he was enjoying himself now. The new area was exciting, with new smells and sights and so many new flowers to see. He started to feel bad about bringing flowers as a gift after seeing so many different shaded he’d never seen before. The elders told him to bring whatever he thought was precious, and those flowers had been his most favorite thing.
Whatever it was they were doing, whether the star was leading them to meet someone or just off a  cliff, he was happy to be out on the adventure. He’d probably never be able to do something like this again once he got back home. From the pleased look on T’s face as he looked over the horizon at the bright star, he knew he felt the same. Og still seemed annoyed to be there, but Aegy caught him smiling every once in awhile, but kept it to himself.
The water under Aegy’s face shifted, catching his attention. Instinct caused him to immediately take a step back and draw his head up, his sudden shift getting concerned glances from his friends.
“What?” Og asked quickly, glancing at the water nervously. “What did you see?”
“I don’t know,” Aegy said, uneasy as he backed away from the calm water.
T was already looking down river at the other herds still drinking, sniffing the air but not catching anything in danger range. A group of hardosaurs, similar to Og in size, were still drinking from the water's edge a good sixty feet away from them. They were yellow and red with bright stripes like Og’s, but didn’t have the tall spines like him. Aegy took a breath once he saw the water shift again towards the drinking herd.
“Look out!” he called out in alarm, but they were too far away to hear him over the sounds of the stream and the surrounding herd’s noises.
Aegy wheeled quickly to his friends, looking at them desperately. “Og, call out to them! You’re louder than I am!”
Og inhaled deeply and bellowed out a deep, resonating noise that rippled down the stream to warn the others. His hardosaur call was rumbling and alarming, full of warning and panic that immediately caught his kin’s attention, pulling them back from the water’s edge. The water’s surface exploded suddenly, exposing impossibly large jaws that snapped around a poor fleeing hardosaur’s tail and began pulling it towards the water. The crocodile hissed in its throat as it pushed back on strong, meaty legs, sinking back towards the murky depths.
T was already on the move, walking as fast as his large body would allow and taking mighty steps. The surrounding herd was bellowing alarms and yells for help, dancing around the helpless hardosaur that was fighting for its life. If the crocodile was able to sneer, it would have at seeing the giant Ttianosaur stomp towards the battle, his huge tail building momentum.
“Get back!” T shouted at the herd as he started swinging himself around to put his backside towards the struggling hardosaur, who was desperately pawing at the mud to keep ground and failing miserably.
The crocodile hissed something with his mouth full of hadrosaur tail, but the deafening thunder crack of T’s huge tail swinging through the air drowned out whatever insult he was tossing his way. The force was so strong the blow landed before the sound did, the whipping tail shattering across the croc’s snout and sending him flipping over sideways a couple feet. The hardosaur was free from his grip, but didn’t escape without getting bite marks all across his pretty tail.
Limping, sore but alive, the wounded and very grateful hardosaur rejoined his group while the crocodile sunk back under the water, thoroughly defeated.
“Great job, T!” Aegy cheered, joining the commotion. T tilted his head modestly.
“That was rather impressive,” Og had to admit. “But we should get going. If that crocodile is still alive, he’s going to be very upset.”
“I doubt highly he’s still alive, but yeah, let’s go. We still have a long way to go I think,” T said, glancing up at the bright star burning in the sky.
They had to get to where the star was trying to point them, and as the days drew on, the star seemed to be getting closer to something. They travelled a bit more that evening, the rest of the day a lot more calm than the stream incident. As the sun sunk below the horizon and the star light up the night sky, seeming brighter even still, they sat together watching it glow.
“Damn thing still going, is it?” a small voice piped in from the ground, catching all of their attention. They had smelled the small rodent Maelestes but hadn’t been paying him any attention since he was so tiny and well...a mammal. It’s not like they were dangerous even remotely.
“Evening,” T said, his voice friendly. “Well, I guess good morning to you.”
“Heh, yep. Morning for me, my friend. Though that bright thing makes it a little tough to get around and hunt without getting snatched up,” the small, brown, furry thing winced. His body was fat with fur, brown and shiny, with a long skinny tail and oddly shaped hands he could grab things with.
“What a shame,” Og said flatly, unamused by the small creature.
“How’s the hunting going tonight mister…?” Aegy asked, pausing to let the small mammal introduce himself.
“Oh, I’m Mal. How rude of me,” Mal squeaked, wiping his whiskers back.
“A mammal being rude? The hell you say,” Og quipped, still watching the star.
“That’s Og, he’s a jerk,” Aegy nodded to the scowling hardosaur. “I’m Aegy, that’s T.” T nodded his head at the mention of his name and Mal gave them all a happy squeak in reply.
“Huntings going alright. Got some small crunchy bugs so no complains. Are you all...going towards the star?” Mal asked, sitting on his haunches by the group to snack on his crunchy bugs.
“Yeah, we’re following it to where it’s pointing. It’s supposed to---” Aegy explained but Og cut him off with a shushing noise.
“That’s none of his business! We were instructed by the elders of our combined herds to take on an exclusive and important mission. We were specifically chosen to do a very secretive task involving the Bright Star,” Og explained very seriously, his head high in pride of their status and hidden knowledge.
“We’re bringing some ferns, flowers and a rock to the farthest we can get to in the direction of the star. We think it might be leading us to someone,” T confessed much to Og’s protest. Og gaped at him, horrified he so willingly gave up their mission to a ball of fur.
“Oh, wow! That’s really something! You really think you’re meeting someone important there? Like...what, exactly?” Mal asked, his little fleshy ears twitching.
“Not sure,” Aegy tilted his head for a shrug. “We’ll find out when we get there. Say, Mal...do mammals have any theories as to what that star means?”
“Well,” Mal wiped his whiskers back again as he finished his crunchy bug from his pile. “According to the stories passed along, some say it’s not a star but something else, like a big ball of rock and fire that’s going to change the world. Some say...well...that it will usher in a new age. Maybe even help mammals become as grand as dinosaurs,” Mal explained calmly. The three dinosaurs looked down at him as he spoke, listening to his story before erupting into laughter.
“That’s ridiculous!” Og laughed, his head tilted back in amusement. “Mammals being as grand as dinosaurs! What, are they going to grow to be as big as T?”
“Yeah, yeah. Ha. Ha. Laugh it up,” Mal said as the group roared with laughter.
“I’m sorry, but that is a little far fetched, Mal. No offense,” Aegy said, trying to rein in his giggles.
“It’s just what I heard,” Mal said easily, used to dinosaurs not taking his kind very seriously so he wasn’t too surprised by their hysterical laughter. They were probably right anyway.
“We should really try and get some sleep before the morning,” T said once his laughter calmed down. “It was great meeting you, Mal. Thanks for the company.”
“Of course. Can I give you something to take with you on your quest? I’d like to give an offering to whoever you find,” Mal asked, causing the dinosaurs to exchange looks.
“It’s supposed to be something precious to you,” Aegy explained.
“Ah, here,” Mal scurried up Og’s side, causing him to squirm and sputter in annoyance at the feeling. Mal flipped open the leaf pouch around his neck, and dropped in some dead crunchy bugs he had hunted down that night.
“Bugs?!” Og snapped, outraged.
“Crunchy bugs! They’re the best and my favorite. Very good for you.” Mal closed the pouch up and scurried back down to the ground. “Good luck on your travels!”
The star was burning even brighter as the trio woke the next day, and seemed to be even bigger than the sun itself. Whatever it was the star was trying to show them, they had a feeling they were drawer closer. The landscape had changed as they neared the west coast, small bodies of water feeding into a massive ocean and sandy beach.
“We’re running out of land…” T said, scanning over the horizon at the endless sea. Small pockets of lush vegetation and tall trees surrounded the area near the beach, birds chirped and waves crashed slowly.
“Is...is this it? Where do---” Aegy started, the confusion in his voice interrupted by the start pulsing with a new, fiery light. Streams of red and orange now surrounded the star as it shined, the colors mesmerizing as they were beautiful. Brilliant, small pieces of the star seemed to be reaching out in all directions, firing off the bright light like outstretched claws.
“There,” Og breathed as a small flutter of spark soared over a small patch of greenery near by, the trees moving with the wind of the ocean. “I think it’s in there.”
They watched the trees a moment, apprehensive and nervous, as another streak seemed to flitter that direction again. The star was telling them to go inside.
T took the lead, scanning the area for danger as they calmly started pushing through the lush, wonderful smelling plants around them. If they hadn’t been so terrified, they’d be stuffing themselves with yummy food. Nothing seemed particularly impressive about the area until they spotted a nest tucked away quietly under a mound of dirt and leaves.
The trees swayed softly, the star throwing off waves of red and orange, making the trees and water seemed hued in pinks. Sunlight peaked through the rolling clouds, spilling on the lonely, quiet nst.
“That’s definitely it,” Aegy whispered, his gut tightening with anticipation. He glanced over at Og and T, who seemed to be waiting for him to make the first move. With a calming breath, he approached the nest. It was mound nest, not what Aegy was used to seeing when it came to eggs. His kind, probably the same with Og’s and T’s, had their nests open and guarded. Aegy could see shards of eggshells scattered about, the nest’s dirt and leaves pushed away by what had been burried inside.
“I think it’s empty,” Aegy said confused, sniffing the next and pushing it with his nose to see inside. He could smell something faint, very small and unknown. A small wiggle was reacting to his investigation, still inside the dirt covered nest. A small pip came from under the dirt and a tiny, skinny snout poked out, little claws reaching out for light.
Aegy pushed more of the dirt away, exposing the small baby inside who pipped happily at the sight of sunlight. Crawling from the next, the baby had a long, narrow snout, two clawed hands and hind feet, and the tiny start of what would be a massive sail down his back. Aegy stared in amazement as the tiny think chirped happily at him, its snout lined with sharp little teeth.
“Well I’ll be damned,” T said, watching over Aegy’s shoulder at the baby Spinosaurus who gazed up at them lovingly.
“Why’s it by itself?” Og quizzed, watching the baby with a scowl. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Give him the gifts, Og,” Aegy nodded at the pouch around Og’s neck.
“Are you sure this is...this is it?” Og glanced up at his travel mates and the star exploded again, soaring now even brighter. The trio jumped and T gave an uneasy nod.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s it,” T nodded at the pouch again and Og pulled the bag loose with his teeth, placing it out for the chick.
Og shook the contents out of the bag, the ferns and flowers fluttering to the ground by the crunchy bugs and T’s prized rock. The rock, they had to admit, was pretty nice. It was a white color, with spectrums of blue and pinks in veins running through its pearl, smooth surface. The baby trotted over to the presents and sniffed them, trying to chew on the opal first before deciding happily on the crunch bugs.
“What do we do now…?” T asked, glancing up at the sky which was now in a rainbow of fire at the horizon of the sky, like a sunset burning into the landscape on the other side of the ocean. It was beautiful, and the star was totally gone within the molten display.
“I don’t know,” Aegy sighed, smiling a little at the chick who was rolling happily in the flowers he had picked. He liked them, and that made him a little happy.
“Well, we have to figure out something. What are we supposed to do with...with that?” Og nodded down at the chick, running in circles around their feet.
“We’ll figure it out, Og,” Aegy laughed and glanced again at the pretty, rumbling sunset. “It’s not like it’s the end of the world.”

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Toys, comics and dinosaur stuff

But first, lets talk about feathers

I wish all dinosaurs had feathers...
This is just too glorious.



     I love feathers on my dinosaurs. Not only because it makes them look fabulous, but it's also scientifically accurate and that needs to be more widely embraced.

     Alright, side-stepping the original reason why I started this post, which is to talk about awesome raptor toys and a trex comic that looks amazing, lets talk about feathers on dinosaurs. What's the deal? Why all of a sudden to raptors actually look like "a 6 foot turkey"?

     HERE'S SOME PALEONTOLOGY, MY FRIENDS.

     Let's start with the raptors, since that's a lot of people's favorite dinosaur, with good reason. They're fast, sleek, smart, and have sick as hell hook claws on their feet. They're like the deadly ninjas of the dinosaur kingdom, and who the hell doesn't like ninjas?

     Pirates, I guess.



     Anyway, one of the best evidence we have for certain dinosaurs, namely theropod dinosaurs, having feathers is this amazing fossil of Microraptor. The feather imprints are so perfect and clear, down to the tiny little fluffy feathers on it's face! How amazing is that? The fossilization of some feathers has been so fantastic, that a team from Yale discovered fossilized Melanosomes in the feathers which basically is what determines the pigment of the feathers. WHAAT.

Art by Jonathan Kuo


     So far they have been able to lock down darker colors, like browns and blacks, and the unique one for red. It's a growing theory that the feathered raptors were probably vibrant like that of modern birds, which just makes me very happy.




     As far as Tyrannosaurs go, let me introduce you to Yutryannus huali, an amazing feathered tyrannosaurus with an amazing fossil with feather imprints. I don't think it's widely accepted that they had long, luscious feathers like raptors did, but more fluffy, downy feathers. It's because of this find that the iconic T .rex is now suspected to have had feathers as well.

     Since feathers are evident in the fossil record with theropod dinosaurs, there's been some speculation that dinosaurs probably used them in the same ways as modern birds, or at least similar. Most likely these feathers were used for insulation, protection from the sun and probably mating and defense.
     Think about it. If you were a strapping tyrannosaur and needed to entice the ladies, don't you think a bright, vibrant coat of amazing, shiny feathers would show off how healthy and handsome you were? On the same note, if you came up to another fellow buck who needed to be put in his place, you could roar and fluff up to look bigger and scarier.

     Yeah, that sent the mouth breather running, huh?

     Now on to my original crap I wanted to post about....toys and comics!!

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     HOLD ON A DAMN SECOND
     Ok, before I get into the comic and toyline, I just did a search for "Feathered Raptors" to add more pictures into the blog post when I found this:



     Yeah, it's a fucking fully movable, feathered raptor mask. OH MY GOD. I can't find how to buy, but if it's anything like the other amazing masks I've seen like this on Etsy, it's probably like $600.
     BUT LOOK AT IT. HOLY SHIT.

     Ahem....anyway....

     Touching back on the topic of brightly colored raptors, the Beasts of the Mesozoic line from Creative Beast Studios is all about embracing the multicolored feather spectrum of their raptors. In a recent Facebook post, one of the lead designers talked about how they pulled inspiriting for the raptor's many different pallets from birds living today. I'll post that picture they put up, because it's amazing:



     Creative Beast Studios had an awesomely successful kickstarter back in May, and they were able to get fully funded! They're posable and painfully scientifically accurate, which makes me warm and tingly inside. These badboys are about $35-40 a piece, and are available for pre-order.
     I seriously don't know which one I like the best. They're all freaking amazing. I think they go up for grabs in...November? Someone give Alex a hint for me, please. XD



     Next up is a cool comic I found on the Twitter machine by Rextooth Studios. You can read the first part of the comic online at their site, and it looks like the first comic is available to get online for $16.95. The art is very good, but a little cartoony in it's style. The trex has feathers, which is awesome, and I love how Cobalt's eyes shine in the darkness when he hunts at night. While really cool, I'm not a huge fan of the style. I'm not really big into the aesthetics of American style comics, so I'm not jumping to get this one as much as I was Age of Reptiles.
     Still looks cool for any dinosaur fan. Not sure how bloody it gets, so maybe not for kids?



     I think I'm going to go crawl back into bed since I feel like crap today. Until then!

      - M