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Here is my favorite fossil - the Jurassic dinosaur Allosaurus!Allosaurus is a very graceful, sleek looking predator with just a hint of vanity seen in the small lacrimal or brow ‘horn’ above its eye. Our Allosaurus comes all the way from Utah, from the famous Cleveland-Lloyd Quarry where a number of Allosaurus individuals have been found. Isn’t it a beautiful animal? 

I miss that weird genre that happened in the mid to late 2000s in television.

House MD, Bones, Lie To Me, Suits, Burn Notice, White Collar— they all followed variations of the Sherlock dynamic, with a smart-sort-of-an-asshole protagonist and his best-friend-love-interest-protege-whatever. Their episodes were easy to follow and formulaic, which allowed you to focus more on character dynamics without any real fear of someone being killed off or turning out to be evil. Yeah, people died or switched sides of whatever, but in the end you could usually count on the traitor to come back and prove that they’re really good people, deep down inside, by sacrificing themselves heroically for the protagonist/someone the protagonist loves.

Characters had flaws and problems, but they were never really evil, or dark, or twisted— not in this bullshit anti-hero way everybody is now, anyway. Big Bads were clear and other from the group, and were unequivocally terrible. Everything was simple and black and white and lovely.

It’s not that I won’t defend Game of Thrones or Breaking Bad at the drop of a hat, because I love those types of shows very much— I just which that decently-written, slightly gentler genre of TV was still around, using their weird title cards and powerpoint effects to cut between scenes and having vague, hopeful messages implying that whatever the characters were going through, they’d get through it.

“Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right?
You could make this place beautiful.”

– Maggie Smith, Good Bones | 7/31

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I’m bad at keeping up with social media.. I recently went to Oklahoma (I live in Maine) and had to visit the Museum of Osteology! Here’s a few photos. I need a megaloceros :D But it was really cool as someone interested in zoology and comparative anatomy. I took hundreds of photos for drawing references, some rare animals can be really hard to find references of.