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Nope. I never really wanted real jewelry, anyway - I just wanted someone to love. Too bad for me.

I never saw a Kojak t-shirt, but I did invest somewhat heavily in cocktail rings in 1994 and thereafter, despite never ever living a cocktail party lifestyle. The piece de resistance is a big oval cubic zirconia, about 1" x 0.5", on a 1" silver band, which cost me $40. I justified this by reasoning that, having just

I should have replied to your comment with my Walking with Dinosaurs rant, rather than above…so, um, go read that.

As much as I'm glad it exists because it looks cool, and because it includes the series on marine creatures, the entire Walking With Dinosaurs empire is largely about postulating behavior from fossils that give no evidence one way or the other and presenting it as truth. The closest they get to an admission of how

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Hey, guys, if you ever want to know anything about cephalopods, natural history museums, or Jem and the Holograms, I'm your girl.

Replace bounty hunter with revenuer? Or have we already replaced revenuers with bounty hunters?

Way too many ribs, basically, for the Harvard Kronosaurus.

And weirdly, my original comment was a reply to a thread which seems to have disappeared entirely, involving the concept of "dinosaur shark whales" and Cappadocius setting the record straight. Discus, awesome.

I read it! And to prove my nerdery beyond all sanity, I will ask: is the model of the giant pacific octopus around anywhere? Richard Ellis cites a mention of it being in the Coral Hall in 1989, but I didn't see it when I visited in 2010.

Represent.

Did you see the PBS necropsy show, which I believe was called "Inside Nature's Giants"? I thought I was all hardcore, able to view dissections because we did so very, very many in high school…not so much. I did OK with the whale, but then it was going to be a tiger, and just nope.

I was going to join one as a teenager, but chickened out. I remember agonizing over what to pick, and "Dream of the Blue Turtles" was in the mix in some fashion, so that would have been…1985. I don't remember any of the other selections. And I never got around to owning DOTBT, which at this point is OK.

I do something I call Goodwill CD treasure hunting. Most of them are $1.99, and sometimes they're only $0.99. I also include cassettes ($0.50 - $0.99) and occasionally an LP.
The first rule of Goodwill CD Treasure Hunting is to open the case and see if it has:
1. A CD in it at all
2. The CD that matches the case
3. A CD

Falco was amazing. Often just insane, but amazingly so, and Falco 3 is an excellent album by any reasonable standard (though "reasonable standards" and Falco are a little oxymoronic.)
And his grave is perfect.

Agreed, completely. My second-favorite is "We're the Same."

And in a little town called Orlando, Chris Kirkpatrick called up his Universal Studios co-worker Joey Fatone, and the stage was set…

My (first) childhood home was used as a fire department training site sometime after I graduated college - we hadn't lived there since I was 9. I was home for a visit, and my brother said, "Hey, wanna go see the old house?" and so I learned about it via viewing the charred ruins.

I haven't read it - yet.

I never noticed it with Spielberg; he does it right.