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shopping for fluffy utahraptors

Apparently, they're getting new dinosaurs in at the The Oxford Natural History Museum soon. Which was just as well, as the choice has dribbled down to the rather unconvincing fluffy raptors. "My manager's out back ordering a whole lot more," confided bored museum shop attendant, "If we don't have a decent selection for half term we'll be lynched." Who knew things could get so hairy there, even during holidays? We chat for a bit. Apparently they also receive plenty of complaints about Richard Dawkins, which seems a bit unfair! Even faced with the stress of balancing your irrational desire to believe god made the earth 32 minutes ago (is that right?) against your four-year-old's NEED FOR DINOSAURS, it seems a little harsh to take it out on Natural History Museum employees, even if they are hawking evolution. Plastic evolution, fluffy evolution, evolution in kit form to construct and hang from your ceiling. MMmm, museum shops. On the way out we stopped to check on the bees. They were mostly torpid, quivering slightly, except one which had somehow turned round on itself, and got jammed between the glass and its snoozing neighbours. Wide awake, that one was.

Last night great gig! We went to see the noisy shouty pouty Noisettes, not to be confused with the Noisettes (we're abstract minimalists) and certainly not to be confused with the Noisettes on emusic who appear to be (ouch) smooth jazz. They were supported by google-friendly The Victorian English Gentleman's Club who had a great singing drummer girl with a BIG BELL, and and rambling one-man band Mayor McCa who I'm sure I've heard on the soundtrack of some North American indie film or other. All good, in ways best appreciated by listening to them, and lots of shouting.

I'm feeling better about things today. Cold feet, though.

--and there's last week's strip I forgot to link to

which is not the strip I was planning, but when are they ever?

P.S. Some of you may want to fill in the Why do you blog? survey. It's for science -- well, for a presentation at a blogging conference. In Vancouver. But who minds, we're all global nowadays.


( 9 worms — Feed the birds )
23rd Jan, 2007 19:02 (UTC)
That is all
(except to recommend Go! Go! Ninja Dinosaur if you haven't heard it (and indeed Jane Yolen's fabulous, if sickly, How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight?))
23rd Jan, 2007 20:55 (UTC)
Also I feel much as you do in your strip, but with far far less justification - should make me feel better, sort of does - must go mop kitchen floor.
24th Jan, 2007 08:57 (UTC)
I hadn't heard that! Fantastic! Also, tyrannosaur with a teddy bear!
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24th Jan, 2007 08:59 (UTC)
I read it for the clothes, mostly. Ahem.
23rd Jan, 2007 20:48 (UTC)
I want to say something in appreciation of another mighty comic strip! But vodka as a substitute for actually writing application forms has taken over...
23rd Jan, 2007 22:43 (UTC)
That's nothing like the Utahraptor in Dinosaur Comics...

boyofbadgers is sat next to me and has just said "Out of all the phrases I was expecting to hear today, 'Ooooooh! New dinosaurs!' was far down the list."

I haven't been to the Oxford NHM since 2001 but I spent plenty of time wandering around there whilst waiting for lectures.
24th Jan, 2007 09:02 (UTC)
Since then they've put the Mammoth out back (see icon). It was a bit moth-eaten, but I miss it. They do have several new dinosaurs though -- including a model Utahraptor.
24th Jan, 2007 09:35 (UTC)
Were any of the bees painted yellow?
24th Jan, 2007 09:43 (UTC)
No, because they don't let mad people paint the bees there. How do you paint a bee yellow, anyway? Aren't they yellow already? Wouldn't they object?

Oh my no. True, says Wikipedia. Though no mention of the mnemonic.
( 9 worms — Feed the birds )