When you go from being a little boy with a completely age-appropriate obsession with prehistoric animals to an adult male with a somewhat inappropriate vestigial obsession with dinosaurs, an entire new panoply of earthly delights (literally) unfolds before you. All of those mental gymnastics you were forced into in school, from learning trigonometry to trying to decipher what the hell was going on in ancient Hellenistic texts (raise your hand if you needed your professor to help you locate the stanza where Achilles dies) were just a warm-up, a training ground. Resistance training for your neurons all for the sole purpose of getting you to this point: the point where you can now go back and check dinosaurs out with an adult brain.
Well, that’s what helps me sleep at night anyway.
Revisiting your old childhood fascinations is a rewarding, yet bittersweet experience, the amounts of each depending mostly on how much you’ve matured in the interim, not unlike going to your 10-year high school anniversary. I will just point out that if you’ve developed a drinking problem, dinosaurs won’t judge you. For all we know they could have been raging alcoholics themselves. Now there’s an extinction theory I think merits some inspection. Did anyone see that dinosaur special narrated by Werner Herzog where a dinosaur eats mushrooms and starts tripping? I totally didn’t…either. Read More