I finally found some trilobite fossils today, at West Edmonton Mall. Pretty nice specimens, and going for a pretty penny too. So I didn't buy one. But at least there's some news from the dinosaur world today. Is it still news when the specimens in question are 110 million years old? National Geographic has a cool (somewhat) interactive flash site up about unusual dinos. My favorite is the Epidendrosaurus.
Wanna win a children's book about squids? Well, you won't be able to, since I'm going to. But you can always try, right?
You know what's a terrible movie? Rise of the Silver Surfer. Lucky it was a freebie from the library. Seriously, it was extremely unfantastic. Oh well.
Also, I discovered that my wife doesn't like it when I use her toothbrush. And she likes it even less when I say, "But you never even noticed all the other times!"

The new KoRn CD kicks ten tons of ass, obviously. Michelle and I have been listening to it nonstop, and I have been regaling her with kernels of KoRn knowledge.
"Did you know Jonathan Davis has a son named Nathan? Same as my name. And he has another son named Pirate."
"Why did he name his son Pirate?"
"I'm not sure, I bet because he really loves pirates. I really love robots, can we name our son Robot?"
"No."
"C3PO?"
"No."
"How about Charles the Third Peter O'Gilvie?"
Suspicious silence- " . . . why?"
"Cause then his initials would be C3PO."

How To Buy An Engagement Ring

As I recently learned, buying a diamond ring is no easy task, even for someone like myself who has a degree in geology. Knowing about kimberlite pipes and all that is of no help when choosing the gem that will symbolize your love for and commitment to the woman you love. You need to know about the four 'C's, which are Color, Cut, umm, Caratness and . . . cuality? Craftmanship? Cookie monster? I'm not really sure, so you can see where I might have been in over my head. I kind of shuffled in to the jeweller and tried to pretend I knew what I was talking about.
"Can I help you, sir?" the kindly jeweler asked.
"Yes, I'm looking for a diamond, you know, something with lots of carats and colors."
"Very good sir. You might be interested in this one, which is a little over 1 carat and has outstanding clarity."
"Oh yeah, that one's nice," I say, surreptitiously glancing at the price tag. Whoa! It's a little high- might as well buy a diamond mine and dig your own for that price. "What about that one over there?"
And so he showed me a series of stones, each one with its own qualities, good and bad, but none with that elusive, indefinable "This is the one-ness". Ever patient, the jeweller showed me yet another.
"You might be interested in this one; it was mined here in Canada and has the trademarked polar bear emblem laser-etched on its surface."
"It has a polar bear on it? Really? Let me see!"
"Of course, you can't actually see the polar bear as it is microscopic; it is merely there as an assurance of quality."
"But you're saying this one has a polar bear on it, though, right? No fooling?"
"No fooling."
"I'll take it."
"Very good, sir."