I wonder if dinosaur-era ticks were bigger.
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Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Skipping in order to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Sean K's birthday.
Happy birthday, Sean! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!
Oh, and to anybody who celebrates it, or just enjoys the long weekend we're going to get here in Israel thanks to it, happy shavu'ot!
Happy birthday, Sean.
Had a traumatic dream. Up too soon. Hope it wears off and I can go back to sleep.
In the meanwhile, Don't Stop Believin' from Glee.
Happy shavu'ot, Nilly (and Shir, and anyone else who celebrates it).
Happy birthday, Sean.
General 'has a happy' wishes to everyone else.
(Edited for spelling. I has excuse. Is dyslexic. A word which is hard to spell.)
I wonder if dinosaur-era ticks were bigger.
The earliest fossil tick dates 90 million years ago (a bird tick, as it happens), so it seems likely dinosaurs didn't have ticks.
What about the tick on the giant sloth?
What about the tick on the giant sloth?
That's an interesting question. The ground sloths weren't anything like as sluggish as their arboreal relatives, so they're likely to have been more fastidious in their grooming; but that's still a lot of animal to watch over. I don't know if we have fossil ticks from ground sloths (or other giant mammals); I still suspect there'd have been selection pressure capping their size, but it's speculation.
Happy Birthday, Sean!
And I love that video for "Don't Stop Believin'"
Last night I dreamed I was in Peter Bjorn and John. I hardly know the band, and I have no idea what they look like. I have no idea what my subconscious was trying to tell me.
Happy Birthday Sean!
Last night I dreamed I was in Peter Bjorn and John. I hardly know the band, and I have no idea what they look like. I have no idea what my subconscious was trying to tell me.
In university, I had a series of dreams about J. Mascis from Dinosaur Jr. based entirely on my friend raving about him and having never heard the band at all.
Glee made me lose my will to live.