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Pie Theft by a Therizinosaurus

Dr. Williams reporting from the Mesozoic again, feeling rather exhausted after a lengthy chase. It seems that Rodgers had baked a birthday cake for Dr. Greenberg and left it on the window sill to cool…a perfectly reasonable act in our time, but one sure to attract life of the prehistoric kind in our current setting, which it certainly did. A passing Therizinosaurus managed to slash its way through our perimeter fence, grabbed the pie and took off. This lead to Rodgers, and several others including myself pursuing the beast, until it turned around and started chasing us in turn. We just barely managed to escape, save poor Rodgers, whose back side received a rather enthused poking from the aggravated dinosaur. Do you know what a Therizinosaurs is? It’s a unique plant-eating theropod with long scythes on its fingers.

For more on Therizinosaurus, read here. This is Dr. Williams, signing off for now.

Stuck to a Struthiomimus

Dr. Williams here, with a report of a lighter variety than last time. After avoiding the Dakotaraptor pack, we managed to make our way back to base camp, intact if somewhat pungent from dinosaur urine. However, a few days later Ms. Malloway was enjoying a good chew of some bubble gum by the perimeter fence, when a passing Struthiomimus peaked its head over the side. The blasted thing pecked once at the considerable bubble Ms. Malloway had blown, which burst, coating bubble gum to her hair. The bursting bubble spooked the Struthiomimus, which panicked and wrapped its neck around Ms. Malloway’s gum-coated head, and unfortunately, the pair became caked together. It took several hours of vigorous scrubbing and tranquilizers for both parties involved before Malloway and the dinosaur became unglued. Do you know what a Struthiomimus is? It was a an ostrich-like omnivore native to North America.

For more on Struthiomimus, read here. This is Dr. Williams, signing off from sometime in the Mesozoic.

Running from Raptors

Dr. Williams, here, somewhat pressed for time…and space. I’m currently hiding under a rock. I was on a simple supply run from our base camp’s northern farmland, when my companions and I found ourselves being tracked by a pack of Dakotaraptors. It may have been harder for them to find us, had Dr. Shore not insisted we practice our karaoke on our trek, although their arrival did bring a swift end to Shore’s caterwauling, so that’s a silver lining I suppose. We’ve been hiding beneath this blasted rock for the past several hours, which has become rather ripe as the animals keep peeing on it to mark their territory. Do you know what a Dakotaraptor is? It was a large dromaeosaurid carnivore.

For more on Dakotaraptor, read here. This is Dr. Williams, signing off (under a rock).

Iggy’s All Thumbs

Dr. Williams here, still reporting from sometime in the Mesozoic. The last few weeks have been fairly uneventful, save for one major occurrence – namely, Dr. Gilbert has adopted an Iguanodon as a pet.

Do you know what an Iguanodon is? It’s a planet-eater that walked on both two and four legs, and had spiked thumbs. This latter feature had proved rather worrying, as poor Dr. Rogers has constantly been stabbed during his attempts to train the animal now known as “Iggy” to give him a high-five. Plus, Iggy’s managed to devour the salad bar. Somehow, I’m not expecting having him around to get any easier. For more on Iguanodon, read here. That’s all for now – Dr. Williams, signing off.

Dino Rhinos

Dr. Williams here, posting again from sometime in the Mesozoic. Things at base camp have become somewhat hectic recently, due to our finding ourselves directly in the path of migrating herds of Pachyrhinosaurs. It seems that these animals take a “summer vacation” every year, following the waterways southward, which it seems put them on a direct course through our base camp. Repairs on our perimeter fence have been time consuming, and Rogers is depressed as it seems one animals bounced him off a tree and trod on the tablet containing his collection of wacky caricatures. Do you know what a Pachyrhinosaurus is? It’s a blunt-horned Ceratopsian plant-eater, from the same branch of the dinosaurian tree as the Triceratops.

For more on Pachyrhinosaurus, read here. Clean up on base camp continues. I’ll post again soon – Dr. Williams, signing off for now.

Prehistoric Dip

Dr. Williams here. I remain posted at our time expedition’s base camp, where the oppressive Mesozoic heat has begun to wear on me. Seeking a respite, I decided to join Hendrickson and a few others in a brief dip in a cool inland sea. However, a tranquil swim turned to embarrassment when a pod of Icthyosaurs happened upon us and one of them speared, and subsequently swam away with, my swim trunks, leaving me completely exposed before the other swimmers. Do you know what an Icthyosaurus is? It’s a prehistoric marine reptile, sort-of like an ancient dolphin. These animals have a playful – and annoying – side. I was forced to craft a make-shift pair of underwear out of cycads.

 

For more on Icthyosaurus, read here. I’ve returned to base camp and will report from sometime in the Mesozoic again soon. – Dr. Williams

Picture Credit: Raul Martin

Winged Sing-Along

This is Dr. Williams, happy to report that I’m recovering from my trying ordeal on the plains of the Cretaceous. Not so happily, Dr. Smuller took the opportunity to include me in one of his infamous sing-alongs, which he feels the need to inflict on the staff of our time expedition. Not only that, but half-way through, Smuller was joined by a chorus of Aetodactylus perched on the outside ledge. Do you know what an Aetodactylus is? It’s a prehistoric flying reptile, much like the better-known Pteranodon.

We have discovered that these animals have the ability to mimic human speech (or song) like parrots. Unfortunately, they show about as much musical talent as Dr. Smuller himself. For more on Aetodactylus, read here. We’re planning another observational trip in the coming days. I’ll update from sometime in the Mesozoic soon. – Dr. Williams

Dinosaur Lunch

I’m happy to report that after a more than 2-day schlep, I’ve arrived back at base camp in one piece. Unfortunately, I ran out of rations before I arrived and was forced to cook and eat a Nodosaur. Do you know what a Nodosaur is? It’s an armored plant-eater found here in Late Cretaceous North America. If you ever have the opportunity, I would advise avoiding having to eat Nodosaur at all costs. They’re mostly bone, the meat is especially tough, and it tastes like rubber covered in glue…on top of which, something’s not sitting well – I think it gave me indigestion. Then again, I’d rather be the one eating a dinosaur, then have it be the other way around! For more on the Nodosaur, read here. I’ll post from sometime in the Mesozoic again soon. – Dr. Williams

Making Return Trip to Base Camp

Dr. Williams again, posting from sometime in the Mesozoic. I’m currently making the two-day trek back to base camp, which has been extended thanks to a herd Alamosaurs. Do you know what an Alamosaurus is? It’s a considerably large Sauropod native to North America. They only ate plants, but were large enough that you wouldn’t find it especially fun if one happened to trod on you. Avoiding being caught under these things has extended my trip by several hours, compounded by my reliance on Dr. Greenspan’s maps which in retrospect should have been charted by someone who is not directionally challenged. For more on Alamosaurus, read here. Again, I must note that dinosaur’s breath in genuinely ghastly. I’ll update my log soon. – Dr. Williams

First Entry

This is Dr. Williams, posting my first log entry from sometime in the Mesozoic. I wanted to start getting my thoughts down before the next dinosaur attack, or spontaneous sing-along courtesy of Dr. Smuller. My rations are almost gone, and it’s a two-day hike back to base camp through territory crawling with Acrocanthosaurus. Do you know what an Acrocanthosaurus is? It’s a large theropod dinosaur, native to North America. There are plenty of them here in the Cretaceous. One of them bit Rogers the other day. He made it back to camp, but then a Hadrosaurus sat on him. For more on Acrocanthosaurus, read this, and for more on Hadrosaurus, try here. By the way, do you know the worst thing about dinosaurs? Their breath! I can smell it coming closer now! I’m setting out for base camp. Will update my log soon. – Dr. Williams

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