It was the evening of February the 14th, and we were returning home after a dinner on the water with a coffeehouse chaser. Nick asked inquisitively, "Do you have a movie we could watch?" I had to stifle the short burst of laughter, which might go by the name of "snort" in some circles. This was an absurd question:
- I have a decently-sized collection of DVDs, to which Nicholas has borne witness.
- There's no way our pathetic selves would remain wakeful through two hours of movie by the time we settled down before the television.
- Chances were good that a game of college basketball was being played somewhere, and somebody had the notion to televise it.
Right on all counts, I fell asleep to referee whistles and shoes squeaking in their friction...only to wake a short time later to a low snore. With utmost satisfaction, I thought to myself, "Yeah, so subconsciously, he finds sports just as interesting as I do...less, perhaps."
Sunday, at the Field Museum, we walked through a display of Chinese dinosaur remains, the little packets of soy sauce having not survived. Imagine my delight, or look at it for yourself if you click the above picture, when I stumbled upon Laurasia on
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