Whoops, I forgot to blog yesterday.

Okay, I'll be honest. I didn't forget, I was just too drunk. You're welcome.

But I did finish Jurassic Park. See, my day wasn't completely useless. I thought it was excellent. I mostly just read at work, and this one guy from somewhere in Wisconsin came in and asked if I was reading it for the first time, so we got into a little discussion about how great Michael Crichton is. He suggested I read Eaters of the Dead, one of Crichton's less-known novels, and I promised to look into it. I also explained my Contact (by Carl Sagan) theory and he agreed that they were both science writers and that's how I would come to that conclusion. He was a nice guy. I should have given him a better price.

I digress.

I finished it, like I said, and I loved it. The velociraptor scene did not disappoint, folks. Hooray! That kid, Tim, he's a smart little guy, isn't he? I was into dinosaurs when I was a kid too but that's just above and beyond. If I were stuck in Jurassic Park I'd probably want him by my side instead of Dr. Grant. Or not. I'd be that other kid, Lex, and I'd just whine about being hungry the whole time.

And without writing out a real spoiler, let me just say that that Hammond fella got what he deserved. Kind of. Why didn't the kids seem more upset about it?

I almost wish it was possible to create dinosaurs from DNA found in bugs in fossilized amber, and then I remember that they would KILL US ALL and decide against it. Maybe just the herbivores, y'know?

Next on the list is Bluebeard's Egg and Other Stories by Margaret Atwood. I've never read any Atwood. Hope I'm not on the wrong path.