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100-million-year-old Pterosaur Fossil Discovered
choka writes: "According to Wired news, A 100-million-year-old skull of one of the weirdest creature has been discovered in Brazil. The fossilised pterosaur skull belongs to one of the world's first flying vertebrates and its head measures 4.5 feet long due to the size of its GIANT crest. The story is here. New Scientist has pictures."
That's almost as outdated as the technology behind Linux.
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The crest is covered by a network of grooves that Kellner said represented an extensive system of blood vessels that the pterosaur may have employed to regulate its body temperature -- in this case, cooling off.
Bennett called this "a reasonable conclusion," but said there is "an awful lot of evidence to suggest that crests were used for sexual display" in other pterosaurs.
i bet he was popular with the cavewomen
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Posted by timothy on Friday July 19, @12:20AM
from the big-weird-head dept.
choka writes: "According to Wired news, A 100-million-year-old skull of one of the weirdest creature has been discovered in Brazil. The
fossilised pterosaur skull belongs to one of the world's first flying vertebrates and its head measures 4.5 feet long due to the size of its GIANT
crest. The story is here. New Scientist has pictures."
The fossilised pterosaur skull belongs to one of the world's first flying vertebrates
:)
I don't think this is accurate. The article states that the skull is only 100 million years old, and pterosaurs had been around since about 225 million years ago.
Damn freaky looking thing though.
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The New Scientist depiction looks similar to what Toucan Sam would be, if he was designed by a mad scientist on acid instead of some marketing exec.
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According to Wired news, A 100-million-year-old skull of one of the weirdest creature has been discovered in Brazil.
Now, according to the article:
The 100-million-year-old skull was discovered in 1983 in Brazil
I mean, ok, slashdot is usually a bit behind but this reaches new heights... You're 19 years late guys! :)
Tomorrow will be cancelled due to lack of interest
...even 100-million years ago life was all about sex... eh, explains it all! :P
I once heard that an albatross or condor wingspan was about as long as was physically possible, yet these pterosaurs seem bigger. What am I missing?
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So I said, "What the hell are you doing?" He didn't have an answer, he mumbled something. Fucking people responsible for our security should not be illiterate perverts.
I think it's about time to dump the bar. I am sick and tired (and tired always follows sick). But that's a small thing in the end, I guess.
Right now, I'm waiting to find out if I have to do the jury duty thing. I won't find out until 11:00 or so. Until then I can "entertain" you guys with my weekend. Bear with it. There's light at the end of the diary...
So, Friday night felt like a complete clusterfuck. I was down a man (a family reunion in Abilene, poor guy) and training 2 new guys. It just felt like everything that could go wrong went wrong, but that wasn't the real topper to my weekend. Friday night, one of my Underlings (specifically Jigsaw, frequently referred to as Underling1) told one of the managers and told me that he would be calling in on Saturday and wouldn't be coming in. You see, Jigsaw asked me a couple of weeks ago to get Saturday off for a family thing. I couldn't give it to him because the other guy who was off asked first, gave me more then a month's warning and I could only spare one person. So Jigsaw just decided to "tell" me that he wasn't coming in. Specifically, he said that no job was worth disappointing his family. Noble sentiment that was going to piss me off.
So Saturday night, I had one experienced person, two newbies and myself working. It was a little packed but manageable for the first couple of hours until "They" arrived. And by "They," I mean Vinny and Dimebag from Pantera. That's when the pooch got screwed. People started calling all their friends to come to the bar because Vinny and Dimebag were there. People started drinking because they were hanging and being bad asses with Pantera. Truth be told, I couldn't give a fuck about them, but when celebs show up, it's my job to take care of them. Being a man short made that job difficult, but doable. Being another man short made it next to impossible. But the real topper was that there was a fight in another part of the club and I didn't even find out about it until it was long over and done with. Turns out that one of my Underlings went to toss a guy, and the guy turned on him and none of us (Security) was there to back him up because we were spread so thin. So a couple of the bartenders came from behind, got the guy out, told him to go away, got swung at and chased him into the street to get him gone. I played no part in this at all because while all this was happening, I was at the door carding people. If Underling1 had been there, I wouldn't have been at the door. I would have been able to go where the trouble was. I was not happy at the end of Saturday night. So I took Underling1 off the schedule for a couple of days.
Did I act hastily? Maybe I did, but I'm not going back on this decision. I could say some kind of thing about people being the fingers of a hand or the cogs of a machine, but all that's crap. What it comes down to is one of my people let me down. It wasn't even because he was sick or something. I know it was a family thing, but I have bent over backwards to accommodate him and his family. I figure just because I don't have a good relationship with my family doesn't mean I should begrudge him his. But I've done it far too many times. And he's just going to inform me that he's not coming in? Well, I can inform him that he's not coming in also. Truth be told, I should have fired his ass, but unfortunately, I need him because we're already short of people and he's going to fuck up and get fired eventually because he's done it before. The thing that really pisses me off is that his absence kept me from doing my job as well as I could.
And that's why I should probably drop the bar. I can't do the job as well as I would like because I'm only working there two days a week and it's not worth the money or the risk to my person. That and I have a lot of trouble caring about some facets of the job, too. But I seem to have an overdeveloped sense of responsibility. I don't want to leave them in the lurch. I've already had people tell me that when I leave, they think things will go back to shit. I don't have the hubris to think that the entire place will fall apart without me, but I know that I do a lot there and they'll never get another person like me anytime soon even if the double what the position pays. I should be replaced and soon.
I did get one uplifting thing this weekend. A friend of mine and his wife finally legally changed her son's last name to his (and her married) name. They finally gave him a middle name, too. And the named him after me. Aeren Marcellus Throgmorton. I was and am completely touched. That just kinda makes all the other stuff just not matter doesn't it? This is without a doubt the biggest honor of my life. Heck, this even beats when Bob asked me to be his Best Man.
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