You bet Jursweetassic

I prefer raspberries, but these are huge and that counts for something where I came from.

In social affairs, I'm an optimist. I really do believe that our military-industrial civilization will soon collapse. – Edward Abbey.

Some people, given one wish for the world, would wish for, inter alia, world peace, the global eradication of poverty, the equality of the races and/or sexes, or the protection of our compromised environment.

Not me.

Where others dream small, I like to dream big, baby.

Outside of my acquiring the ability to eat sour cream laced with raspberry jam and male-enhancement meds that actually WORK in unlimited quantities and with only the most, ahem, targeted of apparent weight gains, I really do hope the dinosaurs, again in unlimited quantities, come back someday and in the lifetimes of all those reading this - if possible, by tonight, even better - even more than I really do hope, and have for as long as I can remember, for the imminent and warp-accelerated fateful hurtling toward the earth of a celestial fireball slightly larger than the sun, whose arrival, Gott im Himmel, could not come soon enough the day before yesterday.

Of all the signs beyond appeal of our fallen estate, none could be more unarguable than our preference as a society - I almost said "civilization" - for taking our action and adventure on the grand scale condensed and literally de-Natured through the shimmering glass of our living-room picture screens rather than reconstituted to aboriginal strength straight through the shattering glass of our living-room picture windows.

As for the dinosaurs, they really do deserve a second chance, you know.

And never more than today, with supplies of their ideal source of protein at an all-time global high.

How about it, science?