Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The Praternal Unit and the Dinosaur

Again, we brave the roadways of Los Angeles in the quest for fortune, fame, and glory. Or just to see some dinosaurs.

 We shall conquer...

Actually, the traffic really was not that bad, either on the way there or back. The paternal unit suggested it was due to "holiday time," and most workers opted to take an extra day or two off. Whatever the cause, we reached the Natural History Museum in near record time. Unlike previous trips, we parked on the opposite side of the museum, so we experienced some of the California Science Center.

 We found a big plane

The paternal unit quickly identified the plane, its make, and its year. I remember it was big, flat, and nicely framed by tree branches. Thus, the difference between engineers and library students was established.

 An Arabian monster

Inside the Science Center, a large display representing a "typical" Arabian camp site filled the ground floor. Jerome posed appropriately. Still, the dinosaurs beckoned, so we journeyed to the museum.

 Pretty

In preparation for the museum's 100th Anniversary, an army of workers cleaned and planted the front of the building. It looked incomplete, but classy.

I never noticed some of the class within the building. The hanging lights also added antiquated but elegant details.

 Hee hee, we get in for free

We unintentionally arrived on no-pay Tuesday, so we got to enjoy the museum for free. I cannot describe the smile on my face. Other than it probably looks weird or like a cartoon's. After taking care of formalities, we promptly migrated to the much awaited Dinosaur Hall. It did not disappoint.

 You boneheads!

Many of the exhibits rested at waist level, allowing even young viewers to see the fossils with little difficulty. Most were bordered by bright illustrations and informative descriptions.

 No difference whatsoever

Still, many exhibits attracted attention on their own virtue.

 I'm not jealous...much

Despite the care of the museum, some visitors seemed worryingly distracted from the exhibits.

 Taken mere seconds before a massive PR headache

A few items featured impressive items combining large sizes and amazing details. The paternal unit and I were especially excited by the delicate dinosaur skin imprints on a massive fossil. 

 A bonding moment

After our initial exploration of the Dinosaur Hall, the paternal unit and I needed sustenance. We traveled to the cafeteria, only to be ambushed by the Civil War. 

Do not worry. 

We won.

 Do you realize how quickly wars would end with the increased use of mosasaur cannons?

Thanks to the museum's daily tours, we found ourselves back in the Dinosaur Hall. Our tour guide, Ashley, answered a lot of our speculations regarding cervical ribs, secondary jaws, and balance capacities. I will not write the answers, though. You will have to look them up yourself. *Evil, evil laugh!*

 She likes me!

Actually, she thought Jerome was adorable. She also gave us several recommendations for future trips.

While the dinosaurs were (incredibly) fun, we also saw some other parts of the museum, such as the North American Mammal Hall, the African Mammal Hall, and the Hall of Mammals. The latter featured fossils of extinct mammals from the United States, particularly California.

 This mammal looks like a reptile. 

The mammals looked impressive, but Jerome was determined to one-up them all.

 I'm taller!
We also slipped upstairs to the Dino Lab, where the museum prepares specimens for future displays, loans, or storage.

 This is a plesiosaur

I will always love to look behind the scenes.

We were both pretty tired at this point, but I saw something that caught my attention. No, it was not the prehistoric Horn of Plenty.

 An ancient cornucopia 

Instead, beckoning item of the room was a model of a t-rex skeleton. While most patrons enjoyed the hands-on approach of the display, Jerome immediately witnessed an unexpected hazard.
Heeeeeeeelllllpppp!

We managed to escape though our wits, agility, and a disembodied shoe/watch combo.
Until next time, peace out, mah ninjas!

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