So, meet Dreadnoughtus, the 65-ton, 26-metre-long plant-eating behemoth from the latest Cretaceous – 84-66 million years ago – found in Argentina. It is named after the British battleship HMS Dreadnought, the first in a series of ships that sparked an arms race between Britain and Germany before and during WWI.
Now here's one for you to think about- just what makes this story MWN-worthy? Answer in a little bit.
Here's a bit of irony- I recently got this spam comment on an old post:
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Apparently Megapolis Hack is a game-cheat tool based on a Facebook page (and gee' thanks for that!).
Speaking of spam, Laurie has been inundated of late by spam calls, so when I got a call from a number I didn't recognize, I just assumed and hit the ignore button. A half-hour later, Laurie got another one, so I looked it up. Then I looked up mine.
It was the CU that holds our car loan, reminding me their payment is due. OOOPS...
So you missed one day of work dept.: Remember the long story about my machine a while back, in which it just suddenly decided to cut first and draw lines second? This is a problem for many reasons, not the least of which is that if you cut first, drawing the line second moves the fabric. Last time this happened, after I and our facilitator e-mailed the guy at corporate who knows how to fix such things SEVERAL times to nothing but excuses, until I went to our spanking new plant manager who swiftly received a "Yes, sir, right away, sir!" reply. So our senior engineer (the word "engineer" should tell you where this story is headed) was SUPPOSED to write down what to do in case it ever happened again.
And, it happened again. And instead of transferring his notes to "the black book that I use for my brain", he apparently transferred them to the nearest trash receptacle. Thus, he had to call the guy at corporate again... this time, I was there to watch and write everything down. I'm not going to trust his "paper brain" any further than I trust his organic one.
|Not on his desk that I know of. But should be.|
Next, as I was cutting an older pattern, the machine suddenly stopped and asked to be reset. So I reset and re-started. This time it broke my blade when it stopped in the exact same place. Change the blade, reset everything, start again. BREAKS THE BRAND NEW BLADE AND STOPS. Put in another new blade. reset, re-start. Stops in same place, but spares the poor blade. Repeat one more time with same result.
Fine. I'll just call the part a loss, move the fabric down, reboot the pattern from scratch.
Worked fine. Nary another problem.
On the other side of the brain divide, Laurie texts me that the funny occasional screeching noise from our AC blower is getting louder and more obnoxious. The other day, Scrappy went over to the intake looking for the puppy he thought was being ground up. So Laurie called the complex. "I figured we better do something before the motor seizes up or something."
Guess what? The motor was about to seize up.
The guy said, "We have one we just re-conditioned back at the shop. I'll be right back." Laurie showed him to the door.
I said, "You should ask him for a job application while he's at it."
All right, so what was so funny about a dinosaur found in Argentina being named for a British Warship?
Oh, I don't know... perhaps the irony of naming anything after a British Warship in ARGENTINA....