Newly discovered European dinosaur thought to have disemboweled prey with razor-sharp talons, or just sat there sipping coffee and listening to techno

The discoverers reported on Monday that the dinosaur, the size of a gigantic turkey, was a meat-eating creature that lived more than 65 million years ago in the Late Cretaceous period. They named it Balaur bondoc, which means “stocky dragon.”

Romanian scientists and other experts said that Balaur is the first reasonably complete skeleton of a predatory dinosaur from Europe at that time. Of perhaps surpassing importance, they said, the discovery may provide insights into the development of dinosaurs and other animals in a long-ago European ecosystem much different from that of today.

John Noble Wilford, New York Times.

OK first of all, it’s funny to say something is “about the size of a gigantic turkey.” Why not say it’s the size of a small rhea or a tiny ostrich or a freakishly large chicken?

Second, it’s described as something of “a kickboxer” later in the article, so it’s good to know there was European precedent for Jean Claude Van Damme.

The dinosaur scientists maintain that this is a new breed of predator, different from any they have previously identified, but then they’re probably reserving the right to do a complete 180 and announce that this is discovery is complete B.S. and the Balaur bondoc is exactly the same as some other dinosaur we’ve already known about for years, because that’s something dinosaur scientists do sometimes.

They’re also using the discovery to make reasonably interesting extrapolations about dinosaur evolution in isolation, but those seem like pretty bold claims considering how much we all know about how little we really know about dinosaurs.

And I mean no disrespect, dinosaur scientists. Seriously. But make with the cloning or stop acting like you’ve got dinosaurs all figured out.

Sick day

I’m wiped out today for a variety of reasons, nothing terribly serious, and took a sick day. I’ll probably end up writing something a bit later when I get bored of watching The Price is Right. Plus I’ve got a couple of image posts scheduled courtesy of reader Glenn featuring some recent ex-Mets and Hollywood lookalikes, both great calls that I hadn’t noticed before.

That’s Numberwang!

I’m heading to Darryl Strawberry’s restaurant today for a special, awesome Baseball Show episode, then out to Citi Field for Jon Niese and Anibal Sanchez. I’ll be back up and posting when I get there, but in the interim, please enjoy more absurdity from Mitchell and Webb. I know this is brilliant but I can’t figure out why:

Nineteenth-century ethical allegory seems vaguely pertinent to current Mets situation

A shipowner was about to send to sea an emigrant ship. He knew that she was old, and not overwell built at the first; that she had seen many seas and climes, and often had needed repairs. Doubts had been suggested to him that possibly she was not seaworthy. These doubts preyed upon his mind, and made him uphappy; he thought that perhaps he ought to have her thoroughly overhauled and refitted, even though this should put him to great expense. Before the ship sailed, however, he succeeded in overcoming these melancholy reflections. He said to himself that she had gone safely through so many voyages and weathered so many storms, that it was idle to suppose that she would not come safely home from this trip also. He would put his trust in Providence, which could hardly fail to protect all these unhappy families that were leaving their fatherland to seek for better times elsewhere. He would dismiss from his mind all ungenerous suspicions about the honesty of builders and contractors. In such ways he acquired a sincere and comfortable conviction that his vessel was thoroughly safe and seaworthy; he watched her departure with a light heart. and benevolent wishes for the success of theexiles in their strange new home that was to be; and he got his insurance money when she went down in mid=ocean and told no tales.

What shall we say of him? surely this. that he was verily guilty of the death of those men. It is admitted that he did sincerely believe in the soundness of his ship; but the sincerity of his conviction can in nowise help him, because he had no right to believe on such evidence as was before him. He had acquired his believe not by honestly earning it in patient investigation, but by stifling his doubts.

– William K. Clifford, The Ethics of Belief.

Hat tip to Carl Sagan.

Vendy Awards!?

Oh my. I just found out about this today and apparently they sold out a couple weeks ago. On Sept. 25, Governors Island will host the Vendy Awards, a cook-off between the city’s best street vendors. I applied for a press credential. Fingers crossed. 

From the TedQuarters San Francisco desk: Red Velvet Fried Chicken (yes, you read that right) review

As soon as Josh tipped me off to this item in the Daily News earlier this week, I dispatched familiar TedQuarters Giants insider Dailey McDailey with photographer Will McWill from the TedQuarters San Francisco desk to undertake a difficult yet important task: eating red velvet fried chicken.

I am happy to report that their mission was successful. Dailey reports:

A very satisfying meal.  Even ignoring the red velvet part, it was well-prepared fried chicken.  The brining made it very juicy, and it was cooked consistently all the way through.  The red velvet skin was interesting, but unobtrusive.  I could always tell I was not eating standard fried chicken, but was not overwhelmed by the cupcake flavor.  My one complaint was that the red velvet flavor was not consistent all over the chicken.  Some spots were more heavily coated than others.  The cream cheese mashed potatoes on the side were also excellent.  Very creamy with big chunks of potato in them.  The staff seemed like sweet girls, but were not fully prepared for two dudes to come bursting in at 10:31am on a Saturday morning demanding chicken.  We ended up having to leave, come back half an hour later, and then re-order and wait 15 more minutes before we were served.  $13 for a breast, thigh, and wing plus potatoes and slaw was not the best deal, but far from a rip off.  Also, the cupcakes were good.  I recommend the mocha.

Via text message, Will confirms. He added that the reports of lines out the door and the store selling out of the product were clearly overblown, though I probably should have warned them that the Daily News is like that.

Please, world, spread the word of red velvet fried chicken. Demand it at restaurants and then act surprised when they don’t have it. This needs to become a thing so I can try it somewhere near here. Alternately, I need to go to San Francisco so I can try it there. Or, one other possibility, I need to figure out how to make red velvet fried chicken.

Here is a picture, courtesy of Will, of Dailey eating red velvet fried chicken. Note how red velvety it looks, despite the fact that it is clearly fried chicken. Also try not to get lost in Dailey’s eyes:

Tale of the tape: R.A. Dickey vs. my freshman-year R.A.

I know you’ve been wondering how they stack up, so here it is: A tale of the tape measuring Robert Alan Dickey against Jacques, the friendly resident advisor on the fourth floor of the New South Dormitory at Georgetown University in the 1999-2000 academic year.

R.A. Dickey Jacques the R.A.
Headwear Mets cap Bucket hat
Enjoys reading Yes Yes
Beard Yes Varying
Weapon of choice Knuckleball Student-conduct citations
Widely appreciated facial gesture Makes hilarious face while throwing Looks the other way while you’ve got a backpack that’s obviously filled with beer
Dislikes Being pulled from a game early due to injury Hall sports
Willingness to let you play Bond on his N64 Unknown Frequent
Skills Controlling knuckleballs at multiple speeds, fielding position, flummoxing opposing hitters Playing various musical instruments, pulling off tie-dye, maintaining an interesting tumblr
Fun fact


Has no ulnar collateral ligament Introduced me to coffee milk