What color is a dinosaur?
In older times you always guessed.
But microscopes can tell you more
Than plain conjecture at its best.
The understanding lacked before
Is with a struggle now possessed,
To learn the colors that I wore,
Like red within my crest.
As newer science comes along
To better understand the dead,
The finest paintings can be wrong,
Demanding others in their stead.
So always paint the color strong
On part of me that's tinted red.
You know the place it will belong:
The crest upon my head.
The Monkey and the Typewriter by Agahnim, literature
Literature
The Monkey and the Typewriter
A monkey in a forest found a typewriter one day,
And knelt before the strange device upon his hairy knees.
He could not grasp what it was for, but used it anyway,
And every morning came again to sit and strike the keys.
No Shakespeare, Keats or Twain was he; his text was no delight,
For never once did he look down to see what key he struck.
A page of random letters was the most that he could write,
And if a meaning could be found, the cause was only luck.
The monkey had eleven heirs, and fate struck all but one,
Whose mind was wise to danger that no other monkey sees.
And when the elder typed no more, his only living son
Took up his father's
Come cast your vote for Voldemort, the man who cannot die,
And join with all his followers to overlook his faults.
Invincible he is, they say, a fact that few deny,
For how can any man withstand such withering assaults?
His cruciatus strategy excels at causing pain.
The purity of bloodlines is his most important goal.
A chosen few have understood the key to his campaign:
Within his body dwells a mere one-seventh of a soul.
If Voldemort is not your type, accept another choice.
Vote Palpatine for emperor, and let his whims be laws.
The government will strengthen and the people will rejoice,
And this is how their freedom dies: with thunderous
Echigo mole is a curious creature:
Anger arises wherever he walks.
Footprints of rage are his notable feature,
Left by the steps of his dozens of socks.
Where did they come from, and how were they made,
So many they are and so proudly displayed,
In grandiose glee of his footwear parade,
Whenever and where opportunity knocks?
Astounding it is, you will never believe
That the socks were created quite far in advance.
And as a magician hides tricks in his sleeve,
So a mole hides his socks in the legs of his pants.
The socks are of vintage like bottles of wine,
To store and mature for his clever design:
To pull out a sock made in two thousand nin
How shall we three evolve flight?
Trees down or ground up, day or night?
When the proper traits we hold,
When we're warm in climates cold.
That will be ere an era old.
Wings that could have barely flown,
Semilunate carpal bone,
Bony tail with plumed array,
Air-sac-riddled vertebrae,
Furcula within a chest,
Claws with thickness well compressed,
Hands that fold but never tightly,
Metatarsals fastened slightly,
Trenchant pedal ungual two,
In a feathered cauldron stew.
Double, double, toil and try,
Fire burn and cauldron fly.
By the frameshift of my thumbs,
Something winged this way comes.
Fair is fowl and fowl is fair,
Flutter through the fog,
The Monkey and the Typewriter by Agahnim, literature
Literature
The Monkey and the Typewriter
A monkey in a forest found a typewriter one day,
And knelt before the strange device upon his hairy knees.
He could not grasp what it was for, but used it anyway,
And every morning came again to sit and strike the keys.
No Shakespeare, Keats or Twain was he; his text was no delight,
For never once did he look down to see what key he struck.
A page of random letters was the most that he could write,
And if a meaning could be found, the cause was only luck.
The monkey had eleven heirs, and fate struck all but one,
Whose mind was wise to danger that no other monkey sees.
And when the elder typed no more, his only living son
Took up his father's
Come cast your vote for Voldemort, the man who cannot die,
And join with all his followers to overlook his faults.
Invincible he is, they say, a fact that few deny,
For how can any man withstand such withering assaults?
His cruciatus strategy excels at causing pain.
The purity of bloodlines is his most important goal.
A chosen few have understood the key to his campaign:
Within his body dwells a mere one-seventh of a soul.
If Voldemort is not your type, accept another choice.
Vote Palpatine for emperor, and let his whims be laws.
The government will strengthen and the people will rejoice,
And this is how their freedom dies: with thunderous
Uncle James and the 2,000 Pears by Agahnim, literature
Literature
Uncle James and the 2,000 Pears
It is an old Christmas tradition in my family to give one's relatives gifts from Harry and David, a mail-order food company. In accordance with this tradition, in December of 1992, my parents placed an order to send my father's brother James's family a box of about 20 of Harry and David's gourmet high-quality Royal Riviera pears. A week later, we received a bill for $3,129.47.
Despite Harry and David's claims that their Royal Riviera pears were unlike any others in the world, this price seemed rather steep for a box of pears. My mother called the Harry and David headquarters on the telephone to ask why our box of pears had cost more than
I waited in a tiny house without a light or door,
That each progressing day was slightly smaller than before,
Until I felt the sudden urge to break and struggle free.
I came into the world in only natal feathers dressed,
Among my likewise siblings in an interwoven nest,
Atop a shrub amid a land surrounded by the sea.
Each day my father came to us with smaller lives to eat,
As slowly I grew larger and my feathers more complete.
Along my longest finger formed a broad and glossy wing.
With wings to press me forward I could climb an upright wall,
And now the nest where I had dwelt was also strangely small,
And I could not ignore the larger islan
I waited in a tiny house without a light or door,
That each progressing day was slightly smaller than before,
Until I felt the sudden urge to break and struggle free.
I came into the world in only natal feathers dressed,
Among my likewise siblings in an interwoven nest,
Atop a shrub amid a land surrounded by the sea.
Each day my father came to us with smaller lives to eat,
As slowly I grew larger and my feathers more complete.
Along my longest finger formed a broad and glossy wing.
With wings to press me forward I could climb an upright wall,
And now the nest where I had dwelt was also strangely small,
And I could not ignore the larger islan
Current Residence: Mars Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock Favourite cartoon character: Scrooge McDuck Personal Quote: "You must learn from your pain. Those who do not will never become what they are truly meant to be." --Shigeru Miyamoto
Favourite Visual Artist
M. C. Escher
Favourite Movies
The Incredibles
Favourite Writers
George Orwell, Ray Bradbury, William Beebe
Favourite Games
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past
Favourite Gaming Platform
SNES
Tools of the Trade
Pencils, ink, free time, and a computer that's not being hacked.
Agahnim, it seems you faked your death and decided to escape and time-travel between Mesozoic Era and today, safe from that Hyrulean brat. In order to complete that process, avoid a certain future Epona, accept my Llama, and everything will be alright!
Oh and a warning, if your royal wizardness is scared of strong women then make sure to never ever visit my castle in the DA kingdom
I am so glad I took a look at your gallery and I understand exactly how you felt going through school. Although I was never punched or harassed for my beliefs I always felt alone since there was an artificial conflict between God and evolution and because of my belief in God I was worried that my greatest love (the study of dinosaurs) was going to condemn me because I allowed myself to be swayed out of ignorance. I salute you for having the courage to rise to your feet and hold true to what you knew was true. I hope that we can be friends and that you will perhaps read my paper if you have time.
So you're going with a "day = age" reading of Genesis 1? That's pretty similar to what I believed for most of the time that I was a Christian theistic evolutionist. I'm no longer certain that's the best way to resolve the conflict between paleontology and the Bible, but I also think that the details of how one goes about resolving it aren't extremely important.
Even though I think I have a pretty good understanding of Christian theology, now that I'm not a Christian anymore I don't care all that much about how consistent other people's theology is. The only thing that really matters to me nowadays is that people be willing to alter their interpretation of the Bible on the basis of physical evidence, and more specifically to find a way to interpret Genesis that's consistent with what we know about natural history. I can see you've done that, so as long as you're comfortable with this reading of Genesis from a theological perspective, it shouldn't be my place to critique that aspect of it.