These are not your childhood dinosaurs, my friends.

As a kid, I went through a brief period of being way into dinosaurs. I mean, what kid didn’t go through that period, right? My personal favorite dinosaur was the Ichthyosaurus, though I suspect not so much for its aquatic habitat as for the fact that I could pronounce the name and was hugely proud of that fact. (I had no particular genius as a child except that I spoke very clearly and could pronounce the words that nobody else could. I kicked ass at reading aloud. I was even cast in a play solely for my ability to pronounce the word “streptococcus.” (It was a play about teeth.) I was lucky, incidentally, that life is not really a Greek tragedy or my immense hubris about my ability to say things correctly surely would have rendered me mute or something by now.)

Anyhoo. Dinosaurs. You’ve no doubt heard that they had feathers, and were warm-blooded, and all this stuff–and I mean, holy crap they’re not your grandpa’s dinosaurs now, kids. Check out this article and see for yourself, or totally ignore this entire post if you find it ranting and self-interested. Which is obviously is.