Good day, weary travelers! It’s time for another Fun Fact, or at least this one is fun for me. Do you like dinosaurs kids?

Why am I even asking; EVERYONE LOVES DINOSAURS!!!!

The Jurassic Park series is one of my favorites in cinema history. Not because it’s cinematically revolutionary or anything like that, but because it’s what I grew up with. When I was a kid, I was at the Natural History museum a couple times a week. I love dinosaurs, hence the fact that I am pursuing a degree in paleontology. Now, although I love Jurassic Park, it is scientifically ridiculous. There are so many things it gets wrong that I don’t know where to start. So I’ll just go over the big one I have in mind; Velociraptors.

Above: Utahraptor, Below: Velociraptor

In Jurassic Park, Velociraptors are big and menacing, depicted as being as tall or taller than a fully grown man. This is not the case. the Velociraptor was actually closer to the size of a turkey. What you see in the movies is closer to the Utahraptor. I think you can see why they didn’t call them that; it doesn’t sound as cool. As you can see from the pictures above, the Velociraptor was small. That’s not to say it couldn’t have likely eviscerated a human being if it really wanted to, but the obvious creative liberties stand.

And don’t even get me started on the Mosasaurus in Jurassic World… Regardless of how miffed I get as a science major, the kid in me forgives Spielberg for the ridiculous inaccuracies.

Until next time, folks!




Posted: February 17, 2016 by Grimnir in Random

It’s hard to get through the week sometimes. When you’re life is dedicated to little more than work and school, more work and homework, it can feel like a drag. That’s why I go to trivia at a local bar, every Wednesday night. It helps break up the week, and it’s often the only opportunity I have to see certain friends. If you don’t already have one, find an activity that can break up the humdrum and help you retain some of your sanity.

I love trivia. Any kind really. Putting my otherwise useless knowledge to task is one of my favorite things to do on a given weekday. I play live trivia at a particular bar near where I live, every Wednesday night with a few of my friends. Much of the time, these friends are people that I actually met at the bar, people who I otherwise never would have crossed path with.

It doesn’t hurt that we win a lot.

I guess the point of this short blurb is that this Wednesday night trivia is what gets me through the week. It can be hard to get up in the morning, to keep slogging through the shitty shit that gets thrown your way, so be sure to have some fun when you can. in the words of the great Ferris Bueler, “Life moves pretty fast; if you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it”.



Fun Fact #2

Posted: February 11, 2016 by Grimnir in Random

Good day, weary travelers! The time has come for another installment of Fun Facts.

With the three-ring circus that is the current presidential campaign season in full swing, I thought I would touch on something that most of us think of as an immutable fact of politics in the U.S.; Polling.

We always have all of these poll numbers showing who is potentially in the lead in a given political race, but where did it all start? It started with a guy named George Gallup. Gallup founded the American Institute of Public Opinion in 1935, a precursor to what we know today as the Gallup Organization. But just like Edison and his phonograph, what the organization does today is not the intention he originally had in mind.

It was only to waylay criticism that he began taking polls of a political nature. Many were skeptical of his results, and questioned why they should trust them. Couldn’t he just doctor the numbers? It was Gallup’s prediction of Franklin D. Roosevelt’s presidential victory in 1936 that cemented the idea in the minds of the public that maybe, just maybe, there was merit to what he was doing.

The rest, as they say, is history.

Some neat stuff. Practically speaking, this information is pretty useless to most people, but I think its good to learn something new nonetheless, yeah?




Trump got trumped

Posted: February 3, 2016 by Grimnir in Random

Good day, weary travelers! Although most know by now, by the grace of whatever gods you may or may not believe in, Donald Trump did not win in the Iowa caucus. It’s a victory for anyone with a brain, to be sure, but the fight is not yet over. If ever there was an election year to get involved, this is it. Republican or democrat, Sanders or Rubio, make yourself heard. Your one vote may seem like small potatoes, but it matters. Every vote matters.

While this is a plea for citizens to be politically active in our system, this is also a plea for everyone to make sure that TRUMP DOESN’T WIN.

Guys a tool. A racist tool. A racist, misogynist tool. I could go on.

Keep the faith people. The only way a democratic system can work is if the people make themselves heard. As rigged as it can feel, do your part.



Good day, weary travelers! Today I’ve decided to drop an interesting bit of trivia, for those who may not yet know it.

Thomas Edison – you know, the lightbulb guy – made this thing a long while back called the phonograph. I won’t go into the mechanics of how it works, but the phonograph was essentially the predecessor to the record player. Nowadays, we have these newfangled music devices and it’s all… well it’s just tops.


What many may not know is that when Edison invented this archaic device of sound emission, he had it in mind as a recording device for higher purposes; Dictation, education, business, things of that sort. He believed that his invention would only be cheapened if used for the purpose of playing music. He eventually conceded, of course, leading over the next century to the extrapolation of other mediums for the purpose of musical recording.

Isn’t that neat? Bet most people didn’t know that. We learned something new today. Well done.


On the Origin of the Species

Posted: January 26, 2016 by Grimnir in Random

Hey Fisch-Failures…



Anywho, I’m going through a degree program right now for geology, eventually to be a paleontologist. Because dinosaurs are awesome, lets be honest. To be fair, vertebrate paleontology is only one part of the field, but that’s what I’m doing. I love it, it’s super awesome.

I’m reading Charles Darwin’s On the origin of the Species right now. I mention this because anyone outside of the field of biology or geology, or any field that concerns evolution, would probably get 3 pages in and say “FUUUUUUCCCCKKK THAT”. It’s super dry. Seriously, he goes on for 20 pages about pigeons. Really slow read. But I love it. I say this because everyone should find their Darwin. That something that many others would never do in a million years. Yeah, you have to make money and all that, but don’t settle for being miserable the rest of your life. There are ways to have your cake and eat it, too. Work for a living, but live for your passion.





One day at a time

Posted: January 26, 2016 by Grimnir in Random

Life is not easy. I’m not sure it was ever meant to be. Day in and day out, we all scramble to keep up with it all. I decided to start writing again while sitting in my journalism class on a particularly stressful day, as I came to the realization that without an outlet I would eventually blow a fuse. I think everyone needs something like this; a hobby or a space of their own where they can attempt to mentally and emotionally tackle the things that threaten to bring them crashing down every day.


My grandfather died recently. Or at least it still feels recent. I don’t like saying “he passed” or “he left us”, because it doesn’t work like that. Using every word but dead to describe losing a loved one doesn’t make it any less awful of a feeling, so why not be honest about it? To say he and I were very close would be a gross understatement. Growing up, my father was pretty much non-existent, so my grandfather stepped very willingly and successfully into that important role of male mentor. He taught me almost everything I know about being a man, and I am only as capable as I am thanks to his patient guidance.

Anyway, he had this shop in his basement. Whenever I wanted to make something or had a project for school, he would take me down to the shop and teach me. Every time I was in the shop with him, I learned something new. After his death, I stopped going into his shop. We never talked about it, but the rest of the family all agreed that it should pass to me; his space and his tools. I just couldn’t be in there without him, it seemed somehow cosmically wrong. After a few months, I finally opened the door and walked in. I started cleaning it up and putting everything in it’s proper place. He had school pictures of my brother and I on the cabinet doors and all the little cards we made him over the years, the ones from before we could spell. It was difficult to say the least. But he always used to say to me “if you use the shop, it better be clean by the time you’re done”. Somehow, from the grave, he was right there nagging me again. That made me laugh.

Going in the shop isn’t so hard anymore. Every single pen or ring I turn on my lathe reminds me of when he was here, and I smile. I would show him what I made and his face would light up with this ear-to-ear grin. Sometimes he gave a little chuckle. He never really told me he was proud of me in so many words, but he never needed to. We had our own language. For a while there, after he died, I wondered if I had told him I loved him often enough. I don’t worry about that so much these days. I think he knew.

Don’t ever let yourself wonder. Make sure they know.