This whole thing started out as a children's book. My God-daughter had reached some age where she could recognize dinosaurs and, no doubt, some gawdaful movie had just come out with poorly drawn (poorly drawn, that is, til you compare them with mine) dinosaurs completely anthropomorphized out of reality. So, armed only with a Hypercard stack of clipart, Macpaint (anyone else remember that), enough beer to float the Titanic (if it didn't have that big hole in it), and spare time to burn, off I went. I got a couple of "drawings" done. Somehow, in a fit of eavesdropping attendant to stealing something out of my refrigerator, my Goddaugher's mom caught wind of the project and in a fit of pique I decided I wouldn't give it to my Goddaughter. Pining for some damned woman or other, I immediately penned the Dinosaur Poem and set about to hit 50 pages. And I did. Not all of the pages are here, for some of what I did was about my friends and that bit was hideously racist, sexist, offensive, misogynistic, and many times all at once.

At any rate, you can start from the beginning here or start from the first real dinosaur.

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