So far this morning I have hauled trash to the town dump, gone shopping (for soap and cat food), ordered a copy of The Beasts of Love from Wheatland Press for some deserving person who is too cheap to buy one, and cleaned the oven.  Just another day in the glamorous life of A Author.

Now I am trying to write with a kitten chewing on my fingers, and once again, to enliven a LiveJournal post, I must fall back upon dinosaurs.  The comic book being the inevitable bastard child of newspaper comic strips and pulp magazines, it should come as no surprise to anybody that dinosaurs infested both media.  Probably, if dinosaurs hadn't actually existed (and some goofy creationists -- if "goofy creationists" isn't redundant -- think that's so), people working in the comics and the pulps would just have invented them.

Here, anyway, are half a dozen lurid images from time immemorial, otherwise known as the 1930s and '40s.