Not for dinosaurs. Except for birds, that ship sailed 66 million years ago.
So Steve “S. M.” Stirling (that name will come up later, spoilers) and I have a mild and jocular debate going on: he claims we (in our early sixties) are doomed to be the last generation to die before human lifespans get vastly extended.
I maintain that, with a little luck, if we can just hold on a few more years, we’ll slide in under the wire.
In any event, I never saw fit to start myself a “bucket list.” At least till now.
“RAWR means RAWR, unfortunately bald little dromaeosaur!”
Yeah. I need to hit at least some of these before I die. I’m especially hipped on the Royal Tyrrell Museum of Paleontology in Alberta, Canada, since my friend Randi Tinkham Hewett turned me on to it. And also Jurassic Land, since for the last few years I’ve had the conviction I needed to visit Istanbul, inexplicably – except for my love of history, since the city’s drenched in the stuff.
And you can help me … by continuing to do the good work of spreading the word about my upcoming epic fantasy,
The Dinosaur Lords,
to all your friends and family! Please.