BONES TO PICK
In your attempt to separate dinosaur fact from fiction, you have a slight problem with facts yourself (No. 180, July 23). Regarding the statement that velociraptors were ”the size of German shepherds,” well, no. Unless there are seven-foot-long German shepherds around. According to The Audubon Society Pocket Guides: Familiar Dinosaurs, your basic adult raptor was seven feet long, was ”very powerful for its size,” and ”its large brain enabled it to utilize its weaponry to bring down prey far larger than itself.” Not bad for a ”dinky creature.”
— Mark F. Berry
Editor’s Note: Many paleontologists put raptors at six feet-about half of which was tail.
The 21st, if not the number one, question about Jurassic Park should read, ”Why were most of the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park not of the Jurassic period?” The main dinosaur stars were of the Cretaceous period. But then, how would the movie fare if it were called Cretaceous Park?
— Gary F. Pung
Isn’t it time we lighten up a little regarding absolute historical accuracy in films? Like most discerning viewers, I like my movies to get as close to the truth as possible, but I also like to be entertained. Sometimes, in the interest of moving a story along, or making it more exciting, certain artistic liberties have to be taken. That is why I was so disappointed in your recent article ”20 Questions About Jurassic Park.” No one knows for sure how raptors or any other dinosaurs acted. After all, raptors didn’t go to med school; in the film, they used their instincts to chase frightened children, and it made for a terrific kitchen scene. The King and I was based on a true story, but I hardly think Anna and the King of Siam danced a polka together.
— Katherine Olney
The other day, after I’d milked the cows and plowed the fields, I read your review of MTV’s The Real World. Well, let me tell you, truer words ain’t never been spoken like the ones you said about Kentuckians and what we take seriously. I mean there ain’t nuthin’ more serious to a Kentuckian than Garth Brooks singing the national anthem. But you did ferget a few thangs, like who can spit their chewin’ tobacco the furthest, who has the biggest tires on their pickup, the number of deer heads in your livin’ room, and whether your mama’s really your sister. We here in Kentucky sure do ‘preciate your lettin’ the world know just how smart we is.
— Kandace Tate
Attention Mr. (Pauly) Shore Thing: I’m almost 50 years old, and I like you even though you are a goofball. I also consider myself intelligent and stuff, you know? You’re wrong, wrong, wrong about only appealing to those 25 years old and under. There are tons of 40- and 50-year-old hippies out here — and Pauly, don’t freak, but we like you! The reason you don’t know about us is because we don’t affect your world, so you don’t even know we’re here. You’re making me feel very unappreciated, you know?
— Portia Clark Cook