Weblog Sin Pies

By Charley Daniels

We’re going to see Pleaseeasaur Saturday. According to his Web site, he’s just signed a DVD/CD deal with Comedy Central. It’s about time the mainstream media recognized the genius of a grown man dancing around stage in a yeti costume, singing about noodles. Seriously.

Mike told me yesterday that he and his wife were still on the fence about going to the show. “We listened to some clips online,” he said. “We’re not sure.” People. Come on now. Maybe 25% of the reason for seeing Pleaseeasaur is the music. It’s more about the rest of the show. Listen carefully: THE YETI COSTUME IS JUST THE BEGINNING, THE TIP OF THE HILARIOUS ICEBERG!

Judging Pleaseeasaur based on some sound clips is like nibbling a piece of bun and concluding that burgers aren’t really your thing. There’s so much more!

The last time we saw him he was so funny that my girlfriend jumped on the stage and started dancing with him. She even kissed him. She wasn’t my girlfriend at the time, though, so I didn’t have to start some shit. I expect her to try a little harder to behave herself on Saturday, but you know what? If she does it again I won’t blame her. How can I? He’s that good.

By Mike Bijon

Weblog Sin Pies has neither the feet for news nor a long history of people finding us by searching for “dinosaur poo.” Nevertheless, I plan to extend that history a bit longer. Tragically, welcome to complete coverage of dinosaur poo on the net.

Dinosaur poo, I dub thee coprolite:
What’s in a name? In this case I don’t care about the name so much as what’s in that lump of coprolite, the scientific and polite society name for dinosaur poop.

Even better than just finding out the fancy scientific name for coprolite is dinosaur poo … or vice versa, is knowing that you can own a bit of history and buy dinosaur poo knick-knacks. What better way than a real dinosaur fossil, even if it is poop, to show your spoiled niece or nephew you care on their next birthday. And their parents will surely be thrilled to know that pretty, gift-wrapped package sitting next to the birthday cake and ice cream is a little, old lump of dino poo paperweight or big, old lump of dino poo bookends.

Lump of poo or not, it’s good to celebrate history and a Cambridgeshire village in Great Britain is doing just that. They have erected a 5-foot-tall bronze dinosaur poo sculpture — though they may be making as much history as they’re remembering. Even if Mom and Dad won’t fly you to Great Britain to see the dinosaur poo statue or allow any of that “dirty old stuff” to sit on your bookshelf, don’t fear. It’s still possible to get your picture taken holding a lump of dinosaur poo at the Science and Adventure Park, in Canada just a bit west of Maine.