Now Dino can go where no reptile has gone before: the washing machine.

Know what's awesome? I saw Blue Oyster Cult tonight in concert. Initially, when I learned I'd have the opportunity to see the show, I thought it would be kind of cool in a dorky ironic sort of way. But that was before I realized the members of BOC could shred it like they've got a pair. "Meedlemeedlemee!" twanged their guitars whilst playing such classic hits as "Godzilla," "Don't Fear the Reaper," and "Burnin' for You."

The audience was perhaps even more entertaining, thanks in part to the bar directly outside the front doors of the auditorium. Nothing is more awkward than walking into a room of middle-aged couples and pensioners as a twenty-one year old with a dinosaur on your shirt. "Damn kids," the dude in the "NEED MORE COWBELL" shirt probably thought as Joel and I found or seats just a few spots down from a dude who was air guitaring to the Journey song playing the PA pre-BOC. Two drunk guys spent the entire concert head banging, giving the "rock on" sign, and trying to pick up chicks. Mullets were abundant, and I'm fairly certain I saw the most amazing mullet in all of mulletdom. The front was so short that it almost didn't look like a mullet at all, but upon closer inspection one saw that the front half of this dude's head was basic-training-crew-cut and the back was a ponytail so long it would make Obi-Wan Kenobi blush.

In conclusion, Blue Oyster Cult rocks, still, even though I'm pretty sure only two of the four were original members. And yes, "Don't Fear the Reaper" had some of the best cowbell I've ever heard. Got rid of my fever, I tell you what.