Z is for Zoos (and killer zoos, like Jurassic Park)

I just finished reading Jurrasic Park and The Lost World by Michael Crighton for probably the tenth time. I haven't read them for a few years, though, so it was good to lose myself in those worlds again. I love those books. The movies don't do them justice (but really, when do movies ever do the book justice?).

Anyway, I kept thinking as I read, how silly it is with the premise that people would spend billions of dollars going to a Jurassic Park for a vacation. Only the super rich could afford the ridiculous price tag that John Hammond was setting for his dino-park, right?

I mean, if I had several thousand dollars just lying around, I could think of many things I would rather do with it than go see killer lizards. You know, I could, say, dye my hair and get super nice extensions. Or buy some new shoes, skinny jeans and cute shirts for summer. I could go out to dinner at a nice, fancy restaurant with Stephen where we dress up and they scrape crumbs off our table mid-meal and hold the bathroom door open as I walk in.

But go see dinos?

Nah.

Would you go to a dinosaur zoo if they were for real?

Stephen would. He would love to see them. And he'd probably love even more being set free in the T-Rex cage with some big guns and a bbq to grill up the rex-burgers after he shot it.

But you know, if Katy Perry (pre-divorce) would spend $200,000 to give Russell Brand a birthday gift into space, I'm sure there would be plenty of takers. (That gift, by the way, is insane. Seats on the shuttle run about $200,000. Riders travel 365,000 feet into the atmosphere, see the earth from space and float weightlessly for five minutes before heading back!) Worth it for 200k? Um... nope. See paragraph three. :)

So? Dino park... would you go?

And, PS, if you want a great book, without killer dinos, but with celebrities, crazy managers and cheating ex-boyfriends who try to screw with your current one-true-love, check out this one! xox