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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Is it the right time for a dinosaur poo watch?

Morsch's production lately has slowed to a painful lumber (the same way Morsch himself moves). Maybe he's on a summer break or something, but in the absence of new material, here's an old analysis from the days before this blog...

This one promises to be a classic. [Editor's note: not so much, as it turns out]

One wonders how an idea like this came about: A Swiss watchmaker has decided to make a timepiece in fossilized dinosaur poo.
Certainly beer was involved in the decision-making process.

Bingo! As previously stated - any strange idea, Morsch attributes it to beer. Maybe he's trying to make this into a running gag of some kind?

According to a wire service story, watch designer Yvan Arpa (which I believe in Swedish translates into “Bob Knucklehead”) has decided to forego the standard watch-making elements of gold, diamond or titanium and make a watch out of dinosaur poo.

Ah, ethnocentrism - is there anything funnier? Also, has he ever heard of amber? Fossilized tree sap? Maybe he could do a column on that one, too.

And sell it for $11,290. Oh, and the watch strap on which the dinosaur poo timepiece is attached will be made from the skin of an American cane toad.

Laugh at it all you will, Mr. Morsch, but dinosaur droppings must be pretty darn rare. And as for the strap being made of toad skin… well, a lot of things are made from strange things. Wow, our clothes are made from some kind of worm by-product called "silk"!

Bob is quoted as saying that the doo-doo came from a plant-eating dinosaur that died about 100 million years ago in what is now the United States. No mention is made in the wire service story as to the legitimacy of those claims.

I was actually confused as to who "Bob" was, until I realized he was referring to his mockery of the name Yvan Arpa. Haw haw, it's funny because their names are different from ours.

Forget the “creativeness” of the idea, how does one go about locating fossilized dinosaur dung?
Ideas like this can elicit only one response from me: You gotta be bleepin’ me.

They find it through a long, expensive search, no doubt. If it was easy to find, the watch would be cheap and/or worthless. Maybe someone should explain the meaning of the name "fossil fuels" to Mr. Morsch, and he can write a column entitled "I have a bone to pick with where oil and coal come from" and suggest that Henry Ford drank a lot of beer while inventing the automobile.

And what's he bleeping out? You gotta be… kiddin' me? And note, below, his "labels," none of which actually relate to this story.

Labels: Mike Morsch, Montgomery Newspapers, Outta Leftfield