I do not like to speak ill of the dead, but today I have a story to tell, a very, very, very, very, very old story, and I fear I must.
As you no doubt remember, my first failed business failed in trying to sell nemesis asteroid meteorite countermeasures to dinosaurs because I was unable to convince them that there was a real need.
There are two parts to the story, that I don’t often retell, but today is the day that I do so.
The first part is about Annie the Ankylosaurus. Everyone, myself included, really liked and trusted Annie. She was among the wisest of all the dinosaurs. But Annie was tricked by the Stygimoloch Sty into believing that sun parasols would be adequate protection from meteorites. Because everyone trusted Annie, they didn’t check her work and blithely told all their friend who in turn bought parasols from Sty. I am sure you can guess what happened.
The second part is about Eddie, the Edaphosaurus. I had done favors for Eddie in the past. I didn’t have strong feelings about Eddie one way or the other. As Sty was deceiving the world, I asked Eddie to introduce me to Rex (I think you all remember Rex; his friends called him T for short). Much to my surprise, Eddie said that he only made introductions for clients. It would take a retainer that my fledging countermeasures company could not afford (plus an insanely large success fee) to retain Eddie.
He didn’t make the introduction. Rex never learned of the true nature of the danger and never mandated our countermeasures.
Our company failed and none of the dinosaurs lived, happily ever after or otherwise. Perhaps if we had a remote work plan, we could have held the business together, but somehow I doubt it.
That was back before I started Dinosaur Ventures.
I hadn’t thought about this since back to the days when dinosaurs stopped roaming the earth. Not until today. Today I met the reincarnations of Eddie and Annie. In all these years I had not, but today was the day.
Today I am sad.
Very sad. Of course, 100 million years without hitting either of these problems again isn’t a bad run. Can I hope for another 100 million years?