I recently read that it’s been proven that dinosaurs actually all had feathers — so the pictures we have in books and the models in museums, that show them with tough, lizard-like skin, are all wrong. It made me think about what would happen if a guy who was alive then was magically transported to our times, and could tell it like it is. Like, maybe he’d see a T-Rex at the science museum, and he’d laugh and say, “Dudes, those things were covered in purple and yellow feathers! What you have here is what they looked like after we plucked them for Thanksgiving dinner! Creepy!” Or maybe he’d be an Aztec or something like that, and we’d be all, “We believe these tattoos represented tribal allegiances, and that these mushrooms were used for medicinal purposes,” and the guy would be like, “Dudes! That tattoo is the symbol for my favourite rock band, and those mushrooms are purely recreational, if you know what I’m saying.” And we’d all have a good laugh and we’d learn something too.

Then I like to think about what would happen if I were transported 2000 years in the future. My encyclopediatric knowledge of pop culture would make me a star. Maybe they would have excavated our landfills, and they’d have found all these books and magazines referring to something called “Star Wars,” but the actual movie and script would have been lost to time, and my amazing ability to recreate the movie from memory would have me heralded as a major historical find. Or maybe they would have found the lyric sheet from a Hi-5 album, and it would be wildly popular when printed in poem form, but the tunes would have been lost, and my ability to not only sing, but do actions, for every song would make me the biggest musical hit in ages. Or maybe they’d be like, “We think this device was used to hang curtains, and this other thing was maybe for storing your chewing tobaccco,” and I’d be like, “Dudes! That is a belt, and this other thing is an iPod. Hello!”