That's the noise an Allosaurus makes, apparently.
Which I heard in person, at the Walking With Dinosaurs live show, which visited the Air Canada Centre on the weekend. The two Junior Ricardipi and I also visited the ACC, at the same time.
And it was this: great. Lots of fun fog and lighting effects, huge audioanimatronic dinosaurs, smaller dinosaurs with people inside them (operating them, not being eaten) and narration by a guy who was like a calmed-down Nigel Marven with a hint of Aussie accent. Absolutely great. JR#2 was a little scared, and maybe the show was a teeny bit long for her, but JR#1 was entranced the whole time. The only downside was that Mrs. Ricardipus didn't come, since the tickets were horrendously expensive. But she got a bit of time to herself, which was nice.
The show-stealer was a baby T-Rex... until mummy T-Rex came along to fetch her home, that is.
And as a bonus, in the drizzle on the way home I saw a jet-black Ferrari Testarossa. That dual mirror-stalk is unmistakeable, just in case I missed the ridiculously huge cheesecutter side strakes. 400 horsepower-ish and rear-wheel-drive - not the first vehicle I'd choose to drive in the rain, though.
In other news, the wretched report from before has given way to a grant application, which got polished off yesterday. Now I have a progress report to complete, for tomorrow. All of these are for the same funding agency. What, do they think we don't sleep?