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Wrangler, tranq thyself.

First, we are going to walk Norm through some deep breathing exercises so he doesn’t lose control and force me to tranq him.

That’s right, I am holding the tranq gun and Norm is the one about to stomp things.



Okay, we’re ready. Wait, no he’s not. He’s growling. Let’s start over.



NORM! Control yourself.  I have a lot of juice loaded into this gun.




Okay, so Norm is a little perturbed. (At his behest, I’m currently holding a tranq gun to Norm, so you clearly understand that “perturbed” is putting it mildly, right?)

The Three Rivers Arts Festival comes to town this weekend and featured is a group called the Black Keys. They are a duo and one of the humans, a guy named Patrick, said some not very nice things about AIP.

I’m going to whisper it for you, so Norm doesn’t hear it again. 

He referred to it as “pseudo” because he couldn’t understand why he was getting such great grades. And he also said –

Okay, that’s all I got.  Norm just destroyed the newspaper. I’ve never seen him like this. But on the bright side, I’m HOLDING THE TRANQ GUN! I’ve never felt such a rush of power. Now I understand why Norm gets that little mwah-hahaha going right before he shoots me.

Listen, me being a fantastic, fearful, fearsome, formidable, and all around butt-chomping awesome dinosaur, you don’t believe for one portion of one iota of one percentage of one millisecond that I would ever be associated with a school if it wasn’t top notch and something to be more than proud of, do you?

This Patrick guy, he’s very confused.

Now, as for the Post-Gazette reporter, Mr. Scott Mervis, I’m a little angry at him for including that portion of the interview in the article in the first place. It accomplished nothing but making Patrick look dumb, making AIP have to defend its stellar reputation, and making me get a map and realize that the Post-Gazette building is just right down the block. I mean, I’m looking down the Boulevard and look right there.  It’s just right there.

Norm seems to be calming down a bit now. He’s doing his deep breathing while burning the newspaper in the trash can.

Hey, I wonder what this button on the tranq gun does if you —

Oh, I am in so much trouble.

Sleep well, Norm.

Hey, you guys, if you see Scott Mervis exit the P-G building, look left, look right, open his eyes in stark terror, scream “Oh, My God! A DINOSAUR!” and then take off sprinting toward the Point with a handsome, fearsome T-Rex hot on his heels waving a stolen tranq gun.  Well, I don’t know anything about that.



  1. Well, what can you expect from a guy from Ohio who is more proud of his 2.0 from Akron University than his 4.0 from AIP? He probably wouldn’t know a fearsome, awesome dinosaur if it rawr-ed in his face.

    Don’t worry, all the cool kids know AIP rocks.

    Comment by Amy on June 5, 2009 @ 11:23 am
  2. Infuriating. I have been to “legit” universities and saw how they did things there. The reason AiP students get better grades is because the staff takes the time to work with students on a personal level.

    My design skills have tripled since i came here last summer.

    Comment by Russell Skaggs on June 9, 2009 @ 3:05 pm
  3. Listen. We are not a fine arts school. We are commercial. So in a sense, we are a pseudo art school. Students are clients (which they forget) and are provided a service that they pay (a lot) for. In what business, if a client is dissatisfied, is it correct to get all huffy? The business did not meet the expectations of the client. Maybe this kid ended up in the wrong school, maybe AIP failed him, maybe he’s just an “arteest.” Regardless, AIP! Look around, because there’s plenty more dissatisfied students.

    Comment by Baker on June 18, 2009 @ 5:30 pm

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