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Hi, I'm Rex, I'm a dinosaur and this is my blog.


So, the Canadiens it is.

Less than two hours until the puck drops, and I’m doing what needs to be done for the Pens’ chances against the Canadiens.

To every person on the planet who is not a 13-year-old girl, you’re welcome.


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Aboot last week.

I know. I know. It’s not that I mean to disappear for a week at a time, leaving Norm wondering where I’ve gone to and if I’m getting in trouble and how on earth it can be so darn difficult to track down a monstrous killer death lizard on the loose in Pittsburgh, it’s just that, it’s very hard to find a senator ripe for the taking.

As it happens, while I was stalking Senator Casey in DC, I learned the Pens managed to beat the Senators because Jake texted me with the score (you should see the size of my cell phone; it’s called an iPad).

I returned to Pittsburgh to find Norm waiting with guns blazing and with solidified plans to chain me down when he goes to sleep at night.

Either way, the Pens move on to round two, where I’m either eating a Bruin or a Canadien.

I’m hoping for a Canadian because I have no clue on earth what a bruin is.  It could be a car or a tree for all I know.  At least with a Canadian, I know I’m getting some bloody carcass, eh?


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All I’m asking for is one little senator!

So, as you know, the Penguins did not win their game and the reason they did not win is this …

Norm wouldn’t let me eat a senator.

I’m not even asking for a United States Senator! A lowly state senator would do. I wonder if I can get a state senator to “take one for the team,” so to speak. I wouldn’t even kill him. Just maim him a little bit.

Also, do you guys read the Pensblog?  They’re having a little photoshop contest about what “Out for Justice,” the phrase on the back of the White-Out shirts, means to you.

Here’s what I submitted:

I think the word you’re searching for is “bazinga!”


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I did it for you.

Dear Pittsburgh,

The Pirates won their home opener to the tune of 11-5 and I just wanted to say, “You are welcome,” and that “gifts of carcass are customary in such a circumstance.”

Fearing that 17 years of losing wasn’t enough motivation for the Pirates to play like winners, I decided to go and give a little motivational “pep talk” to the team before their first game of the season.

And by “pep talk” I mean teethy, rawr-filled threats of bodily harm.

Let me answer your questions now: No, I wasn’t invited. Yes, I broke in. No, Norm didn’t know about it.  Yes, someone called him. No, he wasn’t happy. Yes, he went Rambo on me with it.  No, I don’t know anything about the 150 pounds of hot dogs that disappeared.

Yes, I could use some Pepto, thanks.


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Dear Pittsburgh,

I came to the Google Day photo session only because I wanted to be a period at the end of the word Google or perhaps a part of the thing that hangs down from the second “g.”

You didn’t have to all go running off screaming like Godzilla was after you and the Mayor certainly didn’t need to call Norm up and Norm certainly didn’t need to set the tranq gun to “DECIMATE” before firing it at me.

It’s okay though.  I got Norm back.  I set my butt to “ANNIHILATE” before I [redacted by Norm] in his apartment.




Norm informed me that today is Google Day here in Pittsburgh, and so I figured that means I’m supposed to Google stuff.

So I decided to Google dinosaurs, specifically I decided to Google “dinosaurs are the best” because I figured I would find some really great dinosaur fan sites maybe being run by some really great and cute babes.

However, I didn’t get past typing “dinosaurs are” before Google decided it knew what I might want to search for:

Dinosaurs are Jesus ponies?

Dinosaurs are dragons?!

Dinosaurs are a myth? Yeah, come here and I’ll show you all the pointy myths in my mythical mouth.

Norm walked into the room as I was sending a strongly worded email  to every website that came up when I clicked on “dinosaurs are a hoax.”

Norm: Why are you banging on your keyboard so hard? And why have you destroyed my room again?  Also, have you seen my calculator watch?

Rex: Hmph.

Norm: What are you doing? You’re not sending Chachi hate mail again are you?

Rex: It’s Google Day, you said, so I’m “Googling” and I discovered that Google is prejudiced against dinosaurs because as soon as you type the word “dinosaur” into the little box, it starts spewing lies at you.  I mean, “JESUS PONIES?!” 

Norm: Oh, relax.  Try typing in “Barney is” and I think you’ll feel better.

What do you know?  I DO feel better.

I’d rather be a mythical Jesus pony than a very real, very flammable antichrist.


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I’m not saying humans are gullible. I’m SHOUTING IT.

If spending $12,000 on a watch that contains dinosaur poop isn’t your idea of high fashion, then perhaps you’ll feel more inclined to spend $140,000 on a designer watch that contains dinosaur bones.

Here’s the watch …

Do you see the dinosaur bones in there?  Right there.  See them?  Me neither.  But it gave me ANOTHER business idea.

I’m going to sell you this watch that ALSO contains dinosaur bones, and I’ll sell it to you for the low low price of $50,000:

Do you see the dinosaur bones in there?  They’re in there.  I promise.  That’ll be $50,000.

Also, if Norm asks if you’ve seen his lost watch … I don’t know anything about that.


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Insanity defined.

Einstein defined insanity as “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

Webster defines insanity as “mental derangement.”

Blor defined insanity as “boodee meechie fu ma” which roughly translates from Stupid B.C. to “setting dinosaur’s tail on fire.”

Would you like to know how I define insanity?

Paying $12,000 to wear dinosaur poop on your wrist.

Vesenaz, Switzerland-based company Artya says the watch set in fossilized feces will sell for 12,000 ($11,290) and comes with a strap made with skin from an American cane toad.

New business idea!

You come here to the school, line up, and for the low low price of only $5,000, I will tell you what time it is and then I’ll poop on your wrist.



I’m kind of a big deal.

Well, what’s this we have here?

Who is that stunning, very famous dinosaur appearing in the pages of the Trib, wearing a color so vibrant so as to bring out the eye of the tiger?

It’s Betty White!



(Don’t tell Sally!)

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I finally got my WearPittsburgh shirt and it is as stunning as I knew it would be on me.

As you can see, Norm gave me a weapon with which to use on anyone that tries to climb up on me at the parade tomorrow.

You might call it “The Flag of Ireland” but I call it “Certain Death.”