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Rex

Easter eggs.

Reader Mike brought this to my attention:

Of course it makes a T-Rex.  We’re God’s favorite creation so he likes to hide our images all over the place. I’ve heard there is a crater shaped like a T-Rex on the Moon, and did you also know that if you take the rest of the land masses on the globe and arrange them JUST SO, they will form the body of  T-Rex with a squirming caveman in its arms?

I totally didn’t just make that up.

Rawr.


Rex

Blor never looked this good.

Here it is!  Your first look at my 2009 Halloween costume, painstakingly made to replicate in exact detail what Blor’s kid Blor used to wear.

Note the fine fabric. Note my enormous biceps and strong jaw.  Note my festive Halloween background. Note the club in my hand that I will use to knock into next Halloween the first person that mutters ANYTHING about a skirt.

Rawr.


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Let’s be terrifying!

Having lived on this Earth for over 65 million years I have seen a lot of Halloweens and that means I have seen Halloween gradually transform from a holiday full of scary costumes, into a holiday that merely encourages young human women to dress as provocatively as possible as anything from a sexy maid to a sexy honey bee.  I’m not even making that up. Who is the genius that first looked at a honey bee and said, “Wow. Hot!” Or, SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS.

It’s stupid.  Halloween is for scaring people so I say we get back to that. Forget the silly sexy police costume or the sexy cow costume (I have no idea if that even exists, but I bet you $87 million it does), and let’s get back to being terrifying.

And what’s more terrifying than a dinosaur? Nothing.

Except these horrible costumes. Don’t wear ANY of these:

1. Adult Barney, because you look dumb and because I’ll probably flay you if I see you in it.  I can’t control my killer instinct when I see that stupid green belly.

2. Don’t wear this one because it apparently will make you dance like the last drunk, single guy on the dance floor of a winding-down wedding reception.

No one needs to see that.

3.  Don’t wear this one unless you want to look like a Jackal dressed as a dinosaur heading to a Furry convention.

That should be illegal.

4.  Don’t wear these ones because we’ve already talked about how we dinosaurs don’t believe in being saddled up by humans unless we have an express written agreement that we’re allowed to eat the human at the end of the ride.

Although I gotta say, riding a Pterodactyl sounds like an awesome good time.

5.  Finally, whatever you do, DON’T WEAR THIS ONE!  Because as you can see, Norm plans to wear it:

If that isn’t just the saddest thing I’ve ever seen.

Well, I’m going to go work on my costume for a bit and I’m going to do it being thankful that there is no such thing as a sexy dinosaur costume.

Oh, crap.

Rawr.


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Mail time.

Mixed in with the adoring fan mail I receive, are letters that I feel deserve a public response, as opposed to the normally private responses I send stating, “You’re cute. Call me. Don’t tell Sally. Bring Carcass. Rawr. Rex.”

1.  Reader Sean wanted to know what I, the King of Steeler Nation, predicted for this year’s Steelers.  Here are my responses:

  • Number of James Harrison sacks: Not enough.
  • Limas Sweed’s numbers: 1 and 4.  And I bet when he does math he’s all, “Drop the 1, drop the 3, drop the …” because it’s not like he catches or carries anything.
  • Stefan Logan, greatest returner in team history or another Allen Rossum?: You mean that guy that basically handed the ball to the other team last week?  I predict he gets eaten by a dinosaur named Rex.
  • Will Jeff Reed be arrested during the season? Seriously?  That’s like asking “Will we have a cloudy, gray day in Pittsburgh this fall?” or “Will Norm tranq Rex into next Tuesday when he learns where Leo and Leonis just showed up?”  There’s a 100% chance of yes.
  • Who will lead the team in touchdowns scored? Not Willie Parker that’s for stinking sure.
  • Season prediction (please include the team record): This season will rock and the team record is “Renegade.”

That was easy.  You’re welcome, Sean.

2.  This is from reader Paul:

With you being the biggest and most ferocious Pittsburgh sports fan out there I was hoping that there is some way in which you can help out the Pittsburgh Pirates. First I thought you could give them a pep talk on how the city wants to see the Pirates succeed. Afterall look at how we have embraced the Steelers and Penguins, don’t they want to have a parade with several hundred thousand human fans and one awesome dinosaur? If that won’t work you can scare them into being being better with a ferocious RAWR and your intimidating demeanor. Maybe you can send in Jake to practice his intimidation skills, also to Norm to tranq the upper management staff into doing everything in their power to get a better team. I just want to see the Pirates do better just as much as you like eating octopus for an appetizer.

Aw. How cute.  He wants to see the Pirates do better.  First, tranquing upper management won’t do anything but make them even more dead to winning than they already are.  What they need actually is a kick in the pants and by pants I mean bum and by bum I mean wallets.  But you’re in luck, Paul!  They lost 99 games this season.  It’s not like they can do much worse. HAHAHAH!  That’s a joke.  They can totally do much worse.

3.  And finally, this from hot babe Shannon:

Rex, just wondering if you ever gave Jesus a lift?

To be honest, once when he was a kid I did let him go for a ride, but only because his asteroid-hurling Dad scares the poop out of me, so I pretty much had no choice.  I did it for the survival of my species.

You’re welcome, species!

Rawr.


Rex

Going once …

Norm sent me an email about this news story explaining an auction of prehistoric items and then he pointed out this picture of a woman standing in front of some prehistoric shark jaws and Norm wrote, “HA! You’d be like a little snack for that shark!  Not so big and terrifying now are you?”

First, yeah, big jaws. Oooh, scary.  Second, um, who is alive and ruling Pittsburgh and who is now a section of bones and teeth being sold to the highest bidder?

Right.  I’ll await your apology, Norm.  Write it on a piece of paper and stick it in the box of the Wii you’re going to buy me to show how sorry you really are.

In addition, also up for auction is my friend Samson who I haven’t seen in AGES.  LITERAL AGES!  I’m trying to convine AIP to adopt him, but at a $6 million price tag all they would say was, “BWAH-HAHAH!”

What does that mean in English?

Rawr.


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Various Curiosities

1. Well the G-20 is over and while many of you stayed away either because you wished to or were told to, I have to tell you, international reporter babes are so much fun.

I would tell you “Don’t tell Sally” but she was up to her eyeballs in love with a reporter from France, so I don’t think she would even notice if I was otherwise occupied with international reporter babes.

I wonder if River Rescue ever fished that reporter from France out of the Mon.  No clue how he got there.  At all.

Also, best part of the G-20? HORSES!

What?

2.  An adoring fan of mine, @getfreshdesigns, sent me this picture:

It’s a T-Rex game and the object of the game is to flee the angry, monstrous, king of beasts, the terrible tyrant lizard T-Rex.

Please note the box says you will move “realistic dinosaurs” safely away from the T-Rex.  I assume this means the dinosaurs cry like little babies all, “Don’t eat me! Please don’t eat me!”

I approve this game and if the maker of this game would like me to film commercials for this game, I will put that loser Sham-wow guy to shame.

3.  Pittsburgh is wondering what happened to the lions that normally guard the Dollar Bank on Fourth Avenue.

Norm even posted about it!  Here’s the before when the lions were on guard:

Here’s the now:

As you can see, their handler/wrangler is just staring at their empty seats wondering where his charges disappeared to.  You know his tranq gun is hidden safely in that bag, locked and loaded.

Um, those are my buddies Leo and  Leonis (they’re twins doncha know?) and when they read about my adventure in stealing the Stanley Cup, they came to me and said, “Rex, your life is so awesome and all we do is sit there on our pedestals and sleep and eat the occasional bank burglar.  We wish we had lives as exciting as yours.  And a girlfriend as hot as yours.”

I’m paraphrasing a bit.

So I instructed Leo and Leonis to find themselves an adventure.  I’m expecting a postcard back from them any day now.

I think they said they were heading east first.  Something about New York City.

I’ll keep you posted, Dollar Bank, and I’m sure as soon as they’ve sown their wild oats, those two rascals will be right back guarding your building before you know it.

And to you, dear readers, if you see Leo and Leonis’ handler around and he asks you if you have any idea where they’ve gone, repeat after me: “I don’t know anything about that.”

4. Finally, no, I can’t talk about the Steelers right now.  I’m too mad, it’s too painful, and Norm has told me I’m under no circumstances to eat Limas Sweed.

Even though he deserves it.

Rawr.


Rex

Nana?!

The dinosaur world is abuzz because they found a skeleton dating before my time that is basically a small T-Rex, and these paleontological geniuses are just ASTOUNDED by this miniature predecessor of the giant T-Rex.

Tyrannosaurus rex’s likely ancestors started small — but perfectly armed — some 125 million years ago, dinosaur researchers reported Thursday. Puny arms, massive jaws, swift legs — all characteristics of the king of the carnivores — adorned a newly discovered dinosaur, Raptorex kriegsteini, reported by the journal Science. But Raptorex was only about 1/5 the length of tyrannosaur and flourished about 40 million years before T. rex appears in the fossil record.

First, “puny arms”? Come here and say that to my face.

Second, um, don’t your grandmas shrink with old age, too?

Rawr.


Rex

Tengos any questionisimos?

It is a good thing I know so many languages, because for uno, it has helped me speak to the cute reporter babes descending on Pittsburgh from all over the Tierra.

And for dooce, it means I can be of service by offering to answer any questions any visitors might have about our fine city.

Check me out:

So far, I’ve answered questions such as, “Where is Primanti’s?” and “What is a Pittsburgh Left?” and “Didn’t I tell you you aren’t allowed to make the visitors pee their pants in fright?” and “Why are you so handsome and amazing?” and “Why did you flick my boyfriend into the river?”

I’ll let you guess which one of those came from Mayor Luke.

Rawr.


Rex

More art. By Rex.

I woke up this morning from an incredible dream and was so moved by it, I immediately reached for my art supplies to painstakingly re-create the vivid details of the story.

I call this one My Dream.

Note I am a super hero. Note I am holding both the Lombardi trophy and the Stanley Cup. Note that Sidney Crosby is completely tranqed out of his mind. Note my ENORMOUS true-to-life arms.

Note the eye of the tiger. Note Sidney’s bird nose. Hee. Just a little humor I stuck in there.

Note to Norm, this dream does not in any way signify that my evil plan to steal the Stanley Cup is inching ever closer to fruition.

It is simply indicative of my excitement that Steeler football starts on Thursday.

That’s all.

Now, readers. My friends. You can purchase this latest installment of my masterpiece series for the low-low price of $5,500.  Unless you are Sidney Crosby and you’d like to buy insurance that a dinosaur doesn’t perchance enter Mario’s home and steal your most prized possession, then the price is $87 million.  Just a number I pulled out of thin air.

Rawr.


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CAR-NEEE-VAHL!

The Student Carnival was held recently here at AIP and I have to say this year may have been the best one yet.

Norm was kind enough to send me the pictures he took while I was busy enjoying the festivities with my worshipers the students.

Here I am preparing for the Twinkie-eating contest.

Do I really need to tell you that I won? Do I really need to tell you that I ate 544 Twinkies in 4 seconds and that I could have eaten about half a ton more if they hadn’t run out of Twinkies?  That’s just poor event planning, is what that is.   After dealing with the angry students and their false claims of “Rex, DINOSAURS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PARTICIPATE IN THE TWINKIE-EATING CONTEST!” I headed over to this table because first, there was a babe running the sno-cone machine and second, look at that guy in the red CLEARLY gesturing to me to eat all the cotton candy in the machine.

That’s a “Have at it, Rex!” face if I ever saw one. So I did.  After I dealt with the angry students and their ridiculous whining of “REX, YOU ATE ALL THE COTTON CANDY, YOU GIANT GLUTTONOUS JERK!” I then headed over to the bull-riding arena.

As you can see, that bull looks delicious.

After dealing with the angry students and their pouting and crying of, “REX, THAT WAS A MECHANICAL BULL!  YOU ARE GOING TO BE POOPING PARTS FOR WEEKS!” I realized I may have gone a BIT too far, so I apologized to the students, and graciously offered to give them all dino-back rides around the place for only a dollar each.

It wasn’t until about the 35th student took their turn “riding” me around that I realized that 544 Twinkies, 200 servings of cotton candy, and a rusting mechanical bull are murder even on a giant monstrous killer death lizard’s stomach.

So I headed home a bit early to mess with Norm’s Apple stuff and to steal his socks.  All in all, a great day was had.

Also, pooping rusting mechanical parts? Not that bad.

Rawr.