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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

I’m kind of a big deal.

You know you have made it, finally truly have been recognized as the handsomest, most awesome dinosaur in the world when you’re subject to fan Photoshops (or whatever the heck program you creative types use to incorporate my chiseled face into photographs).

Take a look.

This first one, if you put your ear to your monitor, you can actually hear those guys thinking, “We are just not worthy.”

TRIPPY!:

That’s pretty much how I look after I’ve eaten a sheep.

New York!

Picture that face with this text over it: “Ninja Dinosaur.”

Why isn’t that a movie yet?!

No matter what color I am, I’m pretty ridiculously awesome:

Finally, I want this one to be poster-sized and hung in my bedroom.

Sally, surprisingly, has rejected that idea on the grounds that that girl is a total babe.

Norm, couldn’t you just imagine a photography exhibit at AIP’s gallery that focuses on, well, ME?

I agree. Best idea ever.  Get on that.

Rawr.


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Rex

Mmmm. Sparkles.

Are you one of those girls (or boys) that can’t get enough of that sunshine-sparkling vampire Edward and his child-bride Bella?

I haven’t seen the movie or read the books, but everything I’ve heard about them tells me that I’d like to eat Edward.

I found this picture entitled “How Twilight Should’ve Ended”:

I believe personally that every movie could be improved exponentially if a dinosaur devoured the lead characters in the final moments of the film.  For instance, An Officer and a Gentleman. Think about it!  They walk out of the factory and “RAWR!”

Best movie ever!

Also, I bet vampires taste just like regular people, except a bit brooding-er, a hint moodier and a whole bunch sparkle-ier.

Yum.

Rawr.


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Rex

Stunning.

Here I am with my new G-20 background, which is the world map formed from various international ways to say “Welcome!”:

You might also notice that I’m wearing my best tie so that I can show the leaders of the world that I am a classy dinosaur. A dinosaur of taste.  A dinosaur who knows which fork to use.  A handsome dinosaur.  Pulchritudinous, if you will.  A dinosaur of many languages. Languageisimos, if you will.   A dinosaur Michelle Obama can feel comfortable inviting to State Dinners. A dinosaur that only on rare occasions misbehaves and steals major sporting event trophies. And I mean, VERY RARELY.

If you’re downtown for the G-20, stop by and say aloha to your bueno ami Rex.

Of course with all the security restrictions in place, you might have a hard time getting to me.  Too bad you’re not a giant dinosaur that can just walk across the riverbed like I can.

Also, Norm, yeah I found your car.  It’s drying off on the wharf.  YOU’RE POZHALOVAT!

Rawr.


Rex

The night I kissed Lord Stanley.

As I told you last week, I did not make it to the NFL kickoff concert at Point State Park, nor did I, the King of Steeler Nation, attend the game at Heinz Field.

With the entire city held captive by either that “dress” Fergie wore or by the mad football stylings of Troy Polamalu, Jake and I seized on a once in a lifetime opportunity to do what I have been threatening to do for three months.

Steal the Stanley Cup right out from under Sidney’s nose.

The first step was to be sure the entire student body was distracted and wouldn’t notice Jake and I slipping into the night like dinosaur ninjas.

You’ll notice Jake was SERIOUSLY angry about that bogus interference call on Troy Polamalu.  I managed to silence him right before he roared in anger.

Out into the cool night, Jake and I reviewed the plan which was 1. sneak out 2. steal the prize 3. laugh like mad maniacal dinosaurs 4. snack 5. nap.

That plan is foolproof.

Jake and I sneaked ninja-like through dark alleys and then swam the river up to Sewickley.  Here we are after exiting the river.

You’d never guess you were looking at dinosaurs would you?  Sally is a genius seamstress by the way.  Also, you should see the size of her sewing machine.

Look how happy Jake is!  Am I not the best mentor in the whole world?

After once again reviewing the plan and also informing Jake that under no circumstances was he to eat any of the Lemieux family pets except fish, we disabled the alarm system using a trick I learned on MacGyver last week (God bless bubble gum and toothpicks!) and slipped into Sidney’s bedroom to find this:

Aw. Sleeping with the Cup. How cute.

I turned to Jake and I said, “Ok. very gently, pick it up.”

And Jake walked over and gently picked Sid up like a little baby, to which I said, “WHAT THE CRAP ARE YOU DOING?!”

And Jake looked very confused and said, “I thought we were picking up dinner!”

Kids these days. I swear. Can’t even steal right.

After I set him straight, Jake gingerly returned a still-sleeping Sid to his bed then I grabbed the Cup, gave it a quick smooch and we were off.

Unfortunately for us, we didn’t know Billy Guerin was also staying the night at Mario’s place.  He saw us sneaking off the property and promptly hopped in his car to chase us down while angrily punching Norm’s number into his cellphone to let him know what I had done.  I can’t for the life of me figure out how he knew it was us. I mean, hello? Disguises!

I guess Jake just doesn’t make a very good ninja.

This is the last thing I remember as I slipped into a tranq-induced unconsciousness:

Pretty sure he’s telling me where I can go and it’s not “to have a nap.”

The Cup is gone. But I had it briefly. I kissed it. I hugged it. I drank out of it. I wore it as a hat.

I’m in a WORLD of trouble.

I haven’t seen Norm this mad since I flicked his car into the river because I was teaching Jake about objects that sink versus objects that float.

Here’s a lesson for you today. Cars? Not very floaty!

Rawr!


Rex

FREE CANDY!

So, yeah, I didn’t make it to the concert last night. I, uh, had something else I had to, uh, do.

Heh.

I will share my, uh, hijinks with you as soon as I get my camera back from Norm who confiscated it when he learned what I did last night. Thievery is such a strong word. I prefer borrowed permanently.

Anyway, while I’m writing the story up for you, why don’t you come visit me tomorrow at AIP’s open house?  There will be a photographer there just to take pictures of me with my fans.  And look!

That’s right! I’m giving away chocolate! Look!

Jake might be there too, in which case you might want to get there early to be sure you get a chocolate dinosaur.  Last time I took Jake to the Hersey Factory, well, let’s just say they don’t let dinosaurs take factory tours anymore.  Some new rule about “jumping in the chocolate vat” and “sucking it dry.”

See you tomorrow!

Rawr.


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Rex

It’s a football night in Pittsburgh!

I don’t have much time to write. As soon as I find my Terrible Towel, I’m walking down to the Point with a bunch of AIP students who invited me along to watch the free concert with Tim McGraw and the Black Eyed Peas.  I have the sneaking suspicion the only reason they invited me is because they hope I’ll give them turns atop my shoulders so they can have a better view. I’m okay with this.  As long as they’re babes.  And not Sally.  She’s ENORMOUS.

Then we’re heading over the watch the Steelers game at Heinz Field.  I don’t have a ticket, but I don’t see how that is going to stop me from getting in to watch the game. I mean really. Have you SEEN me?!

I’m going to take Jake with me because I think it would be a great learning experience for him to see how I finesse the security guards to let us through the gate and by “finesse” I mean [redacted by Norm].

I bet you $87 million that Norm redacts that.

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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Rex

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.