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


Rex Responds

Reader Snuffelupagus (I’m guessing that’s not his/her real name) commented on this post and wrote:

Whether “Dr.” Matt Lamanna designed that awful Godzilla-esque doll or not, I’m sure he’d be very disappointed that Rex forget to italicize Triceratops. But maybe this will answer a long-standing question for me – while it’s scientific convention to italicize the genus and species names of organisms, do the organisms themselves do so? Or even care?

To expand on that thought, sort of like in the T.S. Eliot poem, do you identify with the name that scientists have given you or do you have your own secret name for yourself?

First, no, we dinosaurs are not big on italicizing our genus and species because that’s a human rule and dinosaurs are not ruled by human rules.  We follow Dinosaur Rules.

Secondly, I love the name Tyrannosaurus Rex because it means “Tyrant Lizard” and it sounds scary and big and fascinating and teethy.  Everything that I am.

On the other hand, my friend Sophie is a Barapasaurus and boy does she hate that name because every time we say it, we burp.  Drives her crazy.

Finally, do I have a secret name for myself? Other than Rex, I don’t. But I do have a nickname for my girlfriend Sally and that is Ponn Farr.

Google it.



Rex Responds. Volume I.

Since I started my blog last week, I’ve begun to receive some lovely email from readers like you, and I wanted to start off this brisk Burgh day with a peek at some of those emails.

First up, a kind email and a question from reader DC:

I would like to say welcome to the 21 century.
You have been a great land mark/mascot for The Art Institute for these past year.
I would like to know what you would like to ware? Yes they dress you up in weird outfit’s but you need to have a say in it.
You should ask the people who read your blog on what they think of your ideas.


1.  What I would like to wear?  Hmm.  In the winter, the fur of a woolly mammoth would do nicely to keep the chill out, but I bet PETA would have a problem with that and I’d probably wake up one day with my coat covered in red paint, or maybe some naked protesters ringed around me.  You know what?  I changed my mind.  I do want a woolly mammoth coat.

In the summer, I prefer to go naked.  Air out that which creation gave me.

2.  I wish I had a say in what I wear, but I don’t.  All I can do is stomp and shout about it when I wake up and see what they’ve done to me.  I will say this though, if I even SMELL bunny ears come Easter I will get very teethy about it.

3.  Ask readers what they think about my ideas?  I’m 65 million years wise, I have large teeth and I’m capable of crushing people with my big toe.  I can’t imagine they don’t agree with every single idea I have ever had or ever will have.  It’s called survival instinct, if I’m not mistaken.

This from reader Lisa:

Who is behind this? I’m an AIP alumni. Did Norm do this? Is it Norm!?

I demand to know.

1.  Look at the human, being all demanding of the dinosaur.

2.  What do you mean “who is behind this?”  Do you not see the title of the blog?  My picture up there?  I am behind it.  Do I visit your MyBook or your FacePage and look at your picture and send you an email asking, “Who is behind this?  I demand to know?!”  No, I don’t, Lisa.  I don’t.

3.  Norm?  Norm is my handler.  He likes to refer to himself as my “wrangler” because he occasionally gets to tranq me when I get out of hand and attempt to hunt down and crush “Dr.” Matt Lamanna.

Come on.

The dinosaur expert being done in by a dinosaur?  It’s poetic.