McKinney, Texas (by Mumbles Prometheus, Web Content Team) -- "It's too early in the day for this kind of inanity," I muttered to myself as I stood squinting in the harsh mid-day Texas sun. In front of me, like something out of a tortured childhood fever dream, loomed a Tyrannosaurus Rex. We were way out north of town in McKinney, next to a cemetery. We'd been sent out here to interview an artist, that much was incontestable, but beyond that I couldn't be sure what to expect. I had a suspicion there'd been some misfiring in the communication between my editor, the artist, and myself in the run up to the assignment. But I couldn't confirm or deny anything at this point.