The resident faculty left the set-up to an old joke outside the mail room this morning. There are Golden Oldies, and there are Moldy Oldies. This clue was one of them. (More)

First our thanks to last week’s writers:

On Monday, you shared your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week, addisnana asked about Pay for Performance? in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan reported NCAR Director to Lead Geosciences Directorate in Our Earth.

On Tuesday, Winning Progressive brought us Elizabeth Warren for Senate Banking Committee, and Other Good Senate News in Morning Feature, the Squirrel declared Enough Preemptive Freakouts in Furthermore!, readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale: The Sort-of-Secret Santa List in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan spotted Climate Talks Open in Doha, Qatar in Our Earth.

On Wednesday, Winning Progressive discussed Mitch McConnell, Crocodile Tears, and Filibuster Reform in Morning Feature, the Squirrel ranted on “I think paying $40,000 a year should give me that basic right” in Furthermore!, addisnana puzzled over Parking Lot Designs in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan saw Doha Climate Talks Continue in Our Earth.

On Thursday, we began a series on Good and Evil with “One of the five most important conservative speeches ever given” in Morning Feature, triciawyse brought us Fursdai Furries in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan had More From Doha Climate Talks in Our Earth.

On Friday, we continued our series on Good and Evil with Conservatism as a Cult of Discrimination in Morning Feature, triciawyse shared Frieday Critters in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan reported Doha Climate Talks Not Getting Better in Our Earth.

On the weekend, we concluded our series on Good and Evil with Beyond Personal Morality in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked Let’s Make a Deal? in Sunday’s Morning Feature, Winning Progressive offered Weekend Reading in Furthermore!, we chuckled at Silly Sunday: Rice Over the Cliff in Evening Focus, and winterbanyan brought our weekly Eco News Roundup in Our Earth.

Note: Please share your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week.

Thus we return to the old joke left by the resident faculty as they made their way from the wine cellar library where they spent the weekend drinking thinking on our motto of Magis vinum, magis verum (“More wine, more truth”) to the hot tub faculty lounge for their weekly game where the underwear goes flying planning conference. The joke is one side of a telephone conversation:

HE: Y’don’t say.

HE: Y’don’t say….

HE: Y’don’t say!

HE hangs up.

SHE: Who was it, dear?

Pootie the Precious waited with baited breath. Not bated breath, meaning breathless anticipation. She’d just eaten, and her Gourmet Grill Supreme smells like something you might use to catch fish. Thus, with baited breath, she waited.

“Hoo wuz it?” she texted on her iHazPhone.

Chef looked at the Professor of Astrology Janitor. He looked at the Squirrel, who looked at your lowly mail room clerk, who looked at Chef. We all turned to Pootie the Precious.

“He didn’t say,” we did say.

“O,” she texted. “Datz rood. He shud say hoo he iz.”

We considered explaining the joke but, frankly, if you have to explain it, it’s not funny. And this one wasn’t funny fifty years ago, when it was new.

“All that,” the Squirrel texted in his Blewberry, “to tell us they don’t have a topic for the week. They’ll jump around to whatever news interests them. They could have left a blank page and saved us the time we spent reading that stupid joke to Pootie P.”

“Dat wuz a joke?” Pootie the Precious asked.

We didn’t say.


Happy Monday!