The resident faculty left a note outside the mail room door: “What are your plans for Saturd…?”
It was an easy clue. (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 Is Experience the Best Teacher? in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan reported on how Arctic Atmospheric Cycle Affects Weather in Our Earth.
On Tuesday, Winning Progressive noted that The GOP Crazy Train Keeps Chugging Along in Morning Feature, the Squirrel sounded off on The ‘Right to Work’ Scam in Furthermore!, readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale: The Snow Day in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan spotted a New Approach to Cancer Treatment in Our Earth.
On Wednesday, Winning Progressive shared More Comments at the New York Times in Morning Feature, the Squirrel ranted on ‘Union Thugs,’ ‘Employee Freedom,’ and Conservative Lies in Furthermore!, and addisnana wondered Where Are the Avengers? in Midday Matinee.
On the weekend, we concluded our series on Getting to Yes with Negotiating Different Realities in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked Too Much Is Not Enough? in Sunday’s Morning Feature, and Winning Progressive brought us Weekend Reading in Furthermore!.
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That leaves only the note 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 note read:
What are your plans for Saturd…?
“I thought I might take Mrs. Squirrel and the twins to visit our cousins in another tree,” the Squirrel texted on his Blewberry. “And I should hide my garden gnome before the annual BPI Solstice Festival.”
Chef said she had considered a trying a cinnamon-raisin bread recipe in the kitchen’s new automatic bread maker. The
Professor of Astrology Janitor said he planned to spend the day as he did every Saturday, responding to complaints about the accuracy of that week’s Bippiescopes.
“Ai haz no planz,” Pootie the Precious texted on her iHazPhone.
The Squirrel texted to PootieP, asking if she had no plans because she believed the reports of the looming apocalypse, based on the end of the current 24,000-year cycle of Mesoamerican Long Count Calendar, a topic he researched two years ago.
“Ai dunno wat dat iz,” she replied. “Ai jus chase da nekst shinee objekt.”
“You should get together with the resident faculty,” he texted back. “It looks as if they plan to chase the next shiny object this week too.”
“Dere gonna play wiff my spongee ballz?” PootieP texted. “Dey better not looz dem.”
Your lowly mail room clerk assured her that her spongee balls would be safe … unless the world actually does end on Friday, as the doomsayers predict.
“That would make the Bippiescopes easier to write,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said.
Well, yes. They would be very … short….