The resident faculty left a bowl of macadamias outside the mail room door, with a card that read: 4265206e696365. The Squirrel had already eaten breakfast, so it had to be a clue. (More)
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Thus we return to the bowl of macadamias left outside the mail room 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. As we’re sure you recall, the card on the bowl read:
This clearly wasn’t an inspection tag of the sort one used to find in the pockets of new clothes. Number 10 did all of those. Even if the garment company decided to hire more inspectors, so Number 10 could take an occasional vacation, we doubted they would hire 6265206 to the 696365th power. There aren’t that many people on earth.
Of course, these were macadamias and not clothes, so the nut company might hire squirrels to inspect them. But there aren’t that many squirrels on earth either. None of the staff have seen those “Inspected by Number 10” tags in years anyway. Maybe Number 10 retired. Regardless, it wasn’t an inspection tag.
The Squirrel tapped away on his Blewberry and then texted us: “Be nice.”
The staff looked at him oddly, as we hadn’t realized we weren’t being nice. We were debating whether Number 10 should have retired, but we weren’t yelling or anything like that. “You be nice,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said.
“I was being nice,” the Squirrel texted back, flicking his tail impatiently. “I’m telling you what the clue is.”
“No, you told us be nice,” Chef replied as she counted out several macadamias from the bowl to use for muffins. She held up her SmarterThanYouPhone. “See?”
The Squirrel rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. “That’s the clue. ‘Be nice.’ It’s in hexadecimal.”
“Hexawatsis?” Pootie the Precious asked on her iHazPhone.
The Squirrel took another deep breath and tapped patiently on his Blewberry. “Most humans use decimal numbers. That’s base 10. Probably because humans have 10 fingers and 10 toes. Hexadecimal is base 16.”
“Da fakultee haz 16 fingers?” Pootie the Precious asked.
“No,” the Squirrel said. “But computers use binary, base 2, and computer languages often change that to hexadecimal, base 16, because it’s easier to read.”
“Dey thot dat big pile uv numberz wuz eezee?” Pootie the Precious asked, aghast.
“It’s easier than 01000010 01100101 00100000 01001110 01101001 01100011 01100101,” the Squirrel said. “That’s ‘Be nice’ in binary code.”
Pootie the Precious’ tail flicked. “Ok. Datz harder.”
Your lowly mail room clerk then asked the Squirrel why the resident faculty would tell the staff to “Be nice,” in hexadecimal or any other computer notation.
“Because this week the resident faculty will discuss Andrea Weckerle’s new book Civility in the Digital Age: How Companies and People Can Triumph over Haters, Trolls, Bullies and Other Jerks,” the Squirrel texted before taking the last macadamia out of the bowl.
We have no idea where the rest went. Honest.