The resident faculty left a t-shirt with the image “NBD” outside the mail room. As it’s an extra-small, we hope it was a clue. (More)
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On Monday, you shared your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week, addisnana was Piecing It Together in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan saw that Human Activity Changed Global Temperature Trend in Our Earth.
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On Wednesday, Winning Progressive offered Thoughts on the NSA Surveillance Programs in Morning Feature, we pondered the Not-So Brave New World in Furthermore!, and addisnana longed to be Playing Offense in Midday Matinee.
On the weekend, we concluded our series What’s In a Name? with Liberal and Progressive in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked If That Does Not Suit You, then Get Out? in Sunday’s Morning Feature, Winning Progressive shared Weekend Reading in Furthermore!, and winterbanyan brought our weekly Eco News Roundup in Our Earth.
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Thus we return to the t-shirt 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. The t-shirt looked like this:
The resident faculty had shopped with great care, as the extra small size was too big for the Squirrel or Pootie the Precious and too small for anyone else on the staff. Chef considered giving it to Ms. Scarlet, who might squeeze into it if she wore a sports bra, but we all recognized the shirt as the resident faculty’s weekly clue.
The Squirrel tapped his Blewberry to open the Official BPI Googlizationalizator, munching on a macadamia as he scrolled through the images. Finally his tail flicked and his ear tufts perked.
“NBD means ‘No Big Deal,'” he texted. “Followed by an online smiley face.”
“What?” he texted. “Now you want to know what that means?”
Well, yes, if it’s not too much bother. Chef had just brought out a pecan danish ring, you see, and the staff were ea–
“Do I smell pecans?” the Squirrel texted. “You’re going to share, right?”
Mrs. Squirrel still has him on a diet, so he’s not allowed to eat dani–
“I don’t mean the pastry,” he texted. “Just a couple of pecans.”
Even the pecans baked on the top had icing driz–
“Okay, one pecan,” he texted. “Or you can eavesdrop beside the
hot tub faculty lounge squirrel bath for yourselves.”
Well, he does get grumpy when he’s hungry.
“Thank you,” he texted, munching on the pecan. “This week the resident faculty will discuss Nicco Mele’s The End of Big: How the Internet Makes David the New Goliath. He talked about it on PBS in April. Here’s the video.”
Yes, we gave him another pecan.