The resident faculty left a photo of a Godzilla baby gum ball dispenser outside the mail room this morning. Their weekly clue delighted the Squirrel. (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 and addisnana discussed Race and Expectations in Midday Matinee.
On Wednesday, the Squirrel announced I Am a Crypto-Platypus in Morning Feature, addisnana buzzed around Mosquitoes: Science vs. Me in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan saw Wildfires a Growing Threat in Our Earth.
On the weekend, we concluded our series on Red Letter Law with Core Values, Conversations, and Change in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked about Bull Soup? in Sunday’s Morning Feature, and Winning Progressive shared Weekend Reading in Furthermore!.
Note: Please share your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week.
That leaves only this photo, 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 Squirrel chittered in delight as he tapped on his Blewberry: “Ooh! That’s my favorite movie!”
Professor of Astrology Janitor looked askance. “You like Roland Emmerich’s Godzilla?”
“Of course!” the Squirrel texted. “What’s not to like about it?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “How about the government rushing to Chernobyl to pick up Matthew Broderick’s character, a biologist who studies radioactive mutants, not briefing him until he’s standing in a giant footprint in Panama, and then being surprised by his theory that the giant footprint was left by … a radioactive mutant?”
“Well sure,” the Squirrel texted. “You have to suspend disbelief a little.”
“A little?” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor asked. “Or enough to accept that Godzilla causes earthquakes when he walks, except when he walks up behind the hero? That everyone knows he’s radioactive but no one thinks to track him with a Geiger counter? That he’s twenty stories tall but can nest and lay eggs in a five-story arena? That he can burrow anywhere under Manhattan except into the tunnel where the heroes are trapped? That he can chomp through a helicopter but chokes on a taxi? Or that he can to topple every tower and snap every cable on the Brooklyn Bridge, but it doesn’t collapse under him?”
“Okay,” the Squirrel texted. “You have to suspend disbelief a lot. But it’s still my favorite movie, because I get to see humans experience life from a squirrel’s perspective. Plus I laugh when Jean Reno can’t get a cup of French roast or a croissant in New York City.”
“And the clue?” Chef asked.
“Oh, that’s easy,” the Squirrel texted. “This week the resident faculty will slip and slide around different topics.”
“Like when Godzilla’s babies slip and slide on the gum balls,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said.
“Exactly,” the Squirrel texted. “Except the resident faculty won’t eat anyone.”
Well that’s a relief.