The resident faculty left a miniature bean machine outside the mail room this morning. At least it was an easy clue. (More)
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Thus we return to the bean machine 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.
We’re sure you’ve seen a bean machine, otherwise known as a Galton Box, named for Francis Galton who invented it to demonstrate the Central Limit Theorem in action. The staff hoped this did not mean the resident faculty plan to discuss probabilistic events and normal distribution curves, as the campus gets very … quiet … when they do that.
“Not to worry,” the Squirrel texted on his Blewberry as Chef brought out the pecan danish ring. For the next few moments he was somewhat distracted….
He flicked his tail as Chef scraped some pecans into a bowl and continued tapping on his Blewberry. “This week the resident faculty will bounce around the news, like the balls bouncing down through a bean machine.”
“Ahh,” Chef replied. “So by Saturday we’ll have a hill of beans?”
“I’m shocked, shocked I say,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said.
The Squirrel shrugged and tapped at his Blewberry. “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.”