The resident faculty left a Slinky outside the mail room this morning. The staff already have plenty of toys to distract us, so we hope it was a 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 and addisnana celebrated The Crab Lady in Midday Matinee.

On Tuesday, the Squirrel noted that FiveThirtyEight ‘Are’ Back in Morning Feature, readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale: Gravity Waves in Midday Matinee, and winterbanyan saw Agent Orange Returns To A Field Near You in Our Earth.

On Wednesday, we deplored GOP to Women: ‘Man Up’ … and Join Our ‘Tsunami’ in Morning Feature and addisnana mused on That Was Then in Midday Matinee.

On Thursday, we began our series on WikiWars with The Ukraine Crisis in Morning Feature and triciawyse shared Fursdai Furries in Midday Matinee.

On Friday, we continued our series in WikiWars with Climate Change in Morning Feature and triciawyse brought us Frieday Critters in Midday Matinee.

On the weekend, we concluded our series on WikiWars with Net Neutrality in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked Hey Cosmos! What About Creationists? in Sunday’s Morning Feature, and winterbanyan brought our weekly Eco News Roundup in Our Earth.


Note: Please share your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week.


Thus we return to the Slinky 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.

For those who’ve never seen one, a Slinky looks like this:

Chef promptly put the Slinky atop the Pootie Perch and tipped it forward. It wobbly-walked down from level to level, making Pootie the Precious very curious. The staff are very diligent and not easily distracted, so we only took turns doing that for a half-hour or so. Then the Squirrel’s tummy grumbled, and Chef retrieved our traditional Monday decryption fuel:

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“Ahh,” the Squirrel texted on his Blewberry as Chef scraped stray pecans into his bowl. “This is much more satisfying than a Slinky.”

“Datz fun!” Pootie the Precious objected on her iHazPhone. “It duzzint jumpz like me, but ai culd watch it for a long”

The Professor of Astrology Janitor tossed the sponge ball and Pootie the Precious scampered after it. We still hadn’t solved the resident faculty’s clue.

“Isn’t it obvious?” the Squirrel texted as he nibbled a pecan. “This week the resident faculty will wobbly-walk from topic to topic, until they land on the floor.”

Chef looked at him.

“Okay, I made that last part up,” he texted.

We hope so.


Happy Monday!