The resident faculty left a familiar Peanuts frame outside the mail room this morning. BPI has no football team and no placekicker, so it must have been 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, Linda Lee shared Hilary Clinton and MPR’s Tom Weber in Midday Matinee, and Winter B spotted NASA: We’re Probably Not Alone in Our Earth.

On Tuesday, Winter B mused on Handbaskets, Hell, and the World in Morning Feature and readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale: Little Plow and Komatsu in Midday Matinee.

On Wednesday, LadyJrnlist offered New Urbanism: Not a Panacea in Morning Feature and Linda Lee asked Zombies Are Camping Now? in Midday Matinee.

On Thursday, the resident faculty began a series on Jerking Knees with Kids at the Border in Morning Feature and triciawyse offered Fursdai Furries in Midday Matinee.

On Friday, the series on Jerking Knees continued with “Mowing the Grass” in Gaza in Morning Feature and triciawyse brought us Frieday Critters in Midday Matinee.

On the weekend, the series on Jerking Knees concluded with Jumbotron Moments in Saturday’s Morning Feature and Ms. Crissie was asked about Mansplaining Mansplaining? in Sunday’s Morning Feature. Eco News Roundup will return next week in Our Earth.


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


Thus we return to the Peanuts comic left outside the mail room as the resident faculty 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:

“Ouch,” Chef said as she went for the decoder ring.

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The Squirrel tapped at his Blewberry. “That reminds me of Malcolm Mangytyphts. If the other squirrels hadn’t overruled him, rugby would be an ugly sport.”

“Oh really?” Chef, rolling her eyes asked as she scraped stray pecans into his bowl.

“Malcolm liked to use his teeth to make other players let go of the ball,” the Squirrel texted. “He called it the bite and switch. The other squirrels kicked him out of the game, but an advertiser was listening and ran with Malcolm’s idea.”

“I see,” Chef said, the words dripping doubt. “And this has to do with the clue … how?”

“Well,” the Squirrel texted, “this week the resident faculty will discuss Rep. Paul Ryan’s new anti-poverty proposal. It’s a classic bait and switch.”

“Ahh,” Chef said. She slid the Squirrel’s bowl over to him.

He looked at the cartoon. He looked at the bowl of pecans. He looked at Chef.

“I’m not Lucy,” Chef said calmly, “or Rep. Ryan.”

The Squirrel nibbled a pecan. Score one for fair play.


Happy Monday!