The resident faculty left a mirror outside the mail room this morning. Pootie the Precious saw it and made a new friend. For the rest of the staff, 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 Linda Lee insisted It Is Still Fall in Midday Matinee.
On the weekend, the resident faculty concluded their series on Strictly Right with The Power of Partnership in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked The Home of the Brave? in Sunday’s Morning Feature, and Winter B 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 mirror 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.
Pootie the Precious looked at the mirror and tapped her iHazPhone. “Dat pootie iz weerd. It moovz wen ai moovz an it smellz funnee 2.”
“That’s your reflection, precious,” Chef said as brought out the decoder ring:
“Watz a reflekshun?” Pootie the Precious texted.
Professor of Astrology Janitor began an explanation that included photons bouncing off the surface of the mirror like ping pong balls, which left Pootie the Precious batting at the air over the mirror.
“Ai don feelz anee ballz,” she texted.
Professor of Astrology Janitor continued by explaining that photons are massless fundamental particles that we sense only as heat or light, depending on the wavelength.
“Nuttinz waving at me,” Pootie the Precious texted.
The Squirrel looked up from the pecans that Chef has scraped into his bowl and tapped at his Blewberry. “The cat in the mirror is you, Pootie P. See, that’s me over your shoulder.”
“Now dere’s a squirrel heer 2,” Pootie the Precious texted.
The Squirrel sighed and texted back. “Right, that’s me. Watch what happens when the squirrel in the mirror tickles the pootie’s ear.”
Pootie the Precious flicked her ear. “I felt dat! Wait. Datz us?”
“Yes, my dear feline friend,” the Squirrel texted. “The mirror lets us see ourselves.”
“Ooh,” Pootie the Precious replied on her iHazPhone. “Dat pootie iz prettee. But it still smellz funnee.”
“That’s because mirrors don’t reflect scent,” the Squirrel texted. “Only light.”
Pootie the Precious tapped her iHazPhone. “Datz dum. Dey left out da best part!”
“It’s a human thing,” the Squirrel texted. “They need it to shave and stuff.”
“And to style my hair,” Chef added.
“Ai lix my hair,” Pootie the Precious texted. “Den ai haz to spit it bak out. But it worx 2 keep me prettee. Maibee u shud try?”
Chef pondered that for a moment and looked at the Squirrel. “The clue?”
The Squirrel nodded and tapped at his Blewberry. “Right. This week the resident faculty will have reflections on tomorrow’s election returns.”
“Dere gonna put wun of deez by da TeeVee?” Pootie the Precious texted.
Professor of Astrology Janitor began to explain alternative definitions and metaphors and you really don’t want to know how that went. Or maybe you do. But he’s still explaining.