The resident faculty left an amazing photo of falling snowflakes outside the mail room this morning. The staff called the Weather Network, but Biff Buffley assured us it was only a clue…. (More)
First our thanks to this week’s writers:
On Monday, you shared your stories of offline political activism in Things We Did This Week and Linda Lee asked us to Round Up! in Midday Matinee.
On Wednesday, the resident faculty pondered Between Brandenburg and Skokie: Elonis and “True Threats” in Morning Feature and Linda Lee asked about Chocolate Chip Cookies in Midday Matinee.
On Friday, the resident faculty continued the series on Whiteness with #CrimingWhileWhite, #AliveWhileBlack, and #WhiteGuilt in Morning Feature and triciawyse shared Friedai Critters in Midday Matinee.
On the weekend, the resident faculty concluded the series on Whiteness with Seeking Progress Together in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked “War on Cops?” 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 photo of snowflakes 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:
“I hope that’s not our weather” Chef asked as she brought out the decoder ring:
“I wondered about that too,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “I called the Weather Network and Biff Buffley said we’ll get rain this week, but no snow.”
The Squirrel tapped at his Blewberry: “You do realize the Weather Network and Biff Buffley are Tuesday’s Tale fictions, right?”
Professor of Astrology Janitor nodded. “Fictional characters talk to each other all the time. We do every week.”
The Squirrel nodded and texted: “True, but we don’t cross over. Here in the mail room it’s you and Chef and Pootie the Precious and our mail room clerk and me.”
“And Professor Plum and Ms. Scarlet on Sundays,” Chef noted.
“Yes, plus them,” the Squirrel texted. “But that’s it. It would get pretty crowded if characters from Tuesday’s Tales started to show up. Especially if Merlot and Sherry and Brandy from the Sasquatch stories show up. Or those lake monsters, Minnie and her mom Maddie.”
“Maddie doesn’t usually show up even in those stories,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “Mostly it’s just Minnie and her human friend Edgar and his girlfriend Carla. They wouldn’t take up much space.”
“They don’t want to visit,” the Squirrel’s Blewberry said. “They’re happy in Geniusia.”
The Squirrel stared at his Blewberry.
“Duh,” it said. “Of course I talk with them. I also talked with the computers at the Weather Network. They said it’s definitely not going to snow at the BPI Main Campus this week, so the photo must be a clue. I talked to the resident faculty’s phones. They said this week will be like snowflakes, with each topic unique and different.”
The Squirrel frowned.
“Of course Chef will still give you stray pecans,” the Squirrel’s Blewberry said. “I asked her phone before I talked to the resident faculty’s phones.”
“That’s true,” Chef’s phone said. “That’s why I buzzed while you were bringing the decoder ring from the kitchen.”
Chef looked at the Squirrel. The Squirrel looked at Chef. They both looked at the
Professor of Astrology Janitor.
“Don’t look at me,” he said. “My phone’s at home, recharging.”
“That’s one word for it,” Chef’s phone said.
The Squirrel’s Blewberry giggled.
We didn’t ask why.