The Squirrel was excited when he found an old Magic: The Gathering card outside the mail room this morning. Then he realized it was the resident faculty’s weekly clue…. (More)
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On Wednesday, the Squirrel chittered on ‘Redefining an Institution’ and Other Marriage Nuts in Morning Feature and Linda Lee rebutted If I Can Make It…. in Midday Matinee.
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On the weekend, the Squirrel shared Very Mixed Nuts in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked Obama Orchestrating Riots for His Own Personal Gain? in Sunday’s Morning Feature, and Winter B brought our weekly Eco News Roundup in Our Earth.
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Thus we return to the Magic: The Gathering card 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:
“There’s a card that’s almost like me!” the Squirrel texted with delight.
“More like you than you know,” Chef said with a chuckle as she brought out the decoder ring.
The Squirrel arched a brow and tapped at his Blewberry. “What do you mean?”
“That’s from Magic: The Gathering’s Unglued Expansion Set,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “Cards whose effects were too bizarre to be used in serious games.”
“There are serious games?” the Squirrel texted.
“Of course,” Chef said. “They even hold tournaments.”
The Squirrel nodded dubiously and tapped at his Blewberry. “So the resident faculty think I’m too bizarre to be taken seriously?”
“You forgot to eavesdrop outside the
hot tub faculty lounge, I take it,” Chef said.
“I didn’t forget,” the Squirrel texted. “There was a hawk circling overhead, so I hopped-and-stopped-and-hopped-and-stopped straight into work.”
Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “Well, fortunately I wanted to get the laundry started early, so I dropped by the game where the underwear goes flying planning conference.”
“And?” the Squirrel texted.
“And this week,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said, “the resident faculty will ponder whether our nation is coming unglued, or whether it only looks like that from the middle of events.”
The Squirrel nodded and tapped at his Blewberry. “I see. And will they play my Squirrel card as part of that?”
Chef shook her head. “It’s a serious game.”
Or even a tournament.