The resident faculty left an unbearably cute photo outside the mail room this morning. The staff don’t want a campus puppy, so we hope it was a clue…. (More)

First our thanks to last week’s writers:

On Monday, you shared your stories of political activism in Things We Did This Week and Winter B offered The Week Before School in Midday Matinee.

On Tuesday, the Squirrel wondered Does GOP Stand for Grievously Oppressed Privilege? in Mixed Nuts and readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale: Back to Scruel in Midday Matinee.

On Wednesday, the Squirrel found Rasmussen Tries to Push-Poll Hillary Clinton Out of 2016 Race, Duke Freshman Claims Jesus Doesn’t Like the Homework in Mixed Nuts and Linda Lee shared Things Change in Midday Matinee.

On Thursday, the Squirrel shared “If You Have Nothing to Hide,” plus Our Oligarchs Are Okay, and the Right Wing Misogyny Machine in Mixed Nuts and triciawyse brought us Fursdai Furries in Midday Matinee.

On Friday, the Squirrel dug up NLRB Moves to Protect Contract Workers in “Fissured” Economy, plus Wingnuts Redefine “Hate” in Mixed Nuts and triciawyse offered Friedai Critters in Midday Matinee.

On the weekend, the Squirrel put GOP “Crash Test Dummies” plus Fact-Checking Fact-Checkers in Saturday’s Mixed Nuts, Ms. Crissie was asked Christie on Immigrants: “A System that Tracks You Like FedEx?” in Sunday’s Morning Feature, and Winter B brought our weekly Eco News Roundup in Our Earth.

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

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Thus we return to the unbearably cute photo left 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:

“Awwww!” Chef said as she brought out the decoder ring.

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“Awwww!” the Professor of Astrology Janitor agreed.

“Awwww!” the Squirrel tapped on his Blewberry.

“Awwww?” Pootie the Precious texted.

“The exclamation point is over the numeral one key,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor said, pointing at Pootie P’s iHazPhone.

Pootie the Precious pawed her screen. “Ai wuzzint esklaiming. Ai wuz asking. Ai dont wanna puppy. Dey peez ebrywere and bark and chase and ai needz mai byooty napz.”

“Ahh,” the Squirrel tapped on his Blewberry. “Well, you can relax, Pootie P. We’re not getting a campus puppy.”

“Oh gud,” Pootie the Precious texted. “Ai wuz worreed.”

“Awwww,” Chef said.

“Awwww,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor agreed.

“Because Pootie P was worried,” the Squirrel texted, “or because we’re not getting a campus puppy.”

“Mostly because it’s past our deadline and we still haven’t figured out the clue,” Chef said. “But also because Pootie P was worried.”

“And because we’re not getting a campus puppy,” the Professor of Astrology Janitor added. “So … umm … what is the clue?”

The Squirrel tapped at his Blewberry. “The resident faculty sounded tired and frankly kind of bored. I think they want me to wander around with Mixed Nuts again, but they might show up with a Morning Feature if something interesting were to happen. Something that doesn’t involve GOP WHannabes making idiots of themselves.”

“That would be a nice change,” Chef said.

Indeed.

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Photo Credit: George Imevbore (PetYourDog)

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Happy Monday!