The resident faculty left a curious image outside the mail room this morning. The staff are correct more than twice a day, so we think it was a clue…. (More)
First our thanks to last week’s writers:
On Tuesday, the Squirrel sniffed at New England Police Union Snubs Obama, plus the “Hillary Won’t Apologize” Meme in Mixed Nuts and readers helped tell Tuesday’s Tale, Eau du Komatsu in Midday Matinee.
On Wednesday, the Squirrel chuckled at Huckabee Aide Kept Ted Cruz out of Kim Davis Photo Op, plus Donald Trump “Felt” He Was in the Military in Mixed Nuts and Linda Lee shared Fall Is Here in Midday Matinee.
On the weekend, the resident faculty concluded their series on Science in Politics with Better Science for Better Policy in Saturday’s Morning Feature, Ms. Crissie was asked “Starting to Sound Like a Schoolyard Bully?” 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 curious image 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:
“That’s a clock pendulum,” Chef said as she brought out the decoder ring. “But we’re not late yet.”
The Squirrel looked at his Blewberry and tapped the screen. “Actually we are. It’s 8:01, so this should have gone up a minute ago.”
“But we’re not really late,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “Sometimes we don’t get this done until almost 9am.”
“Maybe they’re trying to remind us to be more punctual,” Chef said.
Professor of Astrology Janitor agreed, “but that pendulum isn’t moving. It’s stopped.”
“Of course it’s not moving,” the Squirrel texted. “It’s a still photo.”
“It could be a still photo of a stopped clock,” Chef said as she scraped stray pecans into the Squirrel’s bowl. “Had you thought of that?”
The Squirrel nibbled a pecan and tapped at his Blewberry. “A pendulum wouldn’t stop at one side of its arc. It should settle at the bottom, because gravity.”
“It reminds me of a joke,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “A watchmaker is working on a clock that keeps going tick, tick, tick. Finally he gives the mechanism a sinister smile and says ‘Vee haff vays to make you tock.'”
The Squirrel pretended to laugh. Chef pretended not to.
Pootie the Precious pawed at her iHazPhone. “Iz noms time now?”
“Almost, sweetie,” Chef said, scratching behind Pootie P’s ears. “We have to figure out this week’s clue first.”
Professor of Astrology Janitor nodded. “Which is to say, we have to ask the Squirrel what he overheard outside the hot tub faculty lounge.”
The Squirrel chuckled and tapped at his Blewberry. “I heard the same joke you just told. But Professor Plum had a better accent. I’m not sure what country he was trying to imitate, but it sounded very sinister.”
Pootie the Precious began to knead Chef’s lap. “Tick tock,” Chef said to the Squirrel. “Pootie P is getting impatient. Plus it’s 8:14 and the resident faculty might still be hinting about punctuality.”
“They’re not hinting about punctuality,” the Squirrel texted. “They won’t even notice. The clue is, they’re taking the week off so I’ll swing back and forth over the news with Mixed Nuts.”
“But mostly to the left,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor said. “Like that pendulum in the photo, right?”
“Vee vill see vot makes it tick,” the Squirrel texted.
Professor of Astrology Janitor pretended to laugh. Chef pretended not to.
Photo Credit: Wayne Howarth (Google App)