Professor Plum walked into the mail room, but the Squirrel held up a paw and tapped at his Blewberry: “I’m a drey genius!”

He read the mail…. (More)

“I was gonna say ‘I’m a wine cellar library genius,'” Professor Plum said.

“In the same vein,” the Squirrel texted, “but a wine cellar library genius really might be … a genius.”

Professor Plum nodded. “How about a hot tub faculty lounge genius?”

“That’s better,” the Squirrel texted. “The only problem is, special formatting like strike-throughs wouldn’t come through on the front page teaser anyway.”

“There is that,” Professor Plum conceded. “Ah well.”

Ms. Scarlet took Professor Plum’s hand and they left to join the resident faculty in the aforementioned wine cellar library, where they’ll spend the weekend drinking thinking on our motto of Magis vinum, magis verum (“More wine, more truth”).

In the staff poker game, the Professor of Astrology Janitor declared himself a “probable genius.” Chef had opened the pot with a pot-sized raise and the Squirrel called. The Professor of Astrology Janitor knew his pocket Aces were a bigger favorite heads-up than in a three-way pot, so he put in a pot-sized re-raise and declared himself a “probable genius.”

Chef shook her head and folded. The Squirrel tapped at his Blewberry: “I’m not gonna try to chase down pocket rockets,” and folded as well.

The Professor of Astrology Janitor scooped in the small-ish pot and began his plaintive mewling. Chef went to the kitchen to make a Winter Breakfast Casserole, leaving your lowly mail room clerk to review the week’s correspondence….


Dear Ms. Crissie,

The President of the United States, Commander-in-Chief, Chief Executive, and Leader of the Free World

Dear God-King,

We note that almost none of that is true, which is hardly surprising. Far from “a total hoax on the American public,” the evidence is mounting that several people in your campaign had meetings with Russian agents. Indeed the FBI began investigating because the Australian government tipped the U.S. that George Papadopoulos, one of your campaign aides, told his girlfriend about getting political dirt on Hillary Clinton from Russia.

However, we concede that you are a “stable genius” … if “stable” means a place where horses live, so “stable genius” means “shovels a lot of horseshit.”


Dear Ms. Crissie,

Brrr. How does Chef make that Winter Breakfast Casserole?

Waiting for Brrreakfast in Blogistan

Dear Squirrel,

Chef uses Sandy Coughlin’s recipe from, at the link below. Bon appétit!


Image Credits – Trump Face: FreeIconsPNG; Hall of Mirrors Composition: Crissie Brown (

God-King; FBI began investigating because Australian tip on Papadopoulos.

Winter Breakfast Casserole.


Happy Sunday!