Memo to Staff: Let Tolstoy In
Wellington Leg: Rather than our usual content today ( Science on Tuesday) we are in the midst of a staff meeting. So the business of blogging is in the hands of intern Tuffy Tuffington Jr. Call it the Tuffington Post. A word of caution: the last time we turned the blog over to an intern he set Leo Tolstoy’s beard on fire. He compounded his error by dousing the flames with Dr. Pepper. Let’s hope Tuffy’s skills as an aggregator are as sound as his judgment.
Herewith the Tuffington Post: Dateline, Wellington Leg: Earl spotted on Great Jones Street: author, aristocrat, and raconteur the forty third earl was seen thumbing through a copy of Plutarch’s PARALLEL LIVES this morning. This raises fears that the earl may be working on a new novel and is seeking guidance from Plutarch whose agent, Lydia Careerbreaker, has spies everywhere. Of course the gullible among us believe that the earl has been swallowed by a blue whale. I’m not buying it!
Anyway I think the modernists would agree that Camus is your go to guy these days, not Plutarch. You know what I’m saying? Get over yourself, forty third earl!
Well, that’s the Tuffington Post. While I have control of the dashboard I’d like to shout out to Mom…hey Mom!
We interrupt the Tuffington Post. Tolstoy is in the lobby! We’ve dispatched young Tuffy downstairs to guide Tolstoy through the security gate. We share the premises with Mitch’s Moderne Hairpieces, wigmaker for the Judiciary Committee. With so many high profile Legians in need of hair, the lobby is frequently crowded. Fortunately I’ve prepared a memo to staff.
Tuffy, that’s not Leo Tolstoy. Run for your lives. He’s brought Godzilla upstairs!
Tags: Interns, Plutarch, Summer Hires