A Bit Of Trouble

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Well we don’t know if you know this or not but things aren’t always calm and collected here at *The Institute. Occasionally there are little problems that crop up and get out of hand. We’re not sure if it’s the holidays, or the election, or just things bubbling up inside of people’s lower intestine and getting too much for one to deal with.

There was a commotion down at our Visitors Center a day or two ago and the telegraph line was cut before we could get a handle on what the problem was. We sent a couple of the guys down to check on things and when they saw the smoke they knew that something had hit the fan. We’re up at the top of the mountain which as you know is where the big house and all the main Institute buildings are located, and the Visitors center is down the hill aways by the main gate. This is usually a place of peace and harmony where we check passports, review visitors financials, give any needed medical attention to those who tried to get  over the razor wire, and do the required intrusive strip searches that generally determine who is good and who is bad. We like to think it’s a friendly place where we get to know you better.

We get a lot of visitors, and although we have an open door policy where every creed, religion, sexual preference, skin color, dress style, tattoo style, political belief and any other bizarre behavior you may favor is tolerated, in actual practice it’s not for everybody. It’s kind of selective policy. It’s sort of loosely based on what The Director can stomach. If you fall into any of the objectionable categories, loosely defined by what would gag a normal person’s Hinder, then there’s a darn good chance you’re not making it through the gate. If you’re a bill collector you’re not getting in. We have legal beagles for that down in town, go see them. If you’re a politician, or a politician wannabe, you’re not getting in either. We don’t want your kind here, this is America and we get to say who we like and who we don’t. So it’s Tough, deal with it. And if they did a better job there’s a slim chance they could get in, but of course the morality quiz would still apply to them.

Yes having a policy like ours sometimes leads to issues. The Institute isn’t a democracy, it’s a benevolent dictatorship. Some folks find that uncomfortable but then they weren’t invited in the first place so too bad for them. We’re pretty cheesed off that someone took it upon themselves to complain about our system here at The Institute and did some minor damage down there at the Visitor’s center, but just remember, when you first came in we got your prints and they automatically go into the database, we know who you are. Just so you know, we have taken steps to prevent anything like this happening in the future. We’ve got just one word for you. Claymore’s. That’s right, claymore’s. You won’t find them but they’ll find you. So watch your step.

If you find yourself angry and out of sorts, and feeling like taking it out on those around you, do it to someone else. We’re fed up with it. This is the season of good spirits, fellowship, with love and kindness towards all. Enjoy the holidays.

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The To Do List

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The To Do list. Everybody’s got one. Even here at The World Renowned headquarters of *The Institute. Our time is usually spent investigating scientific mysteries, discovering new frontiers in Math, Geography, the Arts, building our own Hyperloop out near Cleartop Mesa, numbering the stars visible in our night sky with Roman Numerals for easier identification, discovering new facets of Origami, research of all types, publishing, finding out new ways to have fun with cast iron, the list is endless.

All of that activity takes a lot of  manpower, Man/woman power (NOTE: OK, this whole man/woman thing is getting awkward, we’re changing it to Manoman power for clarification. That means everyone, man, woman, or some combination of both whether they’re equal or not, are going to be under the heading of ‘manoman’. We had some flack from some our middle-aged female staff who were lobbying for WoMan power but The Director said no freaking way that sounded too much like runaway feminism, so Manoman it is. After all this is a benevolent dictatorship here, not some loosely run democracy. ) manoman power to get everything done. As all of our staff has some incredible responsibility they have to complete if they want to eat and can’t be excused to work on the To Do list, we have had to take steps. We have had to go outside our organization for the first time to find qualified To Do list completers. That’s why we brought back Aunt Pheeb and Uncle Skid.

Some of you may remember them from previous posts. We swore we would never again on this Earth have anything to do with Uncle Skid. Aunt Pheeb too, except she does have some redeeming qualities and is the only one who can control keep Uncle Skid in line. She has got this voodoo power over him and if things get too weird she will withhold her patented, free will offering monkey-love and that does the trick. Skid pops right back on the straight and narrow then. So they come as a package.

Uncle Skid just got out of seven years of rehab and seems ok, but if we know anything about him we know that he is a recidivist of the highest order. That’s why we have closed down the Buenos Noches Cantina on campus for the duration. This nearly caused a riot amongst our interns but we had to err on the side of safety. Because if Uncle Skid gets into the Everclear, ain’t nobody safe. Even Aunt Pheeb can’t do anything with him until the following Thursday.

Apparently Skid got some training in construction while he was away and consequently we assigned him the task of repairing the fire escape that leads out of the back entrance of the main campus area here at The Institute. The picture above is after Skid worked on it. Granted it looks a little rough at first glance but it is better than the rope that was hanging there before. Skid has been in the office every single day wanting funding for three 60′ aluminum ladders so you don’t have to scramble up the rock face to get to the bottom of the fire escape. Plus a little extra for the wire to lash the three together so they’re long enough. So far our cost and regulatory department has been reluctant to release the $2800 and change to do this. That and no one will sign off on Uncle Skid going off campus with that kind cash. We’ve had to up our insurance just to have him on the property as it is. So it looks as if we’ll have to use the rope again. Just to get to the bottom of the fire escape anyway.

Aunt Pheeb has been the rock of that family. If it wasn’t for her the whole bunch of them would have fallen on rack and ruin. She has supplemented the family income with her distillery and quilt repair business. And since she installed that brand new cigarette rolling machine her income has risen dramatically. That’s good because the 73% we skim receive off the top helps our coffers too. And what with times being like they are everything helps.

So far we’ve been proceeding with cautious optimism with Uncle Skid. Aunt Pheeb went out and purchased 37 of the newest strongest Abus 37RK/80 Granit Extreme Security Steel Padlocks made in Germany and available through Taylor Lock & Security Co. to add to the welded shut doors and windows of the Buenos Noches Cantina. These padlocks meet highest security standards and are considered to be among the most secure padlocks in the world. Their tensile resistance is over 6 tons. We thought that it was overkill but then she told us that Skid had also taken lock-picking classes while in rehab so we authorized her to get a few more just in case.

In the last four months we have been able to cross one item off our To Do list. Well half cross it off. We still have to deal with the aluminum ladder issue. We have had reports that maybe Aunt Pheeb has been a little free with the results of her distillery, selling small bottles of hooch out of the back door of her quilt repair store instead of to her regular customers in town. But we haven’t been able to catch her. The security people we set to watch the backdoor have told us through blurry eyes and slurred speech that they haven’t seen anything yet but then they were some of the biggest complainers when we took the campus dry. There’s always something.

Maybe, just maybe we’ll get some real productivity out of Uncle Skid. You never know. Seven years in rehab ought to have had some effect, but then you’re talking about Skid here, so we’ll wait and see. And keep our fingers and toes crossed. And our insurance paid up.

* Note: For those of you unfamiliar with The Institute and what it does, please see the page labeled The Institute on the Menu Bar above. That should explain everything. You shouldn’t have one single question remaining after reading it. None. For those of you favored few who already know about the Institute, Nevermind.