Yikes, do I dare leave the "those who can teach" pin at the top of this post? Some might declare it questionable and order its immediate removal on pain of death. Others may see if offensive to our illustrious law makers who gather yearly to find ways to make teaching more difficult than it was the year before. I wonder if there isn't a secret office somewhere in Salt Lake City and Washington staffed by people who have one purpose in life - to find ways to burden overworked and underpaid teachers with more curriculum than there are days to teach, more students than they can reach, and more parental responsibilities they shouldn't be burdened with.
The fact that the photo is still crowning this post means I made the right decision.
We have something to celebrate today (a good excuse for a post, wouldn't you say?).
This is James Smith. James is pictured above receiving his navy blue Flight Director's shirt from Her Graciousness, Odyssey Set Director, Christine. This honor makes James the Odyssey's newest ordained Flight Director.
Her Graciousness, Christine, The First of Her Name, proclaimed last Saturday James Smith day here in Wonderland. Everyone at the Space Center had to bow as he passed and, upon pain of banishment, refer to him as Sir James.
Sir James is shown in the photograph above receiving enthusiastic praise and applause from collared nobles and black shirted peasants. I'm standing in the background surveying the staff and volunteers, looking for anyone showing disrespect. Occasionally we have a volunteer unaware of the reverence required toward a newly collared Knight of the Realm. These poor unfortunates are taken from the room, flogged and returned very repentant - never to make such a mistake again.
I found one, his name was Jordan, the younger brother of revered James. He was in the back snickering at the accolades showered upon his older brother. I snapped my fingers and pointed him out. Two Collared Knights responded, pushing chairs and tables out of their way to apprehend him. The solemn assembly was briefly interrupted by his weeping and wailing for forgiveness. I was moved by his sincerity and called for silence and his temporary release.
I turned to Sir James. "Sir James, this kinsman of yours has shown you disrespect. I leave his fate to you. Shall he go free and return to his chair yonder or shall he be taken at once to the tower for flogging?
James thought for a moment, then spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Off with his head!"
The room went deathly quiet. Jordan fainted. Even I was astonished at the severity of the sentence. A moment or two passed before James spoke again.
"Just kidding. Flog him and leave him in the cell. I'll pick him up on my way home."
The room erupted in cheers at Jordan's reprieve. Jordan regained consciousness.
"Your brother has saved your neck from a fatal meeting with the executioner's blade. 'Tis a flogging only!" someone shouted from the crowd.
"A flogging only?" Jordan whimpered toward his brother. Sir James nodded.
"Thank you Sir. Oh, Thank you for the flogging I'm about to receive." Jordan's face brightened and continued to beam as he was escorted from the room. James held out his arms signalling his desire for another round of applause.
It was another wonderful day here at the Space Center.
And now, The Troubadour is pleased to present the following pictures demonstrating your indebtedness to the Engineers of this world (told in picture form for many of our younger volunteers who suffer from a condition that makes them fearful of too many words and letters on a printed page or screen).
What the World would be like without Engineers
Don't know exactly how to describe this, but I'll have a go....
The picture below is the alter at the Cathedral of Gaming. Services held daily after school and all weekend long.
I know this is how Emily feels when she locks horns with Kyle and Casey :)
The world's most accurate watch
Memorize this so you can use it then next time your parents get all over you for doing something ridiculously stupid.
Once again, I give this sign respect for creativity and imagination.
I'd buy my gas here to encourage this kind of thinking (up to a point, as long as its price was within two cents of its local competitors and its fountain drink section had pebble ice and a dizzying assortment of flavors).
Have a Great Week!