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Eli Rabett, a not quite failed professorial techno-bunny who finally handed in the keys and retired from his wanna be research university. The students continue to be naive but great people and the administrators continue to vary day-to-day between homicidal and delusional without Eli's help. Eli notices from recent political developments that this behavior is not limited to administrators. His colleagues retain their curious inability to see the holes that they dig for themselves. Prof. Rabett is thankful that they, or at least some of them occasionally heeded his pointing out the implications of the various enthusiasms that rattle around the department and school. Ms. Rabett is thankful that Prof. Rabett occasionally heeds her pointing out that he is nuts.
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- I am the object of people power at Change.org (all...
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7 comments:
At least it's all in the family.
As to the post's original title, as Ethon can testify, a vicount is a high-altitude llama census
Courtesy of Wikipedia: 'A viscount's coronet of rank bears 16 silver balls around the rim'.
That's a lot...
I presume that Aethon can peck his way through that fine wool vicuna jacket. But will the liver be fatty and tasty or cirrhotic, fibrous and stringy?
Also, does Aethon have a policy about sharing pate de vicuna with those less fortunate, after the big bird is sated and near gastric rupture, of course.
Poor Monckton hasn't a coronet to his name.
The Brechley title scarcely dates to the days of King Elvis, let alone the last coronation, and no one has yet been born to it.
The peer has gone totally potty
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