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Word of the Every So Often​
kahili: (noun) (pronounced: kah-hee-lee) Hawaiian word for a ceremonial staff ornately decorated on one end with feathers; a symbol of power and divinity associated with royalty, to the point where it was considered sacred. The King’s catafalque was surrounded with kahilis, making the occasion quite festive, except, perhaps, for the King.
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The Almost Daily
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Today’s holiday would have a whole lot more meaning if it weren’t a Saturday. It’s Work Your Proper Hours Day, a day devoted to not showing up early, and not staying late. If it can't get done on your shift proper, it just ain't gettin' done. Of course, here at the Press, we have no idea what proper hours might be, especially on a Saturday. Hell, if anybody shows up at all it's a special day. We'd be happy if it were Just Show Up to Work Day. But, alas, such a holiday does not yet exist.
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Cartoon of the Week

SOS
STUFF
Maggie
Maggie was a cat.
She was a good cat.
She did what cats are supposed to do well.
She slept, she ate, she laid around,
and she caught mice.
Maggie was good at catching mice.
She ate them, too,
which her people found rather disgusting,
but they were willing to ignore it,
because they really didn’t like the mice.
Maggie’s life was good.
But it wasn’t enough.
So Maggie decided to go to college
and major in philosophy.
Well, sure, most people in her undergrad classes
noticed that she was a cat,
but the further she went
the less anybody seemed to care,
until she got in grad school,
and then nobody noticed at all.
The trouble began
before Maggie finished her Ph.D.
She started to question things, like:
Was the unquestioned Mouse
Really not worth eating”
Was any mouse worth eating?
Was there really any mice at all,
or were they a collective illusion?
Perhaps Maggie herself
was an illusion of a mouse.
And the more Maggie thought,
the more she came to realize
that she could never stop.
The logic followed QED:
If you meow,
and therefore you are,
then if you don’t meow,
then, therefore, you’re not.
But perhaps she wasn’t anyway,
for after all,
how could you ever know anything for sure?
And Maggie became totally useless as a cat.
Of course,
it took the mice a whole three minutes
to realize that not only was Maggie
not going to chase them anymore,
but Maggie wasn’t even going to move,
even after they discovered
that the quickest way to the kitchen
was going over Maggie.
And in marginally less time
than it took the mice to realize
that Maggie was less than useless,
the mice had overrun the entire house.
It was about that time
that Maggie got the boot.
She was replaced by a tomcat
who was so stupid,
that he thought his tail
belonged to somebody else.
He had the mice whipped into shape by nightfall.
Maggie might’ve starved
had she not made her way to the University,
where she came to stay,
spending the rest of her days
in the Philosophy Department.
Well, yeah, she was just as useless there,
but nobody there noticed the difference.
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