“Miss Willow apparently hated having to go to the refresher computer course that we all had to take,” said @leerla73 while she and Niles (an ancient aboriginal Australian mythical talking koala) sat in the park, eating an improvised picnic and brainstorming ideas for Kami-Sama Kickass, the brainchild of Badger Productions’ brilliant but erratic owner/operator, Onion-Sama-PD-nim. “She’s been muttering all morning about how mean the boss was to require everyone to take it.”
Niles dipped a Marmite Bikky Stik into a tub of his favorite eucalyptus pesto as he scribbled out and re-wrote and circled items on a notepad.
(Brain Pickings)
“That’s a polite way to describe her wack-a-doodle nonsense. I don’t know what it is that makes EVERYBODY in the entertainment world think that they have to drag Shakespeare into every daffy experience they have.”
Just at that moment, OSPD-nim bustled past them, talking on his phone and licking his fingers. He nodded in the picknickers’ direction and kept moving and talking. “Yeah, mate, new shop. They serve sparrow pie. Just like me old mum used to make.”
https://www.englandcast.com/2018/03/10-foods-from-shakespeares-plays-that-shakespeare-probably-ate-himself/
@leerla73 looked puzzled. “What was that?”
Niles put on a pair of neon-green bifocals and peered over the top of them.
https://www.zennioptical.com/p/acetate-plastic-square-eyeglass-frames/1022?skuId=102224
“I didn’t say Miss Willow was wrong. Nutty as a fruitcake, to use an old expression, but correct about that cheerful idiot.”
“But what does Shakespeare have to do with anything? He’s been blamed for every theatrical weirdness since the first performance of . . . you know, THAT play.”
“In this case,” said Niles, “the Bard has quite a lot to do with it.” With one claw delicately pointed, he sketched a glowing family tree in the air. At the top was the visage of the most famous English playwright of all time. Many levels and layers lower down, Miss Willow and OSPD-nim appeared as Cartoon Network caricatures.
(PBS)
@leerla gasped. “You mean . . . you mean . . .”
Niles nodded. “I do mean. Our two office certifiables are forty-forth cousins descending directly from the Bard.”
“But how is that possible? I’ve never heard of this.”
“Are you doubting the word of a completely imaginary creature whose primary function is to provide slapstick comedy relief that explains things nobody wants to know? That’s not how the trope works.”
(eBay)
“Sorry,” said @leerla73. “Let me start over.” She cleared her throat.
“Ahem. ‘That explains everything that’s been going on.’ Ahem. ‘Especially their mutual love of weird food.’ Something like that, Niles?”
“Precisely. More green tea for you, dear?”
“Why, yes, thank you.”
(Comic Art Fans)