Mai Lessr Noen Enjineerin Qwaliteez

Musashi Sez:

So las week mai mom founded out that ther is a plays calld the Musashi Institoot of Tecknolojee. It is in Japan, attatchd to the Tokyo Cittee Universtee. Mom sez that this is mor lik CUNY than Harvrd, whutevr that meen. Still, it is egsytin. Thingk about it: somwher, verree far awae, all kindsa peeples is studeein layzr pointrz, moussee trajektoreez, Optiml Solar Enerjee Absorption in Feline Fenestration (OSEAFF), and Feline-Powered Batteries And Bioartificed Industrial Engineering Systems (FPBABIES). As yu kin see, sutch studeein catrgoreez is importint fer kittees, as they (kitteez, not catrgoreez) is eethr the subjikt or the objikt of the reesertch.

Anneewae, we gives yu a piktchur of the Institoot. An we lets yu imajin fer yerselvs whut kinda resertch they probabul does ther, which will inevitabul fix all the stoopid cruntch-typ problims hoomin peeples has gottid us all into.

Mor Egsytin Diskuvreez about ME!!!

Musashi Sez:

Wull, the egsytmint todae is that I is parentlee mor lefthandid than not. We diskuvrd this wen we wuz playin wift the Layzr Poyntr (that mom calls the Kittee Crak Dot, but I don’t noe why, cuz I hasn’t brokdid anythin playin wift it yet). Wen the trikkee light com neer me, I smak it wift mai paw, but onlee the left 1, cuz that’s jus eezee-er fer me. Mom sez, “Yep, yu’r a leftee, jus lik yer granpa. He’ll be veree pleezd.”

This is eevn tho I do mos othr thins wift whutevr paw happin to be avaylubul at the tim. Huh.

A NOTE ABOUT THE TITLE: I cudn't com up wift a gud titul fer this post, so I asksd Mom whut Onkul MeToo wud call it, an she caym up wift this verree fast.

We Innerupt This Storee fer a Littul Bit

Musashi Sez:

Mom an me not hav tim to werk on mai blogs todae cuz mom was downtown all dae doin “Jooree Dootee,” which she sae is a verree seeryus thin an it halp our contree’s PART-ISS-IPAR-TOREE DEMAKRASEE to werk.

I sez, “It halp whut?”

An she sez, “It’s wher lotsa peeples (hoomins) gets together an mayk shur they hasn’t ben scratchin eetch othr’s furnitchur or faysis or mebbe steelin eetch othr’s mousees. An if they has, they gets in trubbul.”

“Oh!” sez I. “Is that innerestin?”

“Most of it is kinda borin, but fer one bit, a guy wayvd a layser pointr at som picktchurz on the wall. Yu wud hav likd that, Musashi.”

“Oh boy! Did yu chays it in sirkuls?”

“No,” sez Mom. “The judj wudn’t let us.”

“Whut’s a judj?”

Mom sez, “A judj is somebody whu mayks shur evrboddy do things the way the law says. She wears a big black robe an sits behind a big desk wift a big chayr.”

I perks up mai silkee blak eerz at this. “A blak robe? Hmm. Cud I be a judj wen I grows up?”

“Um, well, yu cud,” sez Mom slowlee. “But yu’d hav to go to lawyer skool first, an that is pertee borin. An aneewae, the judj didn’t chays the layzer pointr eethr.”

So aneeway, that is why we not have a storee or a revyu of a toy or aneethin lik that todae in mai blog. But, hey, yu gots to lern about Jooree Dootee, an partissipartoree somthin, an also judjiz. So yu’r still getting edjakaytd. So that’s OK. See yu tomorro!