PLFM erinkenobi2893 (you can visit her great blog here) asked about Mr. Magi and his hibernating. Here’s a bit of professorish information!
Every so often, Mr. Magi—who considers himself the peacekeeper and protector of the Punchy Lands—will return to his cave and hibernate.
I don’t think he sleeps on a regular basis, you see.
Now, dadblamery occurs frequently in the PL. (Maybe even more frequently than it occurs in the professor’s brain—which is a wonder and a third.)
So, when Mr. Magi hibernates, everything that he had fixed is sorta unfixed, because of different PL’ers. Notably, Daddy Salami. But there are many more.
I caught up with Mr. Magi just as he ‘emerged’ from his cave.
“What sort of unscrupulous things are happening?” he asked, one eyebrow raised and the other at rest comfortably.
“Well,” this professor answered, “I’m not sure. You see, I barely see what I see.”
“Which isn’t a good thing at all.”
Mr. Magi wasn’t happy.
The professor had misstepped.
“I meant that in a good sense, of course,” I said, hoping to get his mind off it in a hurry.
“A good sense of that sort of thing doesn’t exist, young man!”
“Well,” the professor tried, “have you ever tried not to see what you were seeing?”
“No,” Mr. Magi answered. “I’d just close my eyes before I’d try not to see what I was seeing.”
“But what if you’re eyes wouldn’t close?” I’m really not sure if that’s a real problem, but it sounds convincing, doesn’t it?
Mr. Magi raised the black rod he carried. “Young man, we’ll have to talk about that some time. I must get about my travels about the land.”
“Yes, yes,” the professor called after him. “We will have to have speaks about that sometime.”
I didn’t want to follow up, though.
A note on the picture above: That lovely shot proves it is possible to smile like the sun (or moon). The professor was in the right. And now you know what to picture when I tell you I’m smiling like the sun (or moon).