Studio Mom Deb

Tritonic studio Debra P surprised us with a delicious lunch today which featured Sausage and Peppers followed up with meatballs, boccini mozzarella, sun dried tomatos, baked ziti and homemade sauce.

Nunz dropped the brownies

But wait! There WAS dessert, Oreo Brownies and Choclate Chip Cookies. Notice that I keyed in on the word WAS, Nunz is a walking deadline man, some say the swine flu some say pneumonia whatever it is NUNZ, you don’t drop the brownies and then pick them up with your germy hands!

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Professor Nunizo

There’s treachery afoot. It’s our belief that we have an impostor. But we’re not so scared that we’re talking in code. Ha ha! That would be ridiculous! Just PAY no ATTENTION TO any SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES that may or may not follow.

DO NOT worry; please CALM DOWN. THIS IS no TIME TO PANIC. Let us explain. We submitted concepts to This Is Newark, the Newark Gateway Urban Design Exhibition, where designers of all stripes drew up their ideas for makers for all of Newark’s arrival points. The expo is running now at Aljira. Pretty exciting.

PLEASE, don’t GET FRIGHTENED AND ENRAGED. Because we looked through the roster of designers and there was no Tritonic to be found. But upon closer inspection, we were stunned: Tri-TRON-ic submitted. And they’ve stolen our entire presentation.

Perhaps THIS IS just A simple typo and there’s no REASON FOR OUR SUPPORTERS TO START A VIOLENT UPRISING. More likely, Tritronic is a team of sinister robots (perhaps of Colombian and Italian robo-American descent) bent on infiltrating our company and using it as a mouthpiece to broadcast their binary war transmissions, which humanity will not be able to perceive or understand until it’s too late. Think about it. TriTRONic is TriTONic with another R. And what does R stand for? Revolution? Reeducation camp? ROBOT? All the pieces are falling into place.

If you’re going to see the expo and it looks like there’s a STORM coming, don’t head to THE EVENT WITH your collection of antique PITCHFORKS. Just go and check out all the great work. Keep an eye out for robots.

Now is the time of year when we give thanks for all the many blessings afforded to us. Zach would like to thank the owner of the SUV who parks on our street for not noticing the giant scratch and dent on Zach’s car in the shape of your bumper. Debra would like to thank her knees for allowing her to hang out at the hospital and get all the free popsicles she wants. Stef would like to thank ice skates for going another year without slicing off her finger in a tragic “accident.” Susan, our resident vegetarian, thanks Tofurkey. The rest of us, Turducken.

If you want some context for your own reflections, it’s important to understand the origin of this great holiday. Thanksgiving, or “The Festival of Lights,” began when Cowboys and Indians set aside their differences to board the Mayflower and set course for the New World, but they instead discovered America. There they shared a feast with the natives that lasted a miraculous eight days. The celebration, originally called “The Fourth of July,” was renamed Thanksgiving on account of its taking place in November.

And there you have it. Happy Thanksgiving.