Monkeys Typing Shakespeare

Considering the recent mess we faced when returning to the institute after a two year hiatus, the few remaining monkeys and I sat down to discuss disaster planning. Bongo made it clear that anything less than a full bowl of banana gruel was a disaster. When I tried to explain that I was talking about a disaster like an earthquake or terrorist attack I ended up with a faceful of soupy bananas. Bongo can be very frustrating some times but I know he loves me.

After running through an 800-slide PowerPoint presentation I had prepared last night we got to work securing the building, backing up the remaining computers, tying down the typewriters and creating lists of our contacts.

It was then that I realized we had not replaced the anti-poo screens for the monitors and the poo guards on the keyboards. Too late. Bongo sat in the middle of the typing pen having just “painted” several of the new computers we had just acquired. The look on his face seemed to scream “bet you didn’t think of THAT disaster, monkey boy!”

Actually, that wasn’t Bongo screaming it with his face, it was my wife standing behind him. Oh well, off to have my back shaved. I’ll have an update soon on our monkey recovery efforts. In the meantime, please keep your eyes open for any typing monkeys.