Mad Monkey Mayhem Molests Maplewood!

Today's council meeting continuation (I'm thinking we should rename it the Maplewood City Clowncil) was one of the ones that is very good for snarky bloggers, but not really so good for Maplewood and its residents.

I'm torn, as both a devoted Hjelle-watcher and a resident of Maplewood. In the end, I have to admit that what really made the meeting wonderful for me was that moment when the elusive Chumpalopithecus hjelle swung down from that lofty perch from whence he quietly surveys the maple woodlands most of the time (or naps). On he came, beating his chest and flinging metaphorical poo at his rivals, in an effort to rhetorically claim and mark the territory of "plan B form of government" and "data practices" and what have you. This is startling to someone who has studied the Chumpalopithecus in his native habitat for some time, as other councillors' past bleatings on these topics (even the ones just minutes before) had always appeared to be less interesting than to him than dirt. He howled about Schwartz's "gossip report", bared his fangs at the ever-scowling Homo grumpycus rossbachi beside him, and shook the tree of civil bureaucracy so that myriad leaves of hitherto undistributed reports and past job applications filled the air. Watching this magnificent beast in rare and glorious action, as the leaves of unredacted data practices requests twirl around me, my heart sings out -- "It's autumn ... for Maplewood ... and Hjelle!" (to the tune of that song from The Producers).

Whew. I think I may need to go find a cigarette.