Director Zliplitt on Blogs Yet Again...

Our Merry Director of Public Assuagement

Yielding to the demands of the public whims and dour economics we at the Mt. Palomine Institute of Mysteries shall struggle, now and then, to simulate the outward appearances of the common Blog, to wit (in this posting) a selection of typical puerile bloggish scribblings. I, Director Zliplitt, shall toss in the first ball only this time with an assortment of infantile observations and bon mots.

1. Oh my, oh my! The current occupant of the White Mansion in our nation's capitol is certainly a buffoon and charlatan! Gee gollicky! Fresh news to sympathizers!
2. A poem-ical utterance: Laying upon my unmade-up bed, I stare benumbed at a bare illuminatory fixture, a glass bulb burned out; and wonder to myself as quiet as a dead raccoon, if I have taken my prescription yet this hour--I dream of skulls and black candles and spooky doings and surely all love is lost, as Glenn my truest and dearest has left my side to hang about with Doreen.
3. The "savior" spoken and written of in our particular quaint set of beliefs truly wishes for you to abstain from intimate encounters or any other sorts of "fun" because he may have written so in a musty old book or other some thousands of years ago! Follow my rantings not and risk suffering eternal torment in some kitchen oven or basement furnace!
4. Have I informed you of the current goings-on of my feline companion Frisky? I shall add another 40 photographs of the dearest to this site, supplementing the 500 already existing here. What fool would not possess intense interest in Frisky?
5. Herein is the first chapter of my life story: I was born in a small town in the midst of nowhere and although nothing of significance happened between that august happening and the present moment, I shall endeavor to consume several hundred pages of electronical foolscap in conveying the infinitude of banalities contained within that span.
6. Surely you lay awake wondering who my favorite lifestyle musicians could be? They are the Pus Pipes, a quartet of angst-ridden females who perpetually express my innermost thoughts and moanings as if by para-psychological suction!
7. Attend me closely and learn the ancient secrets of ballgame card collecting!
8. I am most insensed at those people who do not share my shallow and poorly worked-out social and political attitudes! They should all be herded together and placed in encampments where they will learn better and correcter thoughts more aligned with my own!
9. Attention! Diminutive greyish beings flying about in strange interstellar craft may be the true cause of your nightly yearnings for snacks and/or painful rear-ward itch! Beware diminutive greyish beings at all expense!
10. I was most appalled by the recent made-for-optical-wireless moving pictures, Socks and Wax, because the lady miming the Socks character is an actress I vehemently disapprove of!

It is my earnest desire that all are satisfied for the moment with this abbreviated smorgasbord of pap-like sustenance. The task is now Your Blogster Dave Dimp's and you shall meet him shortly, fortunate fools. Dave was impaled in the noggin some time ago with a large chunk of schist and gustily enjoys such responsibilities. He is a veritable bleeding cornucopia of triviality. I retire as I have real works to manage.