Whither Blog-dom? Our Director Responds Fully!

Anatole Zliplitt--our antagonized Director of Public Assuagement

Telegraph lines directed into the heart of the Institute have been jammed--as with "night-soil"--these last hours with puzzle-headed "what-ups" from glib, enlightened, and ever-inquiring "global villagers" regarding the nature of our endeavor here within these electronical pages. Traditionally (one would surmise from the gibbon-like chatter directed at this all-too-eager-for-greater-workload office) this "phenomenon" denoted by the lexically-flatulent as a "Blog" is intended as a virtual rest room within the Information Transit System wherein the cranial frontal components are to be "hung to dry" for the duration and the Reptilian Brain permitted to run amok with every conceivable hormonal secretion, oral outrage and anal inelegance. Guests here express bewilderment that we fail to engage this serendipitous mechanism of public communication to (among andere options) bare our metaphorical privates; storm, rant, and rage witlessly (and lightened of all circumspection or novel perspective) against beleaguered public personages and timeless social errors; describe (in hideous and tormentious micro-detail) the various fascinations and trivialities of our grey and rodent-like lives, and hold forth, otherwise, with dreary bon mots regarding the wetness of dew, the radiance of rainbows, the verities of amor, the depths of our depressions, and the strengths of our medications. Bluntly, we have no time for such donkey-dribblings! We here at the Mt. Palomine Institute of Mysteries are engaged--quite doggedly--in the tireless pursuit of granitic resolutions to the panoply of dilemmas bedeviling mankind; we are absorbed in the fostering of erudite observations in regard to the current political morass; we are expending our energies in the development of ever-newer and cleverer technical engines in the seemingly vain, possibly pointless, hope of elevating the upright louse-infested apes infesting this orb from their current besmeared condition. That this crude foolscap we scribble upon is a "blog" burdened with Kindergarten Rules and Grammar School Obligations is of absolutely no interest to us.