Panopticon strikes brick wall in nylons

All we ever needed to do, wasn't it?

As if to confirm everything we ever suspected and secretly knew with icy precision, this single photo of our Patty Pille has garnered more comment than anything written or posted anywhere else on Professor Pille's Planetary Panopticon. Large-ish poster versions are now available at the Institute gift shop and online at www.shopattypille.com. It must be noted that "Patty Pille" is merely her bogus modeling name, the bimbo routine only a humorous and (if you knew her as we do) wildly ironic act, and the young lady is in fact a Doktorate holder and a major intellectual asset at the Institute and elsewhere (She's also one of our better-regarded contributers and is pictured in the Panopticon in street clothing, sans wig--a hint, her greatest asset is Intelligence). That she is a brain-numbing goddess when in "High Feminine" mode is merely one of the confusions provided us by the Creatrix when she placed monkey brains in deity bodies (not the other way around as many on "da Urth" erroneously believe). Mercifully, in jeans and sweater togs, Fraulein Doktor "Patty"--a "Nerdischin" of the topmost rank--is splendidly uneventful, excellent company, and an engaging conversationalist. However, in demoness attire she frequently evokes the fevered plea-- Take me now, Walküre!