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Professor Pille's Planetary Panopticon

Currently under advisement and endless reconstruction. Perhaps confusing yet amusing. A highly vulnerable manifestation of the internationally-regarded Mt. Palomine Institute of Mysteries and its founder, the venerable Professor Antonio Pille. Dedicated with warmest regards to the varied ghosts of Aristophanes, Rabelais, Swift, Sterne, Jarry, Mencken, Baron Munchhausen, and the gentle and honorable Robert Benchley.

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Location: Portville, Narragansett National District

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Histofactoid: Panopticon and Professor flaunt literary heresy

Delicious Freedom here Loftily Attained at Temporally Indulgent Last!
Ten years ago today, in an event broadcast across the Empire by National Optical Wireless, Professor Antonio Pille, with great ceremony and following a speech lasting 73 minutes, took a first edition copy of Strunk and White's Elements of Style in hand, dropped it into the alabaster bowl of a specially installed and decorated water closet fixture, and, with solemn dignity and slight smile, depressed the flush handle. Since this blasphemy occured on Erde and not "da Urth" thunderous global applause and hurrahs followed, not mindless rage-fueled riots and pointless carnage. A similar proceeding is planned for this upcoming Solstice involving the Institute office personal electronical computing engines once a large-enough potty is fabricated. The "flushing-out" of sacred cows, idolatrous objects, and "holy" books is turning into high sport and even a popular Optical Wireless program on our beloved world (hosted by Wotan himself!). With our newly found access to "da Urth" we are now never lacking in--how shall we place it?--raw materials for this mirthful recreation! The Amazonians (noble bare-breasted warrior librarians, we surmise) already have stupendous orders from us; we were delighted to discover that all the oozing effluviant of the late Dawore-kin is at sinus-clearance prices. Bibbles and Krayons (or is it Koreans?) are costly (as any wild-walleted penurious profit-fanatic will tell), but books of the superheroic More-man ("A delirious laugh riot!"-Portville Trumpeter Doubloon) and those of the ever-reliable "Witnesses" are provided to us gratis! Unmolested will be the rantings of the Boo-duh as this rare fellow (similar to the Erden wise-guy Bobdhob) apparently discriminated forests from trees.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

you realize that the urth is hollow? if you get to the coast of denmark, and look up in the sky, you can see the british navy across the world. so we are hollow, or perhaps our world is.
"for the world is hollow and i have touched the sky" -some anonymous chick in startrek, the shatner version.

Thursday, February 02, 2006  
Blogger Prof. Antonio Pille said...

Actually, if I climb into a hot bath, and look at the direction of my feet, I can see a goodly portion of the British Navy.

Thursday, February 02, 2006  

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