Director Zliplitt to be sent on extended tour of "da Urth"

I--as you see me before you--Professor Antonio Pille

In most fervent recognition of his facile Brobdingnagian locutions toward and comfortings of the common Menschen and Frauen hereabouts as our mask-like Public Face as it were, Director Zliplitt shall be stuffed through the coruscating orifice of the breath-captivating technological wonderment we have dubbed the Peepergate, thence from that puncture through (again) the aeonic ultraplicities of realities that lay beyond its interface, and, as final destination, be sent up the trans-dimensional nasal cavity of that most treasured Echo-world we know as "da Urth." From his cat-bird lounge-a-chair in, may we honestly admit, "Planet Hades" he shall continue to post his no-doubt-to-be-expected solicitous and tolerant observations: ipso facto, a day-by-day journal of goings-on there from his own (in truth) invidious perspective. It is our extended wish that this shall form a new and perhaps month-long ramroddishly straight trajectory of pointfulness for this offensive thing-called-a-blog, an excursion we shall emboss upon with the Vaudville placards (in deference to Klassics and/or Rocket J. Squirrel) of Zliplitteus in the Underworld or In-No-Sense Abroad.

Accompanying the Institute's Grand Puffin of Persnicketiness (as some wit once pegged him, and too, as the frosted glass upon his doorway now boasts) will be my treasured, if somewhat wayward and socially gaffe-abridged (to be just, only by my own olden-tymed-out anachronistic measure) spawn, "Peepernaut" Patty, as representative of the "fair-minded" and "mine-fielded" gender. Her own individualistic revelations--sans doubt to be diminishingly acerbic and increasingly didactic than those of the Director's, will be promiscuously posted in addition, free of charge (My own Grande Assessmentes of data will be interposed as I deem fit). We here at the Mt. Palomine Institute of Mysteries feel this un-malleable alloy of the diversely talented to be the ideal team of venturers from our adored world of Erde: first in historical record (aside from the daughter's unofficial pioneering visits) to nimbly set heel and toe upon the clodhopper soil of "da Urth" via the fanatastical Peepergate!