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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

Saturday, September 23, 2006

A Note to Treasured Loyal Readers, especially New Treasured Loyal Readers

Ed Pahnjorndice--The Skeptical Nice Guy

The Panopticon turns a full year old in nearly a month. What began as a later-hours Experimente Scientifique Interknittalle, has, through sprawl and genetic carelessness, evolved into a great, sweaty, hairy, monstrosity of a thing, barely held together within a straining sack of stitched-up skins. Those unfortunates determined to peruse the archives will find inconsistencies in tone, manner, and detail; a year and over 300 postings later (and a MySpace thingamabob too, and a spin-off blog of uneven merit that we regret having mid-wifed) and we have, to our chagrin, managed to almost accidentally produce a roughly-configured Brave Olde (parallel dimensional) World, a lopsided parallel history, a host of interesting, albeit dimly limned, characters, and a bucket-load of neologisms that even I, the editor, have difficulty maintaining and herding about.

Well, editor I am and editor I plan to be. Some rewriting and editing, some organizing of data, and some clearer delineating of the fanciful characters are undoubtedly in order. A few older pics need to be gussied up too, and we have just acquired a version of DaguerreoShop (thanks for that, LB!) which we plan to apply to the effort. Some terrific personalities need resurrection (Jayneslyke Julianus for starters) and all the worthwhile ones should be placed in steady rotation. A few of the more personal and topical tirades will be relocated (with the use of tongs) to a dust bin. In other words (and we've made this threat before...without keeping to it, but this time we really mean it!), it be Editin' Time.

The result, hopefully, will be a more pleasing and consistent Work-d'Art.

Generata Lemonadum

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