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Pataphysiolosophy

Imagine pulling your head out of your ass without paying for therapy.

The One Minute President 
With Paul Fericano. The book that made the world safe for never-ending retaliation.

Completely Contrary 
You're wrong, but you already know that.
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Pataphysical time machine


The log of the early days of getting the site up and running with working comments has been archived on its own page.

I finally gave up on trying to mess with iBlog as an interim solution. Every time I tried to post, right after the upload completed, iBlog crashed. I'm talking about RC3 of iBlog 2.0.

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My iBlog 1.4.6 blog, Uncommon Sense, was on hold while I played over at Today, but when I tried to update yesterday, it crashed as well and required that all application data be rebuilt, essentially assigning more than one thousand posts the same date, 6/10/09, although many of the posts date prior to 9/11/2001, the day that changed absolutely nothing. I suspect that site will sit and compost slowly until I get this one running on its own.

UPDATE: The link in the previous paragraph now points to the latest incarnation of my response to the common horse shit that is embraced as sense by the NOMF. I've also added a widget that links to various legacy collections that are being updated there. There is also a new section of Pataphysilosophy that heaps huge piles of steaming feces on the so-called social and behavioral sciences. Separate sites are under development to ensure I can provide universal coverage that will leave no marginally sentient being unoffended.

I have several options going forward: MacJournal, Ecto, Bloggo, but for now I'm working with Sandvox because it's simple to use and the Pro version gives me the functionality I need with minimal frustration.

Here's an interesting little graphic I grabbed about a week ago from faustrollwritesthewrongs before I got locked out. I guess my insignificant penis was just being interjected into the browsers of too many offended readers.

The day I blurred the flying penis and posted another piece about David Carradine and other famous auto-erotic asphyxiation aficionados, I saw a traffic spike that made me tumescent with pride as I dared to dream that the boss man and the massa would restore my dollar a day.

But then, the following morning I couldn't even log on, and I found an e-mail from support that said: We regret to inform you that your account with Today.com has been canceled.  We feel that your blog is no longer a good match for the Today.com VIP program. You will be paid in full during the next pay cycle of July 10.

I was crushed. I considered exercising my second amendment rights in the food court at a nearby mall, but I realized that adding to the body count would never bring back the joy and giddiness I felt in February, when I finally achieved my life's goal of being one with Anton Levie.







Dr. Faustroll Writes the Wrongs

  • Looking out the window
  • It's time to consider a career
  • What did health care ever do to you?
  • Road trip
  • Wrap yourself up in tinfoil and wait for the storm, outside

Life on the farm

when george grew up he humped the bed

the oak posts holding up the roof

the water pipes

in the corner of the room

the room is grey and most of us

beat our heads against the walls

but george would hump and hump

he made the attendants…

Keeping Busy

when I ain't got time to shit

I got it made

like a fossil

like geography


when the bomb burns

my thankless ass away

this lump in my colon

might end up

the eye of a geode

an egg of onyx

or a diamond


such sweet revenge

to become a gem

perhaps to…

Home page archive

7/21/2009: Last of the missing comments rescued from Insignificant Dick Cheney's secret bunker, and all is well with the world. Over the weekend, I'll archive this page and the widget at the top of the blog and get down with my bad self,…

I am anymore amazed

This poem is based on an actual event in 1972. My hair at the time was very long, and I was always very drunk and very stoned. There were lots of places within 30 minutes of Fayetteville where you'd be driving along and come to a ford at a…

I stepped on my penis this morning...

...and immediately felt a need to sing Via Condaleeza My Darling.

Seriously. Is there a chance this hightone bitch will be hand-cuffed and forced to do the perp walk at one of her classes at Stanford? Not meaning to be racist or anything,…

Disclaimers and Terms of Disservice

Life is short

But attention spans are shorter. Just when you thought you learned something from history, you realize you’re talking to yourself again and everyone in the nation of miserable fucks (NOMF™) is listening to old Joni Mitchell…

A brief pictorial history with thyme

A brief pictorial history with thyme

She was getting weak at this point.

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