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05.26.2005

book report about lobotomy (guest post)

In reading about the history of lobotomy, started as leukotomy, one would do well to remember: Phineus Gage was actually a really human person with a penis and eyes and everything. That weird doctor Greenswallow or Thigglebury or Stewartashus or Thistlefield or Dalrimple or Armenhammer or whatnot really just took it too far, carried, I mean, it too far, by it I mean that I'm talking about the practice of stirring up peoples frontbrains, because that's what, it's what, he was, he had a, when he was young his father whipped himself instead of him in punishment for something he'd done (him, who would later become Doctor Tidbutton who would even later become known as Doctor Icepick, or something,) and so Doctor Thagglepot grew up to become the pre-eminent brain scrambler before anyone seemed to even have gotten a wiff of what was going on. Or certainly everyone had to have gotten a wiff, but no one said anything. [...]

05.24.2005

can't remember a damned thing

I remember when I used to update this thing. [...]

Out of Context: " I'll be removing a lot of the posts from this main squublog page soon; probably Monday or Tuesday. I was planning on doing it immediately after my month-long outpouring, but I'm thinking I'll leave 'em there for long enough... well, there's no sense to it, really. It's a pretty big page right now, and some of you are probably tired of waiting for it to load. I'll take care of it this week. The Monday landmark is just sort of hanging around in my head because I think maybe some people don't read this thing over the weekend. It's possible that really not many read it anyway, and fewer still post comments. It's the comments thing that's making me leave shit up, ultimately: my big, unkempt, unfortuate wrap-up post is sort of sitting there all lonely-like. Not that there's any particular response I'd expect from something like that. (Except there is one thing, related to the metamorphosis of the title of this post: I'm still waiting to see if anyone even gives a flying fry-daddy about my title-thing. There was a title I was going to be using for this post but it'd give it away, (or, hell, it probably wouldn't if it's not already been figured out by everyone, which maybe it has...) so I didn't use it in case you smart, concerned citizens haven't read that post yet to discover that there's something someone's supposed to humor me by figuring out.) "