Bill Heinz at IP-Updates alerts Geeklawyer to the following classic quote:
“We’ve had experience with the Patent Office where it tends to grant patents a lot more liberally than we would enforce under the patent law.” — U.S. Supreme Court Chief Justice Roberts
Yea, no shit. In breaking news elsewhere: the sky is blue, Bush is retarded & patent lawyers are expensive.
…. D’oh State the Obivious, already! Has the US Supreme Court, or specifically Mr Justice Roberts, Been Smoking Something Odd??!?
Nothing to do with your post…sorry… but… it is difficult, when one has absolutely no clue about the topic you are writing about, to comment with acuity and precision.
So… I won’t… and, instead, I shall say this… because I need to have an outlet for my thoughts tonight in the light of what follows:
The last time I was in your night club I gave Wayne Rooney my autograph. Nice guy… kept asking me if my Grandmother was coming out tonight. I was, I can tell you, puzzled by this. Seemed a nice guy. I’m sure he was green when I last saw him… I could be wrong.
I finished, after a long day, to find myself described as “good ‘ol Charon”…. by a fellow blogger. I could say that I was ‘mortified’ by this description… but that would be just too obvious.
Instead…I thought of my final ride in a coffin pulled by a motorbike (Yes… it is possible) and then I thought about Dr Gunther Von Hagen who wears a hat when he cuts up bodies on Channel 4.
Naturally.. I had to post a blog entry about this.
I have decided to apply to be plastinated by Gunther Von Hagen….
I am now off to watch my recordings of “Country File” and put on a Tweed Suit, get the Horlicks out… and then I’ll phone SAGA and see if they have any movies for old gits to watch …. or, perhaps, I shall arrange a cruise - and get some medical insurance and a carriage clock… so if I snuff it on the cruise and get put in a ’secret cold room’ on the bottom deck of the ship, next to steerage passengers, I won’t be a burden to my ‘loved ones’.
I have already excluded by Brother Professor R.D. Charon from my Will… and have decided to give all my worldly goods to my non-English speaking cousin, Fabio Charonello, who is now managing a football team using sign language…. provided he sorts his Italian tax afairs out.
Right.. there we are. I am now leaving the building. Off to to write something sensible and not hit the “post / Add Comment”on any more websites tonight. I might try two more - WebCameron and, perhaps, start a petition on the 10 Downing Street website.
Speak anon
I do hope you enjoy your evening on the lash / beer / bier et al.
My Dear CharonQC, Thank you for posting. It is always good to know that when a Friday expire it leaves in its trail a posting on my blog from the Bollo. More so, it would be, if a neighbour of yours, & of whom we have spoken, would choose not to instruct me in litigation against That Evil Airline, No matter.
In the matter of travel/medical insurance Geeklawyer would remind you to read the small print. Geeklawyer has a girlfriend whose son has suffered a non-pre-existing medical condition in the antipodes. Of course the insurance company is denying liability and Geeklawyer is acting pro-bono (sigh, yet again) to ensure insurance companies don’t rip off his girl-friend. As a professional Geeklawyer expects you to seek advice first.
“I have decided to apply to be plastinated by Gunther Von Hagen” - that’s good but ensure you are dead first. Geeklawyer understands it to be painful otherwise.
This seems as good a posting to test the temperamental spam filter on as any.
Reading Charon’s concerns about his impending death, I am impressed that he wants to be wrapped in what is after all an advanced version of cling film. However there is a better way to ensure people remember him well and he is not a burden to his loved ones: i.e, go and live in a pokey cold flat in a block where nobody knows him. Then when he dies and his body is not found for three weeks, people will fondly say, “he wasn’t any trouble,he kept himself to himself” and “we hardly saw him.” I believe that is popular in this great country.
Ah… so that is what I got up to last night
Yes, GL… I’ll ensure that I am dead before I arrange delivery to Gunther.
Recording quite a few interviews for this week’s Weekend Review’.
Be in touch soon
Mr Charon does not need to get himself wrapped in Gunther’s cling film to ensure he’s remembered fondly. All it takes it for him to die alone and three weeks to pass before anyone finds him. Then, as I have observed many times in the quality press, people will say, “He was very nice. He kept himself to himself and never bothered anybody.”
Trying the fucking spam filter
You don’t seem to be having much luck. Are you logging in before commenting?
Whatever I do it seems I am spam. This is almost as bad (but not as much fun) from being banned from a well-known blog for actions involving parody and vitriol.
Geeklawyer, I fail to see how one can be trapped in a party. Is the door barred? Are you tied up? Would you like to be tied up?
I have never been a great fan of bondage - it seems faintly silly. I did humour an ex girlfriend who liked to be tied up with a belt and spanked. Frankly it seemed vaguely demeaning for both of us. She did have the good grace not to call me “daddy”: unlike the girl at university whose virginity I took - I didn’t enquire further for fear of the answer; though incest seemed to be a theme for both these weird females.
I was trapped by the bonds of unshakeable social convention. To leave early would seem impolite to one’s host.
Although arranging a crap party would seem to nullify such social debts, in practice, for a man of impeccable manners such as myself, this is not really the correct balance.
Therefore I felt compelled to stay, and then phone in a bomb threat to create a distraction that would allow me to leave without social penalty.
Re: Bondage, I totally agree with you and have never seen the point of it - it falls into that category of things that are far too contrived, rather like orgies. If one of course should find oneself in a threesome, that is different.
As for leaving early, I only ask since I have walked off this very night from one of those awful group dinners in a restaurant where you can’t really speak to anybody and it’s all so tedious. In the old days we’d say we had to meet our drug dealers.
Isn’t it interesting how a blogpost concerning intellectual property degenerates , if thats the word, into a discussion of sex, bondage, incest, and general depravity?! Does specialty in IP involve these matters on a daily basis?!?!?
This contains a general element of truth - although in this case it was sparked off by Mrs Robinson commenting off-topic on this thread after reading my Twitter feed at the top right. Not that I mind.
It’s odd how blogs can start out high minded and end up as tabloid. Ah well it’s fun.
Humble apologies Mr GL for not logging in. I didn’t realise I had to go to tradesmen’s entrance first…
Yes but at least I am here to tell you that there is no apostrophe in blogs. People pay me for that advice. Not like they pay you but they pay.
Je m’excuse. I came back to see if the spam filter had defeated me in the afternoon and was happily drunk so decided to pick up on a less important facet of the blog.
ahem guilty of apostrophe abuse.
What would this blog be without alcohol? Is there nothing it can’t do?
The NHS don’t want any of my organs… had a text message from The Chief Medical Officer’s office… but… they did leave the door open and said I could apply again next year.
This is, on a drizzly Sunday evening in West London, rather depressing. I want to do something for my country.
I am now going to settle down and re-read a book on The Concept of Law… edifying… I need a bit of edifying this weekend… as I used to say to my students before they took their exams…. ‘keep a positivist attitude’.
One could always tell the likely fail candidates from their puzzled looks.
I may take a glass of the fruit of the vine… as I flick casually through a book on Roman Law…. always at hand, by my bedside…
By the way…. has anyone ever drunk Gin & Dubonnet? Apparently HM The Queen drinks it - as did her Mother, apparently.
As a stalker I feel it my duty to comment in an odd and slightly disturbing manner, time permitting, to the bog of my darling victim Geeky. You bunch of silly and sadly not depraved nerdlings have left me little room for creepiness, what with your talk of HM, bondage, apostrophes and social conventions. My job (as usual) has been done for me.
If it makes you feel any better curlygirly/Mrs Robinson also hails from the Antipodes.
There is always room in Geeklawyer’s life for weird women, indeed a new vacancy has arisen - but can you nag as well as be neurotic?
Sorry Stalker Lady, did not mean to take your livelihood away. Having stumbled on this blog via BabyBarista I was so shocked to such find such perverse filth I joined in. Nonetheless, I shall have to report him to Advertising Standards since he is not the Geeklawyer I expected.
My experience is that the ASA couldn’t find their arse if you gave them a copy of Gray’s Anatomy.
I am far too easily bored to either nag or be neurotic. In the event that you should bore me (and I hope that will not happen for some time) I am more likely to be the one who wanders off from the party to talk to the strange man with the dark eyes out the back.
CurlyGirly was a copywriter in the glamorous eighties and did her best to offend Advertising bodies but it did not work. Still she did get to write cigarette and alcohol ads which we all know are directed at minors.
The perfume of Oestrogen in this post is positively overpowering…….
I am of the opinion, my dear GL, that you have acquired a veritable hareem of virtual ladies willing to vye for the official position of GeekStalker; such decisions as you have to make when bestowing this title, will call for an inordinate ammount of sensitivity and diplomacy…. oh dear……
Sorry to disappoint but I have ruled myself out of stalker infamy since my identity can easily be found online and indeed pictures of me in a bikini, due to popular demand from my male readers.
No,I am merely here in an advisory capacity.