Ramblings 06 Dec 2007 01:51 pm
Chit Chat
This is an actual conversation that took place after Kirsten decided to throw herself a half birthday. After discussing plans for the eveing it came up that we had read the same book. I take you now to a conversation that is already in progress…
K: What book are you reading?
J: some layup novel called Night Fall by Nelson Demille. It isnt very good.
K: that book IS terrible. That is the one about the plane crash off LI and the guy who is convinced that there is a conspiracy or some nonsense, right? I blocked out most of it, honestly, but I do remember that much. And that it is terrible. Although, I finished it. It was like eating a rice cake when you want cookies. At least you ate/read something, but mostly you just feel cheated.
J: thats the same one. I finished my other book and my co-worker gave me this slop. I hate writing (that is) in the third person. Justin Bates thinks it’s a good idea for Argentinian food with his friends tonight. He may not like them, but it’s better than eating alone. Justin wants to know what time we should head over
K: Kirsten feels that it would be unfair of her to tell Justin to go to hell, and that she doesn’t really care for him either, since she did arrange this get together. So, instead she emails him back. “Come over whenever you and E are ready,” she wrote, against her better judgment. “I am not sure when Matt will be home, but we can head over in one car when he gets here.” What she failed to add was and while you are here, I can feed the wolves. Kirsten believes that Justin agreed to write a blog this way.
J: After reading Kirsten’s reply, Justin decided that since he didnt have any other plans and E would be amenable to anything, he would accept the offer. What Kirsten didnt count on was Justin’s lack of energy. Instead of taking creativity into his own hands, he would just copy their conversation and post that. Justin feels good about sharing.
K: Her fingers hovered about the keys as she looked for the words she wanted. Bring it sounded good, but as everyone knows, those words can win you a serious ass-kicking if uttered at the wrong time or place. She chuckled inside, thinking about the crazy Marshfield woman. No, that was not the right sentiment. Kirsten searched her mind. Ah—there it was, lurking in the back. Intellectual Property Rights Cage Match. It captured the true paradox of this situation. On the one hand, Justin has as good as admitted to the world that he was stealing what was clearly Kirsten’s intellectual property. Really, who would have believed that he could have written that anyway? But, cage match was the best way to describe what was to come. There was no way that Justin could have known when he stole the lines that it would lead to this. Of course not. If he had that much imagination, he would have written his own blog today instead of cutting and pasting from a friend’s email. But a cage match it must be. It is the only way to settle a dispute over intellectual property rights, as any attorney will tell you. Of course, in order to settle this dispute to the letter of the law—the only way to preserve the friendship—it would be necessary to locate a cage large enough to house this match. The Stanley measuring tape, for all its bright, yellow friendliness told Kirsten only disappointing news: Bunny’s cage was not large enough for a death match. Quickly, she opened Firefox and pulled up the Home Depot website… J: I challenge you to find anything intellectual in any of this. Though thanks to the power of Gmail, and the fact that it scans your email and shows product reccomendations based on your conversations, I feel that we will have a cage in no time flat.