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Originally Posted by DMcCunney
It was in the drawer in the desk in your office. Looks like you need to clean out the drawers and update your legal stationery... 
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And that site ... as I recall ... is part of "Newton's Alley" which was the first web site I created for my cats (back then I only had two). That is the home of the "Weekly Caterwaul," which was a newspaper written by cats for cats. We only put out tweleve issues before it closed however.
Not too long after that site went up, I got email from friends that there were a couple of guys trying to find out who owned Newton's Alley, and could they give them my contact address (I guess they never looked in the drawer of my office for my email addy).
One guy was writing a book on "How to Write Killer Web Sites for Netscape" (or a title like that) for Que. He wanted to do a review or something of the site for the book. I said fine ... no problem.
The next guy was a writer for Forbes Magazine. He wanted to include the site in an article for the magazine. I said fine ... again, no problem.
The Forbes article?? "The Ten Best Ways to Waste Your Time on the Internet." It was all about how entertaining the site was. That made me feel great.
Then, a few weeks later, I get a package in the mail from Que. I knew I hadn't ordered anything ... opened it up, and it was the book. Most of the sites got a half a page review ... mine got six whole pages!! (Yeah, baby, SIX!!)
I kept in touch with the guy from Forbes for a while. He wrote a bestseller, novel ... which I read and it was very good. He told me it had been optioned for a movie, but I don't know if it was ever made.
Next thing that happened that gives me a bit of a snickering fit was when he took me out to dinner. We're sitting at the restaurant and he starts name dropping .... he's friends with this VIP and that VIP. Yeah, ok. Then, he says, "In fact, do you know who I had breakfast with this morning?" (Gee, no ... wasn't there.) He then proceeds to name a certain mega VIP in the world of computers and business.
I sit there for a second ... and I think .... I know that name ... I dated him while I was in law school. So then, Mr. Bestseller says "Of course, you've HEARD of him!!" My reply?? "Well, not in a business or computer context, but I did have sex with him for the better part of a year."
A couple of days later I got an email from my old friend (the mega VIP) ... we have kept in touch since then. He's married now and has a couple of beautiful children, and of course, faaabulously wealthy. Funny to think that a website devoted to my cats could lead to so many other interesting encounters.
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Originally Posted by pilotbob
Hey, she worked for Gray Cary Where.... I wrote the Payroll/HR software that they use. Although it says Ca, I think our contact was in NY... but I could be wrong.
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Back when I worked at Gray Cary, they were the largest firm in California, but they were only in California. There were about 300 attorneys at the firm that that time. Then, they merged with another large firm, and I think they have probably merged a few times since then. The firm name changes every time I turn around. They could very well be in New York now ... it wouldn't surprize me at all.
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Originally Posted by pshrynk
I had a patient once threaten the President. Being that it was one of my patients and that the threat was purely from a psychotic stance, we didn't think it was serious, but the rules require that we report these things. The field officers who came to interview the patient were very polite and professional and after review decided that the threat level was extremely low, especially since the patient got better with meds.
One of the Secret Service guys kept snarfing cookies from the snack counter though. When you work in a Franciscan hospital, you have a good bakery.
They wouldn't show me their Uzi's either.  |
That's the one thing I really don't like about dating law enforcement or government men ... having a loaded weapon on the bedside table at night. That simply gives me the creeps. It's not like I don't know how to use one ... but the last thing I need is for me to be sleepwalking (did I mention I sleepwalk??) and have someone mistake me for a prowler and blamo ... good bye Ricky.