My work with Science

Getting a patent on an invention is definitely NOT the easiest thing to do. U.S. Patent and Trademark Office (USPTO) tries to help individual inventors who apply for patents without a lawyer's help.

To obtain a patent, you need to:

• make sure your invention qualifies for a patent, and

• be able to describe all aspects of your invention.

These aren't "legal" skills, and learning them is no different than learning any other skill, whether it's auto repair, deck installation or gourmet cooking. Some steps are easy, others are more difficult. But by taking the process one step at a time, you can acquire a patent.

So I have my invention “The Predict-o-Ferret”. Simply put it's a ferret with a magic 8-ball surgically implanted into the belly. So while you play with your creepy ferret it can also predict your fucking future. I know, I know...the name sucks. I'm working on it. Some other names that I came up with are, “Beware the Ides of Ferret”,”Fortune Rodent”, or “Yasmine Bleeth”. Some of those names have apparently been taken.

Now I have to see if my invention qualifies for a patent. I'm sure that's possible. If that guy could patent “Puggles” then why can't I patent for “Verm-Azing”(I like this one)? What was that guys name? Oh yea...Joey Pugglesack. Just like his name but he just dropped the “ack”.

I know I have made fun of ferrets in the past. Not to you people but to random strangers in various Key Food parking lots, but I really shouldn't. I just know how creepy and off putting it is to see a person owning one. I use to be a ferret owner. Don't shun me! It wasn't until I started dating my first girlfriend ever in high school did I know how low of a person I was for owning one. So she sat me down, picked up my ferret, and broke his little neck. Broke cute little Gizmo's neck. Then I had to take her to Express at the mall. That day, I lost some innocence learned how terrifying women are and that some day one of them will kill me. Like they do to every man...and some ferrets.

That's my current problem with patents. My other problem with patents is that the guy who invented the water noodle pool toy things is trying to stab me in the face while I sleep. I think he's angry 'cause I've maybe make a few inappropriate comments and gestures about and with his invention. I've use it for other things too.

A Poem: The Conquistador

Here's something I wrote one drunken early afternoon...

Oh Conquistador, with your shiny hat
Why did you come to this land
you say you need to read the gas meter
but I know you're here to steal my ham sandwich
you say I'm paranoid from drinking Robitussin and sniffing glue
I just want to throw this piece of dog crap at your neck you Spaniard jerk
So I'm sorry Conquistador named Dale who works for the gas sompany
for the poop throwing and torching spanish galleon you called a van
and so I read this poem to you as my closing argument during his trial.

I need to get out more.

New Year, New Promises to Break

Like every other person on this planet (except for those filthy Eskimos), I have made a vow to change my life for the better starting this year. This of course involves ending bad habits and starting better ones. Here's my list of Do's and Don't for 2009 that I will probably follow up until Groundhogs day (fourth biggest drinking day of the year after St. Pat's, New Year's and Arbor Day). In no particular order:

• Eat better! Meaning more salads like pasta and egg and stop eating trash. Literally, trash. After choking on a bottle cap and slicing my tongue on a can lid, I will no longer take dietary advice from my dog.
• Stop smoking and finally switch to Skoal. Be healthy and classy at the same time.
• Stop terrorizing the fat kids in the neighborhood. Nothing is better than chasing a pudgy little meat sack in your Nissan as you throw frozen Twinkies at it. But it's time to end this activity. It's not very mature and also not very legal.
  
• No more morning drinking. Nothing before "The Price is Right" . Tough but sensible.
  
• NO MORE CLOWN PORN! All it does is give me nightmares. It's just hypnotizing. Like watching a retard in a bouncy moon castle thing.
• Stop renting a bouncy moon castle thing and filling with the local retards. It's just too expensive.
• Stop breaking into my senile neighbors house, hide in his attic and pretend to be his dead wife's ghost.
• Find me a normal girl who does not use mace or get stabby.
  
• Black tar heroin!

Let's see how many I keep.