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...from the annals of real life, as transcribed by Scott Adams:
Posted at 05:35 PM in Humor, Naming, Trademark | Permalink
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Yes! I thought of you yesterday when I saw this. I'll bet the guy in the cartoon had a full head of wavy black hair when he started the search.
Night Writer |
April 16, 2007 at 03:26 PM
As I started to read this cartoon, I could barely make it to the last panel, as the waves of dread and recognition filled my mind.
I just had a client who, when being told that his favored name was not available in this county, in the next county, and probably not anywhere in the state, answered with the equivalent of "Well, is GRRR-EEEY-YAAA.net available? How about GRRR-EEEY-YAAA.tv?"
Namer X |
April 19, 2007 at 09:36 AM
I'm reminded of what Nan Budinger said she feared would be chiseled into her tombstone:
Mark Gunnion |
April 19, 2007 at 10:59 AM
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