Patents are meaningless

Either that, or the peo­ple in the US Patent Office bot­tomed out in the ennui depart­ment. John C. Dvo­rak caught this lit­tle ditty this morn­ing demon­strat­ing the breadth and depth of intel­li­gence of our fed­eral “intel­lec­tual prop­erty pro­tec­tion sys­tem”. The patent owner’s a fel­low Min­nesotan … though I’m not cer­tain what that means (if anything).

I’m in the wrong line of work. To heck with try­ing to win the lot­tery, I’m gonna file patents for:

• Dan­gling the legs in the water cre­at­ing sinu­soidal ripples
• Rid­ing a bicycle
• Walk­ing a dog … wait … too obvi­ous … walk­ing a cat
• Hold­ing a pen­cil to apply graphite to a paper surface

Then I’ll sit back, relax, and sue every­one for … liv­ing