10 May 2015
It sounds as if the "Dear Georgie" Advice Column Controversy has been dealt with, probably...
15/05/15 13:01
Sunday nights are amazingly special, aren't they? Just think about it: it's the only night of the week you can go to bed and know that, when you wake up, it'll bee MONDAY, the best day of the week! And here it is, at last!
So, most of you probably noticed that my "Dear Georgie" Advice Column last Friday was Canfield-Free, right? I can only thank Great Grandma Gee Gee's team of lawyers for that.
The first thing they did was to file a request to file a motion to demand a preliminary hearing to bee allowed to submit an application to bee put on the pending schedule for a Judicial Review. That was then referred to a Mediator who eventually referred it back to the Hive Commission on Semi-Intellectual Property Mismanagement, who then issued subpoenas to everybody who had anything to do with the matter of Canfield trying to take over my long-standing and highly respected Advice Column. (If you can beelieve it, they even subpoenaed my Human friend, Rex, though I still don't know why. It's not as if he knows anything about any of this or has anything to do with it. But whatever.) The Hearing lasted pretty much all day.
After all the testimony had been heard, the case was referred back to the Department of Socially Inappropriate Standards and Practises, which ruled that both Canfield and his Publicist, Trip Snyder, were in violation of Article 17, Section 293, Sub-Section 87, Paragraph 2 of the Socially Inappropriate Standards and Practises in Publishing and Public Speech-Making Ordinance, which says (and I quote), "Don't do stuff like that. It's rude."
So Canfiield, Trip Snyder, and my Editor were then forced to apologize to me, pay a hefty fine of one pound of honey, and were ordered to not do stuff like this again. They also stipulated that Kevin, co-inventor of this iBee of theirs, has to reconfigure Canfield's Ego Preferences so that something like this can never happen again. So that's a good thing.
I've heard Trip is planning an appeal all the way up to the Royal Court, but from what I hear, it will bee at least another 28 Warm Seasons beefore their case can bee heard. (Her Majesty, the Queen, is very buzzy these days.)
Now, I'm happy to report that I've got my Advice Column back all to myself -and Kevin's even happy beecause, as he said to me, "It's just cold and soggy outside, so at least I'll have something to do for the next week or so."
Of course, since this has all been going on, Trip Snyder seems to have realised that he's just lost one of his biggest clients, so when we were all leaving the Hearing Chamber, he handed me one of his brochures that described his services. Okay, it was more like a Letter of Demand, telling me that whether I like it or not, he'll bee staying on to represent ME and that he intends to bee my constant companion "from this day forward and forever more." (That's what he said when I asked him how long I hafta have him as my Publicist.) Then as I was walking away, he stuck out his foot and made me trip and fall right into the middle of a nearby prickly pear cactus. That hurt. A lot. (He said it was an accident. I don't beelieve him.) While I was struggling to get out of all those prickly things, he put his foot right in the middle of my thorax, then grabbed my antennae and pulled really hard. He said he was "trying to help". I don't beelieve that, either.)
Geeeeeze.
I'm pretty sure I don't like my new Publicist. At all. He's really mean.
I'm gonna spend the day trying to get the rest of all these prickly pear spines out me, then do my best to try to convince Trip Snyder that I don't need a Publicist and that he should go away now. (I hope he listens to reason, but rumour has it, he never does that.
I hope everybody has an amazingly jovial day! I'll see ya' later! Read More…
So, most of you probably noticed that my "Dear Georgie" Advice Column last Friday was Canfield-Free, right? I can only thank Great Grandma Gee Gee's team of lawyers for that.
The first thing they did was to file a request to file a motion to demand a preliminary hearing to bee allowed to submit an application to bee put on the pending schedule for a Judicial Review. That was then referred to a Mediator who eventually referred it back to the Hive Commission on Semi-Intellectual Property Mismanagement, who then issued subpoenas to everybody who had anything to do with the matter of Canfield trying to take over my long-standing and highly respected Advice Column. (If you can beelieve it, they even subpoenaed my Human friend, Rex, though I still don't know why. It's not as if he knows anything about any of this or has anything to do with it. But whatever.) The Hearing lasted pretty much all day.
After all the testimony had been heard, the case was referred back to the Department of Socially Inappropriate Standards and Practises, which ruled that both Canfield and his Publicist, Trip Snyder, were in violation of Article 17, Section 293, Sub-Section 87, Paragraph 2 of the Socially Inappropriate Standards and Practises in Publishing and Public Speech-Making Ordinance, which says (and I quote), "Don't do stuff like that. It's rude."
So Canfiield, Trip Snyder, and my Editor were then forced to apologize to me, pay a hefty fine of one pound of honey, and were ordered to not do stuff like this again. They also stipulated that Kevin, co-inventor of this iBee of theirs, has to reconfigure Canfield's Ego Preferences so that something like this can never happen again. So that's a good thing.
I've heard Trip is planning an appeal all the way up to the Royal Court, but from what I hear, it will bee at least another 28 Warm Seasons beefore their case can bee heard. (Her Majesty, the Queen, is very buzzy these days.)
Now, I'm happy to report that I've got my Advice Column back all to myself -and Kevin's even happy beecause, as he said to me, "It's just cold and soggy outside, so at least I'll have something to do for the next week or so."
Of course, since this has all been going on, Trip Snyder seems to have realised that he's just lost one of his biggest clients, so when we were all leaving the Hearing Chamber, he handed me one of his brochures that described his services. Okay, it was more like a Letter of Demand, telling me that whether I like it or not, he'll bee staying on to represent ME and that he intends to bee my constant companion "from this day forward and forever more." (That's what he said when I asked him how long I hafta have him as my Publicist.) Then as I was walking away, he stuck out his foot and made me trip and fall right into the middle of a nearby prickly pear cactus. That hurt. A lot. (He said it was an accident. I don't beelieve him.) While I was struggling to get out of all those prickly things, he put his foot right in the middle of my thorax, then grabbed my antennae and pulled really hard. He said he was "trying to help". I don't beelieve that, either.)
Geeeeeze.
I'm pretty sure I don't like my new Publicist. At all. He's really mean.
I'm gonna spend the day trying to get the rest of all these prickly pear spines out me, then do my best to try to convince Trip Snyder that I don't need a Publicist and that he should go away now. (I hope he listens to reason, but rumour has it, he never does that.
I hope everybody has an amazingly jovial day! I'll see ya' later! Read More…
Georgie's Back - and his "Dear Georgie" Advice Column continues ...
15/05/15 07:26
Well, it’s Friday and time for my “Dear Georgie” column!
As you can see, there have been some changes made around here, but I won’t get into that right now. I’ll tell ya’ all about it next week, okay?
So, without further delay, here is my advice for today:
As you can see, there have been some changes made around here, but I won’t get into that right now. I’ll tell ya’ all about it next week, okay?
So, without further delay, here is my advice for today: