This, kids, is an example of one of the finest pieces I have ever seen, though I have yet to have the pleasure of seeing it in person. That’s because by the time he began teaching the Intellectual Properties class I was in–two years after the book to which this page is the glowing epilogue was published–his hair had mysteriously vanished! I’ll give him props though, since I’m assuming he noticed the off-the-scale ridiculousness only AFTER the book was unfortunately published. The name in the title was changed to protect the innocent–namely myself, in case he ever decides to Google himself.
I’ve often has such neurotic tendencies, but then I realized my name is so generic that the Belmont mail center frequently redirects my mail to the other Kevin Smiths. The other week I’d ordered a Bluetooth adapter from Half.com, and it seemed to be taking forever to arrive. Finally I get a call from one of the others, and he says that Belmont marked out my address and redirected the mail to another apartment complex. Thanks Belmont! It’s good to know someone’s looking out for me when I get my address completely wrong… never mind that the address on the envelope happened to be fully valid.
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