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VCSY - A Laughing Place #2
Wednesday, 6 December 2006
Who I Am... or is it Who Am i?
Mood:  celebratory
Topic: VCSY

Metaphysics aside I suppository it would be usedul to give a disclaimer my lawyer can hang on whatever it is that lawyers hang on. SO thus therefore and forthwidth I do disclaim:

i don't know what the meaning of "Disclaim" is.

Do you mean like "I make dis claim"? I don tink so. I don't think I've made any claims that can't be verified for perspective and truth because I've included the sources I was citing in every instance (at least I think it was every instance. I'm an old man. Why are you badgering me?) . Take what I've written to experts. Make sure you give them a real read on what I've written and not hack job of posts you want them to see. You will know if you're lying to yourself. What you do after that is your problem.

Take the stuff to people smarter than me who can tell you if I'm the guy sticking a stinky finger in the potato salad at every cruise ship luncheon. Or am I the fly that got stuck in the potato salad when it was in the potato bin?

So, no, I don't disclaim that I know VCSY has patented technology being used or violated by IBM because I don't know everything to make disclaim.

If you mean "I don't claim to be that" I guess I can say I don't claim to be an expert, just good at what I do and my career curriculum vitae (available in public to no-one but myself- I can read parts of it to you if you like) may not be all that great, but it's probably better than yours.

What I do is sit and think about computer architectures and the passage of information from the data state to the consumable state and back to the data state. I get to sit and do this "thinking", as it were, and since I like to talk online (but chat rooms only get you into trouble) I figured I would take up my propensity for yakk to the next level and light a nest right cheer, as they say in some parts of the US I've driven through.

Fortunately I don't have to really do anything... I just be. Call me the low maintenance man. Pay? Heck no, if you mean do I get payed to write any of this absolutely not: zero nada wadda back pocket padda nope. I works when I wants and I don't wants mostly. Mostly.  But I don't work for or even know anybody in any of the companies I mention.

My credentials are that I am in a career that demands I know technology yet not have any ties to the vendors or suppliers to avoid conflict of interest. VCSY isn't in my Vertical yet. When they do I'll have to fill out one of them disclosures. I been through a bunch of them "closure" sessions and damn they ain't pleasant. Do I have to buy another woman a house? Or does the "dis" mean that a woman is going to buy me a house? Please be honest with me. I'm feeling quite vulnerable from the experience, as it were. I feel so cheap. Used.... How much do you think the house is worth? 

I own stock out of the ability to see a technological trend long long ago. I suffer because it has been long long ago. "We" understand who's ultimately at fault, but you can only dig until you hit the obvious and then you sit there and wonder why the obvious isn't publicized. By the way, great theme in the marketing for the red curtain and the red...well, you know... fricking everything. Especially liked the orange Eiffel Tower. Imaginative. Are we close? Warm? Any clues? Do we need to dig into this one or the other one over there? Hello. *THUMP THUMP THUMP* Is this thing Sarbanes-Oxley compliant?

What did I prescribe when I started this journey six (6) NO SEVEN long years ago? Patience. Well, Patience My Ass. I think we ought to kill something.

We (meaning me and my compadres who number in the dozens. Maybe many many dozens. Who's counting?)  have been tracking the goings and comings (mostly going) of a company called Vertical Computers. Look it up, this is a disclaimer I think and you're mucking it up with educational matters. You think lawyers like having to visit all those pages you blithely want thrown around to substantiate the arguments? Hell, they're no Perry and Paula or whatever the old gal's name was back there or whatever. Where was I? OH.

We don't mean to get mean but we're reaching the breaking point in patience and we want VCSY to tell us what they've been doing all this time of silence since 2001 when their XML products were introduced two weeks before Microsoft's and that's when the chicken $#!& began to fly. VCSY is a postage stamp of a company, but it has a right to exist without fear and intimidation. If the company is being held captive by somebody big that doesn't want anything known about VCSY apparent involvement in IBM for use against Microsoft (and quite masterfully done, I might add) write something on a gas station restroom mirror with soap. Invoke.

If you guys and IBM are in the hooch fine by me. Relationships are relationships and living on the peninsula makes me realize the software and hardware worlds make back woods gene swapping look parochial.

By the way, I've seldom seen such flawless execution in a complex staging and launch. How long has it been? Well it's been frigging well long enough. Enough already with the red coffee mugs and all: What's in the mug? What are these people drinking? Well we're drinking nasty stuff to keep the friendships afloat. Get it? Why do I have to drop a crabcake in my silks to get somebody in the world of industry and high finance to just prop me up in the wheelchair next time i get caught in a "leaned to fart and can't reright" fart paus?

What was I talking about? Nurse? What was i... well hey there honey, you're a sweet dose of medi...sin... What? We're "Live"? Hell I hope so. I've been in this home "live" for years and I don't think I'm dead yet. I hope not anyway. Think I want to spend eternity with all you ahos? Need oxygen. Need cookies.

Disclaimer? What's that? Somebody said I was crazy so I think I'll stick with that. 


Posted by Portuno Diamo at 3:15 PM EST
Updated: Thursday, 7 December 2006 10:53 AM EST
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