“Perhaps Dan slept with her, then in the morning he rolled over and filled with disgust at his lapse throttled her and buried her in the desert.” – GeekLawyer, September 7, 2007
“Well, Holden, she finally showed up unharmed and unarmed at the hotel in Utah, she was hot, and so I could get down to work, just get it over with…she was very grateful…didn’t make her pay me…but so pleased with myself that I was screaming my own name….” – WAC?, September 9, 2007
Holden Oliver, at your service. But I need you to help me out. As apparent from our recent posts (see here, here, here and here), last week, English solicitor-blogger Ruthie of Ruthie’s Law spent 36 hours or so with my boss in Salt Lake City. I’m busy getting ready for meetings in Detroit next week, and I haven’t had a chance to read his memo to me, so in the interest of speed, here’s the unedited version, verbatim:
MEMORANDUM (Confidential)
TO: Holden Oliver
FROM: WAC?
DATE: 9/9/07
RE: Meeting up with Ruthie in Salt Lake CityLook, Holden, I’m busy getting ready for my “Women in the Law?” seminar, so just do a post based on this memo about my “meeting” with that whack-job Ruthie. But don’t screw this up. Don’t quote any of it verbatim. Write, edit, proof. Soften a lot. OK? Don’t want anyone to know how shallow I really am. Below are a few blogging points. They correspond with my usual post-conquest self-evaluative check list employing standard criteria: