Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Well Monz Never!
Mark Monz would never tell you that he attended grade and high schools that did so well in the latest state/national rankings that they garner ooos and aaahs from envious suburbans and exurbans and plain-old-urbans alike. Really, he wouldn't, he doesn't get hung up on those kinds of rankings like the petty myl editorial staff. Mark Monz would never tell you that while he had seen Matt Hardy on professional wrestling and others do "The Shocker" -- a hand gesture where the index, middle and pinky fingers are extended while the ring finger is bent and meets the thumb in the palm of the big hand -- until they read about it's name and significance in Richard Roepers column today in the Sun-Times. Monz either knew or didn't care, and has little love for the Gene Siskel wannabe. Monz wouldn't sit around a crowded courtroom for an excrutiating three hours watching the Federal Circuit, siting in Chicago for their yearly traveling show, waiting with the rest of the city's patent bar for the final case (an appeal of a patent infringement suit) only to have the two lawyers tell the panel of judges that they have just reached a settlement. And while the editors might repeat a tasty lunch like the tenderloin wrap to death, Monz would vary things up and go to Kong's for a a small Hot Sour soup and a ma po tofu with steamed rice. "[Y]ummy...but not *tenderloin* yummy."
Mark Monz would never tell you that he attended grade and high schools that did so well in the latest state/national rankings that they garner ooos and aaahs from envious suburbans and exurbans and plain-old-urbans alike. Really, he wouldn't, he doesn't get hung up on those kinds of rankings like the petty myl editorial staff. Mark Monz would never tell you that while he had seen Matt Hardy on professional wrestling and others do "The Shocker" -- a hand gesture where the index, middle and pinky fingers are extended while the ring finger is bent and meets the thumb in the palm of the big hand -- until they read about it's name and significance in Richard Roepers column today in the Sun-Times. Monz either knew or didn't care, and has little love for the Gene Siskel wannabe. Monz wouldn't sit around a crowded courtroom for an excrutiating three hours watching the Federal Circuit, siting in Chicago for their yearly traveling show, waiting with the rest of the city's patent bar for the final case (an appeal of a patent infringement suit) only to have the two lawyers tell the panel of judges that they have just reached a settlement. And while the editors might repeat a tasty lunch like the tenderloin wrap to death, Monz would vary things up and go to Kong's for a a small Hot Sour soup and a ma po tofu with steamed rice. "[Y]ummy...but not *tenderloin* yummy."
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