It Ain't The Clapper

Greg:

Look, I know I'm supposed to keep a tight lip on what I say about your invention since it's not on the market and all. On the other hand, here you are in the same situation every inventor finds themselves in at least once: close to marketability but just shy of enough capital to get it there. I mean, c'mon, this is not some Rube Goldberg device we're talking about. It's a viable product that could do a lot of people a lot of good. It has been deemed utterly patentable by a genuine patent attorney with genuine morals. It has been computer-tested by engineers with genuine PhDs who gave it the thumbs up. It has been feasibility-tested by other folks with PhDs who know a thing or two about feasibility. They also gave it The Official Okey Dokey Stamp. Furthermore, there's probably a forlorn computer geek over on Mercer Island who cashed all his MSFT stock and is wondering what to do with that tumbleweed-size mass of c-notes that is clogging the foyer of his McMansion.

So what the hell am I going on about?

Here's the deal. We've already established that people are eavesdropping (eyedropping?) on this conversation. If some of these people knew something about your invention, they might understand exactly how ossum it is. Overcome by the brilliance of it, they might be compelled to gasp about it to two of their friends - and those two friends would tell two friends - until finally the geek on Mercer Island gets wind of it, blows that tumbleweed of cash your way, and faster than you can say cementatious admixture, you're on the market.

I also realize that by using our public correspondence as a venue for discussing something as technologically dense as your invention may create a wave of boredom that sweeps across this mighty land, causing necks to wilt and foreheads to crash into keyboards from Boston to Honolulu. That's a risk I'm willing to take. Lemme know whatcha wanna do.

Cheers, and give my best to Marie.

-Thaddeus