We were tipped off in the fall of 1999 that it was up for sale on a website called Greatdomains.com. I still have the screen saves to prove it. Two BC millionaires (shiver, shiver) put up $50,000 between them to help get it back and earned 50% ownership. We had all been expecting a nice big juicy quick flip because dot com was going crazy at the time. However, by the time we got it back, dot com had run completely out of steam and all our grandiose ideas about a nice big juicy flip was gone with the wind.

      In the spring of 2000 I discovered it stolen again. This time by someone unknown who had hacked into Network Solution's server when they had first been taken over by Verio.com. Fortunately, I discovered it before any harm was done. Network Solutions put it straight back with the caution that because Look.com was such a good name somebody would always be trying to swipe it. No kidding.

      In 2001 I decided to put Look.com up as a search engine website because of the obvious ideal name for the purpose. To help the finances I brought in a partner in 2002 to help raise funds. Who didn't raise a nickel and in desperation at the time (divorce, etc.) also went rogue near the end of 2003 and abducted control of Look.com for himself. Where abduct means to travel around in mysterious ways, usually with the property of another. Who had redirected my email address to himself through our server in order to take over the ownership of Look.com.

      This time, because it was an inside job, the Registrar Company, now Bulk Register, said, "Tough luck, go sue". That’s all fine and dandy if you’re loaded. But the problem was in my case, that when the partner took control of Look.com he also took control of the money coming in. My bother and I were completely cut off from all sources of revenue since we didn't have anything else going at the time and Old Age pension wouldn't kick in for another year.

     Since nature abhors a vacuum and empty nostrils, we did what any self respecting broke bozos would do and immediately went out and started selling flowers in bars and restaurants around town at the tender age of sixty four. How many high end executives do you know who would hit the bars for dollars instead of daiquiris when the going gets tough? Fortunately we pulled it off. We always had enough money for groceries and rent. Unfortunately though, nothing for expensive things, like lawyers.

      In desperation I tried for a year in the hallowed halls of Justice as my own litigant with absolutely no previous experience whatsoever. Where Justice means ‘Just Ice’. And true to its creed I got frozen stiff. In effect I buried myself five feet deep out of six. The two millionaires (shiver, shiver), P. Mathews of Vancouver Canada and H. Stark of Kelowna Canada, or Peter M. and Harvey S. if you prefer, stepped back in and said they would help get it back yet again. Who then had Greydie and I sign over full ownership of Look.com to them after their giving us their braying promises and assurances that they would never try to sell Look.com out from under us if we did. Like sure, because on June 4, 2007, that's exactly what they did using the very paper work we had signed.

      The other problem was that the courts had also given the business partner the exclusive right to run the website until 2013, plus the right to sell it for our supposed mutual benefits as he saw fit. He saw fit and sold the operating rights for $275, 000 large to the same American company. The American Company therefore ended up owning the whole show. It's really hard to figure that they didn't know exactly what the score was, because they had all the paper work in front of them and aren't stupid although the jury is out on that one. Everybody's basic premise was that Greydie and I were now Old Age paupers with only $1,200.00 a month each to live on. In other words we were chopped liver.     

      I decided to go after Mathew and Stark (shiver, shiver) though the court anyway, thinking the case was too cut and dried to be a problem. This time I dug a full six foot hole. The last an final court hearing was definitely not one of those rare days when everything goes right. The judge opened the hearing with the statement that self litigants aren’t qualified to stand before the bench. And it went downhill faster than a skier on their last day's run from there.

      The end result was that Mathews and Stark (shiver, shiver) got away Scot free. Likewise I can’t go into court now for anything without leave of the court first, and only after posting a hefty six to seven thousand dollar bond up front to boot. And you though your last divorce was awful. This kind of censorship is the very absolute most prejudicial thing a court can impose upon anyone. It was done in my case on the supposed basis that I was a sic, serial litigator against (shiver, shiver) Mathews and Stark, even though this was the first and only time I had ever been in court against them. So what was that if it wasn’t a finger pointing due North.

      Such an injunction is the kind of thing a court only imposes upon a relentless self litigant who constantly comes back to court time and again with a frivolous issue. It's the court room equivalent of a restraining order against a stalker. For comparison, another party, John Turmel, has self litigated in court hundreds of times during the last twenty years over the legal right to use marihuana and has never received such an injunction. The judge also awarded Mathews and Stark $7,500.00 in court costs, even knowing I was completely impecunious. Another highly unprecedented action. To say I got screwed is like saying getting mugged is a party.

      I should have seen it coming though. The law firm of Men and Partners, (something like that) who handled the case for (shiver, shiver) Mathews and Stark were well known around town as a pocket full of tricksters. Where trickster means knowing exactly who to pull favours from when the going gets rough. Mathews and Stark’s (shiver, shiver) lawyers took all the court cases I had issued against the rogue partner, and managed to convince the judge that it was all cases against (shiver shiver) Mathews and Stark, hence sic, I had became a sic serial litigator against them just like that.

      All the judge had to do was look at the court record to see it was all bs. But he didn't. It wasn't that difficult for the lawyers to pull off. The story was all in the judge's bias. He took every word they said as gospel truth without proofs, either because of the shimmering light radiating brightly off their lawyerly robes, or because cigars had been smoked in the backroom. And he didn’t listen to a single word I said with proofs  because I was a hiss, hoark, self litigator, or because cigars hadn’t been smoked in the back room. Either way, you now have a pretty good idea of how a King's Court must have been run in the old days.

      The rogue partner, who was by now back on my side because he thought what (shiver, shiver) Mathews and Stark had done was despicable, and who had been around a courtroom or two in his own right, said afterwards that he had seen or heard of a lot of people getting screwed in court before but had never ever seen anything like this. In fact he swore he saw the envelope going under the Judge's bench. Regrettably, therefore, I have been forced to accept the inevitable fact this dog won't hunt anymore and I’ve thrown in the towel. I've decided to use wholelook.com as the search engine and web portal website I had planned to launch as the restart backbone of Look.com. Ironically enough, it is probably a better domain name for what I have eventually planned. Just not as short.

      The spiritual path taken calls for forgiveness. I can go with that. Besides, don't forget, 'Who laughs last thinks slowest'. Mathews and Stark (shiver, shiver) are no doubt laughing all the way to the bank by now. It’s a pretty good guess that they haven't thought this all the through though. As everyone knows, you can't take it with you through the eye of the needle when the time comes. But how you made it goes straight through. This may well turn out to be the most expensive $575,000 they ever made.

      Besides, it's an ill wind that blows no one any good. I end up with a small silver lining out of all this anyway. The whole saga of the dot com era, and Look.com in particular and all its foibles, has become an integral part of my, er, ahem, seminal book of memoirs, 'The CliffR Project'. The book writes itself. The project is in six parts, all from the hilarious side of life and runs like a TV mini series. The details are now all up as website cliffr.com .

      Plus the obvious, I get to use this whole mal-adventure to help promote both wholelook.com and cliffr.com through the Internet as interesting fanfare, such as this article. The best laid plans of mice and men sometimes often work. Only time will tell.