Bragging Rights

For the past two weeks, I've been sitting at this meeting that discusses forms and procedures. it is attended by heads of major units of this place i work in. anyway, i wasn't supposed to be the one sitting there, but well, i decided to find out how the group intends to go about reviewing and rehabilitating what needs to be rehabilitated.
ok, first meeting. they were dissecting this one particular form. each one proposed to remove this, add that, change this, re-word that. as each, ahem, proposal was discussed, someone else contradicts. as each idea was launched, someone else opposes. one hour and thirty minutes into the discussion, with every minute detail of the form put under the microscope, the meeting chair clears his throat and declares, "So, in summary, and after looking at the form now, we can say that we didn't really change anything at all." i could honestly say i tried my best to maintain a poker face, but the next supposedly smart person in the room mumbled, "Well maybe we could just change the font?" that did it for me. i muttered a "hmmm..." because i feared that to open my mouth would only prick this laughter bubble inside me and then i'd break into a crazy acrobatic show to celebrate that wonderful afternoon of word-juggling and senseless mumbo-jumbo.
anyway, the group referred to one other form that they seem to regard as their benchmark for all the other forms.
who designed that form?
yours truly.