Ankle

Oh yeah, my ankle kinda works again. I can play basketball fine, though my ankle tends to tighten up during the night after. I actually played some decent ball last night, but it was half court against some lesser skilled people. I need to work on my stamina so I can run full court and still hit my J. Oh, and grow like 40 pounds heavier and 5 inches taller.

I Did It For Us

Seriously, I steal everything.

I bought a bunch of wine from Esquin today. That was pretty fun. I also learned that leaving work early is a good way to do less work. I am very excited about not working all of next week. There is a good chance that I will squander all of that week making sure that my couch and bed have high comfort stamina.

Don't Let the Door Hit You on the Ass on the Way Out

Because I don't want ass prints on my door.

I am really excited that Jim Allchin is leaving. He adds no value. He is actually a value subtractor. If Jim starting explaining to me that a computer is a magical thinking machine sent to us from the future, I wouldn't doubt for a second that Jim was sincere in that belief. Oh, and the other execs who have left (Valentine, Flessner, etc.) aren't really any better. Valentine actually threatened me once while we were playing basketball. This is an odd thing for a little troll man to do on a basketball court. I think if Valentine actually wanted to fight me I'd just lay there and let him hit me just to see him have a heart attack about 1 minute in.

Robbie Bach is giving a presentation on Friday, Nov 17th. I want to go and ask him how he and his executive staff are held accoutable for the monetary success of their division. Them dudes are bitches.