In the past two weeks, my former employer’s chief technologist accepted a job offer in Boulder and three members of the senior sales staff resigned (I am still firmly entrenched in the data slaughterhouse gossip circle). I shared anger, pain, jokes, laughs and bourbon with all four of these individuals and am happy to see them make it over the wall. A message to all my people still trapped on the inside: The owl hoots at night. The fat man is dancing with the briefcase. The bell tolls for thee. Vive la Resistance!
No really, it ain’t so bad here… It’s still good. Yeah, we’re fine… Really.
That is what Bush said the week before he fired Rumsfeld.
“When watching Virginia Slims tennis, I always bet against the heterosexual.”