perfidy

Not long ago, my friend Sterling got a call from Bill Gates. He was sitting at his desk, pretending to work, when out of the blue the phone rang. Not a normal phone ring, but the theme from Blackadder, because Sterling is just that kind of guy. The kind of guy who not only knows how to reprogram his phone, but does, and choses the theme from Blackadder as his digital mating call.

But anyway, he answers the phone and hears, "Sterling, this is Bill Gates. No, really, its Bill Gates. I want you to come to Seattle and swear undying fealty to me; and in return I will pay you less money to live in a damp, dismal climate far from everything you hold dear."

Sterling hesitated not at all in replying, "Yes, sir! Where do I sign? Do I need to use my own blood for ink? 'Cause I can do that."

Bill chuckled, and said, "I'm not the devil." Sterling wasn't sure, but he might have heard a muttered, "Yet."

"Anyway, pack up your shit and move out here before I call someone else."

With another brisk, but not too obsequious, "Yes, sir!" Sterling signed off and began packing.

Now, deep in the belly of the beast, Sterling spends his time as an acolyte at the main campus of the Cathedral of Bill in Redmond. He has been tasked with proselytizing the infidel, and has called upon me to pass the word. By simply clicking on this link, you can begin the process of being subsumed into the Microsoft collective. And best of all, its free! Sell your soul for free! What kind of bargain is that?

You, too, can learn the eldritch arts that Sterling has sacrificed years of his life and all hope of social graces to gain. You, too, can be a Certified Microsoft Small Business Server Guru. (And remember, it's free.)