Remember, I don't give a shit.

I almost missed this letter from our homeboy, Cameron Purdy, representing for the big O. Cami wants to let us know how busy and important he is over at Genius Camp, where everybody is "top-notch."

Cameron, I had forgetten about you and I don't recall ever formally meeting. Do me a favor, if we are going to continue being pen pals, leave my kids out of this. I don't know you, you freak.

And, while you're at it, please address me as Doctor Fleury, and no, that's not my DJ name. I didn't suffer through ten years of differential equations to be talking on a first name basis with some random honky.

Oh wait, I get it. The reference to my family is meant as a put-down, now that I am home with them. No I don't currently miss the glamorous life in the fast lane, as you describe it--jetting around talking to "very important" customers, telling them how "incredibly successful" they are going to be with my software. I used to do that BEFORE I got acquired.

It is touching that you find such fulfillment being some VP's power-point bitch. And you want me to believe it. Do they make you write this shit or do you actually mean it?

Peace off,

marcf