I suppose you've seen the stories about supposedly
forged documents, and me hiring a criminal lawyer who also represented Frank Quattrone. All I'm gonna say is, Look, I have no idea about any of this options stuff. I am all about the creativity. And I do not want to lose one precious minute of design time worrying about something as crass and meaningless as money. Ask anyone who knows me. I don't care at all about money. I could wipe my butt with hundred-dollar bills and not even care. And yes, I've done that. The butt thing, I mean. Anyhoo. To all my fans and followers, let me just reassure you that the Jobsmeister is in fine shape and sleeping like a baby. And the only thing I'm thinking about is designing gorgeous shiny new products. That, and occasionally, whether it would be possible to just disappear here in Eastern Europe, and how much it would cost to have plastic surgery to change my looks, and hire a body double to go to Macworld and pretend to be me, and whether I could stage my own death and get the CIA to cover my tracks. Okay. I've said too much. Peace out.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
What, me worry?
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Steve, my dear old friend. If your technology can fabricate financial documents, surely it can produce the various documents required to validate a new identity. This is why you fricken' invented desktop publishing, is it not?
Make the final move
Euro exchange rate is poor
Learn to love cabbage
Being less childish and more of a CEO would be great in this difficult time.
You are self-centered and egoist. There are things to be donne here...
fake steve jobs managed to come up with some fake stock options . . . sweet!
Steve, I think it's time you brought in Jerry York again, after all look at the job he's done with Kerkorian, who actually died 3 years ago. At least think about it.
I think you just like that criminal lawyer column because it refers to you as a sex symbol.
Yeah, I noticed they paired the sex symbol reference with the verb "waddled." Heh. That's cold.
and whether I could stage my own death and get the CIA to cover my tracks
I'm sure Ken Lay's people can help with that. Be sure to say hi to him from all of us schmos in California who so greatly enjoyed his rolling blackouts...
...then kick him in the 'nads. Thanks and Happy New Year.
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