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Hey Steve?

I guess calling me a syphilitic fuckwit spares you from having to deal with the facts I laid out in my ragging on Notes. Or maybe it lets you, for the moment, forget the pain you inflict on yourself on a daily basis.

But then again, what else can you expect? The poor bastard not only has to use notes, but actually has to defend that festering pile of human-hating shit disguised as a usable application. I mean, when you've had your head that far up IBM/Lotus's ass for that long, I imagine that you'll do anything to distract yourself from the fact that no matter how clever you imagine yourself at the end of the day...you still have to use, and act like you love, Lotus Notes.

There is nothing I could do, even with a taser, a cheese grater, and a bag of sea salt, to even come close to the levels of pain that poor bastard inflicts on himself. I mean, what could I possibly do to come close to the level of psychological and emotional trauma that makes you think you actually like Lotus Notes.

Seriously, it sucks so bad, IBM won't even let it have the good branding. It's not "IBM Notes", it's "Lotus Notes". IBM has bought a lot of shit over the years, and it eventually gets the IBM brand. But not Notes. Fuck no, keep that shit out in the servant quarters, don't let it NEAR the big house.

So again, in the end, I only feel pity for Steve. I guess it's like what residents of Hanoi felt when they heard the screams from the Hanoi Hilton during the Vietnam War. You just feel bad, only unlike those poor bastards, Steve does that to himself...all day, every day.

By now, I bet he could smile and sing a happy song if you skinned him alive.

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