Let’s examine your post (BTW, I deleted your curses, I don’t think they’re needed to maintain your “points.”)

Anyhow… The Geek Factory was profitable from day one, when I started it in my apartment. It had to be, I didn’t have a choice – I had no outside funding, and sorry to burst your bubble, mom and dad never helped. Wait, that’s not true – They bought me a really expensive bottle of champagne when I moved into my first office. Drat – you got me there.

Why is the Geek Factory down to just me? Mostly because I was tired of managing people – it wasn’t fun anymore. So I sold the clients and the staff, and kept the name. Did rather well from it, too.

Now… Regarding your “get a life” comment, curiouser and curiouser – you post without telling anyone who you are, you post under an anonymous handle, because you lack the courage of even the most desperate and pathetic man on the street. You hide behind the web. And that’s fine – You need to – I understand. It’s difficult to not have courage – to sit in silence, wondering how your life wound up the way it is, as you post from Bedford, NY, wondering why you couldn’t make it in the big city – why some people could, and apparently with ease, on their own, make it, survive, and even thrive! But not you – You couldn’t handle it. I understand that must hurt – so I understand where the anger and hopelessness in your above comment comes from. Which is yet another reason why I didn’t delete it.

Good luck to you… Unfortunately, it sounds like you need it.

Oh wait, I forgot, there is no payroll at the Geek Factory, it’s down to just you, you ***hole.

Get a life you creep. You and BL deserve each other.

Now who’s hating?

And if JP (as you affectionately refer to him) isn’t a blogger, what is he, exactly? A tax attorney? A geologist? He blogs. That makes him a blogger.

I can’t stand Ginger. (You know the kind that comes with Sushi.) Just thought i’d add that, since you talked about what you can’t stand.

And I’ll get it out now: I don’t hate JP. I don’t know him well enough to hate him. He amuses me, occasionally he even has a decent interview with someone in the industry. But I don’t hate him. Life’s too short.