Holy cow, I wrote a book!
Every so often,
somebody will spam all the Microsoft blogs with a survey
or a plea for a job or some other boilerplate message.
Don't think you're fooling anyone.
It's not like each blogger lives in a separate world and
never talks to anyone else.
In reality, we exchange information quite freely
and even occasionally get together—usually under the aegis of our
overworked leader Betsy—for an
lubricated with beer).
Which reminds me: That April get-together was held at
and at some point during the evening, I excused myself
and went into the main part of the pub.
I headed for what appeared to be a promising hallway,
but which instead was merely a large wall covered in
I scanned the wall for a few seconds,
then someone walking past said to me,
"It's over there, through that room, on your left."
I found it intriguing that the gentleman knew exactly what
I was looking for based on the fact that I was staring
at a wall at the edge of a bar near the kitchen entrance.