I have never been interested in polygymy.
Somewhere between Spago and Luis Vutton, intoxicated by the glitz and glamour of C's Palace, I fell under his spell. My actions are not justified but they are understandable. Afterall, he knows exactly what he is doing. He is a Genius. His fruity titillations proved irresistible and....
I invited him home with me.
His name is Jean Francois: JF for short. He's French. And he knows all about photos and archiving and shortcuts and command keys and space-bar tricks. During our conversation, my head was spinning with possibilities.
The respectable part in all of this is that I came clean and admitted it to Mr. Fish. About my invitation. To Mr. Fish's credit, he just laughed and agreed that having a Genius around would be handy. I think Mr. Fish is also secretly tempted by the Apple.
In the end, the Genius declined my invitation. Rude.
However, once I left the magnetic forcefield of Steve Jobs' behemoth, I came to my senses and decided that Mr. Fish and I are perfect. Just the two of us.
Well....the two of us plus Snow Leopard.