Here’s our plan as it stands right now. We let Bill go out first and take his seat on the stage with Goatberg. We let them sit there for a couple minutes, looking uncomfortable, wondering what happened to Steve. We make everyone wait. We get them good and restless. Then we knock down the lights and cue the music — Led Zeppelin’s “Immigrant Song” comes blasting out of the speakers, a spotlight hits the door which swings open and I come striding in carrying a huge sword and looking like Viggo Mortensen as Aragorn. Wicked, right?

Either that or Bill and I will just take the stage together at the same time and exchange pleasantries and have a polite, humdrum conversation in which we don’t say anything mean about each other. That, just FYI, is what the Microsoft camp has been proposing ever since they read my last post about the big debate.