Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The Treasure of the Social Madre

Mini Review:
Eric Schmidt and Mark Zuckerberg meet up with grizzled prospector Scott McNealy and decide to join with him in search of gold in the wilds of the Internet. Through enormous difficulties, they eventually succeed in finding gold, but nyms, bloggers, and most especially greed threaten to turn their success into disaster.


McNealy: Aye, me old gaffer was a People Miner in Ought Eleven; struck a rich vein in the MySpace Mountains but the Company jumped his claim...

Urchin: Mister, what does it mean when a company cashes out?
Schmidt: *sweat drop* *grimace*

Nym: ID? We ain't got no IDs. We don't need no IDs. I don't have to show you any stinking ID.

Schmidt: You talk about that data like it was real people.

Zuckerberg: Conscience. What a thing. If you believe you got a conscience it'll pester you to death. But if you don't believe you got one, what could it do t'ya? Makes me sick, all this talking and fussing about nonsense.

Schmidt: I think I'll go to sleep and dream about piles of data getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

Zuckerberg: Do you believe that stuff the old man was saying the other night at the Marketing Conference about data changin' a man's soul so's he ain't the same sort of man as he was before findin' it?




Wizzy Gynoid said...

/me is camping out overnight so as to be first in line.

Dividni Shostakovich said...

Where's the Man With No Name when we need him? Oh ... right ... he's a nym ....

Anonymous said...

yep, book me two tickets please

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