Memories Of An Internet Less Cluttered With Crap
During SXSWi, I was pleased to meet several employees of Blogger -- newskool employees that got hired after, you know, the founders got canned. They fed me free drinks and chatted, and they all seemed like very nice people.
(Side note to Biz -- I'll eventually get around to calling you an idiot for that piece you wrote, but for now, you're a very nice fellow and I had a lovely time talking to you!)
I still think their product ruined the internet, but that's a subject for 2 years ago. I have long since lost that battle.
So over a pint glass of gin and tonic, Jason Shellen brought up the fact that, after Deepleap (the company I cofounded) went the way of the dinosaurs, Blogger bought all of our hardware. We had three or four really nice servers that we had put together, and as our company had $0 to its name, we sold them to our friends in San Francisco.
At the time, I was a) young b) bitter and c) mischevious. I was very sad to see my darling servers go to a company that was not my own, and so, while I was deleting our files and packing them up, I opened up each case and gently placed my genitals on the hard drives.
So when Jason told me that Blogspot was now running happily on the Deepleap servers, I realized two things.
1. Google owns a miniscule amount of my DNA.
2. Every Blogspot site has had my nuts on it.
My homework assignment to you, bloggers of the world, is to picture that every time you go in to post about your goddamned doormat.
(PS I am so mature!)
(Side note to Biz -- I'll eventually get around to calling you an idiot for that piece you wrote, but for now, you're a very nice fellow and I had a lovely time talking to you!)
I still think their product ruined the internet, but that's a subject for 2 years ago. I have long since lost that battle.
So over a pint glass of gin and tonic, Jason Shellen brought up the fact that, after Deepleap (the company I cofounded) went the way of the dinosaurs, Blogger bought all of our hardware. We had three or four really nice servers that we had put together, and as our company had $0 to its name, we sold them to our friends in San Francisco.
At the time, I was a) young b) bitter and c) mischevious. I was very sad to see my darling servers go to a company that was not my own, and so, while I was deleting our files and packing them up, I opened up each case and gently placed my genitals on the hard drives.
So when Jason told me that Blogspot was now running happily on the Deepleap servers, I realized two things.
1. Google owns a miniscule amount of my DNA.
2. Every Blogspot site has had my nuts on it.
My homework assignment to you, bloggers of the world, is to picture that every time you go in to post about your goddamned doormat.
(PS I am so mature!)
