Last night I took Patrick to the Crunchies, where we sat in the last row. Definitely the highlight of the show was when Apple won a Crunchie for the iPhone. Problem was that Mike Arrington doesn’t have any pull at Apple — they refused to send anyone to pick up the award.
So, who picked up the award? Fake Steve Jobs, of course, only he did it through a video. Beware of the language, if you’re going to play that around the kiddies this morning.
Oh, after the Crunchies? Mark Zuckerberg, founder/CEO of Facebook, came over and we had a really nice chat.
Scobleizer 
“sorry I couldn’t show up in person…you’ll probably get some big names anyway…scoble will show up…scoble will show up for anything, he’d show up for a burger king opening.”
God I love that video. 🙂
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“sorry I couldn’t show up in person…you’ll probably get some big names anyway…scoble will show up…scoble will show up for anything, he’d show up for a burger king opening.”
God I love that video. 🙂
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FSJ = LOL.
I want FSJ to host the next Macworld. Even if he does resemble John Hodgman more than RSJ.
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FSJ = LOL.
I want FSJ to host the next Macworld. Even if he does resemble John Hodgman more than RSJ.
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michael: if he said “In-n-Out” opening, he’d actually be accurate! 🙂
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michael: if he said “In-n-Out” opening, he’d actually be accurate! 🙂
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I posted a negative comment on the video. I think FSJ has jumped the shark. Some shill threatened me and wants me to take it down. It’s on my blog. It’s funny. I hope the guy writes back.
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I posted a negative comment on the video. I think FSJ has jumped the shark. Some shill threatened me and wants me to take it down. It’s on my blog. It’s funny. I hope the guy writes back.
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I agree with Tom to be honest. The initial appeal of FSJ was that you did not know who he was. You just presumed in a sense, that it was Steve.
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I agree with Tom to be honest. The initial appeal of FSJ was that you did not know who he was. You just presumed in a sense, that it was Steve.
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I linked to this blog post just, and mentioned michael’s opinion, because I like the diversity of opinion.
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I linked to this blog post just, and mentioned michael’s opinion, because I like the diversity of opinion.
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The initial appeal of FSJ was that you did not know who he was.
The initial appeal of FSJ was that he was a damn funny writer. The question of who he really was merely added a soupçon of drama.
Saying he isn’t funny because you know he isn’t really Steve Jobs is like saying Christmas sucks because you just found out there is no Santa Claus.
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The initial appeal of FSJ was that you did not know who he was.
The initial appeal of FSJ was that he was a damn funny writer. The question of who he really was merely added a soupçon of drama.
Saying he isn’t funny because you know he isn’t really Steve Jobs is like saying Christmas sucks because you just found out there is no Santa Claus.
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What? There’s no Santa Claus? Crap!
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What? There’s no Santa Claus? Crap!
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@Karin, nice of you to ignore the second half of the post. You “presumed” it was SJ because it was so believable.
And the Xmas analogy is a good one. The *magic* is lost as a child when you realise its your parents…
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@Karin, nice of you to ignore the second half of the post. You “presumed” it was SJ because it was so believable.
And the Xmas analogy is a good one. The *magic* is lost as a child when you realise its your parents…
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Wills, I “ignored the second half of the post” because I didn’t believe it. 🙂 I didn’t believe FSJ was ever RSJ. I think by the time I started reading FSJ, the Internets were pretty thick with rumors about who the “real” author might be, so I guess my starting assumption was that it wasn’t Real Steve Jobs.
Likewise, I spent my early childhood years in an apartment and didn’t buy into the “Santa Claus coming down the chimney” thing so much because we didn’t have a chimney. The building did have an incinerator chute, of the type now illegal to operate in New York, but any toddler could intutively work out the physics behind the proposition of a 300-pound obese man squeezing into a soot-clogged, flame-belching shaft only two feet wide, whilst schlepping sufficient presents for the inhabitants of approximately 120+ units, to obtain what might be called, a modicum of doubt.
As I got older, I found — like the Grinch — that the “magic” of Christmas wasn’t lost, it had merely changed forms. Perhaps it takes the form of an anonymous good deed, long-overdue church attendance, or the taste of a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day. Perhaps, ironically, it is the vicarious pleasure one takes from a child enjoying a toy you’ve given them.
And so you may also find the “magic” of Fake Steve Jobs is not lost, that the joke can be just as funny when you are in on it, that pretending is not a toy to be put away at childhood’s end.
I honor the place where the humor of Fake Steve Jobs and your childlike sense of wonder become one. Namaste.
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Wills, I “ignored the second half of the post” because I didn’t believe it. 🙂 I didn’t believe FSJ was ever RSJ. I think by the time I started reading FSJ, the Internets were pretty thick with rumors about who the “real” author might be, so I guess my starting assumption was that it wasn’t Real Steve Jobs.
Likewise, I spent my early childhood years in an apartment and didn’t buy into the “Santa Claus coming down the chimney” thing so much because we didn’t have a chimney. The building did have an incinerator chute, of the type now illegal to operate in New York, but any toddler could intutively work out the physics behind the proposition of a 300-pound obese man squeezing into a soot-clogged, flame-belching shaft only two feet wide, whilst schlepping sufficient presents for the inhabitants of approximately 120+ units, to obtain what might be called, a modicum of doubt.
As I got older, I found — like the Grinch — that the “magic” of Christmas wasn’t lost, it had merely changed forms. Perhaps it takes the form of an anonymous good deed, long-overdue church attendance, or the taste of a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day. Perhaps, ironically, it is the vicarious pleasure one takes from a child enjoying a toy you’ve given them.
And so you may also find the “magic” of Fake Steve Jobs is not lost, that the joke can be just as funny when you are in on it, that pretending is not a toy to be put away at childhood’s end.
I honor the place where the humor of Fake Steve Jobs and your childlike sense of wonder become one. Namaste.
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