Tech reporters are a very special type of journalist. Specifically, they’re the type that doesn’t work.
First they reported that I’d joined Google+. I’m sorry, that’s too precise. They reported that I may have joined. No one even called my people to check. (Except CNET, but we brushed them off on principle.)
As I accidentally wrote to Robert Scoble (the sloppily engineered Android I was testing skipped past “Rob Reiner”), why are people so surprised that I’d have a Google account?
I’m a human being, not the physical incarnation of the corporation I built from scratch. I sign up for things like everybody else. I have a Twitter account, though I got bored with it pretty fast. And to be honest, I’m already a little tired of my Google+ account.
Of course, I’m not the only one. Plenty of the rest of you got bored enough to add me, as if I was paying any attention. In fact you made me the top user. And I’ll admit, that entertained me for an entire meeting.
The usual gang of webtards are raving that Google+ is like Facebook, except their aunt from Topeka will never show up because when she sees “+1” instead of “Like,” she’ll freak out at the sight of math.
Funny thing, there are more aunts from Topeka in the world than there are webtards. They’re better at clicking the ads, and sometimes they have an idea to tell me that I haven’t already considered and found flawed.
Anyway, I took my account private just to make Larry and the Russian one actually compromise my account to get to the fake patent discussion I’ve planted for them. Now the top user list is a who’s who of people who wish they were me. Call me when I can recognize someone from network television.
But call my iPhone number, because I just threw the Android out a window.