The Secret Diary of Steve Jobs
The funniest blog of them all closed its doors earlier this week is back. Fake Steve Jobs opened a new genre of online humor, crossed the line so many times I had to wonder if there was ever a line in the first place, and gave us new words like “frigtard.”
“Well my friggin lawyers are advising me that I will have to shut down this scandalous old blog. Details not worth going into here. Someday I’ll be able to explain. Maybe I’ll write a book or something. Maybe a really beautiful e-Book that you can carry in your pocket and which will be sleek and elegant and shiny, with rounded corners and an extremely hi-res touch screen and only one button. Anyhoo, I’ve really enjoyed having this naked conversation with you, and I hope I’ve managed to restore a sense of childlike wonder to your life.”
The string of sad comments on the final post say it all — this was, for many people, their best source of Silicon Valley news.
[update: and now is back again, the second time FSJ has started, stopped, and started again]
one FSJ t shirt this morning at Demo on smoe guy seated opposite Jean Louis GAsse. Poetic justice au naturale.
I join other frigtards in saying “oh reservoir” to Fake Steve.
Jim
Did the shirt say: “I invented the iPod. Have you heard of it?”
Avocadoes arrived Juan. You rule.
Yes my Google reader will not be the same. My stomach still hurts from his post on going to South America with Sting to take some diarrhea-inducing hallucinogen and “spooning with Sting and listening to his sobs.”
As I said in my comment on FSJ, I waited for updates from FSJ like a kid on Christmas morning. I think a “Free FSJ” protest shirt is in order.