What a way to spend a day. While I'm at home, rebuilding my tiny-little-of-no-consequence-to-anyone-but-me web site, I'm watching the Silicon Valley elite turn on each other like the sharks they've always been. And yes, I'm laughing my ass off.
The color commenters seem to fall into three camps: first there are the fan boys, those who worship the money and the men who dispense it, regardless. These are the folks who think that cursing and listening to hip hop qualifies as gangsta. (And oh my god, who says "gangsta" anymore? Send that back to 2002. Take it back to the same guy who sold you "playa.") Next up are those who were burned by the evil moneymen. Bitter and ready for blog vengeance, they are thrilled to jump on the burning bandwagon with their now-worthless convertible pitchforks. Lastly we have the VCs themselves, protesting too much.
Squeezed in the middle like so much plankton are the hard-working saps trying to spin straw into gold: the entrepreneurs. For $500K they gave up 60%, their first born and, er, special favors.
For those of you who might be late to this party, here's recap, in chronological order. I think:
Scene 1: If only they'd bought him a drink, things might have been different:
Scene 2: Oops, did I tweet that aloud?
Scene 3. Fuck you motherfucker
Scene 4. You all suck. I don't suck. And I hate you
Scene 5: The movie
Who said this wasn't high school?