Girls and boys, come out to play,The funding’s easy in the Bay;Leave your job, secure and steadyLive in a hacker loft, when you’re readyCome with a whoop, come with…
Bye, baby funding
VC’s gone a-running,
Founder’s gone a-spinning,
Owl sat down at his desk. “I have realized that intelligence can be simulated, and that it’s time I let the idea of our uniqueness go,” he said with a yawn. “I need to find out how long we have left, before we can build…
Frog and Toad had just arrived at the pick-up site for their $2000-a-head “digital detox” weekend camping trip. They unpacked their brand new tents and put their phones and tablets and Fitbits in the trunk of…
Owl dusted off his corporate blog.
“Tonight, I will shed a few tears in public,” he said.
He pulled out his laptop. “Now,” said Owl, “I will begin.”
Toad fell asleep at his desk, and had a dream.
He was on stage, and he was wearing a suit. Toad looked out into the dark. Frog was sitting in the audience.
The night was cold and dark.
“Listen to the wind howling between the office buildings,” said Frog. “What a fine time for a cautionary tale.”
One morning, Toad stood in front of his team.
“We have many things to do,” he said. “I will write out tickets for all of them, and put them into our ticket system so that we remember to do them.”
Toad made an iOS app.
“This app looks pretty nice,” said Toad.
He set up a Facebook app download ad.
“And look, now people are downloading it,” he said.
