The—what is it that Merlin Mann calls him, the Webcock?—is quickly mutating on our internet. No longer is he simply knocking on the doors of the internet, askin

The—what is it that Merlin Mann calls him, the Webcock?—is quickly mutating on our internet. No longer is he simply knocking on the doors of the internet, asking for 30 seconds of your time. Now he does this. He writes a long, mildly controversial blog post as an opinion piece, disagreeing with someone else on the basis of well-traveled platitudes like worth and eyeballs and valuations—you know, the things that only professional-marketing-consultants-cum-bloggers-cum-entrepreneurs ever, EVER talk about—but every inch of his fucking copy is riddled with self-serving spam like that. He's the grown-up version of the Techcrunch commenter who says 'It's very interesting. I am glad that you wrote about this. I have also made a web app using SMS perhaps you would find it interesting kill kill kill kill kill kill' Nothing invalidates an opinion faster than a plug.