Remember high school, when someone's parents were out of town and everyone found out they were having a party? When the kids from the wrong high school showed up with their tough-guy friends, things got ugly and the house got trashed.
Well, Lee Lefever is opening his house for a tech geek party Thursday prior to the Gnomedex conference in Seattle, and he's advertising it on his blog.
I can see it now. Word gets around fast. The Gnomedex geeks stake out a spot on the patio where the Wifi connection is best, but soon some LiveJournal bloggers show up and start threatening to take embarrassing cameraphone photos. Things will get out of hand when Robert Scoble and his Microsoft development team show up. They start hacking people's PDAs and bluetooth devices, replacing all operating systems with Windows and replacing all iTunes songs with Pearl Jam songs and "Hail to the Chief," performed on the sousaphone.
Things go totally crazy when Dave Winer forces everyone to drink the blogging Kool-Aid.
In tears, Lee will phone the police, only to find his call has been rerouted to a Microsoft help desk. "The Microsoft guys are revolting!" Lee shouts in the phone, and the sinister voice on the line says, "Yes, aren't we?"
It's a tragic story of a party that gets out of hand. Don't let this happen to you, Lee!
Technorati tags: Robert Scoble, Gnomedex, geeks
Funny Eric. Funny also that you mentioned the high school thing. I used to have somewhat raging parties when my parents were out of town. Word would get out at a football game or something and the next thing I know, things end up similar to what you posted (with much less geekiness). Broken things, bad attitudes, etc. All in good fun. :)
Posted by: Lee LeFever | June 21, 2005 at 11:32 PM
Glad you liked it, Lee. My house was a party house, too, but I managed to avoid having anyone put their fist through a wall (perhaps because our house had half-inch cedar panelling instead of drywall). Don't let Scoble near your Blackberry!
Posted by: Eric Eggertson | June 22, 2005 at 01:14 AM