On news.ycombinator.com, somebody posted this this startup for review: Much Closer.
And so: Andrew Yates’s Official Review of MuchCloser.com, colon, Narrative.
John firmly shut and bolted the door to his studio apartment. It had been a long day, but his project had made some tangible progress.
John switched on the PC and, standing there a moment, dropped his coat. Did it seem like Windows was taking forever? Must be time for a reinstall… maybe this weekend. Quickly, John popped a frozen dinner into the microwave. It was optimal to let the microwave run while he waited. Watch the scroll run left to right to right to right…
John liked being efficient.
The perfect internet configuration sprung to life on screen as if prompted by that familiar, slumped release into the desk chair. It felt like home. Yet another meandering night of technical news and internet pornography. It was so, So … hmm … oh, ? .. click. … .
BUT WAIT! SUDDENLY MUCHCLOSER.COM APPEARS ON THE SCREEN!
SWEET MOTHER HOLY FUCK FUCK THIS I HAVE TO GO OUT TO THE BAR! John snatches his laptop (carefully pre-screened to muchcloser.com, of course) and dashes out!
wait. John forgot his wallet in his coat. Sigh… which key is this? God damn it…
Wait, should I wear the coat? It’s not that cold, but it might be, but I’m not sure if I want to take this with me all night. Well, I guess I could always check it… yah… wait! do I have cash? Uh… no, better grab some quarters… … uh … Ok, mental note: get quarters at Safeway… Wait, I can just stop at Wells Fargo on the way, sort of, ok, mental note: go to ATM. Isn’t it like… it’s like 15% to get cash from the fucking bar ATM right… but then, it’s $3 dollars to buy a beer at the bar, so it’s not that big of a deal
SWEET MOTHER HOLY FUCK I HAVE TO GO!
And John goes to the bar. And John plugs in his laptop and fires up muchcloser.com, setting it carefully on the black perforated foam mat on the end of the bar as to avoid unnecessary electrical risk. And John chats up the ladies. And the ladies chat up John! And John suddenly is wearing a stripe-y shirt! And suddenly, all the dudes are wearing stripe-y shirts! And all the ladies want to dance! And the ladies think John is super hawt in his stripe-y shirt and want to dance! And John is a super great dancer so he fucking fucks every girl in the bar in his super stripe-y shirt! And all the stripe-y shirt dudes are actually pretty sweet except that one douche who tries to fight but doesn’t because John is like “I know martial arts and I will fight you all right now but yah right I’m busy so pff” and they all line up to give John high fives and start fights! And John is like
“FUCK YES FINALLY ALL MY EFFORTS LOGGING AND SORTING MY PERSONAL SOCIAL DATA ON MUCHCLOSER.COM HAS PAID OFF AND I WILL NEVER HAVE TO MASTURBATE TO INTERNET PORNOGRAPHY EVER AGAIN I AM A GOD!”
So after a huge night out on the town (and everyone is like: hi John! And John is like, wait a sec, and half-opens his laptop in the cradle of his arm and tries to quickly navigate muchcloser.com with that crappy little clit mouse but that’s hard! because the laptop is hard to balance and where is this guy on the list and jeez just wait a sec oh right your name is Hey, Rich!), John walks into a Denny’s where John Doerr, who was recently hired by Sequoia, hands John a dufflebag of cash to buy MuchCloser.com.
Ding! dinner’s ready!