Tell me if this sounds familiar. There’s this thing in the middle of the room, and it’s growing. In fact, it’s consuming everything in sight. First it’s the size of a beaver, then of a Doberman Pinscher, and finally the size of a Volkswagen. And there’s this nervous, nerdy, nebbishy little guy who keeps feeding it. He knows it’s wrong to feed the thing but he does it anyway, because it is making him famous and popular and if he doesn’t keep feeding it, he won’t be famous and popular any more. [Read more...]