Spring 2009- The new president faces a crisis...
[[Man is talking to an unseen Mr. President, who is sitting behind a desk.]]
Man: Mr. President, the bloggers are restless
Mr. President: What are they a-twitter about now?
Man: It's the tubes sir. They're clogged. We put too much stuff on them.
Mr. President: How bad is it?
Man: The internet could be inoperative within days.
Man: We can't let a crucial resource go unshepherded.
Mr. President: Go on.
Man: I recommend you appoint a Secretary of the Internet. Someone to impose some orders on this mess.
Mr. President: Ordering bloggers around? Doesn't sound easy.
Man: No; it's like herding lolcats.
Mr. President: What?
Man: Nothing.
Mr. President: Do you have someone in mind for the post?
Man: I know just the guy.
Soon:
Phone: <<Ring>>
[[Man-with-hat looks away from his computer at the ringing phone]]
{{Alt-Text: The blueprints for the Department of the Internet offices call for Ceiling cat-themed sprinkler heads.}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.