I’ve been kicking around an idea for a short story about a guy who buys everything ever linked from BoingBoing. That means furnishing his house with a TeddyCam Baby Monitor, a Cthulhu hot dog roaster, a clock made out of gears, a lamp that looks like a severely deformed spinal column, and the mother of all wifi-stealing routers. (And that’s just in the last 24 hours.) I wonder how much space you would need to hold all this stuff, and how much money it would cost.
I can’t decide if the main character would buy all of this stuff out of some sort of obsessive-compulsive disorder, or a perceived necessity, or voices in his head telling him to buy, boing, buy, boing, buy. Perhaps they would all be gifts for his lover, who would eventually turn out to be a figment of his imagination. Yes, I like that. “I bought this for you, Rose. I know how much you like hot dogs. It’s hand-carved by the experts at RoastMyWeenie.com. No, really.” Then one day we would catch a glimpse of the room and realize he was just talking to himself. And dressed in a kilt. And typing.
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All I need is the knife rack.
Or maybe a final shot where we pan across his desk and see his driver’s license read, “Cory Doctorow”.
— Jack ![]()
“The first rule of BoingBoing club is …”
Perhaps his lover is real, but has also been purchased through BoingBoing.
That would tie in nicely with my perception of “Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom” — I love the story, but always thought of the backstory as “a world where every Wired cover story has come true”
Well, writing such a story would be a sure way of getting posted on boingboing itself, generating a first order self-reference, which of course would prompt the main character in your book to buy the book, thereby giving boingboing a chance to roll itself in a second order reference (”from a fictional work, perhaps a real work, or a real fictional work, who knows?”). The main character would find himself drawn into the fiction of the real world, again having to buy the book - now a second order work of fiction. Recursion ex Machina…
I’m sorry.
Perhaps also Borges could inspire you further?
Regards.
P
See also Paul Di Filippo’s short story Wikiworld.
Surely you mean wearing goggles and a red cape?
I would paint him as a rich, Bruce Wayne-ish loner who has an entire separate mansion full of Boing Boing monstrosities. Of course, he doesn’t do any real buying because he’s too rich and melancholic. His butler takes care of everything and eventually becomes obsessed with merging with the material, ultimately developing into a Tetsuo style beast. Our rich protagonist will then have to stop the crazed butler at all costs…
— Maki ![]()
Maybe his obsession is the “boingboing” girl in the logo?
— Mike K ![]()
This dude probably eats Flying Spaghetti Monsters for dinner each day.
This sounds like something Philip K Dick would write. Only it needs more drugs. And an android.
— Daniel ![]()
@ patrick mueller: as a fervert boingboingoista i got that kniferack for my boyfriend’s birthday (alright, giving potential weaponry may not be a good idea in general *g*). and i have to say that even though it serves its eyecatcher purpose very well, i am not convinced by the quality of the knifes. there is definitely better merchandize from the cuttlery industry in the market.
for those of you you still opt for form instead of function, there is also a more martial approach to the issue: http://boingboing.net/2006/01/17/knifeblock_shaped_li.html ;)
cheers,
eve
I always wanted to make a porno out of Cory’s hottest sex scene from his novels. It would start out with the couple, fully clothed, embracing. Then the screen would fade to black, and titles would appear saying “vigorous sex ensued.”
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