O'Briographicon: The Wave of the Future
The Biographicon. Have you heard of this thing? It's the Wikipedia for people who would otherwise never make it into Wikipedia, (that's you!). The object of the Biographicon is to give regular, everyday users the chance to edit and create their own biographies with the end goal of getting a bio for everyone on the planet. The set up of the site is such that, at this point, anyone can edit anyone else's biographies. Now, is this good news or bad news? That all depends on how you look at it. On the one hand, it removes some of the elitism that's been plaguing Wikipedia lately, (an elitism, it should be noted, similar to the elitism that made Wikipedia necessary in the first place). On the other hand, by opening the doors to everyone, it's difficult to stop people from viciously attacking the bios of other users for no discernible reason.
But not always.
do belong on their stupid site for jerks, Biographicon will have to do. Finally, I'll have a page that details my whole life history.
I couldn't create a page myself, though, (I'm far too busy and important, of course). So, I enlisted the help of Cracked.com's Head Editor, Jack O'Brien.
Granted, Biographicon has an editor or two that regularly checks to make sure no one is writing anything too awful or inaccurate, and generally these editors have a good eye for spotting false information and, usually, the offending information is soundly deleted.
But not always.
Me personally? I'm kind of into this Biographicon. I mean, I'm famous enough that Tina Fey will drastically change her mind in order to have sex with me, but not quite famous enough to end up in Wikipedia just yet. Until those Wikipedia fat cats realize that I
"Jaquille O'Neil, I think we need to create a Biographicon entry for me. The sexiest fucking entry that stupid site has ever seen." I told him when I entered his office this morning. "Don't call me that." I was going to call him that again, I could just feel it. I paced around his office, shouting out ideas as they came to me. "It's got to be
"It's sick, Dan, really, and it needs to stop. The Mabisms, the threatening letters you've been sending her, everything. Did you seriously get someone to record an anti-Hannah-Montana Heavy Metal song?" I remained silent on the matter, though, if I