Filler Friday: The Big Plan
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In case you have not noticed, our little 'zine here is an increasingly rare thing: a completely independent, non-commercial, web site, done purely out of love.
We don't have bright, flashing, banner-ads polluting the pristine visual splendor of our site. Obviously, we're not trying to make money. We don't want your dirty, V.C. funding. We're not selling uber-branded t-shirts and mugs. We don't want your dirty money at all.
We started uber.nu with a vision.
A dream really. A beautiful, simple dream.
For us, it's not about the money. It's not about the fame. It's not about the book deals. It's not about the screaming fans.
We're lying.
It is about all those things. In fact, that is all this is about. A wise man once said, "It's all about the benjamins, baby," and he was right.
Like all good webzines, we want to be like Suck when we grow up. We want to sell out.
We want book deals, we want stock options, we want limousine service to our exclusive highrise offices, we want fresh flowers in our dressing rooms, we want branded merchandise - including a talking benbrown doll with rockstar pants. We want book deals, we want movie adaptations of our books, and we want terrible cartoon adaptations of our movies. We want your dirty money.
So, to clairfy, we offer the following graphical summary:
Adam Mathes didn't have a tagline on this one