Scene #1
Mr. Ipsilon is having his speech at the annual IpsilonConf in Wherever. A silent crowd in hanging on his lips.
The first rows of chairs are reserved to some VIPs: the local city government, some big coorp heads and industry leaders.
Most of the other chairs are occupied by fans (”He’s a genius!”). And some others were told to sit there by their chiefs.
Mr. Ipsilon is announcing the final, long awaited, release of “Suffix® 3000″, the latest and greatest in the all-in-one software suites. They have called it “suffix” because he liked the idea of always having the last word in whoever decisions and activities.
He’s describing the features and benefits everyone can gain from his product.
The crowd is happily whispering a lot and he must raise his voice.
Suddenly! A door, back to the crowd, opens. A man, fine dressed but not as elegant, enters the hall and shouts “We got it! We got it! Come on see! We got it!”.
Most of the crowd don’t even hear him, but someone (the unlucky ones, who haven’t found a chair) want to bet on that guy and follow him.
One by one, one at a time, a hundred leaves the hall and goes find out what was all that enthusiasm about. Some of them come back, to call their friends.
It’s a matter of 10 minutes: lot of noise comes from outside the hall. The most fanatics begin to wake up from their praising trance. They see more and more audience leaving the room and some, as the sheeps do, follow them.
The big heads turn to look at the doors left open.
Someone in the crowd shouts to close those f4*?!£g doors.
Then it happens: Mr. Ipsilon has to interrupt his speech.
Big mistake Mr. Ipsilon! You were told at the marketing master!! “Don’t let them control the conversation!“. Ahh, noo Mr Ipsilon! Look! The big heads are standing up! What?! Where are they going? Lackey! Go to close those f4*?!£g doors immediately!
And can someone please tell me what’s this f4*?!£g OpenOffice about?