The Fredösphere

THE FREDÖSPHERE is seated in a crowded network.  We see him only in semi-back view, a broad and powerful back.  With him are the press agent MANNY and an attractive, if fatuous GIRL.

THE FREDÖSPHERE

Manny, what exactly are the unseen gifs of this lovely thing you manage?

MANNY

Well, she blogs a little...you know, blogs....

GIRL

Manny's faith in me is simply awe-inspiring, Mr. Fredösphere.  Actually, I'm still studying, but -

MANNY

She's a great talent.  And we figured a mention in the Fredösphere -

GIRL

Just a little link -

REVERSE ANGLE

THE FREDÖSPHERE'S face appears to be contorted with sarcastic malice, but it's hard to be sure due to billows of cigarette smoke.

THE FREDÖSPHERE

Oh, and one mention in my blog is all you need to shoot straight to the top of the search engines?

MANNY

You are the most powerful man in the blogosphere, after all.

THE FREDÖSPHERE

Darn right, I'm powerful.  Even my bathrobe has sholder pads.  Huge ones.  I have to turn sideways to walk through a doorway.  But I know what you're trying to do - your plan.

GIRL

Me?  I mean "I"?  Are you kidding, Mr. Fredösphere, sir?  With my Jersey City Brains?

THE FREDÖSPHERE

The brains may be Jersey City, but the software is Moveable Type!  I link to you, suddenly you're the spider at the center of the blogging web.  The black widow herself!  Then you give me nothing, no links back to me, no hat-tip.  And my blog ends up with pictures of my family at Disney World and a list of what I eat for breakfast each morning!   No thank you!  You're dead - get yourself buried!

Shamefaced, MANNY and the GIRL shuffle out.

THE FREDÖSPHERE

I love this dirty internet!