It would be wrong to get angry at people of an elderly persuasion for not understanding the internet. We live in a world of backslashed sarcasm, "blogs" and message boards/comment sections that allow for, *gasp*, freedom of speech. There's no need for them to embrace it unless they want to. But when an elderly man like Corky Simpson decides to all-out attack the interwebs, well, that's a whole different ballgame.
"It doesn't bother me," Simpson told me, "because, one, I'm too old, and my skin is too thick, and I'm a stubborn old mule from Missouri. I think of the literature on the Internet in the same way that I think of the literature on the walls of public bathrooms. With the exception that the literature on the walls of public bathrooms is a little higher class."Sigh. See, the thing is that Corky already "forgot" (read: purposely left off) Ricky Henderson when voting for the Hall of Fame. And his subsequent back-pedaling on the issue kind of tends to devalue the whole "stubborn old mule" persona.
[...]"The Internet is like a sewer. It's very necessary, but you wouldn't want to spend a lot of time there."
Also detrimental to his case: my grandfather owns a computer, sir, and uses it frequently. The "crazy old man who won't touch technology" ship sailed a few years ago. That doesn't mean we can't all point and laugh as Corky drifts aimlessly into his twilight though.
By the by, how much would you pay to have someone try and explain how Google crawls a site to Corky? I, for one, would absolutely cough up a couple hundred to hear him scream "Where the hell do they get all these spiders?!?" provided I was guaranteed at least one "Get off my lawn!" rant as well.
