Fincher makes a brave stab at showing the intensity of programming in action (“He’s wired in,” people say to other people to stop them disturbing a third person who sits before a laptop wearing noise-reducing earphones) and there’s a “vodka-shots-and-programming” party in Zuckerberg’s dorm room that gives us some clue of the pleasures.
HA. The whole time during the movie I was thinking, Jesus what does WIRED IN mean? Is that some Thing some other, more intense companies do? Is a timer on on Textmate or something? If they pull out the wire does the screen go black?
I berated myself for days, making mental notes to google it and find out what that meant, to try to remember if I had ever seen someone “wired in.” Had everyone been Wired In at Tumblr this whole time and I didn’t even know it? Am I that oblivious? I’LL NEVER FIT IN.
Then a week or so after, I put my pride aside, and one day at work over lunch I was like YOU GUYS. I HAVE TO ASK. WHAT DOES WIRED IN MEAN?
And everyone was like, “Oh nothing, they made that up.”
