Do you want Google running your TV?

Despite its best efforts, Google is coming to be seen as evil.
Written by Dana Blankenhorn, Inactive

Quoting The Wall Street Journal, my friends at ZDNert say Google has lined up Dish Network to put its search on a set-top box.

It's setting the stage for future viewing habits, they say. It's convergence, they say. It's Android-powered, they say.

It's a nonsense, I say.

Look, I didn't want one company running my life in the 1990s when that company was Microsoft. Nor in the 1980s when it was the phone company. Nor in the 1970s when that company was IBM. (Spoiler alert. HAL in 2001 was a thinly-veiled IBM. And Soylent Green is people.)

The point is that Google is about to start getting some serious pushback. It's in the nature of the beast. I detected that at a recent trade show, HIMSS, where I overheard one attendee complaining that the only reason Google wanted you to place your health data with them was so they could re-sell it.

Despite its best efforts, Google is coming to be seen as evil.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. You can think of it as antitrust in action, with no need to call in a lawyer.  Americans are suspicious of anyone with great power. We recoil from it. Even when it's wearing a smiley face. (I'm looking at you, WalMart.)

I want my computer to be my computer and my TV to be my TV. We have been telling the tech industry this for 20 years now. And still we have computer companies wanting to be all things to all people. I don't want all things from one people. Maybe we're just old-fashioned that way.

True, I am watching more TV files on my computer. Hulu and YouTube are starting to replace the remote for many people I know. Just as Google News and MSNBC have replaced the paper dropping on their lawn and getting chewed up by the dog.

But what happens in those cases is people just dump their TV. They hear about the Oscars and the Super Bowl later, or go to someone else's party. (The Hurt Locker? You can't be serious!)

I don't want Google in my TV. One of my kids doesn't even want TV. (Can you imagine, red-blooded American kid refuses to watch TV.)

When I want you, Google, I'll call for you. Just understand who is the servant and who the master in this relationship. And my name is Dana, not Dave. No, I don't want the pod bay doors opened. No, I don't want to go outside. Hey-y-y-y-y-y!

This post was originally published on Smartplanet.com

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