Radio Guide: So, Guglielmo....
Marconi: Oh, thank you for saying it properly. Ever since that search engine hit the scene, everyone's been just calling me Google. What's with that?
Radio Guide: I couldn't say. So, what are your thoughts on Internet Radio?
Marconi: Mama Mia! Does it even remotely resemble electromagnetic waves being transmitted through the air? Does it even fit the definition of "Radio"? It's a bunch of little....uh....packages....
Armstrong: More like packets. Packets of audio. It's like UPS delivering your radio program. It's divided up into, say, a thousand separate packets of sound and they are all delivered one right-after-the-other to your doorstep where you conveniently happen to have your PC. It's the illusion of Radio.
Marconi: Who keeps a PC on a doorstep?
Armstrong: It's just and example, Google.
Marconi: Guglielmo!
Radio Guide: Okay you guys - try and get along. Armstrong, in your opinion: is Internet Radio really "Radio"?
Armstrong: Well, technically that's a big leap. But, then again do you know how many people thought I was nuts when I used to try and explain FM? You can't see it, you can't touch it, but you know the result of it. Internet Radio has a result which you can hear - just like FM...
Marconi: And AM!
Armstrong: Right, Mr. Low Fidelity, so in the end maybe we have to define "Radio" by the end result more than the process.
Marconi: I just want to state for the record if Armstrong were alive today, I would kill him.
Armstrong: Well, lucky for me I'm dead then, right Macaroni?
Marconi: Marconi!
Armstrong: Whatever.
