In short: Constantly adding incremental upgrades to the efficiency and “usability” of web-based apps ensure a worrying lack of focus on big-scale, significant progress.
Even shorter, distractingly diffuse and with grain of allegory: Walking prevents us from running.
I want my wank back, “Yahoo”.
[...] Speaking of self-abuse, a post over at Schadenfreude got me wondering about whether we need a rough unit for estimating time in the same way that the size of Wales is often used as a rough unit for estimating area; could we, perhaps, adopt the wank as a measurement of time? If ever I have to give a rough estimate of the time it took to do something, I usually arrive at a vague figure like “thirty-five, forty minutes” or whatever (for some reason I’m incapable of rounding to the nearest fifteen minutes like most normal people), but using a precise measurement in such an imprecise way feels wrong to me. Instead, maybe a wank could be the name given to roughly five minutes; therefore, it didn’t take me “thirty-five, forty minutes” to drive across town the other day, but “seven or eight wanks” (or maybe “seven or eight knuckles” in polite company). [...]
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