Less than an hour ago, I just lost about two weeks' worth of work, research and curation.
God. What' with me and procrastination, my lazy-fellow-fattied-friend? I just needed to listen to one more song by
Neon Indian, didn't I? Then my browser crashed.
Ah. I still have more than a year's worth of stuff in my backlog, so I'm guessing a week's worth of bloglog (which, roughly, equates to about 10 x 16 x 10 x 2 x 5 = wait? before the 5 came in, was that 3,200? I trawl through 3,200 separate links, articles, pictures, videos, theses, and random asides in a given week? No wonder I hate the internet so much. It's like I've given myself another job to do.) isn't too much of a waste.
Perhaps I'm the waste? My mind isn't readily capable to process this much information.
(And that's also the mayhaps reason why my foray into learning to speak fluent Japanese / Portuguese has been delayed by at least four years.)
Incorrigible? That's the word, I guess. Incorrigible, indomitable, miserly, abhorrant people.
People who passively-force their guests to stand and meander around like cattle for hours on end without rest. Snobs.