Not phased by pictures of Hannah Storm's gas grill injury photos in the least, and yes, I am being cheap riding piggy back on the long troubled Yahoo portal, but I suspect many of us came of age immured to our embarrassed investments in Yahoo plus 30 chat, or threats and counter threats in Monkey backgammon (ew!) If I was most at home anywhere online it was as a league member, and it wasted an enormous amount of time, those tournaments. Never again, and that was my laxity, my shuffling ease of investment in a software and interrelation for losers who have no other life.
For a quick addendum: Not everything about how Yahoo taps the popular tempo is a net negative. Some of the portal site communities are valuable to me, and taught me I am not sterling silver as a group owner, but those who spend a great deal of time online in a fashion not integral to work, like myself, are bound to be disappointed, and I prefer real time social interaction in direct proportion to its decline in the physical space of my existence. Living through a device can be alienating, and we should be cautious about the nature of digital dependence, integration.
The writers of profile procedurals have it pegged correctly, however. Human flesh is not very flammable. Burning to death is not easy, which has led to nefarious admiration and exposure of Inquisition methodology. An Atlantic contributor, whose name I will track down later, provided interesting correspondences between that temporal Roman Catholic power and the enhanced interrogation techniques of the CIA. My interest is not exactly geared toward a liberal apologia.
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