Streaming, Buffering

I have the habit of working through The New Yorker website by opening each article I'd like to read in a new tab, until the tabs at the top of my screen don't have enough space to include any words - which I realized a long time ago I like doing a lot more than reading the actual articles. I guess you could blame this on The New Yorker, the over-expensive-fancy-restaurant-that-if-you'd-only-stop-being-such-a-snob-you'd-realize-tasted-like-piss-compared-to-McDonalds of the writing world, although this rule applies to nearly everything I do on the internet. My "bookmarks bar" works as a procrastination bar that now has over 300 pages saved. I'll be on a page I like, tell myself I need to focus on something else or that my brain is too tired right now for something new and add it to the list to view tomorrow. Which is bullshit, since whenever I do decide to make my way through my bookmarks I start from the top, which means the oldest links. By the time I get to most pages I'm confused why past me thought future (now present) me would be interested in this. How did I even get onto this? I even do this with porn - I probably spend more time masturbating to the main pages of porn sites as I line up tab after tab than I do jerking it to the actual videos. It's because there's just too much - a landfall of blogger posts and news articles and new links to look at, and god forbid I miss any of it. Which I do every second. Reading one article means ignoring the hundreds being posted during your reading, some of them probably better than the one you're reading, and more useful too, but you'll never know most of these pages exist. The internet is everything you don't know expanding second by second; standing in the middle of a rushing stream made out of gold coins and only able to catch what you can carry while the infinite wealth of the world passes you by, and still you don't swim to freedom.