I've always wondered how Joey Chestnut practices throughout the year so he can cram 732 hot dogs down and not explode. He seems to break the record every July 4th at Coney Island and we get to watch him on TV, while fighting the gag reflex as he dunks number 52 in water and pushes it down - as the crowd shouts - Go, Joey Go..

I assumed he practices to expand his stomach - an organ that was never intended to make room for a wad of food the size of a Microwave Oven.

I am curious if the average person can do something similar to stretch his attention span beyond a single tweet or the time it takes to scratch one ball and appear started.

I agree with you Sean, and it pisses me off that I have to. Pisses me off that if a bestseller could be distilled down to 50 milligrams of solution and injected directly into the cerebral cortex, that an unGodly amount of people would be standing in line waiting for the shot.

Reading is supposed to be fun. Is supposed to stretch ones' intellect - that thing we use to figure out how to download an App. But instead everyone seems to be looking for ways to get more for less.

So, in the land of micro-aggressions, tweets and flash-fiction - I will listen here, because it makes sense.

Now piss off!