Nobody took the piano. She just can't find the reason to sit down at it anymore, because the reason used to be that it was fun and now there's a better product available in thirty seconds.

I wrote a book about decision fatigue. Then, at the end of a long day, mentally spent, I made a decision to hand off judgment to software and not look at what it produced. I'd like to report that the irony occurred to me before Jana yelled. It did not.

The games didn't create the connection. They're the reason nobody left before it could happen. Without them that night ends when the plates get cleared, around 7:00, everybody says what a nice time they had and drives home.