So upon skimming the following (shortened above) I could help but think that Scott had to be one of those Make-a-Wish-Foundation kids on his death bed, pleading for one Digg front-page story before he croaks from an obscure condition not seen since the time of Moses.
Looking a little more carefully, I realized that this Wulffy dude was having some serious issues - possibly too much methamphetamine coupled with tequila and a book of Olde English (no, not the alcoholic kind - what’s up with the CANNOTs dude?).
The next day, however, I discovered it was neither his love for a dying child nora temporary bender governing this lone Wulff’s actions, but a deeper and more sinister addiction to Digg.com itself … he is clearly sitting at his computer, mindlessly and repetitively trying to Digg something (anything) as soon as the option becomes available. Try again, my friend, try again.
