from an ancient edition of my little Time Magazine (or whatever it's called):
Patricia Wallace, a techno-psychologist who directs the Johns Hopkins Center for Kids Who Can't Read Good [I mean, Center for Talented Youth program], believes part of the allure of e-mail--for adults as well as teens--is similar to that of a slot machine. "You have intermittent, variable reinforcement," she explains. "You are not sure you are going to get a reward every time or how often you will, so you keep pulling that handle. Why else do people get up in the middle of the night to check their e-mail?"
...I suppose it's for the best that I've never developed a taste for casinos.
In other news, I can't get the Brokeback Mountain theme song out of my head. gaaaah. But those ubiquitous parodies? Even funnier once you've seen the original film...