Review/Commentary 2

TL;DR
TL;DR. I’m not sure if you have come across those letters before. I sure am proud that I haven’t seen it as a comment on any of my works, though I’m quite sure some people have thought of it.
Seated on my shabby sofa chair, laptop before me, a cold drink by my side, I feel older than I should with my vision seeming to fail me. Amidst multiple open browsers and web pages spewing out seeming gibberish about my thesis, a familiar “ding” distracts me. A sound I thought would be a welcome surprise—a distraction. I look to the lower right-hand side of my screen and see that it was a notification. It read: “This Week’s Readings.” I just about dropped dead.
I wanted to freeze the moment—pull out of my body, snap a picture of myself there, and with big, blood-red letters, stamp across the image: TL;DR. Yet, I took it as a welcome change of scene as I initially thought it would be.
The first three articles were really a sight for sore eyes and tired minds. They really brought me to a different place; a world different from what was just a browser tab away from them. In fact, I was reminded of the new experiences that I had undergone for this very subject. I wanted to write my project the way Neel Chowdhury wrote about the railway system of Malaysia. I wanted people to feel my own impatience, see the sights, smell the discomfort the way I felt his through his article. In the same manner, David Pogue re-awoke my desire for a new phone; an endeavour that I had side-lined because of so many other things to worry about. And Dylan Tweney’s article on tweeting through the opera brought me fond memories of my days in the news and war room of ABS-CBN. It even brought to mind a similar project which one of our shows featured wherein Romeo and Juliet was played out entirely through tweets. I was so engrossed that I felt like I could read all 5 articles then and there and then write my own.
I then opened the Kentucky Derby article and just by the way the scroll bar shrunk, I knew I was in for a read. By the 2nd time he mentioned “Playboy,” I had already become enthralled, confused, and then also lost interest. By the Friday before the author even wrote about the big race, I had once again stamped the scene that was my life with TL;DR. The varying shades of gray and white did not help keep me on the page either. What I understood from this article is that he had transformed into something he feared—much like a zombie in an apocalypse.
As for, “The String Theory,” this is the only one that held true to TL;DR—too long; didn’t read.