A friend just sent me a .WMV that was interesting but it got me reflecting on the new video age.
I don't much like it.
When someone sends me a .WMV, or a YouTube or some other variation of information in a visual form instead of text, I get very impatient. "Cut to the chase," I frequently say, or more often shout, "get on with it, get to the point, I don't have time for this."
Maybe that's the only way to move information to the MTV generation these days, but it's far too frequently a waste of everyone's time.
A writer should never say this, but I have to:
Don't show me, tell me.
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