I read a piece in Wired magazine a few months back which suggested that the Internet and web-browsing as we know it is dying.

The argument was that most users now know what they want from the 'net and so only go to the same 4-5 websites everyday. These 'favourites' will inevitably include 2 or 3 of the same big-hitters - Facebook, Twitter, Google, Youtube... The Word. We just get lost after that!

As a result it will be apps that will take over our desktops as well as our phones. Little clickable icons which take us straight to a uniquely designed browser for each popular page.

...and of course, the 'big boobs' app will probably be the most popular of all.

Your genes are considerably older than that. The path from "food and big boobs" to higher thinking has been a very long one and we still have a long way to go...

the availability of information not being particularly closely correlated with the acquisition or development of wisdom.

You mean there are places on the internet where one can look at pictures of naughty ladies exposing their chestular areas? Who would have thought. I may have to check this phenomenem.

Possibly the most obvious clip to post about the intenet, but makes me laugh every time:

That is willpower!
I congratulate you.

..about (I think)Dauguerre, who for all intents and purposes invented photography and the very first thing he did with it was take a picture of a pair of tits.

about looking at this sort of material on the 'net is generally how unsexy it mostly is and curiously doesn't leave you gagging for more but gives you a bit of a headache.

"I'm fairly sure if they took porn off the internet there'd only be one website left and it'd be called Bring Back the Porn" - Dr Perry Cox, Scrubs.

It is morning. He is blessed/cursed with an unbidden tumescence. He gazes upon Vorgona's sleeping frame and is filled with a tenderness that aches for consummation. He tries to rouse Vorgona. She remains unroused. He toddles off to the sitting room, fires up the PC...Feeling seasonal, he types in Santa Costume. You Porn does not disappoint. 'Ooh Santa, it's a cock in a box!' Two minutes later, Vorgongod is sated, yet feels grubby.Deleting browser history deletes not the self-loathing. Vorgongod cooks Vorgona a splendid Full English and brings it into her as she wakes. 'Oh you!' quoth she, with a come-hither and administer unto me a pan-galactic pounding look. Vorgongod pretends not to notice. Shuffles out of bedroom with a promise to bear daddie's brown sauce on his return...
Feels sordid and h owls like Artie Fufkin...' No timing. I got NO timing,' as he ladels beans into his wanker gob, masticating the mush as he absent-mindedly withdraws the soiled tissue from the pocket of his dressing gown, ambles to the bathroom and chucks it, basketball player style at the cistern...It misses.
Bless me father, for I have sinned.

Mrs G would be awake in a second if I even contemplated that...