Man, it is so <i>not</i> about the IKEA effect.<p>This isn't about some puppy-dog infatuation with a spice rack or a bird house. It's about having your fucking time wasted, when you could have been out doing pretty much anything except coaxing some shitty interpreter to JIT compile a blob into some blinky lights for a herd of indecisive squawking ostrichs, amid their kangaroo court pecking order.<p>Hours of my life gone. And for what? A clicky-doo button at a company that might not exist in 10 years?