Net Addiction

(original author unknown: found on the net! If you know the author, please let us know)

You may be addicted to the Net when...

You actually wore a blue ribbon to protest the Communications Decency Act.

You kiss your girlfriend's home page.

Your bookmark takes 15 minutes to scroll from top to bottom.

Your eyeglasses have a web site burned in on them.

You find yourself brainstorming for new subjects to search.

You refuse to go to a vacation spot with no electricity and no phone lines.

You finally do take that vacation, but only after buying a cellular modem and a laptop.

You spend half of the plane trip with your laptop on your lap...and your child in the overhead compartment.

All your daydreaming is preoccupied with getting a faster connection to the net: 56KPS...ISDN...cable modem...T1...T3.

And even your night dreams are in HTML.

You find yourself typing .COM after every period when using a word processor.com.

You turn off your modem and get this awful empty feeling, like you just pulled the plug on a loved one.

You refer to going to the bathroom as downloading.

You start introducing yourself as "Jim at I-I-Net dot net dot au.

Your heart races faster and beats irregularly each time you see a new WWW site address in print or on TV, even though you've never had heart problems before.

You step out of your room and realize that your parents have moved and you don't have a clue when it happened.

You turn on your intercom when leaving the room so you can hear if new e-mail arrives.

Your wife drapes a blond wig over your monitor to remind you what she looks like.

All of your friends have an @ in their names.

When looking at a page full of someone else's links, you notice all of them are already highlighted in purple.

Your dog has its own home page.

You've already visited all the links at Yahoo and you're halfway through Lycos.

You can't call your mother...she doesn't have a modem.

You realize there is not a sound in the house and you have no idea where your children are.

You check your mail. It says "no new messages." So you check it again.

You refer to your age as 3.x.

You have commandeered your teenager's phone line for the net and even his friends know not to call on his line anymore.

Your phone bill comes to your doorstep in a box.

You code your homework in HTML and give your instructor the URL.

You don't know the sex of three of your closest friends, because they have neutral nicknames and you never bothered to ask.

You name your children Eudora, Mozilla and Dotcom.

You laugh at people with 14.4 baud modems.

Your husband tells you he's had the beard for two months.

You miss more than five meals a week downloading the latest games from Apogee.t, or [C]ontinue?

You start looking for hot HTML addresses in public restrooms.

You wake up at 3 a.m. to go to the bathroom and stop and check your e-mail on the way back to bed.

You move into a new house and decide to Netscape before you landscape.

You tell the cab driver you live at http://123.elm.street/house/bluetrim.html

You actually try that 123.elm.street address.

Your friends no longer send you e-mail...they just log on to your IRC channel.

Your wife makes a new rule: "The computer cannot come to bed."

You are so familiar with the WWW that you find the search engines useless.

You get a tattoo that says "This body best viewed with IE 5.0 or higher."

You never have to deal with busy signals when calling your ISP...because you never log off.

The last girl you picked up was only a jpeg.

You ask a plumber how much it would cost to replace the chair in front of your computer with a toilet.

You start tilting your head sideways to smile.

You leave the modem speaker on after connecting because you think it sounds like the ocean wind...the perfect soundtrack for Surfing the Net.

You begin to wonder how on earth your service provider is allowed to call 200 hours per month "unlimited."

You turn on your computer and turn off your wife.

Your wife says communication is important in a marriage...so you buy another computer and install a second phone line so the two of you can chat.

As your car crashes through the guardrail on a mountain road, your first instinct is to search for the BACK button.

You decide to stay in college for an additional year or two, just for the free Internet access.

You start using smileys in your snail mail.

Only communication in your household is through email.

BT names you Customer of the Month for the third consecutive time.

Batteries in the TV remote now last for months.

New mail alarm on your palmtop annoys other churchgoers.

You unsuccessfully try to download a pizza from www.dominos.com.

You come back and check this list every half-hour.

You turn off your modem and get this awful empty feeling, like you just pulled the plug on a loved one.

Your hard drive crashes. You haven't logged in for two hours You start to twitch. You pick up the phone and manually dial your ISP's access number. You try to hum to communicate with the modem. And you succeed.

You have been on your computer soo long that you didn't realize you had grandchildren.

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