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Oh god, it's all true...

> >What about when you starting replying to jokes with  LOL instead of
> >actually laughing; or when you start double-clicking the remote.
> >
> >
> >
> >On Sat, 12 Jul 1997, Surfer wrote:
> >
> >> as the title.
> >> 
> >> my reason is I found that I would rather online than have fun with my
> >> girlfriend.
> >> 
> >> what's yours?
> >> Surfer
> 
> 
> You Know You Are Addicted to the Internet When....
> 
> 
>  You actually wore a blue ribbon to protest the Communications
>  Decency Act.
> 
>  You kiss your girlfriend's (boyfriend's) homepage.
> 
>  Your bookmark takes fifteen minutes to scroll from top to bottom.
> 
>  Your eyeglasses have a web site burned into 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 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: 28.8...ISDN...cable modem...T1...T3.
> 
>  And even your 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.
> 
>  You step out of your room and realize that your wife has moved
>  and you don't know 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 picture of her over your monitor to remind you of
>  what she looks like.
> 
>  All of your friends have an @ in their names.
> 
>  When looking at a pageful of someone else's links, you notice all of
>  them are already highlighted.
> 
>  Your dog has its own homepage.
> 
>  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 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 2400 baud modems.
> 
>  Your wife tells you she's now been a blonde for 3 months.
> 
>  You miss more that five meals a week downloading the latest games.
>  
>  You start looking for hot URL 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 tell the cab driver you live at http://www.123.elm.street/house/
>  bluetrim.html
> 
>  You actually try that 123.elm.street address.
> 
>  You tell the kids they can't use the computer because "daddy's got
>  work to do".
>  
>  You buy a Captain Kirk chair with a built in keyboard and mouse.
> 
>  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 Netscape 2.1
>  or higher."
> 
>  You never have to deal with busy signals when calling your ISP...
>  because you never log off.
>  
>  You start tilting your head sideways to smile.
>  
>  You begin to wonder how on earth your service provider is allowed to
>  call 200 hours per month "unlimited".
> 
>  Your wife says communication in a marriage is important...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.
> 
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