Remember this is not one of my jokes... and unfortunately I don't have a reference
to who it has been written by.
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 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: 28.8...ISDN...cable modem...T1...T3.
And even your night dreams are in HTML.
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 "smith@home dot com "
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 partner drapes a blond wig 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 in purple.
Your dog has its own home page.
You've already visited all the links at Yahoo and you're halfway
through Lycos. or [C]ontinue?
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 comandeered 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.
Even though you died last week, you've managed to retain OPS on
your favorite IRC channel.
You code your homework in HTML and give your instructor the URL.
You don't know what sex three of your closest friends are, because
they have neutral nicknames and you never bothered to ask.
(although PsychoBitch is a giveaway)
You name your children Eudora, Mozilla and Dotcom.
You laugh at people with 2400 baud modems. You miss more than five
meals a week downloading the latest games.
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 virtual girlfriend finds a new net sweetheart with a larger
bandwidth.
You tell the kids they can't use the computer because "Mom's
got work to do" and you don't even have a job.
Your friends no longer send you e-mail...they just log on to your
IRC channel.
You buy a Captain Kirk chair with a built-in keyboard and mouse.
Your sweetie makes a new rule: "The computer cannot come to
bed."
You are so familiar with the WWW that you find the search engines
redundant.
You get a tatoo that says "This body best viewed with Netscape 2.0
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 put a pillow case over your laptop so your lover doesn't see
it while you are pretending to catch your breath.
You forget what year it is.
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 partner.
Your partner says communication is important in a relationship...
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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