Greetings, Dr Hazardus here. Are you addicted to the internet? Do you feel the internet is taking over your life? If the answer was yes to either of those, you had better look below:
You are officially addicted to the internet when...:
All of your friends have an @ in their names.
All your daydreaming is preoccupied with getting a faster connection to the net.
As your car crashes through the guardrail on a mountain road, your first instinct is to search for the "back" button.
The last girl you picked up was only a jpeg.
The remote to the TV is missing ... and you don't even care.
You ask a plumber how much it would cost to replace the chair in front of your computer with a toilet.
You begin to wonder how on earth your service provider is allowed to call 500 hours per month "unlimited."
You can't call your mother...she doesn't have internet access.
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 create a homepage with the impression to cure the afflicted...but your hidden agenda is to receive more e-mail.
You don't know what sex over three of your closest friends are, because they have neutral nicknames and you never bothered to ask.
You find yourself typing "com" after every period when using a word processor.com
You forget what year it is.
You get a tattoo that says "This body best viewed with Netscape 4.1 or higher."
You kiss your girlfriend/boyfriend's home page.
You miss more than five meals a week downloading the latest games.
You move into a new house and decide to Netscape before you landscape.
You name your children Eudora, Mozilla and Dotcom.
You notice that your night dreams are in HTML.
You put a pillow case over your laptop so your lover doesn't see it while you are pretending to catch your breath.
You refer to going to the bathroom as downloading.
You refuse to go to a vacation spot with no electricity and no phone lines.
You spend half of the plane trip with your laptop on your lap ... and your child in the overhead compartment.
You start introducing yourself as 'Jim @whatever.com'
You start looking for hot HTML addresses in public restrooms.
You start tilting your head sideways to smile.
You step out of your room and realize that your parents have moved and you don't have a clue when it happened.
You tell the cab driver you live at http://123.elm.street/house/bluetrim.html
You tell the kids they can't use the computer because "Daddy's got work to do" and you don't even have a job.
You turn off your computer and get this awful empty feeling, like you just pulled the plug on a loved one.
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.
Your bookmark takes 15 minutes to scroll from top to bottom.
Your dog has its own home page.
Your eyeglasses have a web site burned in on them.
Your friends no longer send you e-mail...they just log on to your IRC channel.
Your husband tells you he's had the beard for 2 months.
Your phone bill comes to your doorstep in a box.
Your virtual girlfriend finds a new net sweetheart with a larger bandwidth.
Your wife drapes a blond wig over your monitor to remind you of what she looks like.
Your wife makes a new rule: "The computer cannot come to bed."
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.