I type my dreams in my sleep
Wake up from a dream about blogging and some new type of search that you can no longer remember.
Trying to click through a commercial, or slow part on the TV.
Anything other than a monitor appears blurry.
You prefer email to any other type of communication.
...when computer terminology creeps into real life conversations -
One day my wife handed me the paper and told me to look at something - I started looking at the bottom section and she said: "No, no - scroll up!"
We now use the phrase "scroll up" all the time.
...my cat no longer thinks of string as a something to chase... but comes running happily to the sound of a mouse being waggled enticingly.
All the chairs in your den are "computer" chairs.
When people ask you if you've checked the "mail that gets delivered by people".
When you refuse to answer the phone and can honestly say, "If it's important they'll send email".
When your next door neighbors call to ask if you can babysit the kid that's too sick to go to school, and you can't refuse, because they KNOW you work from home.
When you remember that you need to check the mail that's "delivered by people", because that's how your checks arrive.
When you have to buy a new desk because you've worn a groove into it with your optical mouse.
When your parents message you to tell you they are going to call.
When you get snail mail addressed to your nickname.
When you start measuring kitchen cabinet space to see if a server will fit.
When you have more old monitors in your closet than old shoes.
... morning comes and its time to wake up but you never went to sleep in the first place.
p.s. You guys are funnnnnnnnnny! Thanks for the laughs!
when someone in RL tells you a joke and you tell "LOL"..
getting irratated scanning the newspaper and 'ctrl + f' doesnt work...
when I loose contact to friends just because they changed their email address.
You stall the car and think "re-boot"
You hear a kid say "a baby takes 9 months to download".
You hate adverts on tv that dont have a skip link.
You hate not being able to find text on a page or print.
You look for the forward and back buttons on teletext.
You think "would giving the microwave more ram make the food cook any quicker".
You forget that the dvd player by the television actualy plays dvd's.
you start traveling to london to go to bars to meet people you met on ww :)
When there are two types of people, people who visit WW and people who dont.
and when you tell people who are not users of WW that you'll sticky them!
when you feel a sharp pain on the back of your head whislt hearing your wife's voice mutter some expletives and you wake up in bed the next morning.
When you ask HR if they can "delete the grass" to make room for more parking
Sitting at my desk reading something printed. Instead of turning the page, I reach for my mouse and start scrolling.
When you girlfirend ICQs you from the kitchen laptop thats its time for dinner.
When trying to remember something you actually visualize google serps of your memories.
When trying to tell friends about overture and espotting and realizing that explaining them adwords already was a stretch and Overture is far from common knowledge, even with computer literate people who have degrees in computer related fields. That one caught me out several times today.
Not being able to search for a phrase in a RL book that you remembered reading a ways back.
Not being able to insert rolling eyes smileys in phone and RL conversations.
Most of your RL conversations consist of things you read on a variety of forums!
SQL solves all of life's problems in your dreams.
you're making up acronyms for Real Life.
When people ask you what you think about (fill in the blank) that's been all over the news for a couple of weeks and you answer that you didn't know it about because no one mentioned it on WW.
When you start to talk about the search engine mergers and acquisitions in a normal conversation as if everyone knew what you were talking about.
When you look at someone's personalized car license plate and wonder if it's still available as a domain name.
When a newly married couple each buy personalized plates for their respective vehicles.
Or, you think about putting your domain on your license plate. And when you realize you've chosen a domain name that's too long, you wonder if maybe you should get a clever shortened form, buy the domain *and* get the plate.
Or, you're watching tv, they mention some new product, person, thing, whatever...and you rush to see if the domain is still available. I once missed a really good one by 45 minutes. Damned Pacific time zone!
When you are sat in your car at roadworks, you can't help but wonder why no one has done a 301 redirect on the traffic.
>ICQs you from the kitchen laptop
What, there's another way of calling your boyfriend to dinner?
I didn't know that.
Like, yelling? But that's undignified...
My boyfriend and I both recently downloaded the iChat AV beta (for macs) and we frequently have voice chats from opposite ends of the apartment.
I told that to my co-worker and she seemed to think there was something wrong with that. I really don't know why.
dragonlady7 <<I told that to my co-worker and she seemed to think there was something wrong with that. I really don't know why.>>
I send my partner emails about dinner and she's just on the other side of the wall. We've contemplated just cutting a hole through the wall to make things easier and maybe put up blinds so we don't bug each other.
We can't yell because it upsets our cockatoo and then *she* starts to yell. Ever hear a cockatoo yell? Ugh. Plus, then our African Grey repeats what we say *and* the cockatoo yells. Email and IMs in the house are good. Don't let anyone tell you differently. ;)
Also, if someone calls me and leaves me a message on my answering machine, I email them back. Phones are for other people.
I think limbo wins :)
He has lost the power of words and can now only relate to other people by the power of smilies!
Then again, when was the last time I wrote a letter to anyone without opening a Word.doc?
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