your browser tells you you can’t open a file until you clean out some of the cookies.
No matter where you set your hand, a mouse can always fit underneath it.
The post below mine will most likely be occupied by LauraLee.
You can remember when a guy here had something nice to say about his now ex-girlfriend.
“I have gathered a posie of other men’s flowers, and nothing but the
thread that binds them is mine own.”
When you know there’s a site out there dedicated to Twinkies, and can find a link in under 3 minutes.
Pathetic!
When your insatiable desire to post something, anything, just post, post, post, post… leads you to begin threads with generic, one word questions like “How?” or “Why?”
when you have 3 e-mail addresses & you check all of them whenever any one reminds you you have mail.
When you have to leave the room for a minute and tell everyone “BRB!”
Love stinks! (Yeah, yeah!)
Hello, my name’s AzRaek and I’m a netaholic…
So what are the twelve steps?
I’m not a fallen angel, I’m a risen demon.
You get extremely angry at people you “met” online. Or fall in love with one of them. Or get disappointed if one of them does not fall in love with you.
>< DARWIN >
__L___L
You read specials’ post & remember you have several other email addresses you forgot to check.
Hyperventilate when your mouse ball won’t track.
You know you’ve been online too much when you relate better to others via a typed medium, even when sitting across the table from them…
You consider your social life and the computer to be one and the same.
The term RL and VR are completely interchangable to you, there ain’t much difference.
>>Being Chaotic Evil means never having to say your sorry…unless the other guy is bigger than you.<<
—The dragon observes
/me looks around and "LOL"s nervously…BRB!
Love stinks! (Yeah, yeah!)
You break out in cold sweats when the phone line goes out for a few hours during a bad storm.
You start showing symptoms of the DT’s when a certain message board is down for a few hours for upgrades.
You take the time to complain about the flaming folders (a result of said upgrades) instead of preparing for a training class you are holding in 10 minutes.
Princess of the Time and Space Continuum since 1969 (upgraded to Goddess 01/07/00)
OK, we have enough youth. How about a fountain of smart. =^…^=
A girl that works in your department cuts her hair and gets a perm, it takes you three days to notice. They change the color of the logo of the SDMB, you notice in under a nanosecond.
There’s an OFFLINE?
Yea, Trumpy, I think they say that offline is when you lay down, close your eyes, and dream of being online. (But between you and me, I think it’s a UL).
You send email and ICQ messages to someone who lives in the same house as you. When that person is not currently online but is, in fact, watching TV in the next room.
Your Official Cat Goddess since 10/20/99.
“[A]gainst stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain.” --J.C.F.S. as quoted by H.M.
Oh, I forget this:
When you have the following face-to-face conversation with someone (paraphrased):
You: Did you get my email?
Her: Yes. Didn’t you get my response?
You: No. You must’ve sent it after I signed off.
(Later)
You: I responded to your response.
Her: I haven’t read it yet.
You: It said (insert content of message here).
Her: Okay. I’ll read it and send you a response next time I’m on.
Your Official Cat Goddess since 10/20/99.
“[A]gainst stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain.” --J.C.F.S. as quoted by H.M.
You know you’ve been online way too much when you’re downstairs, a complete level away from the computers, hear the IM noise in the AOL commercial and frantically begin to look around for the IM you have to answer. I do that every single time the commercial comes on, even if I’m fully aware that the sound it just from the TV.
/me sighs and shakes her head.
-Lanna