Here’s the first sign I’ve had in a while that my mind spends too much time in the world of the computer:
I’m sitting at work looking through a catalogue on my desk and I’m suddenly very confused when the pages won’t turn. My mind’s current default to “turn pages” is the scroll wheel on the mouse. When that doesn’t work I try clicking and dragging the scroll bar on my browser, and the movement of the SD text snaps me out of it. I reach down, lift the page with my fingers, and proceed to metaphorically bang my head on the table.
[sub]i even made sure to get a full 8 hours of sleep last night[/sub]
Your legs have gone numb from sitting in one position, your eyes are so dry they’re glued open and you’ve been listening to the same CD for 8 hours on repeat because it is in your player which is across the room and you don’t want to get up to miss anything…
What? I’m not addicted! I’m not! NOOOOOOO Don’t take away my mouse! You’ll have to pry it out of my cold dead -sound of tranquilizer dart being shot and an ‘erk’-
I need to remember the general layout of the hotel lobby to describe to someone else, and it comes as a shock to realize I can’t save a screen shot of it.
My Dad asks me to send him some songs, pictures of me and the girlfriend, and the tie clip he left behind. I attach the tunes as MP3s and the pix as JPEGs and start to lift the tie clip to the scanner bed…
I know the reply from the insurance company is in one of these folders in this friggin’ file cabinet. I really need to index this mess better…Oh wait, can I just go Command-F and use Search by Content? Hmmph…I suppose not…
A couple days ago I began to see a conversation I had with my mom as a thread. I definately remember scrolling back up to remember what she said. Wierd experience.