- When you have to create a rule in Outlook to send Doper’s e-mails to a special SDMB box because you can’t readily determine your actual family from your Doper friends.
Guilty as charged.
Tripler
Case closed.
You constantly wonder if every mundane thing you see/do/hear/think during the day could somehow be made into a thread.
Happy
:o
Yea, that was it, what can I say…
(of course, those of us actually quoted in Cecil Adams columns are damned up front…)
racinchikki, in your case, you just are too cool…
You find it incredible that someone at work might think the huge blue-and-yellow graphic on your screen that says something about dope is “inappropriate”.
You hook your family on the boards. One down, one to go! Bwahahahahaha!!! (My mom registered yesterday. My brother is next.)
About a month ago, one of my co-workers was vaguely whining about the boss. I wasn’t sure exactly specific previous incident he was complaining about, so I asked him,
“Gotta a link for that?”
Geeze, I even posted to that thread, samarm! :smack:
They say the mind is the first thing to go…
Me, too.
You run across someone doing/saying something stupid, and you have an urge to fight ignorance.
When you sign a work e-mail with your Doper screen name. And read it over. And it looks fine. So then you send it that way.
“RE: your memo. What’s a ‘Veb’?”*
[sub]“Very emphatic bulletin.” Quit snickering. I hadn’t had my coffee yet.[/sub]
:::raises hand:::
I spend waaaaaay too much time composing threads in my head. And the rest of my day is spent figuring out which forum to put them in.
When you have up to 3 browser windows open, one of which has tabs, and all point to different threads.
As of this posting, I have 3 windows open, all to different MPSIMS threads.
You’ve gotten in arguements with your SO about stuff, and used cites and facts gleaned from the Dope to win your case. She hates you all, by the way.
You expect other people to act as rational as Dopers and at the same time be able to handle being told to “fuck off” without going into an utter state of shock.
You forget that curt and to-the-point criticism isn’t always acceptable to everyone else in the world, and most people aren’t used to hearing, “You’re being a whiny bitch,” when they’re being a whiny bitch.
You hear someone make a hateful or bigoted statement and you think, “Oh, right, the rest of the world isn’t as open-minded and accepting as the SDMB.”
You know the gender of dozens if not hundreds of Dopers, whether they’re married and/or have children, their race, their approximate age, and many of their likes and dislikes, and you’ve never met or even seen photos of most of them.
It’s 3 in the morning, you have to be at work at 6:30 am, and you’re posting to this thread.
Nah! That’s why I became a Doper. I’ve been doing that all my life. I just figured it would be nice to do it where it was appreciated, for a change. 
When you have a browser open to SDMB all day, at work, so you can make good use of those rare minutes of free time between chores.
…you want to report your workmates to the moderator.
…reading a book, you come across some text underlined in blue and you try to click on it.
You are out of the country, away from your desk, with no laptop and you sit in an internet cafe at lunchtime to see what’s going on.
The only free period in your school week falls during the board’s downtime, and you’re feeling homicidal about it.