Right, there comes a point where you have to either move on, or just buy yourself a Klingon costume and go with it.

Xander ,'Same Time, Same Place'


Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Jessica - May 11, 2006 11:40:20 am PDT #6798 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

I scored 35, which is average.

Basically, I think, because I have no stress about being online forever, and because I don't hide it.

Well, they do say:

Everyone's situation is different, and it's not simply a matter of time spent on-line. Some people indicate they are addicted with only twenty hours of Internet use, while others who spent forty hours on-line insist it is not a problem to them. It's more important to measure the damage your Internet use causes in your life.

The internet doesn't damage my life, hence, not a problem.


bon bon - May 11, 2006 11:41:55 am PDT #6799 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

36, probably because I am secretive and an insomniac.

If you can answer those questions, however, you don't really need the test. What I want to know is: who the hell fantasizes about getting online? That's like fantasizing about, like, walking the dog.


Lee - May 11, 2006 11:43:51 am PDT #6800 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Also, with some of the questions, like

2. How often do you neglect household chores to spend more time on-line?

It's not my internet obsession that's the problem there.


§ ita § - May 11, 2006 11:45:48 am PDT #6801 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

who the hell fantasizes about getting online? That's like fantasizing about, like, walking the dog

Having written LJ posts in my head on the drive home, I did have to answer "occasionally".


erikaj - May 11, 2006 11:56:28 am PDT #6802 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!

wrod.


brenda m - May 11, 2006 12:03:54 pm PDT #6803 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

What I want to know is: who the hell fantasizes about getting online? That's like fantasizing about, like, walking the dog.

I've totally had "OMG I can't wait to post that" moments, which is really more anticipating than fantasizing, or been at a movie wishing there was a watch and post, which - okay, fair cop on that one.


tommyrot - May 11, 2006 12:06:36 pm PDT #6804 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I've totally had "OMG I can't wait to post that" moments, which is really more anticipating than fantasizing, or been at a movie wishing there was a watch and post, which - okay, fair cop on that one.

In both those cases, it's NSM "I can't wait to get online" as "I can't wait to tell other Buffistas." Which is different (in my head, anyway).


bon bon - May 11, 2006 12:12:17 pm PDT #6805 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

I personally wouldn't count future planning about what to do online-- like telling my mom last night that I'll buy plane tickets today-- as the type of fantasizing the test is asking after.


§ ita § - May 11, 2006 12:15:25 pm PDT #6806 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I've had enough "I wish I could blog this!" moments (sometimes I do blog it, just like I thought, and sometimes I can't) to call it fantasising. Not to mention things I'd love to photograph and share online because I know just how people would react, but can't.


Lee - May 11, 2006 12:16:05 pm PDT #6807 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Having written LJ posts in my head on the drive home, I did have to answer "occasionally".

What she said.