A Day Offline
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Boro_Bob wrote:
Obviously, I would say that, but I don't have a problem with any addictions.
Well, according to your initial post, it seems like you are addicted to being online. That's an addiction no less than shooting junk.
:josh: My WPF Blog[^]
I accept that I am addicted to being online. Does it follow that I have an addictive personality? Honestly, I don't smoke at all, I very rarely gamble, don't drink very often and don't do drugs.
Words fade as the meanings change, but somehow, it don't bother me.
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Pretty long joke... A hurricane came unexpectedly. The ship went down and was lost. A man found himself swept up on the shore of an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing. Only bananas and coconuts. Used to 5-star hotels, this young executive had no idea what to do, so for the next four months he ate bananas, drank coconut juice and longed for his old life and fixed his gaze on the sea, hoping to spot a rescue ship. One day, as he was lying on the beach, he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. It was a rowboat, and in it was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. She rowed up to him and in disbelief, he asked her: "Where did you come from? How did you get here?" "I rowed from the other side of the island," she said. "I landed here when my cruise ship sank." "Amazing," he said. "I didn't know anyone else had survived. How many are there? You were lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you." "Only me here, "she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up; nothing did." He was confused. "Then how did you get the rowboat?" "Oh, simple, " replied the woman. "I made the rowboat out of materials that I found on the island. The oars were whittled from Gum tree branches. I wove the bottom from palm branches and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree." "B-B-But that's impossible," stuttered the man. "You had no tools or hardware. How did you manage?" "Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. "On the other side of the island there is a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock exposed. I found that if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgable ductile iron. I used that for tools, and used the tools to make the hardware. But enough of that," she said. "Where do you live?" Sheepishly and rather embarrassed, he confessed that he had been sleeping on the beach the whole time. "Well, let's row over to my place, then," she said. After a few minutes of rowing she docked the boat at a small wharf. As the man looked to the shore he nearly fell out of the boat. Before him was a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the woman tied the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man could only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walked into the house, she said casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please; would you like a drink?" "No, no thank you," he said, still dazed. "I can't take any more coconut juice." "It's not coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have a still. How about a Pina Colada?"
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:josh: My WPF Blog[^]
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I accept that I am addicted to being online. Does it follow that I have an addictive personality? Honestly, I don't smoke at all, I very rarely gamble, don't drink very often and don't do drugs.
Words fade as the meanings change, but somehow, it don't bother me.
Boro_Bob wrote:
Does it follow that I have an addictive personality?
I dunno. I guess I was just telling you my situation, in case it helped you out. :)
:josh: My WPF Blog[^]
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Boro_Bob wrote:
Does it follow that I have an addictive personality?
I dunno. I guess I was just telling you my situation, in case it helped you out. :)
:josh: My WPF Blog[^]
Thanks. Sorry if I sounded defensive. I don't really feel this is a problem. Its not like I would rather spend time online than with my wife and kids. I just felt a bit uncomfortable that I had gone a full day without checking my email. Probably because I am not used to not being at work on a week day.
Words fade as the meanings change, but somehow, it don't bother me.
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Yesterday was my fourth wedding anniversary I took the day off work and spent the day hanging out with my wife, watching DVD's, going out for lunch and then having a nice supper with a bottle of wine. By the evening I was starting to feel withdrawal symptoms from not having access to the internet. I was desperate to go and switch my PC on and check my email, though I couldn't as this may have impared our romantic evening slightly. I think it is really sad that I found t so hard to go 24 hours without being online. I actually felt a sense of relief when I got to work this morning. I need to take some time off and get away from it all for a while. Unfortunately, I can't really afford to for some time :(
Words fade as the meanings change, but somehow, it don't bother me.
That's one of the benefits of living far away from the city, no Internet access, and acreage that needs to be tended to. I love coming to work on Monday morning, but I certainly do not have withdrawals while at home.
"Money talks. When my money starts to talk, I get a bill to shut it up." - Frank
"Judge not by the eye but by the heart." - Native American Proverb
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The have an interface for just about any kind of hardware. You don't need the wife! (This could explain why I am still single)
A man said to the universe: "Sir I exist!" "However," replied the Universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation." -- Stephen Crane
Ennis Ray Lynch, Jr. wrote:
The have an interface for just about any kind of hardware. You don't need the wife!
I suggest sending the details to Link2006. :laugh:
I'd love to help, but unfortunatley I have prior commitments monitoring the length of my grass. :Andrew Bleakley:
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Pretty long joke... A hurricane came unexpectedly. The ship went down and was lost. A man found himself swept up on the shore of an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing. Only bananas and coconuts. Used to 5-star hotels, this young executive had no idea what to do, so for the next four months he ate bananas, drank coconut juice and longed for his old life and fixed his gaze on the sea, hoping to spot a rescue ship. One day, as he was lying on the beach, he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. It was a rowboat, and in it was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. She rowed up to him and in disbelief, he asked her: "Where did you come from? How did you get here?" "I rowed from the other side of the island," she said. "I landed here when my cruise ship sank." "Amazing," he said. "I didn't know anyone else had survived. How many are there? You were lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you." "Only me here, "she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up; nothing did." He was confused. "Then how did you get the rowboat?" "Oh, simple, " replied the woman. "I made the rowboat out of materials that I found on the island. The oars were whittled from Gum tree branches. I wove the bottom from palm branches and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree." "B-B-But that's impossible," stuttered the man. "You had no tools or hardware. How did you manage?" "Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. "On the other side of the island there is a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock exposed. I found that if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgable ductile iron. I used that for tools, and used the tools to make the hardware. But enough of that," she said. "Where do you live?" Sheepishly and rather embarrassed, he confessed that he had been sleeping on the beach the whole time. "Well, let's row over to my place, then," she said. After a few minutes of rowing she docked the boat at a small wharf. As the man looked to the shore he nearly fell out of the boat. Before him was a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the woman tied the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man could only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walked into the house, she said casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please; would you like a drink?" "No, no thank you," he said, still dazed. "I can't take any more coconut juice." "It's not coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have a still. How about a Pina Colada?"
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Yesterday was my fourth wedding anniversary I took the day off work and spent the day hanging out with my wife, watching DVD's, going out for lunch and then having a nice supper with a bottle of wine. By the evening I was starting to feel withdrawal symptoms from not having access to the internet. I was desperate to go and switch my PC on and check my email, though I couldn't as this may have impared our romantic evening slightly. I think it is really sad that I found t so hard to go 24 hours without being online. I actually felt a sense of relief when I got to work this morning. I need to take some time off and get away from it all for a while. Unfortunately, I can't really afford to for some time :(
Words fade as the meanings change, but somehow, it don't bother me.
Try going ten times that long. I went to Orlando back in October to hit the theme parks. There wasn't a day went by I wasn't at a park somewhere. Left Dallas on a Friday and returned on Friday two weeks later. I don't own a cell phone, left my PDA at home and I hate laptops. Cheap motel didn't have Internet access anyway. There were a few computers at Epcot accessible to the public but they were special purpose and had nothing I wanted on them. But I had my pager but being out of range of Dallas the best thing it I could do with it was to employ it as an alarm clock. There were occasions when I got a programming urge but it wasn't bad. The main thing I wanted to do was to keep a journal of the trip. But I learned just how badly my handwriting had suffered, not to mention my hand itself, from years of keyboard activity. First thing I did when I got home was headed for my workstation and checked email. :-( Lilith
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Yesterday was my fourth wedding anniversary I took the day off work and spent the day hanging out with my wife, watching DVD's, going out for lunch and then having a nice supper with a bottle of wine. By the evening I was starting to feel withdrawal symptoms from not having access to the internet. I was desperate to go and switch my PC on and check my email, though I couldn't as this may have impared our romantic evening slightly. I think it is really sad that I found t so hard to go 24 hours without being online. I actually felt a sense of relief when I got to work this morning. I need to take some time off and get away from it all for a while. Unfortunately, I can't really afford to for some time :(
Words fade as the meanings change, but somehow, it don't bother me.
These musings on the Information Whirlwind made me look up an old book "The Great Reckoning" on Amazon - on my shelf is the 1993 edition, WAY before the IPOD, even before Windows-95. In hindsight their phrase "When The Music Stops" seems so prescient - wait, I looked up a book so old I don't even have a copy "Fahrenheit 451". This is a very ancient book, before Ipods, before cellphones - yet Bradbury nailed our archetype with the "Seashell Radios" everyone had in their ears. "Reckoning" you can maybe skip, but for a book ahead of its time, "Fahrenheit" is such an eerie one.
pg--az
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Yesterday was my fourth wedding anniversary I took the day off work and spent the day hanging out with my wife, watching DVD's, going out for lunch and then having a nice supper with a bottle of wine. By the evening I was starting to feel withdrawal symptoms from not having access to the internet. I was desperate to go and switch my PC on and check my email, though I couldn't as this may have impared our romantic evening slightly. I think it is really sad that I found t so hard to go 24 hours without being online. I actually felt a sense of relief when I got to work this morning. I need to take some time off and get away from it all for a while. Unfortunately, I can't really afford to for some time :(
Words fade as the meanings change, but somehow, it don't bother me.