Stick It Up Your Ass Newton

I want to alert you to a previously undocumented phenomenea. You might call this a discovery of sorts. I've never really discovered anything. Unless you count the kinds of things you 'discover' when you clean out your fridge after a long winter. I actually discovered some things over the last two weeks while I was "bachin' it" while Rebecca was out of town for her new job training. The tests and trials of that period are another entry altogether. This one is about my discovery. I'm not much of a scientist and I don't think this is necessarily verifiable but it is repeatable. I'm calling it Digital Gravity, or maybe Digrivity. Anyway, it's this thing that happens to me when I'm in the house. The internet seems to exert some kind of eldritch force on my person, drawing me to it always. I've noticed that if I don't stay on task 100% of the time, I will drift inexorably toward the computer and open a brower to the internets.

This can happen even if I'm like getting ready to go somewhere and am running a few minutes late. I can't tell you how many times I've been brushing my teeth in front of the bathroom mirror, letting my mind wander harmlessly then suddenly finding myself in front of my computer typing in any number of URLs I visit regularly. I shake out of my reverie and cuss a blue streak telling myself I don't have time for that sort of thing I have to get going. Several minutes later as I'm surfing ebay, my head explodes.

I suspect that others may be similarly affected by the television, knitting, and ouija boards. All I know is that I'm helpless against it and that it is not a viable excuse for being late someplace. "Sorry I'm running a few minutes late, the internet siezed my mind." I'm starting to think the nerds that go about with aluminum foil in their back pockets may be on to something.

Anybody else out there experience anything like this?


-Kroy has gone offline


crashed a mother and son cold dead