15 Minute Blog

Okay - so let's see what delicious-ness i can come up with in 15 (make that 14) minutes before its time to leave work. Yah, so sue me, I'm blogging while I'm at work - you tell me one person who doesn't at some point.

I actually have a pretty good reason for blogging at work - mostly because i type at the speed of lightening (it's true, i've been tested) and because I don't have the internet at home.

I guess that is weird to a lot of people. My boyfriend especially as he can't hardly exist without what he calls his "interwebs." It isn't because he is online all the time - its just like when the internet goes down at his house, he can't hardly stand it. I always ask "What is it you need to do online?" and he always replies with something like "nothing - but what if i THINK of something i need to do and can't?"

Men.

I used to be obsessed with the internet when it first appeared for us "normal people." I was the first of my friends to have the internet at home. Good ole dial up. I thought chatting was SO cool. My best friend SJ would come over and we'd spend an hour just trying to remember how we found the intensely cool chat room we were on the day before. We obviously hadn't figured out the "bookmark" feature at that point.

We would create false identities and talk to strangers. I guess that is still what people do, right?

Anyway - i would be so obsessed with getting on the internet to talk in these chat rooms, or to check my email to see if anyone had sent me something. I could NOT get over how cool it was, or how cool i was because i had the internet and no one else did (aside from all those strangers i was chatting with, right?).

For the longest time - through out highschool and college, my bedtime ritual was to get online and do my email and catch up with people near and far. But in my "old age" of 27 - i don't even have the internet because I spend all day on the internet for my job and i have a crackberry that relieves some of that inate pressure to check my email constantly.

Now that i think about it - i guess i might have gotten worse instead of better. Now i carry my internet around in my pocket day and night. Damned crackberry. For a moment i felt like perhaps i had grown up - but i guess i just got more savvy.