I am a junkie for google. Wait. Maybe I should rephrase that statement.
Hi. My name is Tina. I’m a google addict.
Want me to prove it? I’ll try.
I couldn’t think of anything to write on my blog (because I’m boring lately). So, I googled “something to blog about”. The first hit was a book called…duh… “something to blog about”. It wasn’t what I was looking for so I googled “blog topic ideas”. And then I told myself “uh…Tina…you just googled your thoughts… are you a google addict?”
Then, I googled “google addict”. Wait. Don’t stop reading. It’s worse than you think.
The first hit to that is this link. Yep. 63 signs you’re addicted to google. To my relief, I only have 11 of those 63 signs.
The second hit was a quiz. So, I took it. It says "According to our experts, you are 75% addicted to google”.
After those hits, there were various sites I visited that were blogs about google addicts. I found myself asking these questions:
1. What did I DO before google?
2. What WOULD I DO without google?
I wouldn’t know what holiday it is without the google holiday font. I wouldn’t know how many people there are in my state with my name…or my husbands name…or my daughters name… or my sisters name… or my neighbors name…ahem! Okay. I don’t do that very often. (don’t judge me like you haven’t ever done it!)
I wouldn’t know what a spelunker is. I wouldn’t know that kieour is not a word (I only do this when I’m stressed out…. randomly throw letter on the keyboard at google). I would actually have to memorize the Napoleon Dynamite and Dwight Schrute quotes. I would have to use a (egads!) road map. I wouldn’t know the answer to random questions like “why are my cats teeth falling out” (true story).
I am a child of the 80’s. We didn’t have google back then. We were addicted to things like records. And MTV (when they actually had videos on MTV).
We had to use dictionaries. I don’t think my kids even know what those are. They are used to “did you mean …….?”.
Yes, folks, you heard it here. My life as a google addict is dull as dishwater. It’s sad. But true. Fess up. you know you’re one too.