Hi, my name is Virginia, and I’m an Internet addict. YouTube is my breakfast. The blogosphere is my playground. Gmail is my dinner. And CrunchyRoll.com is my replacement for sleep.
I know I have a problem because I spend my work days copy editing on a computer screen only to go home and surf the Internet on my beloved Dell Inspiron 9300. (It’s a beautiful silver beast of a laptop with a 17″ screen.) I’m a devoted user of Firefox, which is a swanky Web browser.
I’ve found that the Internet is both a wonderful tool and an invaluable entertainment source. I used Evite to send out invitations for my housewarming party. I acquired three large pieces of art for my walls via eBay (and I’ll continue to hunt for more). In the spring, I love to watch the Indianapolis falcons on the FalconCam. In terms of entertainment, I’m a big fan of reading stories on the Internet. I regularly check Yahoo! Odd News, but I also diligently hunt for fiction, both original writing and fan works (known as fanfiction, or fanfic). The Internet continues to fuel my love for anime (Japanese animation), which in many cases would otherwise be very difficult to find. For the past couple of years, I’ve been trying to convince my mother that if there’s anything she doesn’t know but wants to find out, the answer is always “look it up on the Internet.” I think it’s sunk in, because I found myself asking her a question one day, and she replied with “go look it up on the Internet!”
I don’t think being an Internet addict is a bad thing. Actually, it saved my bacon once. Last year, an Internet friend I’d known for years was coming to visit me for a weekend. I went to pick her up at the airport, but lo and behold, she wasn’t there. I found out at the baggage claim that she would be arriving several hours later — 12:30 a.m. to be precise. I returned home to find five or six messages from my friend on my answering machine, letting me know she’d missed her flight because of traffic. However, she didn’t leave her cell phone number, and I couldn’t find the number anywhere. I urgently needed to respond and let her know that it was okay and that I’d be at the airport to pick her up, and she didn’t need to get a taxi to my home. I hopped onto my friend’s blog. On her blog’s user profile was an option to send her a text message. Zip! Off went the text message. A short time later, my friend called me back, and all was well. (And I quite carefully made sure to write down her phone number.) We ended up having a very fun weekend.
Maybe there’s a cure for an Internet addiction. If there is, I’ll pass.