Chokoholics, video-game addicts, manga fiends — tell us how you know when you’ve crossed the line.
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Chokoholics, video-game addicts, manga fiends — tell us how you know when you’ve crossed the line.
Continued from version 2011.
You know you’re addicted to MLP: FiM when you have an entire playlist dedicated to pony songs and remixes and original tracks and you spend all your time on the computer looking up even more songs.
*raises hand guiltily*
You know you’re addicted to MB when you have a picture of a squid in your locker at school, and you regularly tell it hello.
Guilty.
I wanted to do that with a picture of Carl Sagan, but I never had the time to print one out, and in college we don’t have lockers.
I’ve been thinking about doing that with a picture of Colm Wilkinson; I need to get on that.
Does it count if I have a 42.5 x 55 inch squid on my wall and I grin at it a lot?
What if you have an entire folder of sketches from the person who introduced you to MB and two wonderful, colorful pictures from said person hanging on your walls, both with MB themes and one of them of a Space Squid?
I AM FLATTERED
*makes squidlike arm motions*
You know you’re addicted to Fallout when you play it for two days straight with minimal sleep and foodstuffs.
You know you’re addicted to Sherlock when your excuse for not studying for Precalc is that it wasn’t important enough to fit in your brain and would cloud your intellect with useless information that would make it too hard to properly make deductions.
“This is my hard drive. It only makes sense to put things in there that are useful, REALLY useful. Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish, it only makes it hard to get to the stuff that matters, do you see?”
Permission to borrow that excuse? :3
Wholeheartedly granted.
Thank you! Now I just need persuasive skills to convince the Pre Cal teacher.
Bambi eyes. I swear it works.
Is there some sort of guide on that, like perhaps Bambi Eyes For Dummies? Whenever I try it people give me weird looks. Pouting is easier, but I get the feeling my teacher won’t accept that…
Bambi eyes never worked for me either. Maybe I was too tall. Anyway, it’s a mystery to me how anyone over the age of 5 can get away with them — unless they’re four-legged and covered with fur.
I’m tall and it works for me. Maybe I just hang out around very soft-hearted people.
But do you tower? Oh, well, I think immunity runs in my family, so conditions for developing the skills were less than optimal.
I’m about 5′ 8″- well, you can’t use it on parents, I think they’re immune after about age two.
Or maybe your “Bambi eyes” are actually “scary eyes.”
If I could just dress up as a furry four-legged creature…
They won’t get you a flamethrower.
Maybe if you sniffle a little too…
I have that comic on my wall.
You know you are addicted to knitting when someone greets you online with “Yo” (sadly, this cult seems to be growing), and you are confused and explain that you are not dealing with any sort of openwork or lace pattern or anything that would necessitate a yarn-over.
This happens to me all the time…. Also, slightly unrelated, but whenever someone mentions AT&T I think they’re talking about a band called Alan Turing and the Thylacines for a second.
+1 for mentioning Thylacines.
You know you are addicted to classic/silent movies when:
-You’ve started to dream partly in black and white
-You refer to all movies with sound as ‘talkies’
-You don’t even notice when a movie lacks color and/or sound
-All the actors who you keep track of/know trivia about/crush on were born around the same time as your grandparents
-You know Arbuckle didn’t do it, and you get really, really annoyed when people mix up Chaplin, Keaton, and Lloyd
-The Keystone Kops are the kind of company/people who give silent movies a bad name
-As is Douglas Fairbanks
-You unconsciously refer to movies as ‘pictures’
Very, very guilty of all of the above — I just realized today that I was doing the last one, and it kind of scared the cake out of me.
Whenever I greet someone I do what Harold Lloyd does in the Freshman. It’s very effective.
…for real?
Fairbanks Senior or Junior? Junior made a very enjoyable video about World War I aviation in cinema for the National Air and Space Museum.
Senior. *laughs* I actually don’t know much about Junior. He was an actor too, though, wasn’t he?
Yes, and a BU alumnus- we have one of his prop swords on display at the Mugar Library. The video at the NASM is really funny, because you have a 90-year-old guy commenting on his performances when he was in his 20s– “Who’s that handsome fellow seated at the bar? Oh, that’s me!”
He sounds rather like Fairbanks Sr, then. XD
My mom was the driver for Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. when he made an appearance at the Kennedy Center (for a fund raiser or something, I don’t remember exactly). She said his manners were courtly, he wore a bow tie and was utterly charming. “Everything a movie star ought to be,” she said.
Everybody ought to see Douglas Fairbanks, Sr., in “The Thief of Baghdad” and Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., in the 1937 version of “The Prisoner of Zenda.”
(DF Sr. is clearly the model for the male lead in “The Artist.”)
Indeed. My mom and I watched Thief of Bagdad together and spent more or less the entire two and a half hours cracking up. The whole movie is so overacted it ends up absolutely amazing, and the sets and things are great. But, well, you can’t exactly say Fairbanks was a great actor.
(Well, Valentin seems to be a composite of a few different silent-film stars, — Fairbanks for the onscreen persona, Valentino for the nationality and the name, possibly Keaton for the alcoholism (though I’m pretty sure Keaton was far from the only silent star to begin drinking with the coming of talkies).)
You have to admire his energy, though.
Once in college, while poking around in the library stacks, I ran across an old book in which Fairbanks, Sr., explained his philosophy of life. It boiled down to “pep.” (It was a short book and a simple philosophy.)
Oh, yes. His stunts were wonderful, I love all those acrobatic silent-movie stars. And he never runs out of energy, does he…. ‘Pep’ seems like a pretty good summary of his character.
You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when your Whovian friend is talking about David Tennant, and you not only understand what she is saying but correct her mistakes–despite never having seen a single episode of Doctor Who.
Never having seen a single episode of Doctor Who? Hmmm…
(EMBRACE ALL THE MUSEBLOGGY THINGS)
YES
JOIN US
JOIN USSSSSSSSS
You know you’re addicted to shipping when you watch “Rejoined” specifically for the canon alien femslash, (It also has a good plot and technology and characters), when you’ve watched 1 other DS9 episode (“Trials and Tribble-ations). Then look up Dax/Kahn fanfiction. And then browse another part of that site and somehow end up reading Spock/Uhura.
I think I’ve become less addicted to TVTropes. As in, I’ve read so much of it that when I read a new page I know what most of the tropes are. On the other hand, that means I’m likely to actually refer to tropes by their names instead of YTTTW___. It’s also introduced me to actual works to become addicted to.
You know you’re addicted to Sherlock when you read Alone on the Water anytime you need to have a good cry.
Actually me. I cycle through that along with the last couple of minutes of Toy Story 3, the Married Life scene from UP, the song Leaving Hogwarts, and soldiers-coming-home videos on youtube.
Did you ever write that fic, by the way, Aggie?
In progress! I need to watch the second season again and get re-motivated.
The only fictional thing that’s ever made me cry is Deathly Hallows, and I was maybe ten years old then …
You know you’re addicted to Firefly when:
You find yourself saying “shiny”.
You knit/buy a Jayne hat.
Your grammar has been totally destroyed.
You find your old toy dinosaurs and re-enact the scene with Wash and his toy dinosaurs.
You’re still bitter about it being canceled.
You mutter in gibberish Chinese for several seconds when anyone mentions “Fox Network”.
You can no longer say “Companion Cube” with a straight face.
You swear in gibberish Chinese.
You swear in actual Chinese.
You think NASA should name a probe/shuttle/rover/something “Serenity”.
You audibly squeed when you read that David Tennant is a Firefly fan.
You watch Castle and wonder why Captain Mal is a crime-solving mystery writer.
You name inanimate objects “Vera”.
You can’t pick a favorite character because you love them all.
You forgot “you find yourself saying ‘goram.'”
I remember a while back, before ever watching Firefly, people would assume I was a huge fan of it because of how often I used the word shiny as a general synonym for good.
And then I DID watch it, and it was fantastic. :3
The Tranquility node was almost “Serenity”, I think that was the highest-ranking suggestion after “Colbert”.
Eh, Tranquility is pretty close to Serenity.
Why “Colbert”? Unity, Destiny, and … Colbert. XD
He told his fans to submit his name in the online poll to name the module and they did. Realizing it would sound rather silly, NASA compromised by naming the module Tranquility and the treadmill inside “COLBERT” and designed a patch for it featuring Mr. Colbert’s face. If you know how big a space fan Mr. Colbert is, you can imagine how excited this made him.
*Wikipedias* And he’s a … TV host? SO MUCH WIN. You know you’ve succeeded in life when there is a space treadmill named after you.
Wait, you didn’t know who Stephen Colbert was?
… No. *hides in a box*
That’s fine, I don’t really watch his show either.
You know you’re addicted to Muse when, having once accidentally left a library book in your theater class over the weekend, you were only mildly worried (and retrieved it on Monday), but when you realize you left the latest issue of Muse there, you have a full-out panic attack, to the point where it impedes your conversations with your friends and you’re too panicked to run straight as you dash to the classroom from the other side of the campus as soon as the school day is over.
Guilty today. And I got one cake of a stitch in my side! (As a side note, that may have been my second-biggest panic attack in my entire life. Do you guys think I should get counseling?)
If you mean counseling for your Muse addiction, no. You have your priorities in better order than most people.
Panic attacks are serious, though. I don’t feel I know enough about the situation to give advice, but if panic attacks occur regularly, it could be worth looking into.
Skunk – Yes, that’s what I meant. I didn’t even realize it was possible to be so addicted to a magazine. I kind of worried myself. Thanks for the reassurance.
Bibliophile – Thank you for your concern, but thankfully no, they are not at all common.
Counseling shouldn’t be necessary, then, I’m pretty sure, unless it happens again.
Thank goodness.
You know you’re addicted to Doctor Who when you flip over a worksheet, intending to draw a Dalek on it, only to find that there is already a Dalek drawn on it.
What about if you see this in the recent comments and have to come to the thread it was posted on, having only read the word “dalek” in the entire section displayed?
(Oh no, wait. I forgot. That’s normal.)
By the way, I’ve done the same thing with personality cores and turrets, specifically a turret whose laser was pointing at the Companion Cube.
MY FRIEND IS ROLEPLAYING INSANE GAMZEE
AND WE ARE ON A KILLIN SPREE
Guess what I’m addicted to????????
H3H3.
Here is a one-year-late “HeCk YeS”.
You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when you first hear the meme “The cake is a lie” and think it’s MB-based.
A variation of this is “the cake is a pie.”
You know you’re addicted to modern music when listening to two not very good instrumentalists practice completely different things at the same time makes you really, really happy.
Or when you realize that you can’t remember the last time you listened to a song under seven minutes. I’m not that far gone, but I understand how it happens.
You know you’re addicted to cheesecake when you’ve made a movie about it. (39 seconds still counts as a movie, right?)
*blushes guiltily*
You know you’re addicted to Doctor Who when you realize you’ve forgotten how to speak in an American accent because you’ve consumed so much of it in the past few days.
Or when Matt Smith’s voice starts narrating your every action.
You know you’re addicted to the MuseBlog family when you get the urge to PROPOSE TO EVERYONE
and to prevent yourself from having too many fiancees to count, you propose a dozen times to one person instead
and you spend your time daydreaming about making engagement rings.
(glittery, papery, plasticky, slimy, highlitery)
^Cskia is guilty
Also, if you tried to make a chart of the complex relationships. And failed, of course, but oh well…
You know you’re addicted to Doctor Who when:
-Your sister turns on the TV while you’re making pancakes and you run into the TV room because you think you heard Matt Smith’s voice.
-You realize that not only was it really Matt Smith you heard, the TV had been turned on halfway through “Vampires of Venice” and by the time you realize you should be back at the stove, the pancake you were making has burned completely black.
-While you continue cooking, you absentmindedly explain everything your Doctor Who-deprived sister comments on (Signora Caliverri’s species, the reason for her headdress, who Amy and Rory are, etc.).
-When your sister is ready to start cooking the eggs (they take so little time to cook that she had to wait until the half of the pancakes were done), you insist she pause the TV so that the two of you miss as little as possible.
-When your mother enters the room and responds to your question as to why the TV had been on that channel when it was turned on by saying that she occasionally watches Doctor Who, you’re a little mad that she’d never told you before.
-The show progresses to the point that in can no longer stay paused, the only thing that keeps you from running back and forth between the TV and the kitchen so that you can at least catch snippets of it is the fact that the pancakes would burn.
-When the pancakes and eggs are done, request that your sister, your mother, and yourself watch the TV, which is now partway through the beginning of “Midnight”, while you eat.
-You explain everything that happened in “Midnight” up to the point that you’re watching (taking a small verbal detour to explain who Donna is even though she barely shows up) without even asking if your sister (to whom you were explaining it) wants to hear it.
-On finishing breakfast and only being slightly more than halfway through the episode, your mother has you turn off the TV and explains what the plans are for that day (we were going to leave soon to visit relatives). Your sister listens impatiently and turns back to you as soon as possible to ask you to finish summarizing the episode, and you get alnost all the way through your summary before you realize that that was the first time you ever tried to summarize something for her that she didn’t immediately tell you to shut up.
-You realize that this might mean your sister is interested in the show and may even become a Whovian hetself, and you metaphorically explode with joy.
Do I even need to say how guilty I am?
(We need a TARDIS smiley as well as that Space Squid smiley.)
You know you’re addicted to comic books when people talk about “Logan” and you think of Wolverine before you think of the airport. While in Boston.
You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when, in a virtual pet-breeding game, you breed an orange cat with another cat and get a brown cat, so you have to name it Chok.
Guilty.
You know you’re addicted to biology when you compare using a dichotomous chart to playing a video game that’s insanely difficult, but you just have to move on to the next level.
Guilty. Of course, I suppose it would be even more of a sign if I did it the other way around…
You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when you use double parentheses for out-of-character dialog in a roleplay on another site and automatically assume everyone knows that double parentheses means out-of-character.
Wait… They don’t?
(In my case, this isn’t necessarily addiction to MuseBlog. In my experience, that’s what it means even off-blog. Then again, the only off-blog roleplays I’ve even read part of, let alone participated in, with are on the ChatterBox, which has definitely been influenced by MuseBlog; it’s possible they picked it up from us).
You know you’re addicted to invertebrate biology when you’re reading fanfiction, and you normally do your best to avoid reading ads, but one catches your eye because it includes a picture of a caterpillar (or is it a centipede?), and you read it because you’re interested in how invertebrates are portrayed in popular media. You’re confused to discover that it’s for MRI scans and wonder what the cake that picture is doing there, but you dismiss it and go back to reading fanfiction. As you visit the pages of various chapters, the ad keeps popping up, and you keep wondering what it’s about–until finally, you realize that it’s actually part of a spine.
Guilty.
Aaaaand you know you’re addicted to Disney’s Beauty and the Beast when you’re reading fanfiction of something else for once (This time, it’s of a musical you haven’t even finished watching yet; did I mention it’s also a crossover with various TV shows I haven’t seen at all?) and have to suppress a giggle (it being 3:37 AM) when you read “What do you mean, she’s not coming?!†even though it’s entirely coincidental and makes perfect sense in contact. Then again, this is the person who, as I’ve already mentioned, hears, “That’s nice,” and has to suppress the urge to shout, “Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!” to whoever happens to be in the room.
Then again, it’s 3:37 AM; I’d probably have to suppress a giggle at anything.
Also, you know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when you’re learning about passive voice in English, and you’re given a worksheet where you have to change it to active, and there’s one sentence where the agent isn’t given, so you ask if you should just make up an agent, and the teacher says yes, so the revised sentence reads, “Agent Lightning asked the survey participants about their recent changes in political affiliation.” (Unfortunately, I only got an opportunity for that once, or I’d have put Agent Hippie in there, too).
Tee hee. I’m flattered.
And you know you’re addicted to Harry Potter when you’re reading (non-Potter) fanfiction again (I kid you not), and the word ‘pure-blooded’ appears, and it makes perfect sense in context, but you still snicker and start coming up with crossovers in your mind.
I still think the lack of sleep might have something to do with all this, though.
You know you’re addicted to Homestuck when you start doodling a fantroll in your chemistry notebook rather than taking notes on titrations. (This still being chemistry class, the fantroll is wearing a lab coat and holding a beaker.)
You know you’re addicted to languages when you’re watching a foreign-language opera with English subtitles, and you had no intention of trying to learn the language or anything, but you keep going, “Ooh! Does ‘vicina’ mean nearby? That would make so much sense!” and so on.
You know you’ve spent too much time laying out a newspaper when you start reading a book with very small print and your first thought is “press Ctrl-+!”
You know you’re addicted to Homestuck when
-it’s 4:13 PM and you stare at the clock until it changes.
-your trombone is in your strife specibus.
-you can’t look at a bucket without feeling slightly uncomfortable.
-you ship two real-life people in a kismessitude.
-every time someone mentions hipsters you think of Eridan
-you get a laugh out of the daily horoscopes relating them to the trolls
I wonder what it says about me that I wanted to go to The Site That Shall Not Be Named and ended up at Dictionary.com instead…
…that you’re awesome?
Oh, do you mean to imply that this has happened to you, then?
You know you’re addicted to Wonderland (the musical) when you find it hilarious when someone uses the Shakespeare quote, “Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once,” in any context.
You know you’re addicted to acting when staying away from the stage too long has all the same symptoms of staying away from books too long, only a little milder.
You know you’ve been listening to The Phantom of the Opera too much and too late at night when you wake up absentmindedly singing, “I remember there was mist, swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake…”
…I’m not really sure how that happened.
I wonder what it says about me that I tried to type “polling” into the searchbar and ended up typing “plotting” instead.
You know you’ve been watching too many… unconventional cartoons when you watch a cartoon that has occasional lapses into normalcy, and there’s this improbably adorable creature that’s trying really hard to achieve a really simple goal, and highly improbable circumstances keep interfering, and en keeps downright miraculously surviving, and you’re so Wrong Genre Savvy that at the end, you’re surprised when en actually succeeds and doesn’t turn out to have been secretly evil or finally have probability catch up to en and die already or something you couldn’t even predict. Bonus points if you’re actually disappointed because what kind of ending is that.
You know you read too much Homestuck when you accidentally give your birthday as 4/13 at the doctor’s office. (In my defense, it is only two days off from mine)
You know you’re addicted to Museblog when you see a poem about evil bunnies and immediately start wondering if you’ve found another Muser.
You know you’re addicted to Metallica when ‘Harvester of Sorrow’ makes you happy.
And, you know you’re addicted to Museblog when, everyone you meet – all of your friends – you wonder if they’ve seen you on the ‘blog, and if so… under what username…