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Signs that you've had too much of the 90's

  • You just tried to enter your password on the microwave.

  • You now think of three espressos as "getting wasted."

  • You haven't played solitaire with a real deck of cards in years.

  • You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.

  • You call your son's beeper to let him know it's time to eat. He e-mails you back from his bedroom, "What's for dinner?"

  • Your daughter sells Girl Scout Cookies via her web site.

  • You chat several times a day with a stranger from South Africa, but you haven't spoken with your next door neighbor yet this year.

  • You didn't give your valentine a card this year, but you posted one for your e-mail buddies via a web page.

  • Your daughter just bought a CD of all the records your college roommate used to play.

  • You check the ingredients on a can of chicken noodle soup to see if it contains echinacea.

  • You check your blow dryer to see if it's Y2K compliant.

  • Your grandmother clogs up your e-mail inbox, asking you to send her a JPEG file of your newborn so she can create a screen saver.

  • You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home.

  • Every commercial on television has a web site address at the bottom of the screen.

  • You buy a computer and a week later it is out of date and now sells for half the price you paid.

  • The concept of using real money, instead of credit or debit, to make a purchase is foreign to you.

  • Cleaning up the dining room means getting the fast food bags out of the back seat of your car.

  • Your reason for not staying in touch with family is that they do not have e-mail addresses.

  • You consider second-day air delivery painfully slow.

  • Your dining room table is now your flat filing cabinet.

  • Your idea of being organized is multiple colored Post-it notes.

  • You hear most of your jokes via e-mail instead of in person.

 


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Thomas Bätzler, Thomas@Baetzler.de
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