Signs That You've Had TOO MUCH Of The 90's
** You try 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 3.
** You e-mail your son in his room to tell him that dinner is ready, and he
emails you back "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 to your next door neighbor yet this year.
** You didn't give your valentine a card this year, but you posted one for
your email buddies via a Web page.
** Your daughter just bought on CD all the records your college roommate
used to play that you most despised.
** 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** You buy a computer and a week later it is out of date and now sells for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.
** Your reason for not staying in touch with family is that they do not have
e-mail addresses.
** You consider 2nd day air delivery painfully slow.
** Your idea of being organized is multiple colored post-it notes.
** You hear most of your jokes via email instead of in person.
How To Tell If You Might Be A "High-Tech" Redneck
If your e-mail address ends in ". over.yonder.com"
If you connect to the World Wide Web via a "Down Home Page"
If the bumper sticker on your truck says "My other computer is a
laptop"
If your laptop has a sticker that says "Protected by Smith and
Wesson"
If you've ever doubled the value of your truck by installing a
cellular phone....
W H Y C O P S H A T E Y O U <<<<&l <
-if you have to ask get out of the way-
Have you ever been stopped by a traffic cop and, while he was
writing a ticket or giving you a warning, you got the feeling that
he would just love to yank you out of the car, right through the
window, and smash your face into the front fender?...