Obsessions
O so entertaining... and sadly true. That ringtone, it gets me everytime.
You Know You're Addicted to Alias When...
At every fast food joint you go to, you order "the special, no pickles" regardless of the fact that you LIKE pickles.
You believe wearing a colorful wig and tight clothing can help you get away with anything.
You check the sides of old book pages for Russian characters.
Every time you see a black Mercedes, it reminds you of Sark.
You notice every Ford Focus on the road.
You use the phrase "There are just so many problems with this..." at every possible opportunity.
You have suspicions that your spouse may actually be a double.
Your non- Alias obsessed friends (like you have any of those left! Hah!) refuse to talk to you about Italians, prophecies, pickles, wigs, parent/daughter relationships, spies or anything else that might lead to a discussion about Alias.
You actually BUY a blue Ford Focus. (With gold rims, of course)
You wonder if Sark actually could be Irina's son.
You develop opinions and theories about this and other unanswered facets of the show, and spend a large amount of time formulating arguments for both sides of the debate...
The main question you ask yourself shopping is "Would Sydney wear something like this?"
You have seen every episode. Ever. More than 5 times a piece.
You went to see Daredevil just for Jennifer Garner.
You flip out when you see Michael Vartan in One Hour Photo married to someone else.
The mention of weddings, rings, or two years just gets you incredibly ticked off.
After getting a bad grade on a paper you tell your friend about your professor saying "legally he's right, ethically he's an ass."
If the topic of TV shows comes up, you automatically ask the person "Do you watch Alias?" and if they say they've never heard of it... you immediately end the conversation.
You hear the songs played in the show.. and you instinctively listen for the lines of the characters.. and know precisely when their lines occurred in the song.
Your history teacher mentions something about the KGB.. and you suddenly think "Irina?"
You have a codename that people actually call you by.
You think having no first name is a perfectly acceptable thing.
Old Asian men in wheelchairs creep you out.
You will never view epoxy in the same way again.
You find yourself trying to find good, compelling reasons to sway your significant other that your next child/pet should be named "Irina" or "Sydney."
You feel aggravated and insulted when you watch the episode of "Frasier" where Victor Garber plays Dr. Crane's British butler. ("Years of agent training and experience, wasted...")
You feel a strange urge to bite Mike Tyson's ear off every time you think of "Jimmy Kimmel Live."
Whenever you hear a truly interesting song, you immediately think of how that song would fit into a scene from Alias.
You find yourself criticizing the REAL CIA based solely on your knowledge of Alias.
You think Jerry Springer's guests have boring, uncomplicated family/friend relationships and easy, simple-to-fix personal problems.
You become incredibly irritated when people say, "That girl Sydney, doesn't she really report to someone else?" and can tell them exactly how many episodes behind the times they are.
You begin fantasizing about planting listening devices on your significant other's work clothes, just to see if you can find anything exciting/spy-worthy.
You know what J/I, S/V, S/W, Sarkney, Slark, slash, and shipper are, and have opinions on all of them.
Every time you hear the Nokia ringtone, you get excited even though there's no way it could be Vaughn.
You look for air vents you could crawl into incase of an emergency.
On Monday morning instead of saying "hello" to your friend you just say "Did you SEE VAUGHN'S BOXERS???"
The only people you have on your AIM buddy list are people you've met through Alias
When you begin to doze off in history class and only snap back to attention when the teacher uses the words "Alliance" or "Covenant."
You record every episode, then go out and buy the DVDs as well.
You dream about Irina Derevko at least once a week.
Sweiss does not sound like a candy bar to you
You assume that anyone who wears dark eyeliner is evil.
You meet a nice person and immediately become suspicious of their motives.
You constantly try to figure out ways to get Jack and Irina back together.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Alias.
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You Know You're Addicted to LotR When...
You start quoting from the movie as part of regular conversation.
You like to tell your mom that you are hungry by quoting: "Merry, I'm hungry."
She used to just laugh, but now she says, "What would you like to eat, Pippin?"
You continually ask your parents for second breakfast.
All the staff at your local cinema knows you by your first name and even before you open your mouth to speak, they say "Ticket for 'Fellowship of The Ring?'"
You hate Burger King food, butyou ate nothing else for a month to get the toys.
You've crammed up your computer's memory by downloading every single screensaver from www.LordoftheRings.net
You wander around the house in a knee length nightie, pyjama trousers and an unfastened dressing gown (to give you a train). You are trying to be an elf, and actually manage to forget that the nightie is blue with dolphins, the trousers have teddies on and the dressing gown is tartan.
Your Lord of the Rings shirt has not yet met the washing machine.
You don't have enough money to buy groceries for the next week before payday, yet you charge £50 on your credit card to get a three year charter membership in the official LOTR fan club. Who needs food anyway?
You refer to parts of your town as parts of Middle-Earth.
You wear hobbitish clothing as part of your normal wardrobe.
You sometimes let your hair go curly after a wash, and then run around the house in bare feet yelling "I'm a hobbit!"
You hate it when Elves are only thought of as 'Santa's little helpers' and have tried to explain the difference between Santa-elves and Syrian Elves to your 5-year old cousins.
You speak in Quenya just to annoy your friends.
You refer to regular elephants as oliphaunts.
While buttering a piece of bread, you suddenly think of Bilbo (remember when he was talking to Gandalf about feeling tired) saying that he felt 'like butter spread over too much bread.'
You renamed your car the Wraith-mobile.
You have a replica of The One Ring.
You are beginning to resemble a panda due to the fact that you've stayed up until 2 am reading and re-reading the great books.
You actually managed to read the Silmarillion without being tempted to give up on this whole middle earth malarkey.
You now have a lifetime fear of black horses!
You haven't removed the soundtrack from your CD player since you bought it.
You have sssudenly developed a hisssing lisssp every time you sssay the letter ssss.
You have looked both on the net and in the phone book to see if archery and sword fighting lessions are offered in your area.
You have begun calling your husband / wife / girlfriend/ boyfriend / animal or kid my precioussss.
You happily traveled over an hour to the next town to see "it" because that theater has a better sound system than the one 5 minutes down the road.
You have called every theatrical or specialty makeup company in town looking for pointy ear or hairy feet prosthetics.
You've worn your plastic "one ring" that came on your Legolas bookmark so much the gold is completely worn off.
You've begun drafting a letter to the Webster's dictionary people requesting that they include "Ringers" in their next edition.
At Christmas time relatives find you chatting with the tree and sharing eggnog draughts
Single ads with the description," short plump and big hairy feet" seem much more appealing.
You know The LoTR history better then your family history.
You have a mouse named Frodo, a bird named Gollum, and a dog named Gandalf. And that cat that keeps coming around to be petted is Legolas.
You know Elvish better then English.
Whenever something goes wrong, it's Sauron's fault.
When you sing in the shower, it's always about Gil-Galad or hobbit walking songs...
You know everything about Middle Earth geography, but you can't get someone from your house to the ice cream parlor. Now the nearest movie theater, that is a different story.
You think the names of the 7 dwarves from Snow White are: Gimli, Gloin, Thorin, Gili, Nili, Ori, and Bambour.
You have developed your own special Tolkien handwriting. "A firm, flowing script..."
Words like "Yrch" make sense to you.
You've become strangely obsessed with mushrooms.
Whenever you close a door, you say "They have a cave troll!"
When you come to a dead end you're still convinced that the road goes ever on and on.
There's a sign on your door saying "Speak Friend and enter!"
Whenever you get a chance, you burst into song. Preferably one that has more than 20 verses.
You change your name by deed poll to a Tolkien character and seriously consider naming your children after LOTR characters.
Every time you see birds in the sky you have the urge to say "Fly you fools!"
When someone knocks on your door you grab them, pull them inside and ask "Are you frightend?... Not nearly frightend enough!"
Your computer's screensaver is a marquee reading, "Ennyn Durin atan Moria: pedo mellon a mino" and the password is actually "mellon".
You cannot see a beer without blurting out "It comes in pints? I'm getting one!"
You just can't keep yourself from saying "nobody tosses a Dwarf" at inappropriate moments.
A shadow and a threat is growing in your mind.
You now referring to your friends as your 'Fellowship' and insist that you have epic adventures.
You stand in the doorway and tell your cat that he 'Can not pass'.
You wash your face in the sink and expect to see things that are, that have been or that will be.
Your wedding band has started to weigh you down with it's evil powers.
Spending $35 at the grocery store seems expensive but its Perfectly fine to spend $70 on the Hardcover LOTR book with Alan Lee Illustrations.
You start keeping a LOTR Journal to write poems and inklings in.
You face every difficult decision with the thought "now what would Gandalf advise me to do?"
You know what Entmoot, Ent draught, or an Ent is for that matter
You've gained 20 pounds because you've started eating a "Second Breakfast"
A walking stick... you never leave home with out it.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Lord of the Rings.
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You Know You're Addicted to Alias When...
At every fast food joint you go to, you order "the special, no pickles" regardless of the fact that you LIKE pickles.
You believe wearing a colorful wig and tight clothing can help you get away with anything.
You check the sides of old book pages for Russian characters.
Every time you see a black Mercedes, it reminds you of Sark.
You notice every Ford Focus on the road.
You use the phrase "There are just so many problems with this..." at every possible opportunity.
You have suspicions that your spouse may actually be a double.
Your non- Alias obsessed friends (like you have any of those left! Hah!) refuse to talk to you about Italians, prophecies, pickles, wigs, parent/daughter relationships, spies or anything else that might lead to a discussion about Alias.
You actually BUY a blue Ford Focus. (With gold rims, of course)
You wonder if Sark actually could be Irina's son.
You develop opinions and theories about this and other unanswered facets of the show, and spend a large amount of time formulating arguments for both sides of the debate...
The main question you ask yourself shopping is "Would Sydney wear something like this?"
You have seen every episode. Ever. More than 5 times a piece.
You went to see Daredevil just for Jennifer Garner.
You flip out when you see Michael Vartan in One Hour Photo married to someone else.
The mention of weddings, rings, or two years just gets you incredibly ticked off.
After getting a bad grade on a paper you tell your friend about your professor saying "legally he's right, ethically he's an ass."
If the topic of TV shows comes up, you automatically ask the person "Do you watch Alias?" and if they say they've never heard of it... you immediately end the conversation.
You hear the songs played in the show.. and you instinctively listen for the lines of the characters.. and know precisely when their lines occurred in the song.
Your history teacher mentions something about the KGB.. and you suddenly think "Irina?"
You have a codename that people actually call you by.
You think having no first name is a perfectly acceptable thing.
Old Asian men in wheelchairs creep you out.
You will never view epoxy in the same way again.
You find yourself trying to find good, compelling reasons to sway your significant other that your next child/pet should be named "Irina" or "Sydney."
You feel aggravated and insulted when you watch the episode of "Frasier" where Victor Garber plays Dr. Crane's British butler. ("Years of agent training and experience, wasted...")
You feel a strange urge to bite Mike Tyson's ear off every time you think of "Jimmy Kimmel Live."
Whenever you hear a truly interesting song, you immediately think of how that song would fit into a scene from Alias.
You find yourself criticizing the REAL CIA based solely on your knowledge of Alias.
You think Jerry Springer's guests have boring, uncomplicated family/friend relationships and easy, simple-to-fix personal problems.
You become incredibly irritated when people say, "That girl Sydney, doesn't she really report to someone else?" and can tell them exactly how many episodes behind the times they are.
You begin fantasizing about planting listening devices on your significant other's work clothes, just to see if you can find anything exciting/spy-worthy.
You know what J/I, S/V, S/W, Sarkney, Slark, slash, and shipper are, and have opinions on all of them.
Every time you hear the Nokia ringtone, you get excited even though there's no way it could be Vaughn.
You look for air vents you could crawl into incase of an emergency.
On Monday morning instead of saying "hello" to your friend you just say "Did you SEE VAUGHN'S BOXERS???"
The only people you have on your AIM buddy list are people you've met through Alias
When you begin to doze off in history class and only snap back to attention when the teacher uses the words "Alliance" or "Covenant."
You record every episode, then go out and buy the DVDs as well.
You dream about Irina Derevko at least once a week.
Sweiss does not sound like a candy bar to you
You assume that anyone who wears dark eyeliner is evil.
You meet a nice person and immediately become suspicious of their motives.
You constantly try to figure out ways to get Jack and Irina back together.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Alias.
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You Know You're Addicted to LotR When...
You start quoting from the movie as part of regular conversation.
You like to tell your mom that you are hungry by quoting: "Merry, I'm hungry."
She used to just laugh, but now she says, "What would you like to eat, Pippin?"
You continually ask your parents for second breakfast.
All the staff at your local cinema knows you by your first name and even before you open your mouth to speak, they say "Ticket for 'Fellowship of The Ring?'"
You hate Burger King food, butyou ate nothing else for a month to get the toys.
You've crammed up your computer's memory by downloading every single screensaver from www.LordoftheRings.net
You wander around the house in a knee length nightie, pyjama trousers and an unfastened dressing gown (to give you a train). You are trying to be an elf, and actually manage to forget that the nightie is blue with dolphins, the trousers have teddies on and the dressing gown is tartan.
Your Lord of the Rings shirt has not yet met the washing machine.
You don't have enough money to buy groceries for the next week before payday, yet you charge £50 on your credit card to get a three year charter membership in the official LOTR fan club. Who needs food anyway?
You refer to parts of your town as parts of Middle-Earth.
You wear hobbitish clothing as part of your normal wardrobe.
You sometimes let your hair go curly after a wash, and then run around the house in bare feet yelling "I'm a hobbit!"
You hate it when Elves are only thought of as 'Santa's little helpers' and have tried to explain the difference between Santa-elves and Syrian Elves to your 5-year old cousins.
You speak in Quenya just to annoy your friends.
You refer to regular elephants as oliphaunts.
While buttering a piece of bread, you suddenly think of Bilbo (remember when he was talking to Gandalf about feeling tired) saying that he felt 'like butter spread over too much bread.'
You renamed your car the Wraith-mobile.
You have a replica of The One Ring.
You are beginning to resemble a panda due to the fact that you've stayed up until 2 am reading and re-reading the great books.
You actually managed to read the Silmarillion without being tempted to give up on this whole middle earth malarkey.
You now have a lifetime fear of black horses!
You haven't removed the soundtrack from your CD player since you bought it.
You have sssudenly developed a hisssing lisssp every time you sssay the letter ssss.
You have looked both on the net and in the phone book to see if archery and sword fighting lessions are offered in your area.
You have begun calling your husband / wife / girlfriend/ boyfriend / animal or kid my precioussss.
You happily traveled over an hour to the next town to see "it" because that theater has a better sound system than the one 5 minutes down the road.
You have called every theatrical or specialty makeup company in town looking for pointy ear or hairy feet prosthetics.
You've worn your plastic "one ring" that came on your Legolas bookmark so much the gold is completely worn off.
You've begun drafting a letter to the Webster's dictionary people requesting that they include "Ringers" in their next edition.
At Christmas time relatives find you chatting with the tree and sharing eggnog draughts
Single ads with the description," short plump and big hairy feet" seem much more appealing.
You know The LoTR history better then your family history.
You have a mouse named Frodo, a bird named Gollum, and a dog named Gandalf. And that cat that keeps coming around to be petted is Legolas.
You know Elvish better then English.
Whenever something goes wrong, it's Sauron's fault.
When you sing in the shower, it's always about Gil-Galad or hobbit walking songs...
You know everything about Middle Earth geography, but you can't get someone from your house to the ice cream parlor. Now the nearest movie theater, that is a different story.
You think the names of the 7 dwarves from Snow White are: Gimli, Gloin, Thorin, Gili, Nili, Ori, and Bambour.
You have developed your own special Tolkien handwriting. "A firm, flowing script..."
Words like "Yrch" make sense to you.
You've become strangely obsessed with mushrooms.
Whenever you close a door, you say "They have a cave troll!"
When you come to a dead end you're still convinced that the road goes ever on and on.
There's a sign on your door saying "Speak Friend and enter!"
Whenever you get a chance, you burst into song. Preferably one that has more than 20 verses.
You change your name by deed poll to a Tolkien character and seriously consider naming your children after LOTR characters.
Every time you see birds in the sky you have the urge to say "Fly you fools!"
When someone knocks on your door you grab them, pull them inside and ask "Are you frightend?... Not nearly frightend enough!"
Your computer's screensaver is a marquee reading, "Ennyn Durin atan Moria: pedo mellon a mino" and the password is actually "mellon".
You cannot see a beer without blurting out "It comes in pints? I'm getting one!"
You just can't keep yourself from saying "nobody tosses a Dwarf" at inappropriate moments.
A shadow and a threat is growing in your mind.
You now referring to your friends as your 'Fellowship' and insist that you have epic adventures.
You stand in the doorway and tell your cat that he 'Can not pass'.
You wash your face in the sink and expect to see things that are, that have been or that will be.
Your wedding band has started to weigh you down with it's evil powers.
Spending $35 at the grocery store seems expensive but its Perfectly fine to spend $70 on the Hardcover LOTR book with Alan Lee Illustrations.
You start keeping a LOTR Journal to write poems and inklings in.
You face every difficult decision with the thought "now what would Gandalf advise me to do?"
You know what Entmoot, Ent draught, or an Ent is for that matter
You've gained 20 pounds because you've started eating a "Second Breakfast"
A walking stick... you never leave home with out it.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Lord of the Rings.
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