Internet Addiction By Any Other Name
About five years ago I mistakenly took a job at a company where I didn't have the Internet, I was desperate, and I only lasted about a month. It didn't help that the job itself was deathly-dull (writing the manuals for insurance software), but not being able to check my emails all day was the real killer. This Easter I was away in Torquay, could get my emails and surf on my iPhone, but by Saturday morning the lack of full-screen internet was bugging me that much that I went and bought a 3G modem for my laptop.
In five years the level of online communication has increased and diversified for me to the extent that only the whole interweb will do, no portals, no walled gardens, not even the global instant-messaging of twitter via my mobile is enough constant information.
So, am I addicted to the internet?
I can't imagine what it was like before the internet - well I can. I used to gorge on magazines, fanzines, the music press especially. I'd do things like cut myself shaving because I'd have the NME propped up on the sink and my eyes on the latest thoughts from Ride (site is loud, beware) or These Animal Men.
My desire for knowledge doesn't make me bleed in the way it used to, but if the only thing keeping my attention on the blade is the lack of a waterproof internet device I think I may soon have to grow a beard. The problem with beards is that I have a very short memory for how I look with one - my thought process goes something like this: George Best looks good with a beard, maybe I'd look good with a beard, I'll grow a beard, oh I just look like a ginger Bill Oddie.
As an aside, I have a similar problem with orange juice and rice krispies: I like rice krispies, I like orange juice, I wonder if orange juice instead of milk would work, no it doesn't. Those are the only two though, I usually have a good ratio of learning from my mistakes - never will I watch an episode of Two Pints... again.
Bobbie Johnson, technology correspondent for The Guardian, says it doesn't matter, that it's just words: "we rarely talk about people being "book addicts" - we say "book worms". He implies that it's the suspicion of the internet rather than the amount of time, that is causing people to talk about it being a problem.
And I think he's right. If I was getting my information from books I'd just be a voracious reader. If you watch a lot of films you're a "buff", a lot of plays you're cultured. Maybe we just need a better word for "internet buffs" - and preferably something that doesn't make any play on The Matrix, or the "web", highways super or otherwise, surfing, or cyber-anything.
Let's start here, we could get it in the next OED...
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Well if book fans can have a worm, web fans could have a creature too. Alliteration is always good, how about 'web wombat' or 'web wallaby'? Too many syllables maybe, so 'web whale' (nah) or 'web wolf' (too agressive?). Er, 'net newt'? noooo
How about 'webwit' (too much like nitwit?!) or plain old 'webber'? or maybe a brand new word like um, oh I give up...
Give the technological leap could we call web addicts "bounders"?
I like insects and iguanas.
But on the question of a name for web surfers - how about "breakers"?
It is linked to surfing (waves) and innovation (breaking new ground).
My wife (Mrs Belm) calls me her "online oryx", but that could just be a personal type thing.
I've not heard it yet. Hoping for something both geeky and dynamic.
Maybe we could come up with a collective noun more easily.