When typing in a forum, website, or IM, you try to italicize your text with `i.....

Your mouse breaks, but you find an alternate way of using the internet, just for II's sake.

Didn't want to start a thread just for this, but for all the kat-lovers:
http://www.youtube.com/user/TheRealBradNeely#p/u/48/APrBdP0bBJM

You see pig's ears for sale at a pet store, and have post-traumatic stress flashbacks of hammering for all you're worth while rivers of blood, gore, and tears run around your ankles

You have nightmares involving a large number of pigs, all of them missing their right ears, and all of them very, very angry at you.

(I may or may not have had this dream. It may or may not have been creepy as shit)

You have the urge to shout "Hedgehogs? HEDGEHOGS?" and do a dance when you run across the word in other contexts.

You are given a requisition for a medical procedure, and you stare blankly at it, uncomprehending. Isn't requisition money?

When there's twenty guests in your house... "That'd be a pan full of tasty meat." ... "And, come to think of it, I wouldn't have to spend req buying steaks for them then."

Followed by a multitude of thoughts about Inlaws.

When you are trying to avoid someone and when you run into them anyway, the phrase "You have failed to flee your opponent" appears on the inside of your eyelids

When you are trying to come up with a solution for a problem and find yourself thinking "You have encountered..."

Your first thought when you wake up is how many chronospheres you have saved up while sleeping

When you wake up, you expect to find something horrible licking your face

When you are tired but still need to do something, you find yourself thinking "New Day Menu..."

Your daily conversations and gossip revolve more around Island happenings than personal happenings.

Long one, more accurately, "You know you've been far too multimediamedia-exposed when"

You shouldn't play too much II and then play a bunch of Half Life 2, then go to the mall, then play more II, then go to sleep. Also, this is what onslaught has done to me.
The dream:

Trapped in a mall with several friends/family members, along with several notable IIslanders. Mall has 8 entrances, all blocked by guys with guns and gas masks under the command of a woman who looks remarkably like my idea of the Watcher. The time comes to bust out, at two entrances, manned by Avatar-style blue nekkid kittymorphs, one by headcrab-zombies, all chanting "Om nom nom nom Om nom nom nom ..."

Me: Wakes up like and prepares to find a nice quiet cave somewhere.

*Sigh*

I woke up this morning after being Joker-needled in the arm. My immediate response was "Seriously?"

Gotta get a life.

You have dreams about mutant animals and mechs that didn't exist yet in the Mass but now do.

What? Nobody else has these dreams?

You read a forum and try to "(G)o back to where you came from" to get back to the index...

You say something wrong in real life and blame typo gremlins for it.

I just bought some food from a small deli, selecting that particular shop because it was called "The Munchies". And I was disappointed to get only some chicken (that I had asked for), not 'a lean steak, as big as my head'. And I realized all that after I left the shop. Go figure.

... when you carry a coin or die with you to make decisions. The fancier the item, the better.

You log on at the end of the day, only to realize that you've gone through the entire day on the assumption that II is the real world and your life is a game.

...

Although to be fair, I hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night.