I was very upset to see Glenn Reynolds point out how true it is that "90% Of Waking Hours [are] Spent Staring At Glowing Rectangles."

So upset, in fact, that I decided to get up now. To get up out of my chair. To get up right now and go to the window. (That's because "I'm a human being, goddammit! And my life has value!")

No, I didn't get up to turn on the television, for you won't catch me spending the remaining 10% of my waking hours staring at glowing rectangles!

Rather, I got up and went over to the window to take a photo of one of my important hobbies, which I offer as proof:

Obviously, with a healthy and wholesome hobby like that, there's no way I can be said to be addicted to glowing rectangles, is there?