There’s a new virus on campus, and it’s worse than Facebook and MySpace combined.

It’s adding to your professors’ plight of trying to get you to focus during your lecture in Reavis 203.

This virus doesn’t eat your computer, though. It’s worse. It’s highly unproductive, extremely addictive and the newest example of how the Internet wastes your life.

It’s Sporcle, the online quiz site that lets you test your knowledge on everything from the most populous U.S. cities to the names of all 11 “America’s Next Top Model” winners.

It sounds innocent. It sounds as if it’s merely trying to help you expand your intellect while testing your Academy Award history knowledge. It sounds like the next generation of sites, such as tickle.com, which are likewise solely based on quizzes.

Nope. Wrong. It’s much, much worse.

Never visit Sporcle.com at work. Like I said before, your productivity will plummet, and your superiors will hate you … unless they’re addicted to Sporcle too.

Worse case scenario: Sporcle sucks both you and your boss into its addictive web of quiz-taking and sooner rather than later, you’ll have a Michael Scott-of-a-boss on your hands, berating you for not correctly naming the third-largest city in Idaho.

That or the next time you walk up to his or her office, you discover you can’t talk to them without interrupting their recitation of the names of all nine planets. You could try getting them to answer your question, but you’d only be met with a stare that screams “how could you be so ignorant as to interrupt me,” prompting you to scamper away as quickly and quietly as possible.

It’s a vicious, horribly tempting cycle to fall victim to. You’re sitting, not doing anything, waiting around, and you think you could probably get in a couple Sporcle quizzes during your downtime.

Don’t even go there. Don’t think about it. Don’t even mention its name. It’s like the plague but for your brain.

It’s worse than Facebook. Facebook stalking used to be the bored man’s pleasure, but true that is no longer.

Step aside book of faces; you’re so 2008.