Alternate fishing
For several hours, I’ve been watching other people fishing. For catfish. Not a species I think much about, usually. Wait… not real catfish. The other kind. I’ll explain.
The meme On the Internet, nobody knows you’re a dog is important. Go ahead, check out the cartoon. Read the article. And then, come visit the world at large. Where nobody knows who you really are. Particularly in the world of online relations, where a photo, a description, whatever can be produced and reproduced. Someone had the bright idea to produce a documentary called Catfish. Nothing to do with Siluriformes.
Earlier this season, part of the plot line of Glee dealt with the idea that you could “string” someone alone, using a false identity. I suppose it happens (I’m not part of the social profile that attracts such attention). People want to believe. And when you want to believe, the usual common sense filtering goes out the window. We’ve been watching a series of relationships, based on disinformation. The docuementary crew takes the time to investigate what a person “knows”, and then using basic research skills, the real back story is uncovered. For better or worse.
Some touching moments. Some less so (sleaze is less charming). And even if son #2 finds that we’re ruining brain cells by watching MTV…
Enough of that. I went to the vet, this morning, to refill a prescription for the dog. Pill popper that he is. My question about the price point (not spoken) was easy to research; there is a thriving online pharmaceutical industry, and dogs are just part of the business plan.
