I haven't died

So Ashley and I were chilling out in the TV room a couple of nights ago, watching the news. Our house watches the news fairly regularly, since we've only got two glorious channels of antenae-fed televational goodness. Actually, it'd be more appropriate to say that we've got 1.5 channels, since the sound on one of them often freaks out and starts buzzing really loudly for no apparent reason. It's baffling, since it's the CBC station that does this, and the CBC building, with its 20-foot broadcast dish, is located a hundred yards down the road -- so go figure. If you ever stop by our house, there's a good chance that you'll find a buzzing television and at least one person literally yelling at it. I don't think I've ever cursed with so much conviction as I've done when I'm watching that goddamn TV...

So anyway, Ashley and I were watching a news story and Alisha comes down into the room. She glances at the screen, then goes "Oh this guy! He's like 19 now? Started when he was 14 years old, right?"

Ashley and I both: "Yeah..."

"Yeah, I've seen some of his stuff before."

Blank looks from Ashley and me.

"Huh, what? No? What's this kid do then?"

We looked at each other, then back at Alisha, who was keeping a straight face and apparently being serious. Then Ashley answered:

"Umm... child pornography."

Anyway, I'm not sure who Alisha thought he actually was (cause I was laughing as she tried to explain), but she'd coincidentally nailed all the facts on the kid who, testifying at an Online Child Safety hearing, had formerly been mixed up in the kiddie porn business.

I found it funny. The misunderstanding, that is -- not the child pornstar...