So, get in with me, if you will, to the way back machine and we’ll travel back about 20 years to like 1998. I’m still intermittently attending UW Madison while working and make friends with a Ph.d student named Joe. One night, Joe presents me with the abstract for his thesis, the main idea of which is artificial intelligence, or AI for short, and I have no comprehension of what I am reading. To me, this was some science fiction crap and I just didn’t get it.
Fast forward back to today, our world where the second you change your Facebook status from in a relationship to single, your banner ads are suddenly for dating websites. You mention a Five Guys Milkshake while on the phone with your friend and BAM! the next day, there is an ad for it. We all know that these ads are not merely coincidences, and at times, it gets super creepy. Like to the point where I kind of want to go to Best Buy to Google stuff on the sample computers so I don’t start seeing ads for it on my computer.
So in November, my friend Jenny, who is often a source for the hi-jinks in my life, introduced me to a TV show called Love after Lockup. It is by far one of the best bad reality shows. The premise of the show is couples who meet on inmate.com (yeah, that’s a thing) and begin dating while one person is prison. Their courtship consists of letters, phone calls, sending money, the occasional jail visit and of course, declarations of love and promises of marriage once the inmate is released. The show follows them as they figure out life together with them both on the outside. I hate to admit this, but it’s like a good train wreck and you just can’t look away. (Kind of in the same way watching Hoarders makes your house feel clean) I can’t even believe this show is a thing and start telling people about it, because it’s practically unbelievable. ( it’s on WE by the way)
In what I can only figure is a cosmic misuse of AI, shortly after my obsession goes full speed on this show, I get an unsolicited letter in the mail from an inmate at Fox Lake Correctional who allegedly got my name and address from some newspaper which I don’t quite understand but that is neither here nor there.
His letter is quite polite but the whole thing is incredibly unfathomable at the same time. He does talk about how to find him on Facebook, which I never did because we all know, once you troll someone, you show up as someone they “might know” and a friend suggestion and I didn’t want that. My friends looked for me. 🙂
Below are some pictures so that you can share in this experience with me. I underlined some interesting info as well as how to find him on Facebook if you are so inclined. And no, I did not write him back.