Tsundere (ツンデレ?, pronounced [tsɯndeɽe]) is a Japanese character development process that describes a person who is initially cold and even hostile towards another person before gradually showing his or her warm side over time. The word is derived from the terms tsun tsun (ツンツン?), meaning to turn away in disgust, and dere dere (デレデレ?) meaning to become ‘lovey dovey’. Source: Wikipedia
It amazes me what people pass on without fact-checking.
This habit is harmful. It perpetuates a culture of ignorance and credulity that makes people vulnerable when real threats come to their doorstep. It can also be used to attack people who have little or no connection to the story being told through pictures and unsubstantiated claims.
Here’s an example of a Facebook picture that could go horribly wrong. Look, a sad dog. Look, a licence plate number. Look, a claim that it was left outside by uncaring owners. Let’s bring these owners to justice by sharing! By the time this blog post was published, the below had already been shared over 1000 times.
Sounds like it makes sense, right? I mean, no one likes people who neglect their dogs by leaving them where they could get too hot or too cold. But how do you know that the picture is actually of a dog left alone in a vehicle? How do you know the license plate is even that of the car in question? How do you know that events happened in the way that the picture or caption says they did? Simple, without evidence, you don’t.
So, let’s say you share this photo and about 1000 other people share it, too. Then someone sees the car at a parking lot somewhere and decides to perform some vigilante justice. Sure, if events happened the way that people say they did, maybe it’s poetic justice. Maybe it’s not. You don’t know. Mr. Caped Crusader doesn’t know (and whether he cares is debatable).
Can you imagine what would happen if someone took a photo of you and attached it to the claim that people are looking for ‘wanted child molester John/Jane Doe’? That shit would get shared several hundred times because people don’t bother checking stuff. And it could quite possibly ruin an your life and prospects. The same goes for claims of abused dogs, etc.
If you want to post information implicating someone in a crime like animal abuse or whatever, be aware that without confirmed proof (legal judgments, news reports, etc), you could be the target of a lawsuit for defamation. If you include the person’s identifying information and imply that you want something bad to happen to them? Not really good for you.
Social media has certainly saved lives and brought criminals to justice. Just be aware of what you are sharing, where it came from and make sure that you’ve done your background research. It just takes a few clicks to confirm and perhaps an IM or email.
There’s a new site that’s causing a furor in the dogosphere: ServiceDogRegistration.org. It’s a site that will register any dog as a service dog. They don’t even need a skill-testing question. Since Tierce is my aversion therapy dog, I figured that he needed his own certification. Unfortunately, the cheapest option is $49.99 for a single…
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Tierce had his picture painted by LJ Phillips of the Skins and Under My Skin comics. This was because I won a contest for fan fiction and asked for a painting of the Internet’s snarkiest Shiba. This is the result! Pretty awesome, eh? You should totally check out her art. Because it’s awesome. And because Tierce told you to.
Tierce: I did not tell them to.
Me: Yes, you did.
Tierce: Why do I want to tell them to?
Me: Because the links lead to great, vast lands of cheese and unattended garbage bags.
Tierce: Yay! I endorse these links!
Me: So I won a fan fiction contest and I got a prize.
Tierce: A what? You made a fake fan?
Me: No, I wrote something that people liked and awarded me a prize for.
Tierce: Is it edible?
Tierce: Can you chew it?
Tierce: Can you tear it into little bits and eat some of them so they keep showing up in your poop for the next week or so?
Me: No! Ew!
Tierce: Then why should I be interested?
Me: I asked for a painting of you.
Tierce: Of me.
Tierce: Do I look noble and far-seeing?
Me: Yeah, but it’s only because I was waving a leaf at you when I took the picture she based the painting off of.
Tierce: What’s it look like?
Me: Take a look.
Tierce: Like I can see in two dimensions.
Me: Then I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it.
Tierce: Maybe she painted me with googly eyes. I’ll never know.
Me: Or with a cat. The world is full of possibilities.
Tierce: Please tell me I wasn’t drawn with a cat. It’s probably attacking me with pixelated claws.
Me: I’ll have to check it again.
Tierce: You know, it’s about time I had art made of me.
Me: Well, you didn’t really. I did that for you.
Tierce: Nobility often had art commissioned of them.
Me: That’s true, but-
Tierce: And it’s time that I started living in the manner to which I intend to become accustomed to.
Me: Whatever, Henry VIII. Just so you know, this is kind of a one-shot deal. I don’t win fan fiction contests by awesome artists all the time and even if I did, they aren’t going to be constantly painting my Shiba.
Tierce: To the keyboard! Make more fake fans, servant! The next portrait must show me defeating a cat!
Me: So, apparently you’re a person.
Tierce: You’re not marginalizing me by comparing Canis lupus familiarus shiba to Homo sapiens, are you?
Me: Well, a guy named Gregory Berns has been studying dogs with an M.R.I. scanner and he’s found that their emotional reactions to various stimuli are very similar to humans’.
Tierce: Ahuh. And what kind of duct-tape-and-muzzle scenario did they enact to get these dogs into that deathtrap?
Me: Don’t be so histrionic. They didn’t do anything. They just trained the dogs to get used to the M.R.I.
Me: Positive training.
Tierce: Hah, and they fell for that, the fools.
Me: You like clicker training.
Tierce: Just because I’ve learned to work with the system doesn’t mean I don’t know what you’re all trying to do.
Me: And what’s that?
Tierce: Mind control.
Me: Mind control.
Tierce: Yeah. You know, obedience and shit.
Me: Nooo… they were actually studying the dogs’ brains through the M.R.I. scanner. It was pretty interesting. You see, there’s something called the ‘caudate nucleus’ and-
Tierce: The cauda-wha?
Me: Caudate nucleus. It’s part of the brain. If you measure its activity, apparently you can get a good idea of what someone likes. It looks like they can measure and predict positive anticipation. So, if you’re in the M.R.I. and you see something you like, they can measure that. Not only that, they can, under certain circumstances, actually predict what you’ll like.
Tierce: Can’t you do that by, oh I don’t know, paying attention to the fact that I will do just about anything for cheese or that I think small children are the spawn of the Devil?
Me: You liked Sophie.
Tierce: Well, she was different. Anyway, we were talking about some guy trying to control dogs with a scanner that makes them activate a nuke in their brain to make them like things.
Me: No. In fact, that is pretty much the opposite of what we were talking about.
Tierce: Whatever. Go on.
Me: Uh, sure. Anyway, Berns’s theory is that because the caudate in dogs is activated by similar situations that would activate it in humans, he and his colleagues might be on the track to proving that emotions exist in dogs. Therefore, it makes sense to Berns that dogs are, on some level, beings like people; having emotions, intelligence and distinct personalities.
Tierce: I could’ve told him that. I’m very articulate.
Me: Yeah. Speaking of which, how about enlightening us all to the presence of emotions in dogs?
Tierce: How about hunger? Is hunger an emotion? Because, if so, I’m feeling pretty emotional right now.
Me: Not quite.
Tierce: Well, if this guy is using food to elicit a response in the curdle-
Tierce: Right. Whatever. Anyway, if he’s using hand signals to mean ‘Chow’s on!’ and there’s a response, then hunger is too an emotion.
Me: Your comprehension of the work these people are doing is… special.
Tierce: What’s special is that you’re not meeting my emotional needs.
Me: Well, we got quite a haul from that charity dog walk.
Mischa: Oh? What did you get?
Me: Won some kids’ dog books and a 33 pound bag of Go! dog food. And a pile of toothbrush chews.
Tierce: Can I have one?
Mischa: Are you sure that you should leave them on the coffee table?
Me: Tierce knows that he is not to touch anything on the coffee table.
Tierce: Well, I always thought of that rule as more of a guideline.
Me: But of the doggie treats which are in the midst of the coffee table, Julie hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.
THE NEXT DAY…
Me: Oh, Tierce… where art thou?
Tierce: Right here. Can I have some more treats?
Me: You ate of the coffee table. That was forbidden.
Tierce: That was last night and I’m still hungry. So. About those treats.
Me: I thought it was understood that you were not to touch anything on the coffee table.
Tierce: I heard those words. You didn’t really define what they meant.
Me: Well, if I were to go by tradition, I should kick you out the front door to make your own way in the cold, cruel world, stopping in every so often to randomly curse you.
Tierce: Didn’t I read something like that on the SPCA website? I think that’s against the law.
Me: But I’m your all-powerful deity. You should be cringing in fear of my wrath.
Tierce: Uh, yeah. Sure.
Me: Hang your head in shame!
Tierce: You know, I’ll be over here, chewing on this treat that I… found.
Me: On the coffee table?
Tierce: No, in the couch.
Me: I never put any of those on the couch.
Tierce: No, but I did. With you having all these delusions, one has to make provisions for the future.
Me: Tierce is really hungry lately.
Mischa: I think it’s the Prednisone he’s on.* Now that it’s fall, we can cut him down to 1 pill a day.
Me: That’s a good idea. Maybe then he won’t go on scavenging missions for our Wendy’s food wrappers.
Tierce: I’m hungry.
Me: How would you like a nice, crispy apple?
Tierce: Um. I want your Chinese food more.
Me: Just try it.
Mischa: Try eating a piece. I read somewhere that dogs prefer eating what they see people eat.
Me: I don’t think that me eating a piece of apple will convince Tierce to eat a piece of apple.
Mischa: Give him a piece.
Tierce: What’s this?
Me: The fount of all things good.
Mischa: It’s a yummy apple, Tierce.
Me: He’s not gonna eat it. He’s just pushing it around the floor with his nose… well, I’ll be damned.
Tierce: Well, it can’t be that bad. I mean, you ate it.
Me: Huh. Want another?
Me: I guess it really works.
Mischa: Bring the bowl into the living room. He won’t want to eat the slices when he gets a whiff of what we’re eating. But, if we hand him pieces of apple when he begs us for Chinese food, he won’t know the difference.
Me: Okay, that I don’t believe.
Tierce: That smells way better than this crispy shit. Can I have some of that?
Me: Uh, sure. Here you go.
Tierce: ‘Dis tastes a ‘ot ‘ike apple.
Me: It’s sweet and sour pork, I swear. Have another.
Tierce: Yay! Wait…
Me: I can’t believe this. He’s really buying it.
Mischa: I told you.
Tierce: You know, I think you’re trying to sell me something… I’m going over to see Mischa.
Mischa: Here you go.
Tierce: What’s that?
Mischa: Ginger beef.
Tierce: That smells a lot like apple.
Mischa: Well, it’s special ginger beef. Apple ginger beef.
Tierce: Well… okay.
Me: This is awesome. I can’t believe we haven’t tried this before. I’m going to try carrots next.
Tierce: I hate carrots.
*Tierce is on Vanectyl-P for his seasonal allergies, which are vicious. Yes, we’ve changed his diet. Multiple times. Yes, we’ve tried Atopica. Yes, we’ve had him tested. This is just what works. For now. Yes, I am aware of the health issues. Why, yes, I have gotten lectured by multiple people about how it’s evil and bad and will kill him some day.
You can find the Dead Dog Prop at FrightProps.com. The publicity has been pretty good for sales, they report.
Walmart Dead Dog Prop – now down! However, I just found out that Amazon is selling it. The reviews are great, though. 1 star, all away across the board. UPDATE: The Amazon site is now down, which is a pity, because the reviews really were hilarious.
Um. Yeah. I was going to post a picture of the aforementioned dead dog prop, but I figured that it would be a little sick-making for some of our viewers. Namely, me.
Tierce: So it’s a fake skinned dog that was run over by a truck?
Me: That’s pretty much it, yeah.
Tierce: Why do you care? It doesn’t smell real.
Me: Humans mainly use their eyes to make judgements about their world, so it’s a bit too hardcore for most dog lovers.
Tierce: What if it were a human corpse?
Me: Hah! That would be awesome.
Tierce: Aren’t you being a little hypocritical?
Me: How? How is a human corpse in your yard on Halloween not funny?
Tierce: I’m just going to stand here until you replay your last statement.
Me: Oh. Right. But I’m not hypocritical. If I saw a real human corpse in the yard, I would be very upset.
Tierce: But you’re okay with skeletons and zombies and other references to human death and horror.
Me: Zombies are pretty cool. Don’t you love this awesome hat?
Me: Don’t mock the Zombieland hat.
Tierce: You see? You’re all wigged out about this stupid fake dead dog, but you’ll happily spread fake human corpses all over your property and celebrate them on your clothing. Hypocrite.
Me: I prefer to think of it as ‘selectively concerned’.