In the real world I'm a computer engineer, and also the lowest form of life in dubdom, a mere study. Although these days most of my effort is spent studying them rather than with them.
So out of professional curiosity I dragged my arse into the airless, windowless brick bunker of a hall on the hottest day of the year to breathe in other peoples' gaseous emissions (from both ends) for two hours, just to see what their take on the internet would be.
Christ on a bike, they certainly rose to the challenge. Porno popups? Titty pics on every page? Spontaneous appearance of pussy all over your screen (even when you're not on Icanhazcheezburger.com). Every possible cliche, every biased, unthinking half baked idea they could dredge up, they beat the web to death with it. And I'm there, eyes rolling, biting my pen in half to stifle a cry of "BOLLOCKS", hardly able to take it in. Just how ill informed are these people? Maybe in the mid nineties, long ago, the net was a bit like that. But they made it sound like the world wide wank.
Oh, and to top it all, after the meeting one of the elders came up to me and asked if I could speed up his internet connection for him. You really couldn't make this crap up, could you?