The internet changes you. I mean it changes everything about the way you think and learn and entertain yourself. It also radically redefines your expectations for certain things. Chiefly, it makes you learn to very carefully select words and habitually brace yourself against a potential for an unintended onslaught of pornographic material of a genre you weren't even aware anybody in the world got a boner to. (Like adult-babies or 'vore'. No, don't look that shit up.) Back in the days of encyclopedias and library reference sections, there wasn't really any way you could accidentally find yourself knee-deep in extremely depraved PTSD-inducing porn. The internet is a whole 'nuther ball game. You have to be very careful and even the most cautious search queries can dump some really fucked-up material into your lap.
So, yeah. The internet changes you.
These days I consider it a success if I go looking for something I only partially remember in any detail and Google finds me exactly what I was looking for without returning any porn in the first page of results.
But hey, I'll take what I can get.
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