I don't honestly know why (though I fully realize that means nobody does), but when I "steal" titles, I feel I need to start the blog explaining where I got it from. This time, I didn't steal it at all, but I did "derive" it from a few sources. (Is that even a word in that tense?!) I therefore, likewise, & "all that good jazz" (altering the term I once heard current "Fault In Our Stars" cast-member @birbigs use) feel the need to explain it.
I only think I've ever heard the word "catfish" 3 times, which totals about once a decade. The last was whenever the MTV show began; The second/middle was the movie that "started it all" (though the people behind it may claim the events "documented" in the movie truly did that). The first was several years ago, as that was the first fish I ever caught when intentionally going fishing. [My Uncle Bill, who ironically had a birthday only last week, & also himself built a boat since that intentional-fishing trip he later launched on local water (video of which is still on this computer), has never that I recall explained to me why we didn't keep it the way I understand most fishermen do the majority of their catches... But being I was rather young & it was the first one I ever caught, I still have some sort of "sense memory" of being very upset by that.]
Lastly, the Mahoning River is a real body of water that I have ridden past several times in the cars of either of my parents... That said, the last time I went fishing was MANY years ago, & the last time I went anywhere near that river for any honestly-worth-documenting amount of time was during my visits to the nearby courts for all the "legal guardian" stuff, which I have documented on this blog FAR more than enough. (I am still not entirely done separating myself from that experience & what I am now choosing to refer to as its "offshoots". While some might say I have one more step to complete, & will be finished when this week is, a long-existent part of my brain that prefers to expect the worst/least argues that I might have preferred serving a sentence the likes of which I've seen mentioned on recent airings of various "Law & Order" spinoffs, as it believes people serving such sentences can reform & live somewhat-normal-&-complete lives, whereas I will never be fully separated from that "guardian" or the "case", regardless of the Probate Court site listing it in all-CAPS as "CLOSED".)
Anyway, I am not in any rush (to put it mildly) to go fishing again. (I will probably eat another "BK Big Fish" within the next 2 weeks, but I don't care to be or even know the person that catches it.) I also am not exactly in any rush to go near the Mahoning River, though I realize I have high odds whether I wish it or not, as it did flood during my lifetime, & I only today read a Rolling Stone article that discussed climate change leading to Miami & other coastal cities being placed underwater...
... That said, I am in the mood to go "hunting" for some sort of "catfish", by saying which I mean searching online for actual genetic connections to my actual self.
Understand when I write this that I have said/written beyond the point of being redundant on my blogs that I love both my nephews & my niece. (This computer is filled with pics & video of my eldest nephew, who I have probably called "buddy" more than his actual name. His younger brother literally runs to me, says my name, & grabs my leg when I arrive at his big brother's 'ball games over the past week. My niece, meanwhile, is not even a-half-year old, & so barely says any words... However, I expect my name to come soon, as she only recently stopped her mouth from smiling at me the second she sees me literally anywhere.)
I also love my sister (to the point we referred to each other on the phone tonight at the end of the conversation solely by each other's first initials, & this conversation happened only after she sent me 3 text-messages).
That all written, I have said rarely-but-repeatedly that if my doctor were to tell me at tomorrow's appointment that I were adopted, I would be surprised by it coming from this particular doctor (a specialist in an area other than my family/genetics), but not at all by the news. At least 3 of my teachers Freshman Year of high school knew the first name of the man I've grown-up thinking (he) was my father before they'd even seen my face. I went to my first party at another student's house when I was in high school due to my sister having invited someone via me, since they were my best friend for many years (many years prior, & to this very second); I wasn't physically spending any "school hours" in the school building.
On the opposite side of things, much of my family & friends still hold (& speak of) the belief I have Diabetes. (This is another thing I have covered on my blogs "FAR more than enough".) This is happening simultaneously with the same people (those who act towards it at all, anyway) seemingly refusing to believe or even have me tested for other diseases I verbally claim to believe I might have, despite my repeated claims/announcements of showing their symptoms. (One of my junior-high Health teachers was an old classmate of my mother's, so I wonder how she'd feel knowing Mom seems to steadfastly refuse testing for these things, despite the fact her old classmate who is now a teacher telling me at least once the better odds of survival that come from early detection.)
Maybe it's the way my also-oft-covered "living Improv" affects my memory, but I can't recall anything else (if it ever actually existed) I wanted to cover on this topic/idea. I realize, by the way, I haven't mentioned my Dad in a while. This was intentional... My Dad & I are actually taking a trip near the end of the week that would be right at the top of my "things to look forward to"/"things to live for" list that I believe I covered in a recent blog... I will be paying him back for my ticket to this event, which is ironic only because it was I who originally mentioned this event to him a few weeks ago, & in the time since, he said & did things that repeatedly upset me (not total; each individual one) to the point I was making myself OK with missing this event, deciding that attending was not worth the hour-or-so trip to-&-from with him.
Footnote Added At-Least-An-Hour Later: It hit me several minutes after typing the previous that I never mentioned the full title of this blog/entry was a "takeoff" of sorts on the film title, "Salmon Fishing In The Yemen". Admittedly, I've never seen a single second of the film, though I remain aware it stars (among others) one of my long-time favorite film actors, Ewan MacGregor. [I have "A Life Less Ordinary" on DVD, & the soundtrack on CD, as well as recalling his vocal performance of a song I honestly don't recall the title of in with Cameron Diaz in that film better than the original... But have never seen a single scene of "Moulin Rouge" or "Trainspotting", & recall having walked home in evening darkness years ago when my next-door neighbors invited me to watch "Star Wars: Episode One" with them. (That said, I picture him in the film any time I hear his character's name mentioned in the "Weird Al" song related to the film.)]
I would not have added this "Footnote" at all if I had not turned-on a cable repeat of "NCIS: Los Angeles", & heard "Hetty" mention helping break a character out of prison & sending him "all the way... to his family in Yemen." This remains one reason I refuse to watch the film, as I have otherwise only seen the location mentioned there & on the "Friends" episode half my immediate family has memorized verbatim, neither of which ever use a "The" prior to the name of the country.
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