Friday, June 22, 2007

Accidental mispost

I recently received the following from a, I assume it is a mail he was trying to post elsewhere:

Action Stations fellow internauts!!!1!!1

Recently, after The Conference on Public Domain Plans for the Desalination of Urine for use at Burning Man, a copyright hero slipped me a copy of an outrageous new book, "Rule the Web."

This book is so flagrantly against everything I stand for, I can barely manage myself. The author has essentially taken information from the public domain on doing simple things like surfing anonymously and how to encrypt files and published them! I haven't been so outraged since I didn't read what I was agreeing to when renting a car!

Nothing so large of a closing of public domain information into a personal, for profit copyright has occurred since Walt Disney laid his hands on the collective throat of the Brothers Grimm!!!1!!1

I mean think about it, this guy just trolls forums and websites, collects easily available public information as tips and charges $14.95 for it. Thanks but no thanks! I like my information free, and not needlessly placed behind a copyright protection for the next 70+ years!

The worst part, is that he runs a free site that is based on user submissions where he promotes this and other nepotic efforts. Whats next from these guys? A book based on the submissions they've collected for free? (Note to self: start shopping idea of boing boing the book to Chronicle when back in SF) or a constant barrage of postings regarding my latest efforts and local readings thereof?

I only wish Lawrence was still with us, fighting the good fight on guys like this abusing copyright on information available in the commons.
Support my outrage! Write to this guy and ask him to explain himself, tell him Dr. O sent you.

Friday, June 15, 2007

I am sorry to the Holy Santos children of the Boing Boings

I am sorry to the people I have let down through my shoddy gum ball placement.

After achieving such a wonderful position here at FrozNmore's Ice Cream Treats I have really let things slide.

The last 7 years of placing the eyes in the frozen treats, have led to me taking MY eye off the ball and let the $3.32 I am paid under the table fill my head with worldly dreams.

This has led to your poor small ones being disappointed when they open a 50 cent popsicle, only to discover that less than the purchase price went into its creation.

I know how sad the small ones can be when faced with troubles. Or if mine weren't toiling with me or under latchkey, I can imagine them being sad at something like this if they had spare money and play time and opportunity and education...

Though I do not ask for your pity, I do wish that you take into account that my hands get very cold after running this machine all day without bathroom breaks. That is a big difference from "doesn't even try," sirs!

I do know my bossman says that the ice cream bars would cost so much you would instead be complaining about that if they were made to be perfect and hope you understand that I will be extending my long shift to 14 hours in hopes of better gum ball eye placement for you and your wee ones.

God bless you sirs!!1!!1-- For your amazing power of disproportionate disappointment sets the stars in my heavens for me to tie my dreams of labor bondage to.

Yours Truly, Pedro.

Color Me Badd

This just in off the AP telegrammy wire:

Breaking News Stop

New Master of Pop Art and Surrealism found Stop

Local Los Angeles hero Cory Doctorow has been recognized as one of the nations' top promising artistic talents after attending an art exhibit and turning his snapshot camera onto the world Stop

Quoting the young wunderkind he said After visiting the exhibit at the LACMA, I conflated the point of the exhibit (to showcase the impact of an artist on other artists and culture) with my obsession with fair use culture. It's really been a whirlwind Exclamation Stop

Cory immediately set out taking snapshot of anything and everything he could find Stop He learned from the exhibit and his own over blown sense of self worth that taking a snapshot on your camera phone is the same as making derivative art that others care about Stop

Quoting Cory again he said Im not sure whats next for me Stop I Am thinking of opening an art school Stop

With such admired critics as Robert Hughes calling his work better than anything in the Met, photos of friends standing in front of famous works by Braque and Duchamp as selling a for literally almost the cost of reproduction Stop

Quoting Robert Hughes Finally someone understands art Stop I am going to republish Shock of the New with nothing but Corys photos of famous works Stop The side benefit being not supporting the museum or collections through royalty payments Stop With his new technique Cory has literally produced more work and of the highest quality than all artists previously Exclamation Stop

Way to go kiddo, a true local hero Stop

Thursday, June 14, 2007

smog makes for beautiful sunsets

The recent story on boingboing about a paint spill reminded me of this funny picture!

I like orange, but black goes with everything.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Slim Pickins

I don't actually recall how often I felt urged to complain about posts on boing boing, but it clearly seems to me that things have dropped way off.

As a few petty points. I can't belive they are still talking about popsicles and how well crafted their children's diabetic teethers aren't. I mean even if it was a joke at first, and I'm sure it wasn't... It is really boring.

Oh! if only Make could underpay some people to make robo-pops created with engineering precision!

Monday, May 28, 2007

wtf?! Non griefer???!?

How the hell is shitting on someone's fleeting, hopeless attempt at connecting with someone you passed on a bus or street not an act of grief ?!?

Ok, it's not as annoying as having you workplace email, phone number and name dragged through the mud, but it is not an act of kindness by any means. Its fucking with other people, which to me is an act of grief.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Department of Lessons Learned

Today, I learned to feel another's pain. Even worse, because it was CD's pain I taught myself to feel.

You see, I was shopping at my local independent deli/grocer and as I prepared to pay, the clerk just stood there staring at me like "WTF are you handing me a Floppy Disk for!!?!?!"

I politely informed her that if she simply booted it, she would find I had plenty of credits I had earned volunteering at the Leftorium's OSCON booth last year in Portland.

But you know what she did? She just stared at me and told me thay could only accept legitimate forms of payment!!!!!11!1!!!!!1

Legitimate forms of payment?! Legitimate forms of payment!!!!

I gave her a thorough rundown of what different cultures accept as payment in other parts of the world, all which fell to nothing on her deaf ears. I wish she was mute instead of deaf to my explanations.

I told her that her salary comes from paying customers like me and that if she likes her check and no benefits, she better load my disk and bag my purchase.

Again, she reiterated that she could only accept legitimate forms of payment and reminded me that there were other people in the store, people with real money who were anxious to check out.

That was it!! I asked if she could point me to an electrical outlet and provide the wifi key to the store so I could boot my OpenBSD laptop and show her my credits myself!

Can you believe this! She told me "no, I "can't do that", I'm the "cashier" and that they "don't have a wifi network" !!!!!!!! Is this a independent grocer or a Nazi Germany?

I told her this was the last time I was shopping there, and left, furious after asking her for her and her supervisors' SecondLife avatar names. I went across the street to the Free Geek drop in center, booted my floppy in exchange for a vegan brownie baked by the admin tranny and set off to educate some fresh young minds.

The avatar's names she'd provided for SecondLife ((You Are A Pathetic Looser, Get the Fuck out of my Store) were going to get a griefing they'd never seen before. Before I was done with them, they'd wish they'd never left orientation island.