The Economist Weighs In For Shorter Copyright Terms
I suggest we drop by the house of everyone that doesn't understand IF YOU DONT LIKE IT DON'T WATCH/READ/LISTEN TO IT, and slap them in the side of the head.
-This is the best presentation of an argument I've heard in weeks. I can't imagine why you've never run for public office.
--It would be far too exhausting. Can you imagine how many voters would need their heads slapped during the campaign?
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"Hit the IP industry where it hurts: Upside their heads."
"How can she slap? She slaps for copyright reform."
"Communicate with today's voters the way their parents once did: with a slap."
"Would you rather have 14 slaps or 95 slaps? We feel the same way about the length of copyright."
"How many slaps does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?"
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The Sun compiling gcc,
He did his very best to make.
The errors few; It's right!
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The monitor flashed sulkily,
Because she thought the Sun
Had got no buses to be there
After the user done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To bug and spool perlfunc!"
Shell C was net as net could be,
You could not trace a route, because
No route was in vi:
No cron was running overhead--
No daily cron to try.
The Admin and the Engineer
Were coding fast a hack;
They script like anything in C
With quotaoff the stack:
"This is a mirrored RAID array,
Bring on the DoS attack!"
"If seven aids with seven flops
greped it a MIPSyear for,
Do you suppose," the Admin said,
"That they could grep it, sure?"
"I doubt it," said the Engineer,
And ssh-ed as toor.
"O Users, come and twalk with us!"
The Admin sent in batch.
"A pleasant twalk, an appletalk,
perhaps in tiny ash:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give OS a patch."
The eldest user fingered him,
Not a keystroke he'd waste:
The eldest user's cursor blinked,
left not a single trace--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the user space.
But four new users hurried up,
All eager, flagged edges:
Their notes were rushed, logins secure,
Their codes clean, just pledges --
And this was odd, because, you know,
They had no privileges.
Four other users followed them,
And yet another, well;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, to tell--
All pinging through the matrixes,
And scrambling in the shell.
The Admin and the Engineer
twalked on a while, its true,
And then they halted on a fsck
And all the online users stopped
And waited in the queue.
'The time has come,' the Admin said,
'To talk of many things:
Of su's - and chips - and classic Macs -
Of NuBus cards - and strings -
And why the source, compiling not -
And whether sigs have meanings.'
"But sticky bit," the users cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some are out of memory,
And all binaries fat!"
"No proxies!" said the Engineer.
symlinked his files for that.
"upload the thread," the Admin said,
"Its what we chiefly need:
sushi and RAIDed disk besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, users peer,
We can begin the feed."
"But not to us!" the users cried,
"the screen of death is blue!
Desktop support! That would be
A trolling thing to do!"
"The site is fine," the Admin said.
"Do you admin here too?"
"It was so kind of you to code
drivers for the device!"
The Engineer said nothing but
"RAID us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so df--
I had port-scanned you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Admin said,
"To launch them a postkick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them groff so quick!"
The Engineer said nothing but
"The sputter's thread hdik!"
"Threads sleep for you," the Admin said:
With jobs su-ed he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket admin guide
Before streaming UIs.
"O users," said the Engineer,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we now cd home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd deleted every one.
adapted from Lewis Carroll
Whenever a controversial law is proposed, and its supporters, when confronted with an egregious abuse it would permit, use a phrase along the lines of 'Perhaps in theory, but the law would never be applied in that way' - they're lying . They intend to use the law that way as early and as often as possible.
I'm sticking this here so that next time i want to quote these words, I won't have to go looking.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It's still there. Then I had one wet gibbering MoGTroll, 1 acid-stained MoGTroll, and 248 dry MoGTrolls, and one blocked toilet. The MoGTroll won't come out of the toilet. I don't mean its stuck in it - it REFUSES to come out
If I ever become an Evil Overlord:
1. My legions of terror will have helmets with clear
plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones.
2. My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.
3. My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will
be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten
cell of my dungeon.
4. Shooting is not too good for my enemies.
5. The artifact which is the source of my power will
not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River
of Fire guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It will
be in my safe-deposit box.
6. I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before
7. When the rebel leader challenges me to fight one-
on-one and asks, "Or are you afraid without your armies
to back you up?" My reply will be, "No, just sensible."
8. When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look,
before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this
is all about?" I'll say, "Nope" and shoot him.
9. After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be
married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a
lavish spectacle in three weeks time during which the
final phase of my plan will be carried out.
10. I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless
absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not
be a large red button labeled "Danger: Do Not Push".
11. I will not order my trusted lieutenant to kill the
infant who is destined to overthrow me -- I'll do it
12. I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum
-- a small hotel well outside my borders will work just
13. I will be secure in my superiority. Therefore,
I will feel no need to prove it by leaving clues in
the form of riddles or leaving my weaker enemies alive
to show they pose no threat.
14. I will not waste time making my enemy's death look
like an accident: I'm not accountable to anyone and
my other enemies wouldn't believe it.
15. I will make it clear that I _do_ know the meaning
of the word "mercy"; I simply choose not show them any.
16. One of my advisors will be an average five-year-
old child. Any flaws in my plan that he is able to
spot will be corrected before its implementation.
17. All slain enemies will be cremated, not left for
dead at the bottom of the cliff. The announcement of
their deaths, as well as any accompanying celebration,
will be deferred until after the aforementioned disposal.
18. My undercover agents will not have tattoos identifying
them as members of my organization, nor will they be
required to wear military boots or adhere to any other
19. The hero is not entitled to a last kiss, a last
cigarette, or any other form of last request.
20. I will never employ any device with a digital countdown.
If I find that such a device is absolutely unavoidable,
I will set it to activate when the counter reaches 117
and the hero is just putting his plan into operation.
21. I will design all doomsday machines myself. If
I must hire a mad scientist to assist me, I will make
sure that he is sufficiently twisted to never regret
his evil ways and seek to undo the damage he's caused.
22. I will never utter the sentence "But before I kill
you, there's just one thing I want to know."
23. When I employ people as advisors, I will occasionally
listen to their advice.
I for one welcome our new *_____* Evil Overlords
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A: The introverted computer geek will look at his shoes while he talks to you. The extroverted computer geek will look at your shoes while he talks to you.
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