It snowed. Then it melted. What the fuck.
I had some Colby Jack Cheese tonight. I splurged. It was good. What's odd is that there has to be a damned warning on the label ( where the fucking ingredients are anyway ) that says CONTAINS MILK. The overzealous sue happy contingent have succeeded in dumbing us down. A warning that my brownies are made on the same line as products that contain peanuts is GOOD. A warning on my brownies with peanuts that they're made on the same line as products that contain peanuts is fucking REDUNDANT and is making us all stupid.
Copyright. What I don't understand, is why IP is treated different from any other sort of work. I shovel shit out of a barn for 40 years, I don't expect my employer to pay my estate after I die for 70 years. No, I save my money, invest it, retire. Why can't someone who writes a song do the same? Sure they'd have to write a lot of songs. But perhaps I had to sling a lot of shit out of the barn. No one likes work.
But. I can hear some of you saying, if people were not paid like they are for their ideas, ideas would just dry up. No one would implement them. If no one paid me to shovel the shit, the shit would pile up. Yes. 70+ year copyrights are insane.
Sometime late at night, usually on a weekend I get ideas. Hey. I wonder if Kevin Smith ever thought, "I'm a fat no talented fuck, what am I doing going into debt." I doubt it. Well maybe he did but he didn't let it slow him down. He lived his dream. The problem is my dreams are so dynamic. I'm a film buff. I once bought as many VHS tapes as I could afford when I found out that TCM was airing all the Oscar winning Best Picture movies to that point. I dunno. Ideas. But I suck at implementation.
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