This thought brought to me by a number of incidents over the last three days. First, I had to look at the GNU GPL 3 for reasons connected with my day job (I'm somewhat unusual in IP/IT law circles in not considering open source software automatically the spawn of the devil, but this does from time to time require me to check that some of the more excitable types on the copyleft side of things actually haven't gone and put something untoward in the various GPLs.).

Anyway, the preamble's the key part:
When we speak of free software, we are referring to freedom, not price. Our General Public Licenses are designed to make sure that you have the freedom to distribute copies of free software (and charge for them if you wish), that you receive source code or can get it if you want it, that you can change the software or use pieces of it in new free programs, and that you know you can do these things.

To protect your rights, we need to prevent others from denying you these rights or asking you to surrender the rights. Therefore, you have certain responsibilities if you distribute copies of the software, or if you modify it: responsibilities to respect the freedom of others.

For example, if you distribute copies of such a program, whether gratis or for a fee, you must pass on to the recipients the same freedoms that you received. You must make sure that they, too, receive or can get the source code. And you must show them these terms so they know their rights.

So whatever those blithering twerps [personal profile] theferrett and his cronies thought they were up to at Penguincon back in the day, I really don't see why -- unless they'd never actually done anything to do with open source software at all -- it didn't occur to them that using the term "open source" really amounted to "a woman's virtue is no less brittle than it is beautiful and one false step...well, means she can and must be passed on to everyone who asks, without restriction but at a fee if you want."

Now, that's what open source is. That's what it means. That's what the words mean.

But that wasn't the daftest example of blokes saying stupid things recently. I had my attention drawn on twitter to this idiotic pledge bank pledge

Pledge “Comics”

"I will strive to treat women with respect but only if 10 in the comic community will do the same."

— Jonathan Johnsick (contact)

More details
People in the comics community need to stand up and say that it is wrong to treat women this way. Rape threats/Death threats/ any sort of threatening is wrong and needs to be condemned.

Now, I don't doubt the good intentions of Jonathan Johnsick (I used the mechanism of the site to contact him and suggest that wording which came out as "I won't send rape and death threats to women provided at least ten others agree not to as well" might not have been quite what he was aiming for and he pointed me to this site where he'd used the much more coherent wording
I will vow to treat women as human beings and with respect. I do not condone the actions of anyone who threatens death/rape/or anything against a woman. The comic book community should be better than this.

(and got half the number of signatories - two against four - which is pretty bloody depressing every way you look at it)

But the point he made was that the wording of the pledge site made him use the "only if" formulation complained about above. And my thinking - it may have been naive, but it was mine - was, "If a formula forced on you by others requires you to say the reverse of what you apparently intend ...CHANGE THE GODDAMNED FORMULA!"

Don't use it anyway and complain about being misunderstood.

Finally, in unrelated news, someone in the Guardian referred, in what I consider to be moderate parliamentary language, to Larry Correia's "virulent attack" on Alex MacFarlane. At which point Correia -- slightly ill-timedly, given the events of this week - not only described the paper as "a liberal tabloid that passes for a major newspaper in Britain" but decided to sneer at rumours that Damien Walter, the article's author, had "recently been given a grant by the British government to write a novel. I have no idea if this is true, and don’t care enough to look it up, but man, if it is… your government actually pays people to write novels? BWA HA HA HAW! Holy shit. As an actual novelist, that’s funny. And I thought my government was stupid."

Correia apparently never seems to have heard of one JK Rowling, who got an £8000 grant from the Scottish Arts Council back when she was a struggling nobody. From which came 7 mega-bestselling books, 8 blockbuster films, a solid pension plan for practically every actor in Britain above a certain age, a shot in the arm for the tourist board and a theme park. Which is the kind of ROI no hedge fund manager has ever managed, even on his Oyster card.
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([personal profile] lotesse Apr. 16th, 2014 01:18 am)
Emerson Cod has a framed print of my grandmother's 1933 Chicago World's Fair poster hanging in his office. I can't even.

My grandmother was born in Chicago in '33, a World's Fair baby, and she's got a tremendous collection of related stuff, but that poster - the one by Glen C. Sheffer, with the lady standing on the globe with her arms outreached - is the one she's always had most prominently on display. In quiet tribute to her, I've used it as an opening object in my science-fiction-topic comp class, and three circular detail-crops top my current syllabus. Suffice it to say that the image is majorly iconic for me and seeing it in this show is blowing my heart to confused sentimental bits.
Fifty Shades Darker--Blurb

In which the blurb for this book was not written by anyone who had read it. Even if ELJ wrote the blurb, this is still true.

Warnings for mentions of rape, incest, sexual situations, violence and BDSM. And to anyone with dial-up, the dissection of the blurb is a bit graphics-heavy.
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([personal profile] darchildre Apr. 15th, 2014 08:43 pm)
I spent all of my commute time today listening to the soundtrack to Jesus Christ Superstar for the first time in over a year.

There is a lot of musical theater that was sort of formatively important to me, and I can remember how I first heard or first acquired almost all of it. I remember listening to Les Miz in the living room of our first house in Delaware. My parents gave me the sountrack to Phantom for Christmas one year and I actually wrote to the address in the liner notes of the cassette tape to get the complete libretto. Jekyll & Hyde I bought on a whim one day when I was about 12. One of my aunt's boyfriends introduced me to The Fantasticks*. Into the Woods, Sweeney Todd, and RENT all came from my highschool theater department.

I have absolutely no memory of ever actually learning JC Superstar. It's just there, like "Red River Valley" or "She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain." Huh.

I still pretty much love it, too, for all its ridiculousness. It's the first version of the Passion narrative I ever learned, after all, which isn't my story** but is still a good story. And fun to sing.

*He told me that I reminded him of Luisa. In retrospect, I'm a little offended, even though it's probably accurate. I figure that at this point I have achieved "not evil, but a little worldly-wise", but I'd still rather like to to take a week or two and never do a chore, to wear my hair unfastened so it billows to the floor.

**Except insofar as the story of Christianity in general influences the culture I inhabit.
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([personal profile] raincitygirl Apr. 15th, 2014 05:33 pm)
Happy birthday, [personal profile] sabaceanbabe!!!! May it be a good one.

Because I am extravagant, I have just bought this. What can I say? I love me some David Suchet. Plus, the Suchet adaptation of Death on the Nile is one of my favourite Poirot adaptations. And while I've never seen the Suchet adaptation of The Hollow, it's one of my favourite Agatha Christie books. I yearn to see the TV version of The Hollow. If it sucks, please tell me quickly, while I can still cancel the order.

It's funny, I got the TV adaptation of Terry Pratchett's Going Postal for Christmas from my brother, and Suchet plays Reacher Gilt, the villain. It took me about five scenes to stop seeing him as Poirot and start seeing him as Gilt. Not Suchet's fault, he wasn't imbuing Gilt with any Poirot-ian mannerisms or anything. I have just totally identified him with this one role.

In other news, Season 2 of Orphan Black starts Saturday!!!
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([personal profile] leviathan0999 Apr. 15th, 2014 06:45 pm)
And they are kinder than I could ever have imagined!

I'll quote the sections reviewing my story:

Martha Burns writes:

Popular prejudice is against fan fiction with its slashing and shipping. “The Shadow in the Corner” by Jonathan Andrew Sheen is set in the H. P. Lovecraft universe and it is an homage. A professor’s assistant, Agrawal, meets a grisly fate after an experiment goes awry and he begins to see a shadowy figure out of the corner of his eye. The story is gripping on its own merits and brilliant in the way it incorporates Miskatonic, madness, and Cthulhu.

C. D. Lewis writes:

Fans of H.P. Lovecraft will squee! when they learn in the first paragraph of Jonathan Andrew Sheen's “The Shadow in the Corner” that the narrator works at Miskatonic University but has not (yet!) succumbed to the madness that overtakes its faculty. The curious reader is referred to the accounts archived in the Arkham morgue – records go back to the '20s and Sheen assures us it's now all online. (So it must be true, eh?) Mention of the Internet and lasers proves the tale comes from the chilling nearness of our own era rather than the safely distant past.

Early disclosure that the tale ends in disaster serves to build suspense – what kind of disaster? The innovation involves String Theory and quantum entanglement – but for the good of humanity the narrator destroyed his notes and daren't say more. “The Shadow in the Corner” leverages Lovecraft fandom to quickly craft a creepy vibe suited perfectly to works of supernatural horror. And what a horror: modern tools and power sources have only brought within closer reach the Elder Things from worlds that lay parallel to our own; you can mail for the tools yourself, even. Not a comforting thought, is it?

Lovecraft’s own revelations of horror, being set in another century, feel distant from a world that knows about high energy physics; continuing their line in a setting that's aware of modern science and even tropes from horror lit delights precisely because it reinforces that indescribable Elder Things remain indescribable even when summoned in the presence of carefully recorded modern instrumentation. Technology doesn’t defeat horror. Sheen's tale mixes modern vocabulary and informalities with Lovecraft’s narrative style, making a mashup entertaining not only for its Lovecraftian content but for its incongruous juxtapositions. Perhaps the greatest delight is the last pair of sentences, and their surprising power to bring suddenly the horror Lovecraft lovers long to feel. If you love Lovecraft, you can't miss “The Shadow in the Corner."

I could not be more thrilled! What a great set of write-ups!
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([personal profile] vaznetti Apr. 15th, 2014 11:05 pm)
So, true story: I changed my facebook password because of the heartbeat thing, and now I have no idea what it is. But I wanted to post these pictures, so I did it on tumblr instead (I also changed that password, but I used a less important one which I've managed to remember.)

Pharoah, afflicted by the plague of frogs, or How I Am Everything Wrong with Passover.

(We had a very good set of seders this year, though: Spartacus is now old enough to be interested and pay attention and participate. So happy Passover, belatedly, for real.)
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([personal profile] onyxlynx Apr. 15th, 2014 02:56 pm)
It's Signor da Vinci's 462nd! Don't light all the candles!
I'm so behind on answering comments and email, but I'm working on it, I swear. It's just so busy and exhausting with my dad and the house and everything, but at least an end is in sight? I also have to write my remix. Well. First, I have to actually choose a story to remix. Sigh. And I have a few post-Cap 2 stories I want to write. But my brain, she's not so compliant. In better news, my sister texted today to let me know the inspection went well yesterday and the buyer is moving forward, so that's good news. *crosses fingers*


Last night, I watched this week's The Good Wife. spoilers )


Today's poem:


Trapped on hell's runway,
every day I'm on my cell
begging for news that the wildfires
have not yet reached my house — it's weird
ghosts who take care of things for me,
its hallelujah brushfire of roses hissing
damply on the stucco ... brittle beards
of palm trees shushing overhead
like the harridan who raised me:

(the wolf in the bed;
the grandmother at the door)...

The family kitchen's an abattoir:
its scorched-earth dooryard's a wizening croft
of ash and dead hearts, planted in winter
by ill-fated crash-test true believers (paths
of chopped glass through the parsley garden) —

What would Alice do?
Which bite to take?

I am no Alice.
Like the truth, I'm not pretty;
some people say I look mean enough
to run down a squirrel
on purpose
(crushed red form; crime of no name) —

but what they don't know
is that I'm gentle as a child
and that I'd choose to use a gun
every time.

It's a whole-body thing, this embrace
of a gun: the furious aim, trigger pad
tingling — long, cold barrel
a shock on the palm; the contrary duckling
trembling in the crosshairs, naked
on the tarmac of memory...

Once, I fled eastward the length of Fire Island,
then fell to my knees beneath a star-studded cast-iron
apron of sky — seized by inspiration, crushed by vision:
Everything we do, Sylvia, feels like hell.

(But I lost my sense of terror there;
knew at once that I must run
not from but straight toward
what I most fear...)

Welcome to the forest of my head.
Is there anything more you need to know?
I invite you to follow me in.
I'll be sure to leave a shredded, flaming
paper trail everywhere I go.

~Gabrielle LeMay

Partway through the third season I'm still really enjoying Farscape; I appreciate the way it keeps bending my brain around in weird ways. But watching it is also kind of like playing Crazy Chicken. While I'd picked up the analysis from fannish osmosis of John Crichton as raped, I wasn't prepared AT ALL for the degree to which the show/Ben Browder are dedicated to the depiction of the cracks in his psyche. This is a show about madness - and while at the moment I find that topic deeply compelling I have to admit that there have been moments when I've had to tap out. I couldn't handle the clone arc, just couldn't handle it. I feel so on edge, watching, because I worry that they're going to crack his sanity like an egg at any moment.

And then there are the bits like "Look at the Princess" and "Liars, Guns, and Money," which are just altogether delightful and delicious and delovely and man I love SF multiparters. I'm really into John/Aeryn as a ship, no surprise there. I already knew that I was in love with Claudia Black because duh who isn't, but Gigi Edgly is charming the pants off of me, and I also am really digging on John&Chiana as a platonic bffs deal.

I bopped over into Pushing Daisies because I did kind of need a break from the psychological intensity of Farscape. I'd seen half of the first episode of the second season at home with my parents, and we'd backbuttoned out because it was clear we'd missed too much context by not starting from the beginning. I am PRIMED for Lee Pace; his movie The Fall has been occupying a lot of my psychic real estate since I saw it a few years back, and I just his face. However I did not anticipate the degree or speed with/to which I am DEAD GONE on Ned the Piemaker, who I lust after with more fervor than I've experienced in rather a while. Despite the whimsical charms of lonely tourist Charlotte Charles I ttly ship Ned/Olive; Cheno is da bomb and I cannot resist her squawky little voice. My sib and I spent a lot of hours listening to Jim Dale read the Harry Potter books, so I also pick up a lot of snuggly comfort from his narration.

Aren't media texts with narrators cool? I was trying to list other ones in my head last night and could only come up with Sally Potter's Orlando and Stranger Than Fiction, though I guess you could also say that most of Baz Lurhmann's films and, like, Singin in the Rain are also essentially narrated, just through a variety of schticks rather than an Eliotian interpretive voice from on high.
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([personal profile] d_generate_girl posting in [community profile] vidding Apr. 15th, 2014 01:52 pm)
After taking part in the [community profile] wiscon_vidparty open thread, I've started taking the advice given about editing and betas. I have a finished draft of a Peaky Blinders vid, and while I have a beta who's familiar with the fandom, I would really love for a non-fan beta to give it a look-over. I still consider myself a relative newbie, though this is my third year vidding and I have around six "published" vids.

The vid is to a Sage Francis song, around 2:40 in length and made in Sony Vegas 11. Mostly, I'm looking to see if there's any technical weirdness (clips that look off, pacing, timing), and if the storyline comes through to a non-fan of the show. No strong content warnings, but the vid does include scenes of sexual content, violence, blood, and drug use.

PM me if you can help out, and thank you!
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([personal profile] astridv Apr. 15th, 2014 07:05 pm)
For those who haven't heard yet: Agents of SHIELD is going to air two episodes tonight. At 8pm they'll show a repeat of last week's "Turn, Turn, Turn", followed by the new ep "Providence" at 9pm.
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([personal profile] zulu Apr. 15th, 2014 10:17 am)
Good news, everybody! I had the morning set to teach junior highs and the afternoon set to mark first-years' essays, but then the teacher for my two grade seven classes said, "Well, they're still working on their scripts, 'bout I supervise that, and you go do anything you need to do?"

I love going and doing things I need to do!

I am confronted with forty-odd essays in a stack; I think this warrants a trip to the cantina to get some tea. I have a nice big slice of home-made banana bread in my lunch, plus I think I can probably sneak into the grad students' teacher training and snag some awesomer lunch than I currently have. Bwahahaha, etc.

Goal for today: mark 20 essays (15 minutes per essay, five hours total).


17 / 42 essays read & commented. 40% done!
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([personal profile] onyxlynx Apr. 15th, 2014 06:38 am)
 to [personal profile] jimhines !  Have a day of happiness!
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([personal profile] astridv Apr. 15th, 2014 03:22 pm)
In addition to my previous vid link, here is the link to the full interview with Ming-Na Wen and Clark Gregg on Pretty interesting. About 15 minutes long (and I think it's region-locked, but Media Hint for example fixes that.)

Guess it's time to steal myself for tonight's episode. :/ Most everyone seems to be so much more optimistic about... recent developments, than I am. Sigh.
This has been a really weird week for bizarre quasi-legal stories.

I say "quasi-legal" because most of them are either people totally failing to notice that there might be a legal dimension to what they're doing (and doing it anyway) or getting the relevant law bizarrely and comprehensively wrong.

And most of them involve a complete absence of commonsense, too.

First up, Dorset Police who handed back a computer to a paedophile which still contained images of his victim, on the basis that they said they had no legal basis for deleting them. Depending on who owned copyright in the photos (presumably the paedophile?) I can see why copyright arguments might not run, but what about the Data Protection Act? Specifically s.10 ( Right to prevent processing likely to cause damage or distress ) if the general data protection principles didn't apply.

Next up, US Airways, who apparently seem to confuse distributing extreme pornography with
responding appropriately to customer complaints (I don't hold out much of a brief for s.63 of the Criminal Justice and Immigration Act 2008 in general, but if anything is going to qualify as "likely to result ... in serious injury to a person's anus, breasts or genitals" I'd say that doing that with a model plane pretty definitely would).

I suppose Popehat* thinks it's just the airline enjoying its First Amendment freedom to tell its disgruntled passengers to take their complaints and shove them where the sun don't shine, but I dunno, it seems a bit off to me.

Wonga managed to persuade Twitter to take down the attached example of fair dealing for the purposes of criticism or review by citing the Digital Millenium Copyright Act at them and, for all I know, sacrificing a black cock in a pentagram (incidentally, if there is anyone who has not yet seen [personal profile] cavalorn's masterly review of

'How to Make Magic' from 1974. A children's handbook of the occult. No, really.
here it is. Just put down all beverages before clicking. And especially before you get to
'Ask an adult to singe the ends of the paper with a lighted cigarette.'

Evidently this book's idea of an ideal parent is someone who constantly smokes and doesn't ask awkward questions about what you are up to in the attic with the herbs you gathered at full moon and the wand you cut at sunrise. We'd be straight on the blower to social services today, of course.

Except in Dorset, obviously.)

And, finally, Thorntons. Whose branch in Bury decided that the risks of trespassing on Wayne Rooney's "copyright" were too great if they iced a three year old's Easter Egg with his given name "Rooney" but concluded they could avoid legal sanction if they used a bit more sugar and filled out his full name. Which is Rooney Scholes.

(PS I lied. Bury doesn't just have people with no brains in its chocolate shops - you should just see what its charity shops can do, given half a chance)

*Even by Popehat standards this tweet of five days ago is spectacularly asinine:

Popehat: The ideal university behaves as though it's governed by the First Amendment, whether or not it's private, or even American.

In my view, the ideal libertarian online pundit behaves as if he's running a licensed kosher slaughterhouse in accordance with the municipal ordinances of Zaventem, even if he's a) vegan; b) a total Walloon; and c) four and a half thousand miles away.
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([personal profile] astridv Apr. 15th, 2014 11:05 am)
This cast, man. I can't figure out how to embed this, but here's a short video in which Ming-Na Wen and Clark Gregg talk about the cast's reaction to last episode's ending. (spoilers, obviously)
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([personal profile] astridv Apr. 15th, 2014 10:01 am)
Confessor by [ profile] Kitty-O
Gen; Skye&Ward; set some time after Turn, Turn, Turn (major spoilers); 1552 words
Summary: But then – out of the shadows, and Ward thought, "Whoops, that's me". And then he asked Skye out for drinks.

Don’t let the summary fool you... this story nearly brought tears to my eyes. So good. (Also, so painful to read but right now, what isn't.)

unreliable landmarks by [ profile] someofusare
Gen; Grant Ward; backstory/character study; M; 4643 words
Summary: Pictures of Grant Ward. Every hero villain needs an origin story.
"This is a story of three brothers. That's how it would start."


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