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The War Between p2p and Record Companies Heating Up?
the-dude-man writes "Securityfocus.com Reports that there may be a new nasty turn to the battle between the p2p networks and the RIAA/MPAA. recently, the RIAA has been trying to flood kazza with files that appear to be valid copyrighted material (movies,mp3s, ect) but are empty or, in one case, of Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone, contain a voice file asking, "What the f*ck do you think you are doing?". The p2p networks are considering a possible move agianst the RIAA in response to this by using recently enacted anti-spam laws."
I spent ages on KaZaA looking for the fuck off Madonna track, filling my computer with propert Madonna material.
The historians can't seem to settle whether to call this one "The Third Net War" (or the fourth), or whether "The First P2P War" fits better. We just call it "The **AA War." Everything up to then and still later were "incidents," "patrols" or "police actions."...
My days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle...
I just can't feel bad for anyone who intentionally tried to download Madonna 'music'.
I was watching Celebrity Justice of Fox (I know, I know) and apparently the person saying that line on the music files is Madonna herself.
Its dissappointing that people in the music industry dont seem to understand the concept of free advertising...
-- "Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains." Jean Jacques Rousseau
Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone
... you mean to say someone has figured out her last name?
Wow
The One Rule Of Chess You'll Ever Need: Don't play someone who carries a kit in their bookbag.
I loathe Madonna's music, but I really wanted a copy of her saying that, I don't know why. I looked, and I couldn't find a fake song of hers on the Kazaa network.
Does anyone have a file name & size to look for?
jred
I'm not a mechanic but I play one in my garage...
1) What the F*ck Do You Think You Are Doing? - Madonna ...
2) F*ck Off and Buy the %$#^*@! CD - Metallica
3) We Don't Want Your P2P - Hillary and the Shylocks
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In other entertainment news, a startling shift has occurred in Madonna's music style as the lyrics to her latest #1 single are found to be far less offensive than usual and the song far more musical in general.
Sigs are bad for your health.
Hell yea, use the anti-spam laws to counter the effects of the DMCA. That would be so ironic. The RIAA can choke.
I saw a teenage girl leafing through a 3-ring binder full of CD-R's with band/album names drawn on the CD-R with a black marker.
Yes, but the real question is, did she respond to the "Show me your boobs" sign that you have in the rear window of your car?
Sounds like a description of most "pop" music to me.
What about the movies that are family titles that are actually cheap pornos, maybe they are behind that as well!
So you're the bastard responsible! I spent 7 days downloading that on dial-up!
Corporation, n. An ingenious device for obtaining individual profit without individual responsibility. - Ambrose Bierce
Contact the John Cage estate and tell them the RIAA is distributing copies of Cage's copyrighted silence (4'33", exactly 4 minutes and 33 seconds of silence). They've won cases against people infringing against their silence in the past. If they're distributing any substantial chunk of silence as "music", it's probably a copyright violation.
That teenagers are just about the only people downloading movies and/or music (and if they couldn't download it they'd find someone at school and copy the CD) everyone else who is not a teenager uses the P2P to download porn
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