and my buddy had the NES ADVANTAGE and I had the NES MAX, and we would just hold down our respective turbo buttons and tie every time.
That makes sense. Since the Max and the Advantage were both made by Nintendo at about the same time, I would imagine they ran on pretty much identical chips and code.
The list reads like a who's who of Japanese game music, with everyone from Akihiro Honda (Metal Gear Series) and Toru Minegishi (Twilight Princess) to Koji Kondo (creator of the Mario and Zelda themes) himself.
Did these composers actually do work for this particular game, or are they credited because someone else is covering and remixing their work for the eleventy-millionth time?
The dialogue in films is indeed copyrighted. It's just that film scripts and transcripts are one of the longest continuing copyright violations on the modern Web. (Who else was around for the whole "Kirk dies in Star Trek Generations" uproar, fueled by that script being leaked to the Internet?) So, people have just become a bit more complacent about it than most other copyright violations.
To be pedantic, you can buy the real cartridges secondhand, get some ROM-dumping gear, and make the ROM files yourself. That's perfectly legal under the same format-shifting rules which let you rip a CD to MP3 for personal use.
I think it would be fun to generate a big text file listing every possible string of 16 hex digits. We could post and mirror it everywhere, and pre-emptively cause another uproar when yet another of them turns out to be the new AACS key.
I started losing my hair at around age 16. I was a bit worried because obviously high-school students are mostly evil and I didn't want to give them yet another name to call me, but it wasn't really visible since I had a big bushy head of long, wavy, early-1990s-tortured-artist hair at the time.
Once school was over and the socially-active mutants I called my classmates ceased being a worry, I didn't have much of a problem with it. In fact, since I started buzzing it all off a few years ago, I find I really prefer how I look and feel. Additionally, people are occasionally inspired to rub my head, which is quite soothing.
Plus, I discovered the big secret that would put all these baldness researchers and hair clubs for men and wigmakers out of business in a hurry if every man realized it.. nobody cares. Bald men are all over the place, they've always been a part of society, and the world in general does not pay them any special attention for better or worse.
Here's the text of the post, because I wouldn't expect it to stay in Yahoo's cache forever..
I have a LOT on my mind right now.. to be honest, i've rarely been so royally pissed off as i am today.
The photos shown above all have one thing in common (besides being rather lovely landscape photos):
They were all taken , without my permission, by the London based print-selling company Only-Dreemin. This company prides itself on offering its customers only the best quality canvas prints of the finest photos , by top artists.
What they fail to mention is that some of the photos they're selling prints of have been illegally obtained, and are being sold without the artists consent or knowledge.
In my case, a friend of mine came across their store on ebay and recognized one of my prints. (this was way back in january i think)
I looked into the matter and discovered 7 more of my photos being sold there. In the case of pictures 1, 2, 6 and 7, the image had been divided up into 3 vertical panels. ( Something i would never DREAM of doing myself. ) Furthermore, the images had been given new and exciting titles, like "Seraque II" and "Attica", "Dawn expander II" and " Joga" (barf)
I spent a good many days researching, going back thru their customer feedback, and was able to track back the sales of at LEAST 60 prints made from my images.
These prints sold for a total sum of 2450 british pounds (around 4840 US$ )
I gathered all the evidence , saved each webpage displaying my work , saved the list of customer feedback, printed all this stuff out and took it to a lawyer here in iceland.
She was confident that by sending them some well-phrased letters i'd be sure to get some damages out of them. After all, i had tons of incriminating evidence.
The letters did nothing other than make them take the images down from their site. Further letters got no response from them. My icelandic lawyer could do nothing else, so i was stuck with a bill and the infuriating fact that I, being only a non-wealthy art stutdent/ single mom in iceland, will have to accept that these people stole my work and made lots of money off it, and apparently are going to get away with it.
This is NOT OK BY ME.
I could think of little else to do than to at least tell people about this.
I have reason to believe that they've stolen images from other people, maybe other flickr users.
The reason i suspect this is quite simple. My photos were being sold under the bogus name of "Rebekka Sigrún" (the nerve of keeping the first name the same is somewhat amazing).
I saw a number of other photos being sold under that same artist name, and they werent mine. And obviously this Rebekka Sigrún doesnt exist.
Looking over the pictures i remember being sold under that name, it appears they've changed the artist name to "marco van eych". If anyone knows a landscape photographer by that name, let me know. i very much doubt he exists.
So i encourage everyone that has been displaying similar landscape photos on flickr to look at their site and see if they see something suspicious.
It would also be pretty cool if as many people as possible would send them angry letters, (address them to info@only-dreemin.com ) but that's just if you feel like it;)
Same here.. Last year I went to a showing of the film in Coney Island set up by "Rolling Roadshow," a series of showings of cult films at/near their iconic locations. The whole crowd (mostly rabid fans) had been reverentially quiet throughout the film, but at that line everyone spontaneously chanted along with it together. It wasn't as if one guy started it and more people joined in either, the entire crowd spontaneously started chanting in unison. It was awesome.
Speaking from personal experience in both directions, I'd have to disagree.
I'm certainly no Jonathan Coulton in terms of unusual Internet celebrity, but I do semi-regularly receive what might be termed "fan mail" from people in certain circles, I've been approached at conventions by people who dig my work, I have been recognized on the street, and I once got to autograph a particular body part. I'm also famous enough that a stranger started a Wikipedia article on me, though not famous enough to escape said article being deleted for non-notability. Taking all that with the massive grain of salt you should take with any Internet celebrity's assertions of their own Internet celebrity status, read on..
Since I really am grateful to hear from people who like something or other I've done, it just wouldn't feel right to leave these things unanswered. You think I rock? Thanks for thinking so! You think I suck? Thanks for letting me know why! Any input from outside is valuable in some way, especially on the Internet where there's such a massive glut of material and a post about the ultimate answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything can get lost among a set of photos of one's cats. Feedback is the main payback for most of what I do (thanks, Slashdot mods!) and what drives much of the Internet's independenty-produced free content.
You talk about "breaking the illusion" of one's stardom.. personally, I love breaking whatever illusions come about from my peculiar brand of noteriety. A good friend of mine named Mark Lyons once said "the higher a pedestal someone has you up on, the easier it is to knock you down from it." I don't crave pedestals at all, and I'd much rather promote an honest image of myself to the world rather than letting people paint some People Magazine bullshit with my face on it. I really don't have any interest in the amount of work and deception it would take me to live up to some glamourized image loosely based on me, and take every opportunity to throw whatever monkeywrenches I can into that sort of goings-on. Have illusions about me, good or bad? I would like to smash them!
I'm never going to control whether people like or dislike me or my work, but so long as people base their judgments of me on something that actually has to do with me, they've come by their opinion honestly. And what's more, I've made some of my best friends this way. And this isn't the MySpace/Livejournal/Web2.0 definition of "friendship" which basically means "I clicked on your name once" but the real-world definition about the privilege of having great people involved in one's life.
Looking at this from the other perspective, I've had the pleasure of corresponding with people I've been a fan of for whatever reason. I don't expect personal replies back because of the realities of the situation, but that makes the few that do stand out so much more from the rest, and simply strengthens my support of whatever made me write them in the first place. I've even made some good friends this way as well.
This bill passed with a vote of 225-197. If it's vetoed by the President and returned to Congress, they'll need a two-thirds majority to override the veto and make it law.
Man, did I ever love this game back then! I still fire up the C64 or SMS emulators every so often to replay it. A full-page ad for the game, torn from some computer magazine, had a place of honor among the posters on my wall.
The game gets a bad rep nowadays, usually because of the botched NES port made by a team of crack-smoking monkeys, but the original will always be one of my all-time favorite computer games.
While it's always heartwarming to see someone stand up for a principle like this in such a dramatic manner, it's even nicer to see it actually pay off for him in the end.
I hope IDG gave him a sufficiently good deal to get him back, because it would have been very much worth it for any of their competition to snap him up and brag loudly about it.
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I think I met that guy once in San Diego, or was it Seattle, or Sacramento... someplace beginning with "S."
It's so... bad.
but the sample image they have is steal pretty neat.When did Speedy Gonzales get a job at OSTG?
Gabe said it best.
That made my day.
The dialogue in films is indeed copyrighted. It's just that film scripts and transcripts are one of the longest continuing copyright violations on the modern Web. (Who else was around for the whole "Kirk dies in Star Trek Generations" uproar, fueled by that script being leaked to the Internet?) So, people have just become a bit more complacent about it than most other copyright violations.
To be pedantic, you can buy the real cartridges secondhand, get some ROM-dumping gear, and make the ROM files yourself. That's perfectly legal under the same format-shifting rules which let you rip a CD to MP3 for personal use.
I sit corrected! That is a thing of beauty.
I think it would be fun to generate a big text file listing every possible string of 16 hex digits. We could post and mirror it everywhere, and pre-emptively cause another uproar when yet another of them turns out to be the new AACS key.
The best response ever to that ad comparing piracy to theft, beginning with "You wouldn't steal a car..." is posted here.
I started losing my hair at around age 16. I was a bit worried because obviously high-school students are mostly evil and I didn't want to give them yet another name to call me, but it wasn't really visible since I had a big bushy head of long, wavy, early-1990s-tortured-artist hair at the time.
Once school was over and the socially-active mutants I called my classmates ceased being a worry, I didn't have much of a problem with it. In fact, since I started buzzing it all off a few years ago, I find I really prefer how I look and feel. Additionally, people are occasionally inspired to rub my head, which is quite soothing.
Plus, I discovered the big secret that would put all these baldness researchers and hair clubs for men and wigmakers out of business in a hurry if every man realized it.. nobody cares. Bald men are all over the place, they've always been a part of society, and the world in general does not pay them any special attention for better or worse.
She uses a paid Flickr account, not the free service.
How racetrack-like are we talking about? Does it smell like spilled booze and horse puckey? Can I gamble away the kids' college money on it?
in 3.. 2..
Same here.. Last year I went to a showing of the film in Coney Island set up by "Rolling Roadshow," a series of showings of cult films at/near their iconic locations. The whole crowd (mostly rabid fans) had been reverentially quiet throughout the film, but at that line everyone spontaneously chanted along with it together. It wasn't as if one guy started it and more people joined in either, the entire crowd spontaneously started chanting in unison. It was awesome.
The entrants all made the mistake of constructing the means to move dirt in Earth's three puny dimensions.
On the moon, they have five.
Thousand.
Yes, five thousand. Don't question it.
Speaking from personal experience in both directions, I'd have to disagree.
I'm certainly no Jonathan Coulton in terms of unusual Internet celebrity, but I do semi-regularly receive what might be termed "fan mail" from people in certain circles, I've been approached at conventions by people who dig my work, I have been recognized on the street, and I once got to autograph a particular body part. I'm also famous enough that a stranger started a Wikipedia article on me, though not famous enough to escape said article being deleted for non-notability. Taking all that with the massive grain of salt you should take with any Internet celebrity's assertions of their own Internet celebrity status, read on..
Since I really am grateful to hear from people who like something or other I've done, it just wouldn't feel right to leave these things unanswered. You think I rock? Thanks for thinking so! You think I suck? Thanks for letting me know why! Any input from outside is valuable in some way, especially on the Internet where there's such a massive glut of material and a post about the ultimate answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything can get lost among a set of photos of one's cats. Feedback is the main payback for most of what I do (thanks, Slashdot mods!) and what drives much of the Internet's independenty-produced free content.
You talk about "breaking the illusion" of one's stardom.. personally, I love breaking whatever illusions come about from my peculiar brand of noteriety. A good friend of mine named Mark Lyons once said "the higher a pedestal someone has you up on, the easier it is to knock you down from it." I don't crave pedestals at all, and I'd much rather promote an honest image of myself to the world rather than letting people paint some People Magazine bullshit with my face on it. I really don't have any interest in the amount of work and deception it would take me to live up to some glamourized image loosely based on me, and take every opportunity to throw whatever monkeywrenches I can into that sort of goings-on. Have illusions about me, good or bad? I would like to smash them!
I'm never going to control whether people like or dislike me or my work, but so long as people base their judgments of me on something that actually has to do with me, they've come by their opinion honestly. And what's more, I've made some of my best friends this way. And this isn't the MySpace/Livejournal/Web2.0 definition of "friendship" which basically means "I clicked on your name once" but the real-world definition about the privilege of having great people involved in one's life.
Looking at this from the other perspective, I've had the pleasure of corresponding with people I've been a fan of for whatever reason. I don't expect personal replies back because of the realities of the situation, but that makes the few that do stand out so much more from the rest, and simply strengthens my support of whatever made me write them in the first place. I've even made some good friends this way as well.
*ominously clicking together Jolt COla bottles stuck on fingertips*
Botnets... come out to play-ayyyyy!
This bill passed with a vote of 225-197. If it's vetoed by the President and returned to Congress, they'll need a two-thirds majority to override the veto and make it law.
I thought "Mr. Taleyarkhan" is the one who is meant to "tally me banana" before "daylight come and me wan' go home."
Man, did I ever love this game back then! I still fire up the C64 or SMS emulators every so often to replay it. A full-page ad for the game, torn from some computer magazine, had a place of honor among the posters on my wall.
The game gets a bad rep nowadays, usually because of the botched NES port made by a team of crack-smoking monkeys, but the original will always be one of my all-time favorite computer games.
While it's always heartwarming to see someone stand up for a principle like this in such a dramatic manner, it's even nicer to see it actually pay off for him in the end.
I hope IDG gave him a sufficiently good deal to get him back, because it would have been very much worth it for any of their competition to snap him up and brag loudly about it.