The Complete Guide to Not Giving a Fuck


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Ok, I have a confession to make.

I have spent almost my whole life– 31 years–  caring far too much about offending people, worrying if I’m cool enough for them, or asking myself if they are judging me.

I can’t take it anymore. It’s stupid, and it’s not good for my well being. It has made me a punching bag–  a flighty, nervous wuss. But worse than that, it has made me someone who doesn’t take a stand for anything. It has made me someone who stood in the middle, far too often, and not where I cared to stand, for fear of alienating others. No more. Not today.

Today, ladies and gentlemen, is different.

We’re going to talk about the cure. We’re going to talk about what’s necessary. We’re going to talk about the truth.

Do you wonder if someone is talking shit about you? Whether your friends will approve? Have you become conflict-avoidant? Spineless?

Well, it’s time you started not giving a fuck.

FACT NUMBER 1. People are judging you right now.

Yes, it’s really happening right at this moment. Some people don’t like you, and guess what? There’s nothing you can do about it. No amount of coercion, toadying, or pandering to their interests will help. In fact, the opposite is often true; the more you stand for something, the more they respect you, whether it’s grudgingly or not.

What people truly respect is when you draw the line and say “you will go no further.” They may not like this behaviour, but so what? These are people don’t like you anyway, why should you attempt to please people who don’t care for you in the first place?

Right. Then, there’s Internet trolls. That’s a whole other thing.

Regular people are fine– you don’t actually hear it when they’re talking behind your back. But on the web, you do see it, which changes the dynamic drastically. They have an impact because they know you have your vanity searches, etc. But the real problem with Internet haters is that they confirm your paranoid delusion that everyone out there secretly hates you.

Thankfully, that’s not actually true. So the first noble truth is that most people don’t even care that you’re alive. Embrace this, my friends, for it is true freedom. The world is vast and you are small, and therefore you may do as you wish and cast your thoughts of those who dislike it to the side.

FACT NUMBER 2. You don’t need everyone to like you.

This stuff is crazy, I know, but it’s cool, you’ll get used to it. Here’s the next thing: not only do most people not know that you exist, and some are judging you, but it totally does not matter even if they are.

How liberating this is may not even hit you yet, but it will. Check this out: when people don’t like you, nothing actually happens. The world does not end. You don’t feel them breathing down your neck. In fact, the more you ignore them and just go about your business, the better off you are.

You know when they say “the best revenge is a life well lived”? Well, this is true, but it isn’t the whole truth. A life well lived is great, yes, but it cannot happen while you are sweating about who your detractors are and what they think. What you have to do, what you have no choice but to do, is accept it and move on.

So not giving a fuck is actually a necessary precedent to create a good life for yourself. It can’t happen without it. That’s why you have to begin today.

FACT NUMBER 3. It’s your people that matter.

Ok, so you’ve adjusted to the fact that most people in the world are barely aware of your existence, and you’re also conscious of the fact that those who don’t like you are in the obscenely small minority and don’t actually matter. Awesome. Next you need to realize that the people who do care about you, and no one else, are those you need to focus on.

Relationships are weird. Once we’re in one (with family, a spouse, whatever), we promptly begin to take the other person for granted and move on to impressing strangers instead– say, our boss. Then, once we’ve impressed our boss, we start taking him for granted too, and so on, in an endless cycle of apathy. It’s like we always prefer to impress and charm the new than to work on what we already have.

But these people– your champions– they understand your quest or your cause. They make you feel good when you’re around them, make you laugh or make you feel like you can just be yourself. They make you feel relaxed or at ease. You’ve shared things with them. They’re important. Focus on them instead.

FACT NUMBER 4. Those who don’t give a fuck change the world. The rest do not.

So I’m reading this horrible book right now by Stephen King called the Long Walk. It’s a contest where people walk without sleeping or resting, and if they do stop, they are killed. (That’s actually every Stephen King book– “there’s a clown, but it kills!” “There’s a car, but it kills!” etc.)

I suspect this book is a metaphor for war, but it also captures perseverance very well. What it takes to move past anything is to simply realize that your obstacle is unimportant, and that it can be dismissed. This is true whether you’re running a marathon or trying to get to Mars.

If you dismiss the things that do not matter; if you remove those things from your mind and focus on what must be done; if you understand that your time is limited and decide to work now; only then will you be able to get to the finish line. Otherwise, you will be dissuaded into living a life you aren’t interested in.

Side note: You need to handle failure and obscurity better. You may be in a tough place right now where you feel lonely or like a loser. No worries, we’ve all been there. But it’s time for you to realize how common these things are, and that they’re experienced by even the most successful and happiest people in the world. Those people get past them, and you will too.

The eye is watching

You want to know something? This actually has nothing to do with anyone else. It has everything to do with you.

I had a discussion with Jonathan Fields the other week that was about the use of swearing (and “true voice”) on blogs. I watched him on a Skype video as we did this, and I could actually pinpoint the moment where he was about to say “fuck” but almost stopped himself. It was amazing. So I called him out on it. “You felt it just now, didn’t you?”

Everyone has an internetal eye. It always watching. It has been slowly constructed by society at large and by your friends and family, and it checks you for unacceptable behaviour. If you have had it around for long enough, you actually start to believe that the eye is you, and that you’re “being reasonable” or some other rationalization.

But the eye isn’t you at all. It is a prison, and you have justified its existence by obeying it. It’s strong because you let it be strong.

But the secret, the part that’s amazing, is that it can’t do anything to stop you, even if it wanted to. It’s an eye. It can only watch. The rest of you is free to act as you wish.

How to get back your self-respect in five easy steps

STEP 1. Do things that you consider embarrassing.

My girlfriend and I have been breaking in Vibram Fivefingers in preparation for the massive walk we are doing. Have you ever seen these shoes? They’re amazing for you knees and give you no blisters, but they are the ugliest thing imaginable. Yesterday, I wore them with a sweet bowtie I put on for Easter. I looked like a crazy person.

As I said at the beginning of this post, I am deeply aware and can become quite upset by people’s judgment– I think a lot of people are, but don’t admit it. But as I walked by people in my techno-clown outfit, not a single person looked at me. Nobody cared, and it slowly dawned on me that even if people did look at me weird, they just walked by. Later, they would forget about me entirely.

You must try this. Find your internal filters and break them, one at a time. Notice how society, like an ocean, smoothes over the waves you make, until what you do gets eliminated, or becomes the status quo. Work with this.

STEP 2. Accept, or deal with, awkwardness.

It’s widely known that interviewers get their best material by being quiet and allowing silence to force words out of a politician or celebrity.

You may be uncomfortable with silence. I know I still am. But I have been working on it and have to say that it is a much more serene state to be in than trying to cover it up with random babbling just to fill up the air. This is one type of awkwardness, a kind that you should feel comfortable about and learn to live with.

Another kind of social awkwardness is this in-between space where you might have done something wrong or been wronged, but don’t say anything. I’ve been given a few harsh lessons in my time and come away realizing that the freedom that comes from talking about an uncomfortable truth is better than the comfort of avoiding that talk altogether.

Someone told me recently that the Clintons’ method for earning respect in politics is this: if someone pushes you, push back twice as hard. This is much better than awkwardness. It’s clear, it’s not passive aggressive, and you know where you stand. Start doing this immediately.

STEP 3. Refuse boundaries.

The video above was taken in 1970, right when the Front de Libération du Québec had killed Premier Pierre Laporte and put his body in the trunk of a car. Trudeau’s “Just watch me” is one of the most famous phrases in Canadian political history. The journalists are trying to trap him into choosing on-camera between a safety/police-state and civil liberties/freedom but Trudeau refuses their boxes.

The Liberal Party of Canada no longer has any balls, but for us, there’s still hope. Walk where you want to walk. Don’t accept false choices. Don’t let people dictate how you should live your life. Definitely don’t listen to the eye.

STEP 4. Tell the truth.

You don’t need to be an asshole, but the world does not need another conflict-avoidant, evasive person. No one wants another individual who steps in line with everyone else. The status quo is doing fine without you, so it’s up to you to call bullshit if you see it.

Don’t mind-read either. Telling the truth means seeing the truth, not adding your own layer of sugar coating or suspected emotion on top of it.

STEP 5. Begin your new life.

This step can’t happen without the others, but once you’ve gotten here, you can safely begin to explore a whole new world– one where anything you do is fine as long as it isn’t seriously hurting anyone else. Wanna explore old abandoned buildings? No problem, as long as you’re ready to live with the consequences. Feel like hanging from hooks or get whipped by a dominatrix? Go ahead, but be safe about it.

Once you begin on this path, you start to discover that practically everyone is capable of understanding the weird things that you do. In fact, it makes you interesting and worth paying attention to, further feeding into your plans of world domination, should you have any.

But none of this fun can happen without you recognizing, and walking past, the eye. Doing this is a powerful act of control which builds momentum and makes you strong.

Take back your self respect. Do it today– try it right now. Wear something ugly. Do something stupid. Tell someone the truth.

It doesn’t fucking matter.

Don't let ignorant people vote


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Well said.

Grand Rapids, Michigan (CNN) — Should ignorant people be allowed to vote?

A provocative question for sure; however, I’m not bringing it up for shock value, but rather to give us all pause.

If I were to ask you to ingest an unknown medicine from someone who knew nothing about the medical field, you probably wouldn’t do it. And I doubt many of us would feel comfortable as a shareholder in a company that asked people who knew nothing about business to hire its next CEO?

Yet we all know people who gleefully admit they know nothing about politics, don’t have time to find out what the current issues are or even know how the government works, but go out and vote. Want to know why it seems Washington is run by a bunch of idiots? Blame this hiccup in our political system for starters. What’s a solution? Weed out some of the ignorant by making people who want to vote first pass a test modeled on the one given to those who want to become citizens.

In an effort to win over ignorant voters, political campaigns are no longer targeting the movable middle as much as the easily misled. Instead of intelligent debates about important topics such as health care reform and cash-strapped states, we have an exchange of easy to remember catchphrases such as “Obamacare” and “War on Unions” — all in the race to pander to people who can’t explain what Congress does.

Or have a firm grasp of how tax dollars are spent.

In a recent CNN poll, more than a third of the people questioned wanted to see cuts in military spending, which is a good debate to have. The problem is the poll also revealed most Americans think the military takes up 30 percent of the budget when in reality it’s 19 percent. If we don’t know how much money is being spent, how can we intelligently say it’s too much? And what to make of the 20 percent of folks polled who believe public broadcasting represents 10 percent of the budget, when it’s more like a 10th of 1 percent?

I’m not suggesting someone needs to be a Rhodes scholar to vote.
But voters should at least be able to name the three branches of government. Voters should understand what a “trade deficit” is and how laws are made.

Before getting all bent out of shape by my assertion that you or someone you love is ignorant, please know I am not referring to the dictionary’s first definition of the word, which typically means an uneducated or unsophisticated person. I am operating with the second usage, defined as a lack of knowledge in a specific area.

No one is omniscient; we’re all ignorant about something.

I know close to nothing about the inner workings of my car, and so I come to my mechanic, ignorant — but not stupid. As this relates to voting, if people don’t know much about current government and politics, they too are ignorant, not necessarily stupid. The difference is that naively paying too much for repairs on a car is not nearly as damaging to foreign policy as a bunch of ignorant voters hitting the polls.

Am I advocating for some sort of elitism?

You betcha.

One of the more counterproductive byproducts of having our political system hijacked by campaigns obsessed with ignorant voters is that the word “elite” has been saddled with terrible PR. True, one boilerplate definition essentially means “rich snobs” but another — and the one more central to my point — means the best or most skilled in a group. We don’t seem to have a problem understanding the importance of having elite athletes on our favorite sports team, but some of us have been trained to have a gag reflex at the very mention of the country’s elite thinkers running the country.

The Founding Fathers were not a bunch of average Joes with gripes about England; they were elite thinkers and philosophers. James Madison attended what is now Princeton. John Hancock went to Harvard. Thomas Jefferson enrolled at the College of William and Mary when he was 16. Today it seems the more education a candidate has, the harder he or she has to work to distance him or herself from it.

So how do we weed out ignorant voters without harking back to the days of poll taxes and Jim Crow? I would start by making the U.S. Naturalization Test — given to immigrants who want to become citizens — part of the voter registration process.

If knowing the number of years a senator is elected to serve is required of anyone who wants to become a U.S. citizen, is it too much to expect that information to be common knowledge for those of us who already are? This has nothing to do with who a person is or how they may vote but everything to do with a person voting as an informed citizen, not a sound bite regurgitator. Having a grasp of current events would be ideal, but if we could at least raise the required investment to engage in the political system, perhaps the tone of the rhetoric surrounding it can be elevated as well.

We wouldn’t issue a driver’s license to someone unable to pass the written test, knowing the potential damage that person could do behind the wheel. Why do we look at voting differently?

While the Constitution lists the reasons why a citizen cannot be denied the right to vote, it does not explicitly say it is a federal right. This is why felon disenfranchisement and mental competency laws, as they pertain to voting, vary from state to state.

I’m not suggesting we kick people out of the political process, only that we require them to have an agreed upon understanding of what that process is. If people are too busy to read up on the government, the Department of Homeland Security is not going to escort them out of the country — or take away away their citizenship. At any point in which ignorant voters are fed up with being on the outside looking in, they can go to the post office, pick up a brochure with all of the questions and answers in it, and study free of charge.

Sounds harsh?

It is.

But at this crucial juncture with at least two wars, a budding energy crisis, a growing trade deficit, etc., do we really have the luxury of hand-holding? There simply needs to be more required of us as responsible voters than being born 18 years ago. Perhaps if we weed out the ignorant voters, politicians will no longer feel the need to dumb down the conversation in hopes of getting their attention.

And then if we’re really lucky, maybe the ignorant politicians will go away as well.

At least one can dream.

Rebooting Life


It seems like people are always talking about “starting over” or “redefining themselves” when things go to shit in their lives.  Makes sense to shake things up a bit if life isn’t going quite the way you planned, but it takes a true madman to shake things up when things are going well.

I am that madman.

I’m working my last week for Northrop Grumman as a CDC Contractor this week.  I’m not unhappy at CDC, in fact, it was a very tough decision to leave.  So why am I doing it?

There are occasions in a person’s life when that person has an opportunity to “leap forward”.  When Internet Security Systems hired me away from AirTouch 13 years ago, I went from a “safe, corporate job” to a company that had just gone public and was growing by leaps and bounds.  It was one of the happiest and most rewarding experiences in my career despite the fact that it ended a bit worse than I had intended.

10 years later, with lessons learned, I have such an opportunity again, a chance to expand my skills and professional horizons that doesn’t occur in larger companies.

Something that goes along with such a change, I am re-evaluating a lot of the things in my life.  I’m deciding what is important and what can be left behind.  There is something healing about leaving behind some of the baggage that you carry around in your soul, and not all of the jettisoned “cargo” is bad.  Sometimes you have to give up/leave behind some things that have run their course, even though you enjoyed them.  You have to unpack your bags from time to time to make room for new stuff.

I’m looking forward to discovering what new “stuff” is out there for me.

Suicide ain’t so goddamn painless.


A former co-worker of mine killed himself yesterday.  My first thought, in fact, the first question I asked when I heard the news is “What about his family?  Will they be ok?”  Don’t get me wrong.  I think it sucks that someone can reach a point in their life where “checking out” seems like a viable option.  But ultimately, I think killing yourself is is selfish and “the easy way out”.

Now there are times when sacrificing your own life may be the best option… Protecting your family, or an idea that is bigger than yourself.  But killing yourself because of depression is a failure.  A failure to seek help. A failure to reach out to the people who love you.  A failure of faith.  Faith in God.  Faith in yourself.  Faith in the Flying Spaghetti Monster.  Whatever it is that you might have faith in.  Carrying on even when you don’t have a reason to do so is the ultimate test of a human being.

I haven’t spoken to this person in nearly a decade, and we weren’t particularly close even then.  But hearing the news today shocked me just the same.  I grieve.  Not as much for him, but for his family.  For the friends and loved ones he left behind.  I grieve for all those people who are left behind asking “Why?”  We look for reasons because the truth that is staring us in the face is too unpleasant to face.  He failed.  At some basic level of his existence, he could not handle what it means to live and took the selfish and easy way out.

I don’t say this out of malice.  I think it sucks.  I think that he forgot that there are people who could have reminded him that he is loved and that there are people in the world who care.  Hell, *I* care.  I wish I had the opportunity to remind him that there are people who love him and want to help him.  I think it is that love that will reach into the depths of hell and pull even the most wretched soul out of the abyss.

Some of you may think that “failure” is too harsh a word to use, or at the very least think it is an indelicate choice of word.  Stop fearing failure!  Failure teaches us.  Failure makes success that much sweeter.  We all fail.  We are all imperfect. Failure reminds us that we have more work to do.  If nothing else, his failure is a reminder to the rest of us that we are not alone.  Remind yourselves that you are loved.  Remind others that you love them.

And to anyone who might read these words…

If you reach the point in your life where you think suicide is an option.  If you feel that there is nobody on this Earth who gives a damn that you’re alive.  Look me up.  I care.  Consider it a blank check to humanity, but if there is nobody else on this planet who you think can talk you down from that ledge.  I’ll do my best.  I’m not a psychologist or a pshrink, and my ordination as a minister is barely worth the paper it is printed on, but I’ll do my best to remind you that there is ALWAYS a reason to carry on even if it is just contempt for the things in this world that are beating you down.

It’s been a while.


I’m bringing this back from the dead eventually.  Suffice to say that I have a lot to say, and don’t care to do it via social media.

Short Version:

  • Wife and kids are great. (Yes, I said kids… #2 is on the way!)
  • My mother is a psychopath who has proven most of my father’s last words absolutely freaking accurate.  Thankfully, my in-laws and step-mother do a wonderful job of taking up the slack.
  • Health is as good as it has been in years.  I’m back in the gym and enjoying the hell out of it.
  • Jobs are going great. (technically… 3 of them.  I keep busy)
  • Even raiding in World of Warcraft is… going great. =)
  • Life is pretty much peachy f’ing keen.

So why am I resurrecting a blog that is home to most of my rantings and ravings?  Because I need some place to say all of the stuff that scandalizes “decent folks”.  Things like…

  • It’s not Sarah Palin’s fault that some whackjob in Arizona shot up all those people, no matter how much I think Sarah Palin is a malignant force in this country who should shut the hell up.
  • Obama is a typical politician, and while I think he’s doing a fair job, he is in trouble next year if the GOP runs the right candidate. (Yes, I have an opinion on who that candidate is… Ron Paul.)
  • Congress is, top-to-bottom, the largest collection of scum and villainy seen since the Mos Eisley cantina.
  • The TSA is staffed by a bunch of mouth-breathing morons who give government employees a bad name.
  • If nobody else will say it.  I will.   You want to balance the budget?  Take a good hard look at Defense spending.  I could cut the military’s budget in half without sacrificing the safety, effectiveness, or quantity of troops one iota.  If I can do it, those assholes in Congress should be able to figure it out.
  • I hope the NBA and NFL have labor stoppages… and stay that way for at least 2 years, then people might realize that not only are sports not life-or-death, but there is a lot out there to watch that isn’t mass produced mediocrity.  I wish sports in this country would adopt the promotion/relegation model so that cheap-ass owners who don’t spend money to put a good team on the field don’t get to split revenue with the teams that go out and work for it by signing the best players and putting the best team on the field.
  • Ricky Gervais is a freakin’ genius and I was thrilled to see him skewer all those celebrities on yet another bullshit Hollywood Awards show.  Can he host all of them?  I might actually watch.

More to come.. I’m out.

-Grim

Another TSA Outrage


A friend of mine sent me this about his TSA experience. He, unlike most of us, was coming back into the country from Afghanistan on a military charter.

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As the Chalk Leader for my flight home from Afghanistan, I witnessed the following:

When we were on our way back from Afghanistan, we flew out of Baghram Air Field. We went through customs at BAF, full body scanners (no groping), had all of our bags searched, the whole nine yards.

Our first stop was Shannon, Ireland to refuel. After that, we had to stop at Indianapolis, Indiana to drop off about 100 folks from the Indiana National Guard. That’s where the stupid started.

First, everyone was forced to get off the plane–even though the plane wasn’t refueling again. All 330 people got off that plane, rather than let the 100 people from the ING get off. We were filed from the plane to a holding area. No vending machines, no means of escape. Only a male/female latrine.

It’s probably important to mention that we were ALL carrying weapons. Everyone was carrying an M4 Carbine (rifle) and some, like me, were also carrying an M9 pistol. Oh, and our gunners had M-240B machine guns. Of course, the weapons weren’t loaded. And we had been cleared of all ammo well before we even got to customs at Baghram, then AGAIN at customs.

The TSA personnel at the airport seriously considered making us unload all of the baggage from the SECURE cargo hold to have it reinspected. Keep in mind, this cargo had been unpacked, inspected piece by piece by U.S. Customs officials, resealed and had bomb-sniffing dogs give it a one-hour run through. After two hours of sitting in this holding area, the TSA decided not to reinspect our Cargo–just to inspect us again: Soldiers on the way home from war, who had already been inspected, reinspected and kept in a SECURE holding area for 2 hours. Ok, whatever. So we lined up to go through security AGAIN.

This is probably another good time to remind you all that all of us were carrying actual assault rifles, and some of us were also carrying pistols.

So we’re in line, going through one at a time. One of our Soldiers had his Gerber multi-tool. TSA confiscated it. Kind of ridiculous, but it gets better. A few minutes later, a guy empties his pockets and has a pair of nail clippers. Nail clippers. TSA informs the Soldier that they’re going to confiscate his nail clippers. The conversation went something like this:

TSA Guy: You can’t take those on the plane.

Soldier: What? I’ve had them since we left country.

TSA Guy: You’re not suppose to have them.

Soldier: Why?

TSA Guy: They can be used as a weapon.

Soldier: [touches butt stock of the rifle] But this actually is a weapon. And I’m allowed to take it on.

TSA Guy: Yeah but you can’t use it to take over the plane. You don’t have bullets.

Soldier: And I can take over the plane with nail clippers?

TSA Guy: [awkward silence]

Me: Dude, just give him your damn nail clippers so we can get the f**k out of here. I’ll buy you a new set.

Soldier: [hands nail clippers to TSA guy, makes it through security]

This might be a good time to remind everyone that approximately 233 people re-boarded that plane with assault rifles, pistols, and machine guns–but nothing that could have been used as a weapon.

Cheaper than therapy


So it has been a while since I just cut loose with some good old fashioned vitriol.  I’ve been too busy with Dragon*Con, Work, and most importantly my wife and kid to be concerned about much of the rest of the world.  Today, I have a few minutes to vent some spleen about the things that have managed to fuck with my domestic serenity in the last few months.  As always, if you are offended by coarse language and politically incorrect thought, hit your fucking back button now. (Yes, that f-bomb was completely gratuitous, that’s the point.)

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girl quits job on dry erase board


Yesterday morning, Jenny quit her job with a (flash)bang by emailing these photos to the entire office, about 20 employees we’re told. Awesome doesn’t begin to describe this office heroine.

PK Your Savings Away? Don’t Mind if I Do


This is a post I didn’t publish about a month ago in response to EVE’s PLEX changes: “I’m curious as to the legal ramifications this may have. I’m guessing they’ve already figured any of those out because you can already sell PLEX, just not outside of the station you got them. Still, it’s $14.95 that can either be taken by another player or destroyed entirely in a blast. The latter is actually the scarier of the two for CCP, I think, because you’re now able to give them $$ for something that they can (be accused of) destroy(ing) via code.” Less than a month later, and someone destroyed more than $1000 of PLEX in one PvP battle.

74 PLEX, at a cost of $14.95 per month of game time, were destroyed by Method Of Destruction players. That amount of PLEX could have been used for six years, two months of EVE subscription time and cost $1106.30 US to whomever purchased the game time initially. All 74 PLEX cards were destroyed in the PvP battle, leaving CCP the benefactor of $1106.30 worth of unrecoverable destroyed virtual goods.

What this represents is a fundamental shift in the way certain PvP activities must be considered. Before, you could attempt to attribute a real dollar value to destroyed virtual assets, but it involved a lot of hocus pocus. Now, you can actually know the exact dollar value of certain destroyed virtual assets, because they were purchased for real currency.

I’m not accusing CCP of destroying the 74 PLEX in the conflagration (though their loot code needs some work), but it’s still interesting to watch player reaction to an unprecedented event in MMOs, and it’s a decision I certainly would never have made as a game designer (that said, CCP makes a lot of decisions with EVE that I would never make, such as making it literally impossible to catch up with other players if you didn’t start playing EVE on day 1 and maintain a permanent subscription).

Source: Massively

Junk Mail Advertiser (Cardell Media) is Suing Bloggers?


According to our British friends,  The Register, Chris Cardell, a self-described ‘Marketing Guru’ (using single quotes to emphasize “so called”, not because I am quoting him directly) and his “Cardell Media Family” are suing bloggers who have the audacity to point out that their latest advertising campaign (which consists of “a handwritten envelope containing an article torn from a newspaper and a Post-It note.” — now THAT was a quote from the article, notice the double quotes?) is, in fact, an advertising campaign.

According to The Register,  the Cardell Media Family “claims copyright over any use of the name Chris Cardell and warns about “your website’s post ‘Junk Mail by Chris Cardell’ which unlawfully infringes upon the intellectual property of rights of the Cardell Media Family”.”

Really?  Reporting news while using someone’s name is an infringement of intellectual property rights?

Suck it, Chris Cardell.  While our British cousins may not have the luxury of falling back on the 1st Amendment like we do in the US, I’m reasonably certain that the legal system in the UK isn’t “bollocksed up” (yes, I know… not really a term) enough to let your threats of legal action stand up.  I’d like to congratulate the Cardell Family for spawning such a shining example of douchebaggery in an age where professional athletes threaten to corner that market. (Hi LeBron!)  Maybe you could hire John Fitzgerald Page to head up your PR department?