Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Pirates and Obsolescence

There was a gap there, one of what I imagine will be many. Some of it is due to picking back up another writing project I had shelved for a bit, but if I'm being fair, it's mostly due to a lack of anything interesting to say...about, you know, this stuff anyway.

It's one of my greater rational fears, as I imagine it is with anyone who writes...let alone one who considers themselves a writer...that I'll eventually run out of BRAIN JUICE and have nothing left to talk about. This is extrapolated by the even more immense fear that one could conceivably run out of narrative about their current life situation in, I dunno'...say less than a month.

Anyway, that day has yet to come. Lucky for me.

About two nights ago I had a horrible nightmare that surrounded the idea of injecting living hornets with a massive syringe under my skin. It's interesting to note that the worst part of this was the needleitself, a medical device that despite drawing from a very large reservoir (imagine a milk jug...only full of enraged bees), was strikingly normal. Why it didn't extrude a sort of bee-paste rather than the still-living and still-quite-angry insects under my skin is just the kind of suspension of disbelief these sort of nightmares require...but nonetheless the needle itself caused me the most dire discomfort. It's worth noting that this nightmare was also brought on by my near-nightly forays into Bioshock, a game that keeps me playing despite what must surely be horribly damaging psychological backlash.

See, I fucking hate needles, and I imagine it's less than prudent to share this with the world...seeing that, if I ever find myself in an Orwellian Room 101 (a situation I increasingly consider more and more likely), it'll be sure to include needles in some capacity.

And thats exactly why the coppers will never take me alive.

...So anyway...

The other day I was getting nostalgic while listening to some music that has long sat in archives accrued from years ago, all illegitimately. Back in the day I was quite the software pirate...an idea and identity I tried my best not to take too much pride in. I always attempted to procure enough digital wealth each month to match or surpass the equivalent price of my ISP's service. In this way I had a concrete return for my internet investment, rather than the nebulous (and often traumatizing) experience that is simply surfing the web.

While this was and still is quite illegal, and having having toned it down quite a bit since, I just couldn't quite bring myself to...you know...give a shit. Since it's impossible for me to know or care how much this has truly affected the music and movie industry, my only real divining rod is when they stop making their shit. Until that day I imagine myself and every other discerning consumer will continue to procure free goodies(!!!) through the overwhelmingly powerful and completely unstoppable P2P network.

The way I see it, the entire entertainment industry should be happy and content in the fact that we still even want their crap. Oh! Speaking of which: I think it deserves note that my own waning pirate activities are due purely to disinterest and not because of any vaporous and unfounded legality threat. See, I will never give money to people who make and produce movies like The Reaping and Dumb and Dumberer...but so too will I never even bother to watch them despite them being readily available, streaming, for free.

Ultimately what it comes down to, in my eyes, is something like this: What an entertainer earns comes purely from their movie tickets sold. If their movie is good enough for me to see in the theaters (or they've fooled me into thinking it was good enough) then, by god, I'll go see it. (To date no amount of piracy can capture the magic of the big screen...just try and watch a cam and you'll see what I mean. And if a screener gets out, thats the company's own damn fault.) Anything they make after that point is a bonus they should be happy with.

I had something to close this out, but I forgot it.

Oh yeah, my brother makes movies, so uh...sorry if this offends you bro'.