We like the awkward humor of The Office, the self-imposed exile of Survivor, the hand-wringing idiocy of Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader? We are suckers for dreams and dark secrets and anxious moments of truth.
One of the things that strikes me as odd, even at first glance, is that publishing houses have no qualms about putting out competing books with the same titles in the same genre in the same year.
Saturday I published a book under my alias Robert Carpentier
On Sunday I woke up thinking "Who owns my copyright?"
I love Facebook. Some days, I almost love it as much as I love pie (or pi). But when the Ministry of Silly Walks informed me several days ago that the Patent and Trademark Office had given Facebook the go-ahead to move forward with its trademark application for the word "Face," I was appalled.
As all of you who have ever watched a DVD know, each Blu-Ray begins with an unskippable anti-piracy blurb that equates copyright infringement with raiding of the sort that felled the Incas and filled Billy Bones' sea chest with doubloons. Which is only to be expected when copyright owners refer to copyright infringement as "theft."
Readers who aren't charmed or amused by a fat, flatulent, gluttonous, loud, lying, hypocritical, self-deceiving, self-centered blowhard who masturbates to memories of a dog and pretends to profundity are not likely to enjoy this one.
If you are like me, you may have a vague recollection of a strange case filed some eight years ago in which Nestlé was accused of misappropriating the likeness of a former model to use on the labels of everyone's favorite, Taster's Choice Coffee. Sounds like much ado about nothing at first