Stupid copy thieves…
I was just checking my referrers and noticed an entry that I hadn’t seen before. As always I clicked to see what new site was pointing to me. I was surprised to be greeted by a 404 error page (seen above). That didn’t make sense, especially since the referral happened only a minute ago.
But then I noticed that the copy looked familiar. Oh yeah… I WROTE THAT. That’s the copy from MY error page on MY server. That’s not my design or my site, but there it is — MY copy with MY links to MY site and email still intact (idiot).
So, I invite you to take a look at sellswim.com, which incidentally uses this warning:
Use of any graphics without permission is stictly prohibited.. Please email for permission before using..
Ahem, anyway… you might want to send ol’ Jay Schwartz a note letting him know it’s not cool to steal other’s work. I know I will.
UPDATE:// Jay took the error page down almost immediately after I sent my email. So, if you still find it necessary to send him a note, just know that he was quick and gracious to comply.
Newwww Dayyyy For YOUUUUU!
I am in mental agony today, and I intend to spread it in the hope of feeling better myself.
I woke up this morning with the song “New Day For You” by Basia running through my head. It has not stopped running since approximately 6:45 this morning.
I had to think about why this song (arguably one of the worst of the 80s) got stuck in my mind. As I hear Godley and Creme’s “Cry” over the lobby sound system, I’ve found a likely culprit for the source. But, I’m pretty sure I heard this musical massacre while in the power tool aisle of Lowe’s on Sunday. That in itself is a mental exercise in subliminal emasculation that has wide-reaching ramifications I’m sure.
Regardless, there’s ol’ Basia with her smooth pseudo-Latin syncopated pop, sounding all smug right between my ears:
It’s a Newwww Dayyy for Youuuuu…
Newwwww Dayyyy f’ YOUUUUUUUUU!
Can rhythm be self-important? I’ve long held the belief that it can. Smug, self-important rhythm, as in:
That paradiddle apparently thinks it’s better than me.
I think you know what kind of rhythm I’m talking about. Those odd, out-of-place beats featured in songs that are trying too hard to be cool and artsy but end up sounding like a college marching band’s ode to wire-rimmed glasses and ennui.
I’ve suffered enough today. Watch the video (and enjoy the beauty of chambray shirts) so that you can be afflicted too.
