Copywrongs

I know I'm preaching to the choir, in general, when I bitch about copyright being abused by people who never created a fucking thing (other than a lawsuit) in the first place.

But after reading this, let me encourage everyone to read Joyce out loud, as often as possible. Fuck it, quote him in your journals and blogs. Send emails talking about Ulysses. Refer to Joyce's twit of a grandson as "The snotgreen sea" or some other equally silly thing his granddad wrote. Spray paint the quotes on walls. Or better yet, on Stephen Joyce's forehead. If you've got a printer, head to http://www.online-literature.com/james_joyce/ and print every one of the writer's works. Unlike his grandson, Joyce had a modicum of talent, and he enjoyed his copyright just fine during his lifetime.

And let's not even get into the fact that Ulysses steals tons from Shakespeare and Greek Myth (but hey, copyright laws didn't exist back then, so who cares).

What a fucking wanker.

And you can quote me on that. I won't sue.

Tumblers! Grumblers! Fumblers! Bumblers!

Saying that morenasangre rocks is kinda like saying the sky is blue (or, given the current Atlanta weather, gray). But it needs to be said today, as UPS just dropped off the Original Cast Recordings of the 1996 revival of A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum (which is my favorite Sondheim musical, followed closely by his output from 1981-90) and Wicked, the adaption of the Gregory McGuire novel. I'm not surprised to discover that the latter is one of morenasangre's favorites, since it's by Stephen Schwartz (although I'm surprised I didn't realize he was involved with this -- shows how out of the B'way loop I've been). I'm listening to the latter right now, and it's a delight.