Further excerpts from the surely to be at least partially deleted thread (ben joins the fight!):


athana said...
warz, Who am I to question you? I'm the owner of this blog. Who are you to come into my 'house' and question *me*?

You're getting close to being plunked onto my people-to-delete list, for lack of manners.

The point of my questioning was this: If your real motive is to share your photos, then you'd love it when you were lucky enough to have someone like me post them to an additional venue -- one visited by at least 200 people a week.

You obviously don't know your own mind.


slightly-less-random said...
You know you really shouldn't steal people's photographs, especially when you don't know the person.

That's what Creative Commons is for, to let people know what they can do with a photo. You should consider restricting your image searches to creative commons photos only.

Shame on you for stealing. The least you should do is say sorry.


warzauwynn said...
Athana,

Manners go both ways. Insulting my character by questioning my motives does not present you as a gracious host. This isn't your house, it's the internet, "a public bulletin board".

My real motive is indeed to share my photos, but it is not to illustrate the new-age emasculating rants of a hypersensitive nearly senior citizen. My photos spread warmth and beauty, your blog spreads cowardice and fear of man. I don't want my photos on your blog any more than you want your photo on the wall of a sadomasochist sex shop, it's just not something I stand behind.

To top it off, the only two people who commented on the photo of mine that you stole were girls impressed with Rob's visage, girls who no doubt know the qualities of a good man and would like him to be their friend. This is the kind of man who has defended girls on the subway by throwing harassing cracked out men off the train only to be repaid with absolutely nothing, not even a smile or a kind word. That poor girl on the train was most likely the exact kind of girl who would find solace in the weakling garbage you sling at your chosen enemies, the virtuous and strong men who just might stand up for you if you loved them instead of kicking them in the balls and cowering in fear of their inherent differences.

So as lucky as you think I should be, I'd rather cut a meager 200 views a week along with all the dramatic bullshit that comes along with it and stay clear of sites like this. Go ahead and add me to your delete list, I'll be off making headlines on digg.com, slashdot.com, wired.com, and Dream Not of Today.

You, on the other hand, should literally get fucked. It'd do you some good to experience first hand the pleasure that testosterone can bring you.

A little back and forth between Dr. J, Anatha and myself:

dr. j said...
Using somebody else's work without attribution is lame, regardless of how eloquently you can defend yourself on your own blog.


athana said...
I agree, dr. j. Who did that? It wasn't me.


warzauwynn said...
It's true, Athana, you did give attribution, but unfortunately the license on all of my photographs is all rights reserved. That means you have no right to copy the photo even with attribution, you need explicit permission from the artist. You clearly don't understand this though since you took yet another photo with all rights reserved and posted it in place of my photo. I think you should wrap your head around the legality of reposting random clips from the internet before you publish your book.


athana said...
warzauwynn, you are absolutely right. I need to be more respectful of your right to share your photos however you wish to share them.

Apparently you want to charge people for the rights to use them, and are waiting for them to be "discovered" by someone who would be willing to pay you to publish them somewhere?

How much do you plan to charge for your individual photos?

Do you know what people pay for the use of photos like yours?

Or do you just want to confine your photos to one site (Flickr) and hope a few people will stumble by and enjoy them?

Just curious. What *is* your motive for "reserving all rights" to your photos?

Thanks for your concern about the images in my book. Those I needed, however, aren't on the internet. Most are owned by museums in Europe.


warzauwynn said...
Anatha, why do you think that just because I take photographs I have the intent to sell them? I may have sold several photos of mine, but that's not the point. Photography is my passion and if I never sell another photo I'll still be happy sharing the beauty of the world with people who want to see it through my eyes.

As for confining my photos to Flickr, I've sold more prints to people who have seen them in real life than digitally on Flickr.

And now I have a question for you. Why do you always sound so condescending? Who are you to question the motives behind my hobby and artistic outlet?

Go get 'em Rob!

Ha, the back-and-forth on her blog's comments is some of the more entertaining shit I've read in quite some time.

Way to delivery the hearty gg, Rob.

I still think you're compensating for something with the hair.

This might be the testosterone poisoning talking but I've read over this silly woman's blog/rubbish entry a few times and I don't get it either.

"I'm sorry I’m going to have to delete the foto wtf?’s in; at least one of the men in it looks like he has a sense of humor (and a lack of testosterone poisoning)" So what? This was supposed to be funny? Seeing every other person on the planet as having been born with a disease and "Depending on the skankiness of your case, you should be hospitalized from birth until you’re cured.", was supposed to be seen as tongue-in-cheek humor?

Yeah, I'm sure the parents of children born with, let's say Cystic fibrosis, think it's really fucking (that's MY impression of a mack truck) funny comparing that to being born male.

Well kids, I'd love to stay and chat some more but it's lights out here at the women's ward and testosterone poisoning tends to make me cranky if I don't get enough sleep!

A nice flame war is starting to erupt on that hippie woman's blog. To save our readership from the stink of patchouli, find it below:

Rob said...

Lady, I've read through this quite a few times and I have no idea what the fuck you are saying.

All I know is I'm in that photo, it belongs to my boy, and I'm faintly pissed.

wtf?

6:15 PM

[Hippie Blog Owner] Athana said...

Dear wtf?

You advertised yourself as "testosterone" in Flickr (or at least the foto you're in was labeled as such), and now I think I see why. You sound like someone with testosterone poisoning.

Your liberal use of the violent word "fuck" (used twice in a collection of under 40 words), is an indication to me that you either want to sound like a mack truck, and/or you live in some kind of nether world I wish didn't exist.

I'm glad you posted here, though, because it gives my readers a chance to observe an actual example of testosterone poisoning.

Note, people, how wtf's vocabulary is severely limited to the scatalogical: violent words for love making; slang terms for bodily functions that most people seem to want to keep fairly private about.

Almost every word he uses is found on the 1st 100 words kindergarten teachers teach kindergarten students -- one syllable words that are the simplest and oldest in the English language.

Note how he's read through the post several times yet has no idea what it says. Testosterone overdoses can affect cognitive functioning, and this certainly does appear to be what's happened to wtf?

I'm sorry I'm going to have to delete the foto wtf?'s in; at least one of the men in it looks like he has a sense of humor (and a lack of testosterone poisoning). I think wtf? must be the other guy.

I'm going to leave the link to the foto however, where it exists on flickr, so you can go see a picture of an actual testosterone-poisoned individual. (My guess is he's the dude on the right.)

8:32 PM

T-Dub said...

Well said! Game, set and match! One might also wonder if the hairstyle isn't compensating for something!

XX4EVA!

Blessed be!

9:32 PM

Rob said...

And here we go.

Simple language is the only appropriate response to the batshit drivel passing for new age counsel above. Using ten dollar words to denigrate ten cent writing is like using a wrecking ball for a flyswatter; it'll entertain a crowd but ultimately the wrong tool for the job. If such comes across like a quick, large object barreling towards your consciousness, it's not because of violent profanity. It's because it is reality - this harsh, brutal and very fast moving thing you've avoided expertly for so long frequently likened to a speeding semi truck.

As unreal as it may seem to the radical goddess theorist, educated and normal people may be unable to identify a single coherent thought in the thread above, save some vague disdain for dudes. Testosterone poisoning? Is that some sort of fucking joke?

Are you seriously suggesting that the very real and tragic problem of the American hypermasculine ideal is the result of genetics? That the reason that women make less, the reason women get less, and the reason women suffer more is the result of poor genetics? That the root cause for all the suffering in the experience of being a post-modern woman has nothing to with a sensationalized culture or male-dominant affirming media or history in Western civilization of female objectification that dates back nearly 6,000 years but is - in fact - the result of too much of a single *hormone*?

Besides content, the presentation is equally confusing. Before you start using command of the English language as a straw man to create the illusion of tautology surrounding your post, you might want to pick up Elements of Style. Your arbitrary application of the bold function in Blogger reaches for ee cummings and lands on the third page of People Magazine. Next time you talk about the history of the English language you may want to read a little Chaucer. As most of English came from German, I think you'll find the "oldest and simplest" words weren't fuck or shit but seven syllable barnbusters that served as entire sentences. The difference between looking smart and being smart is rarely publication, particularly on the Internet. Might want to swing that one by the bull's balls before posting to an audience that has a bookshelf.

I don't know what the solution to the inequities women face is but I sure know it is not a snake oil saleswoman like yourself. Anyone that claims to speak for a deity should be held with all the credulity of a bumper sticker, for which your work on this blog and the upcoming vanity published cockrag of a book should be rightly regarded. The biggest problem with people like you is that you think you have the answer to a problem you can't effectively identify.

Changing the gender of Jesus is not going to change the world and it is batshit crazy to think it will. Further, blaming your own creative and academic theft on a hypersensitive suit for the benefit of a few dozen crystal carrying homebodies is more crass than spouting "fuck." I use language that describes truth. You use other people's work to obscure truth with language.

My name is Rob, as it says at the top of the entry. I didn't identify that photo as "testosterone," it is so named as an excerpt by the eloquent gentleman to my right who described the Russian language as "ballet and testosterone distilled." This language he had to learn, by the way, in order to become the second private citizen in space.

The guy with the sense of humor is the guy on the left, me. And I don't think there is anything funny about stealing someone else's work for your blog. I don't think there is anything funny about suggesting the world's problems come from how we are born and not how we are raised.

And I *particularly* don't find anything funny about the willfully cognizant selling hope to the hopeless for personal gain and profit, which surely what this blog, book and author is all about.

Get fucked you hippie bullshit artist and stop stealing the work of greater men.

Awww SNAP! She told you to talk to the hand, yo, 'cause her face? It just doesn't care.

But I got your back, never you worry.

Bros before hoes, and shovels, and other gardening tools beeyatch!

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You're surprised that you represent, and thus are metaphorically burned in effigy, as something that is an affront to anything with a total chromosome tally that also signifies a certain cerveza mexícana?

Or have you forgotten the rather extreme gender bias of our usual audience?

Or is that you're just pleasantly caught off guard that anybody would use you as the poster boy for testosterone?

I gotta' million of 'em! I'll be here all week! Tip your server!