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Feh.

Well. That’s not how I had planned spending tonight.

I monitor the work account from home and got a message that someone had pinched a photo to use on our company website. A message from the photographer we pinched it from, alas.

These things can get nasty. I mean, I don’t blame photographers for being upset — the internet is still the Wild West, and people steal like the wind. I’m sure it’s frustrating trying to make a penny off your intellectual property and having to chase it all over cyberspace.

I borrow stuff all the time for the blog and I can only recall receiving a takedown once. On the other hand, the mutilations I inflict on other people’s work may well (ironically) count as transformative. In other words, by pissing all over them, I may succeed in making them legally mine.

But anyway, I’m just a weasel and a company is a company. I heard a horror story last year about a historic society similar to ours who paid a few thousand to get rid of an angry photog.

Not me. I just did my best grovel and made it go away. I grovel real good. It’s that Southern bullshit thing.

I like the pic. I did an images search of “weasel cringe” and got this. And yes, it is mine — from 2011. It still feels weird when I turn up my own stuff on a search.

Comments


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: March 28, 2018, 9:51 pm

Hmmmmm…… I suppose the “Hat in Paws” demeanor is to be interpreted as “supplication.” It’s missing a little incline of the head downward and a bending of the back to lower the entire head even further to indicate a little submissive posture…
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{I know, I know…. everybody’s a critic, especially the ones who can’t do shit!}

 


Comment from SomeVegetable
Time: March 28, 2018, 10:06 pm

The idea of [a] Weasel actually bending down in supplication is hard for me to imagine. The vision of [a] Weasel pretending to apologize seems much more believable to me. That is [a] Weasel doesn’t really feel bad about it, but hey! There’s money involved. Hence the pretense.

And also hence the expression, “trying to Weasel out of “_______”.

https://www.macmillandictionary.com/us/dictionary/american/weasel-out-of

 


Comment from Ric Fan
Time: March 28, 2018, 10:42 pm

Should have offered him a breakfast rodent.

 


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: March 28, 2018, 11:46 pm

I just assumed he was a proud weasel.
Not to proud to beg, put proud enough not to grovel in the process.

 


Comment from Pupster
Time: March 29, 2018, 1:03 am

I had a photographer email me and post a comment after I nicked his photo for my (now defunct) blog, he only wanted attribution and credit / hat-tip for the picture which I gladly provided. Not like I was trying to make money off his work.

 


Comment from p2
Time: March 29, 2018, 3:12 am

weasel cringe would be a great name forca rock band

 


Comment from peacelovewoodstock
Time: March 29, 2018, 10:49 am

Next time blame a Russian bot

 


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: March 29, 2018, 1:36 pm

The fact of course is that every night that weasel nips around the corner out of sight, gets in his Maserati and drives home to a luxury flat in Notting Hill filled with hot and cold (no not cold…never mind) weaselettes.

Just sayin.

 

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