The 100

Jun. 30th, 2020 11:39 pm
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Although I find no special delight in watching horrendous TV-shows, sometimes it can be very satisfying to discuss the obvious gaping plot holes, inconsistencies, and scientific impossibilities or improbabilities with Eisirt.
Before I had a few fun evenings poking fun at Another Life (spoiler: it's not Another Life. Half the cast just go on a very long space trip.) and most if not all of my comments and maybe one or two more were summarised perfectly in the one hour long YouTube rant encompassing the entire first season of Another Life.

Rarely before this night had I even been DONE with a series within the first five minutes because of said scientific improbabilities. So, if you enjoy The 100, feel free to skip and [[not click the read more )

To be fair, I've probably watched too much sci fi since I was eight and started on Star Trek TNG to even fall for this kind of crap anymore. You know who did it right? Battlestar Galactica! If a ship lags behind, it's gone. They have a running tally of the number of survivors for the human race. And it was just so much more interesting to watch than a frat party -- even if the antagonists were all clones.
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The German short row heel is kicking my ass. "Double stitches" as they are called, are not double stitches at all. The trick of the German short row heel is that you yank the yarn over the top of your needle so tightly, it pulls the previous stitch over to the other side of the work. This makes the stich from the previous row look like two stitches and that is why it is probably called a 'double stitch'. In truth it's just a way to torment your knitting into creating a shorter distance between two stitches so that when you knit around a corner, no holes will form.

Of course, on the left-hand side of the heel (when looking on the right side of the fabric) this works perfectly. On the right-hand side of the heel it creates holes. I believe I once read about wrapping half the double stitches the other way around, because the yanking method works perfectly for only one kind of stitch. But since you're switching between purl and knit stitches, yanking the thread should be done the other way around to prevent holes on one side of the heel.

Confused yet? I sure am! Luckily, I've hit another snag in the pattern I'm testing so I can toss this sock into a corner and continue with another project for now.

The other problem with the German short row heel is that because tightness is paramount, I now have sore fingers from yanking my thread and keeping tension tight hoping no holes would form.

In conclusion, therefore, fuck the German Short Row heel.
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My sewing machine is home! It's back and it's my precious!

Too bad that it's been a bit.... well. I'm missing some things.
The repair itself was wonderful, the guy showed me the old part: it was a circuit board with the broken LCD screen still attached. The screen had a tiny fracture across it and a large black blob nearly as big as the screen, rendering the machine useless. Because this had happened as they were trying to re-align the screen, the repair itself was free.

I can understand that ordering such a part can take a while. It probably has to come from Germany or some other place, and then there was the trouble that the only person (I'm interpreting this to be so, based on phonecalls I made) that knows how to fix computerised sewing machines in their store works in the Den Bosch store and isn't always available in Eindhoven.
So it takes a while to fix it. Sure, fine. They offered me a temporary machine to work on, which was nice of them.

But when I got my machine back today, I noticed that the tiny case that holds bobbins and presser feet didn't hold my presser feet. There were four metal bobbins in the case, and I only work with plastic bobbins. I also suddenly gained a tiny tube of machine lubricant and I was missing: my stylus, that came with the machine to operate the touch-screen with, my piping foot, my blind zipper foot and my teflon foot. I might be missing even more feet, but it's hard to recall which feet I store in the case, and which I store elsewhere.

Then I flipped open the top of the machine to see what thread was in the machine. It looks like it's my cone of thread, but the top lid is suddenly of the Pfaff 2058, and not my own 2056.

The man from the store said that "maybe they replaced the top lid because it fit better."
It's a lid from a different machine! How can it fit better than the original?!

Thoroughly pissed off as I am, I called them twice to report first the missing feet and then to inquire about the lid. (The discoveries I mentioned above went in stages, as you can imagine.) Their best reply is "I will go to Den Bosch on Friday and see if the stuff you're missing is still there. It's possible they switched the case out with another machine's."

So perhaps a very lucky lady will find a case with three or four new presser feet and a new stylus and be pretty upset she's missing her best bobbins. And maybe there's even a third person (although I doubt it) that flips open the top of her machine and finds the stitches of my machine printed on the inside. And if we're all very lucky, the shop might fix the mistakes before the other machine(s) is (are) picked up by their owners.

I might be too polite to actually rant and rave on the phone. The person on the other end is probably trying their best too, and is unlucky enough to have me on the phone two times already. But I am pissed off, and although they should have done better, I don't really want to ruin anyone else's day over this.

In any case, my machine is NEVER EVER EVER EVER going back to the store. I'll personally tear off the other lid, bring it to the store, and get my own lid back when and if they find it. Next time there's anything wrong with the machine, I'd rather drive to Veghel or Groningen or anywhere but this store to get it fixed.
I'm so angry I could spit.
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Sorry, English-speaking readers, this rant will be in Dutch as it is about a typical Dutch problem with a typical Dutch public transport system. Also, it allows me to use the word "gewauwel" in my subject line.

De OV-chipkaart. Veel is er al over gezeken (en afgezeken) in dit blog en ook Alice-in-Wonderland heeft hele handleidingen geschreven zodat ze nog eens terug kon lezen hoe de gedachtenkronkels van de makers lopen. Ik persoonlijk zou de flow-chart wel eens willen zien die de programmeurs gemaakt hebben als handleiding voor de website. Het zit namelijk zo krom in elkaar dat een simpele leek, laat staan een digibeet, ontzettend veel moeite heeft om te vinden hoe dat nou in zijn werk gaat. Ik snap dat er achter de schermen wel iemand is geweest die de website heeft getest en (hopelijk) heeft staan schuimbekken bij de programmeurs aan het bureau hoe krom het één en ander is gebouwd.

Als je vaak met de NS reist, is het handig als je een Voordeelurenabonnement hebt. Dit kostte vroeger zo'n € 45,- en tegenwoordig € 60,- per jaar (en is niet meer nieuw te verkrijgen, maar kan nog wel verlengd worden), en jaar na jaar verdien ik dat geld meer dan terug, voornamelijk omdat wij geen auto meer hebben. Maar ik reis nog steeds met papieren kaartjes, ook omdat ik het in- en uitchecksysteem van de NS verafschuw. Van de bliepjes die regenen als er een studententrein leegloopt tot het asociale geloei als er een in- of uitcheck verkeerd gaat. Laat staan de omslachtige procedure als je dubbel ingecheckt bent geweest, als je dat al doorhebt...
Ik krijg korting na negen uur, wat betekent dat als ik de trein van twee minuten na negen neem, ik me afvraag of ik dan vlak voordat ik instap pas kan inchecken. Dat ga ik natuurlijk geheid vergeten...

Maar met mijn stage in Son is het handig om geen papieren kaartjes meer te moeten kopen en bus en trein gewoon lekker op een abonnement te doen, of in ieder geval niet meer met de papieren kaartjes. Bij de bus heb je geen keuze meer, maar met de trein heeft het ook zo zijn voordelen (tijdswinst) als je gewoon even bliept. Zo gepiept!

De hoeveelheid hoofdpijn die je daar thuis voor krijgt om een en ander te regelen, weegt daar misschien niet tegen op. Kijk zelf maar.

Ik wilde automatisch opwaarderen aanvragen. Dat opladen van de kaart ga ik natuurlijk ook vergeten en mijn reis is elke dag lang genoeg dat het geld van die kaart afstróómt. Daarnaast krijg ik mijn reiskosten vergoed, dus er komt wel een beetje geld binnen op mijn rekening. Ik kijk liever thuis op mijn gemak hoe blut ik ben, dan dat ik mijn trein mis omdat ik op moet waarderen voordat ik in kan checken.

- Ns.nl zegt: voor automatisch opwaarderen moet u een account aanmaken op www.ov-chipkaart.nl
- Er is geen mogelijkheid om te controleren op www.ov-chipkaart.nl of je al een account hebt. Nou, dan maken we een nieuwe aan. De wachtwoordeisen zijn zo anders dan bij andere sites, dat ik het op moet schrijven of vergeten.
- Goed, ik heb een account! Er ligt een mailtje in mijn hotmail waarmee ik het kan activeren en dan kan de lol echt beginnen.
- Als je eenmaal een geactiveerde account hebt, kun je eenvoudig een kaart toevoegen. Helaas, het systeem zegt dat deze kaart toegevoegd al is aan mijn account of dat de gegevens niet kloppen. Na controle blijkt dat ik toch echt mijn geboortedatum uit mijn hoofd weet. Wat wel raar is dat ze in deze stap ook mijn bankrekeningnummer willen weten, maar soit. Een tweede controle wijst uit dat er toch echt geen kaart gekoppeld is aan mijn account, dus dat kan het niet zijn.
- Bij de veelgestelde vragen blijkt dat ik niet de enige ben met dit probleem. Blijkbaar houdt het systeem niet bij waar iemand woont, en als er adreswijzigingen verstuurd zijn, worden die gewoon niet verwerkt. Ben je verhuisd? Voer dan je oude adresgegevens in. Achterlijk systeem... Gelukkig heb ik een extern geheugen (NoKey) wat me herinnert wat onze oude postcode ook alweer is.
- Gelukt! Ik heb een kaart toegevoegd aan mijn account. U moet nu uitloggen en overnieuw inloggen. Pardon?!! Waarom worden die wijzigingen niet gewoon op een normale manier doorgevoerd in jullie database?

Gelukkig ging het aanvragen van Automatisch Opladen als een speer. Dat scheelt weer. Ik hoef het nu alleen nog maar bij een NS automaat te activeren, en dat kan ik morgen doen als ik naar Nieuwegein ga.

Ik kan nog even kijken of het goedkoper is om een abonnement te nemen voor de trein en bus, maar met 4 dagen in de week reizen scheelt dat elkaar niet zo heel veel. Zeker niet als je 2 dagen pas na 9 uur begint met reizen. Maar dit...zou in ieder geval moeten werken.

Verder heb ik ook de transactiehistorie aangezet. Zou ik dan via de website van OV-chipkaart.nl automatisch geld terug kunnen vragen als ik vergeet uit te checken? Of ben ik dan te slim aan het denken?
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I get the whole point of swordfighting lessons, honestly I do. I go to this club and they teach me new and interesting ways to kill other people. Only, we don't actually kill people but we play at killing people. It's all in the technique, so to speak.

So we have hängers and abstellen and absetzen en uberlaufen and all these other interesting techniques. If we don't stab you in the torso under your shield, or lock your sword between two shields to stab you in the face, then we just bash our shields into your face after we've swatted your puny sword to the side. Or, just when you thought you had us and you were really quite happy to just attack me from above, I surprise you and stab you right in the stomach with an underhand awkward left-sided thrust. I get it. It's really cool.

What I don't get and what's starting to really piss me off is that as soon as we do any kind of game with these weapons, everyone suddenly starts "mowing the grass". Hey look at me trying this really cool attack from the... oh never mind there go the legs again. King of the hill? Yeah, no more ankles. Tactical 4 against 4 game? Oops there go the legs. One side attacks, the other only defends? Hey guess what? My legs!

It's not Merlyn's fault, really, but after two lessons where all that gets hit is the legs, I'm kind of sick and tired of the whole thing. As soon as we're not learning a new technique everyone just wants to win as quickly as possible and they go for the legs.

We're not practicing our new techniques, we're just mowing the grass. If I wanted to do that, I'd get a lawn!!!
Last week it really hurt, they weren't careful at all. This week it was just annoying. I'd like to kick someone's ass for a change, and not be sent off the field because someone thought it was cool to hamstring me yet again.
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This rubbed me the wrong way. (A translation is here.)

Right-wing party VVD wants patients to become more aware of the costs of hospital treatments. It caused a serious WTF moment in my head (and as I was listening to this on the news when my alarm went off, my mood is pretty much spoiled before my day even begun). Call me an entitled Dutchwoman, but are you sure you want to go there?

"Patient should be more cost conscious"
The VVD wants patients to make them more cost conscious in each treatment in hospital insight into the costs. The ruling party hopes that people understand how and why health care costs on government spending to pay attention.
The Liberals also hope that patients so that they can go and check that the correct fee will be charged.
Translation by Google Translate, Original on Nu.nl.


We all know healthcare is expensive. We all know a night in the hospital is very expensive. But somewhere in our past, a politician decided "hey, it might be better for all of us if a large chunk of whatever is keeping the Dutch people healthy is paid for by the government." Taxes went up a bit, and we didn't have to pay for our hospitals ourselves anymore, insurance and the government would take care of those costs.

What do the VVD expect, really. Just as you walk into the hospital, you realise "Is that what this chemo-therapy costs? Gee, I never knew. No, you know what, let that cancer eat me alive!"
Or when you've been hit by a car: "Don't call the ambulance! Do you know what that costs? I'll crawl! It's only a kilometer or two!"

There are just no words. So excuse me for not writing anything else because my dad is picking me up so he can have that very expensive anti-nausea medicine that will make his chemo so much more bearable plugged into his arteries in a bit.
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The History Channel has aired this series since 2010, and when I mentioned to a colleague how I enjoyed Ben Vermeulen's "In den Beginne..." he gave me the first season on DVD.

Ancient Aliens sounds like a really interesting concept, but the way the series is just bludgeoning the viewer with piece after piece of evidence is just irking me. I don't mind the overly-American researchers (I'm looking at you, Giorgio "Poofy Hair" Tsoukalos!) that much, but they do get a bit on your nerves. Yes, I can see you're excited. Ok, seriously, I know you're excited. Godsbedamned will you please stop shouting into the camera! I get it! You're excited!

I'm now halfway through episode two "The Visitors", so I can't say anything about the rest of the first season, but here's my thoughts so far.

1. Ancient aircraft
Gold ornaments that might be aircrafts. And when you make a larger scale model of it and fit it with an engine, it actually flies. You're trying to tell me that some artist thousands of years ago went through the trouble to make a gold scale model of an aircraft? Form might define function, but sometimes the simplest explanation is the right one. It could just be a bead that looked pretty.
Also: you had to add an engine. Please explain to me how you gloss over that particular bit of missing evidence. Refined fuel? Metallurgical know-how? Precise gears?

You're testing an hypothesis, and you're only testing whether your hypothesis could be right. You never take into account that there might be more simple explanations that fit just as well. That's rubbing me the wrong way. How about testing other plausible explanations that might explain it in exactly the same way as you do these wild fantasies?

2. Pumapunku
Pumapunku blew me away. Those giant blocks of granite, so precisely cut and carved. Those brilliantly straight lines. The trouble is: you're telling me that there's no way the primitive natives could have cut those stones these days, because there's nobody alive today that would even take on the job. That's how difficult it would be.
But you're not giving me an explanation of how it could be done. Basically, what you're telling me is "We won't do it today. So they couldn't do it without the help of aliens and their advanced methods back then."
You're not giving a plausible explanation, because you gloss over the question "how could you carve these stones so precisely." And that's the question that lies at the base. If we know how to carve those dense, hard materials so precisely, we can say something (meaningful) about the tools used, and perhaps extrapolate whether ancient man had access to such tools, or whether they did need help from outsiders. Just saying "we can't do it today, so aliens did it" is probably the worst argument I've heard in a while.
I can't do my homework today. So aliens did it for me.

Completely following this train of thought over the horizon and down the slippery slope: how many ancient crafts have been lost to time? Take flint knapping, for example. The trade has been lost in the depths of time, but certain historians have developed it anew, and are still amazed by the things humans made back then, and how precise they could break the flint. We're not completely helpless as a race, and assuming that we couldn't have made things like Pumapunku on our own is an insult to our own inventiveness.
Pumapunku isn't the only place where this amazing skill of fitting stones precisely is displayed, either. It was a pretty common skill back then. We just use mortar because it's cheaper and faster.

3. The manna machine
Another amazing discovery. Israelites were banished to the desert for fourty years, where they survived on manna. Extrapolations prove that it is possible to build a machine which cultivates a specific algae that will allow humans to survive for longer periods of time. It requires nuclear energy, though, so that puts a serious crimp in the style of any civilisation using goat herding as a prime source of income. The theory is that aliens gave the Israelites the machine as a humanitarian gift so they would not perish.
If I remember my bible lessons correctly, it was God - who gave them the manna, the big Alien in the sky, that guy - who told them that because the Israelites had become sinful they had to stay in the desert for 40 years in the first place, wasn't it? Way to bind a people to you: first banish them to the desert and then give them the means to survive there.

And if these Aliens were so darned humanitarian, then why do we see signs of (human) sacrifice near the great big monuments of the time? Monuments that were, according to the Ancient Aliens series, created using tools of the aliens. Would the humanitarian Aliens allow humans to build things if they knew that human sacrifices were being performed there?

4. Great Pyramid of Giza = Power Plant
Giza pyramid. Amazing structure. How did they build it? Nobody knows. What was its function? Well, according to the Ancient Aliens fanatics, it was a giant power plant. Let's just gloss over the details of chambers filled with acids and things. According to the DVD, the power made by the Great Pyramid of Giza was beamed into space, or possibly distributed through the air like a Tesla coil was designed to do.
Refueling ancient alien spaceships by beaming power into space? Seems kind of cool. Is it worth the effort? I don't know. It sounds a lot more energy efficient than landing the thing, filling her up at the nearest (Nacza desert) spaceport, and taking off again.
Why would the Ancient Egyptians need electricity? Well, duh. To use their Dendera lightbulbs, of course.

5. Lifting heavy blocks.
Mankind could never lift heavy blocks, like the ones used in Stonehenge.
Thanks to Twi linking me to this video, I think we can prove we don't need aliens for this either. Or modern machines. Just wood, some sand, and a few thousands waterskins.

6. Where's the evidence?
If aliens really did visit us and give us technologies, there should be more traces of this. If the pyramid of Giza was a power plant and it did power 'modern' technologies, where are the remains of that? Wires? Metal alloys? And why would we lose these technologies over time? Why would the aliens leave us for thousands of years?
Wouldn't we create records all over the world that would document these things? If we can decipher the ancient clay tablets of Sumeria and interpret them to tell stories of aliens, why isn't there any more proof anywhere else? In India, it's apparantly accepted knowledge, so why aren't we cross-checking things?

X. In conclusion
I don't know exactly what to think of this series. The cheerful, nigh-ecstatic scientists are getting on my nerves. Especially because they wear pips of the "gold alien aircraft model" on their lapels. The way they try and force their "proven theories" down my throat irks me. The way they prove their theories is even worse; I'm not dumb, I'm not easily influenced, and I'd like to see them try and fail at proving their theories for a change. Or to try and test an alternative theory (what if humans actually did it themselves?) for a change.
The one-sidedness of their story is just too annoying.

On the other hand: what if... they were true? There's lots of things modern archeologists can't explain (yet). There are numerous cultures who believe that gods came from the sky. And it's never wrong to question the things that we are told, because even if it's futile, it might still exercise your brain.
The chance that we are the only living things in the universe is astronomically small, because the universe is a pretty big place. And even if we can't answer the question why intelligent beings would come visit stone-age people on another planet it could be entertaining to dwell on the thought they did. I'd personally go for the anthropological interest.
But I wouldn't accept these theories as chiseled-in-stone truths.
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Typisch geval kastje-muur:

1) Notulen, e-mails en agenda voor bestuursvergadering uitprinten. Printer braakt in plaats van drie sets notulen een foutmelding uit met een melding "bel service"

2) Bel 5555. Wordt doorgeschakeld naar helpdesk in Hongarije.
* Hallo? Resttonercartridge is vol, moet een nieuwe in.
- Helga uit Hongarije zegt: Geen probleem. Incidentje maken. Zal ik even incidentje voor u maken?
* Volgaarne, fijne service, dank.

3) Nieuwe notulen uitgeprint op andere printer. Zit net achter bureau. Telefoon gaat.
- Helga uit Hongarije zegt: Moet toch zelf nieuwe cartridge halen. Postkamer heeft die.
* Cartridge is niet leeg. Is resttonercartridge, die zit vol. Printer zegt ook: Bel service.
- Oh, sorry, succes dan.

4) Helga uit Hongarije belt nog een keer. Ook resttonercartridge moet je bij Postkamer halen. Zelf installeren. Incidentje wordt gesloten.

5) Ga naar postkamer. Postkamerman zoekt lege resttonercartridge op en vindt doos met plastic kuipachtig ding. Ziet leeg uit. Zal wel goed zijn. Nieuwe pennen bijgehaald (Bic pennen gaan te snel stuk, wiebertje breekt af. Daar ook incidentje voor inschieten misschien?)
- Postkamerman zegt: Wel volle cartridge terug komen brengen, want is vervuilend en gevaarlijk.
* 's Prima. Doe'k.

6) Ga naar boven. Klep printer open. Veel verwarrende pictogrammen. Niet deze. Niet deze. Niet deze. Welke dan? Raar kuipvormig ding staat niet op klep. Krab aan hoofd. Toch maar bellen.

7) Bel naar Hongarije. Krijg kloon van Helga aan de telefoon. Weet van niets. Incidentje is inmiddels gesloten. Ga het toch maar even bij de postkamer navragen. Zij moeten weten.

8) Ga naar postkamer met kuipvormig ding en doos.
* Hallo, ben ik weer. Servicedesk weigert te helpen, weten jullie hoe moet? Rare Hongaren weten van niets.
- Ja, weten misschien wel, tenminste, collega weet misschien. Kom morgen maar terug, loopt hij even mee.

Ik geloof dat dit toch het aanmaken van een nieuwe tag verantwoordt...
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Just a gentle reminder on how to use my pictures.

Copyright
"Copyright is a set of exclusive rights granted by the law of a jurisdiction to the author or creator of an original work, including the right to copy, distribute and adapt the work." (From: Wikipedia)

Or, in Dutch:
Auteursrecht (ook bekend als copyright) is het recht van de maker of een eventuele rechtverkrijgende van een werk van literatuur, wetenschap of kunst om te bepalen hoe, waar en wanneer zijn werk wordt openbaar gemaakt of verveelvoudigd. Het auteursrecht ontstaat van rechtswege. Men hoeft niets te deponeren of te registreren. (From: Wikipedia)

That means: If I take a picture, create an artwork or write a book, I am the one who gets to decide who can copy and distribute the work. I made it, so I've got copyright. I can file a lawsuit against anyone who decides they don't have to take care with my work. And win it.

Portrait Rights
In the Netherlands, we also know a law on protecting one's portrait. It allows a person depicted in a portrait or picture to object to publishing the image.
"Het portretrecht is een beperking van het auteursrecht. Het geeft geportretteerde personen het recht zich te verzetten tegen publicatie van hun portret." (From: Wikipedia)

As a photographer, you can also choose to waive (a part) of these rights. I like Open Source and Creative Commons, so I usually give all my photo's a Creative Commons license. An Attribution, Non-commercial, no-derivatives license to be exact.
That means: you are free to share the work, as long as you don't alter it in any way and tell people I was the one who made it. Unless you want to use it commercially, because Commercial use is not allowed.

I find that most larpers I photograph are not so worried about having their pictures taken and shared. It's a comfortable position to be in as a photographer as well. People trust you to take pictures and shift through them so the best are published and the blurry worst aren't. They trust you to take care with the images so they can't be used for other means.
And this one of the reasons I dislike Photobucket and like Flickr.

Photobucket takes your images and takes your rights:
"By displaying or publishing ("posting") any Content on or through the Photobucket Services, you hereby grant to Photobucket and other users a non-exclusive, fully paid and royalty-free, worldwide, limited license to use, modify, delete from, add to, publicly perform, publicly display, reproduce and translate such Content, including without limitation distributing part or all of the Site in any media formats through any media channels, except Content marked "private" will not be distributed outside the Photobucket Services." (From: The Photobucket Terms of Use, emphasis mine)

Flickr allows you to choose what kind of license your images will have. The default setting is "all rights reserved".

The reason I'm blogging about this? It's because I'm pissed off. I'm pissed off at Facebook and I'm pissed off at Photobucket and all those other sites who think that portraits and photographs are theirs just because their Terms of Use tell you they are. You see, Facebook's Statement of Rights and Responsibilites" tells me this:

"You own all of the content and information you post on Facebook, and you can control how it is shared through your privacy and application settings. In addition:
1. For content that is covered by intellectual property rights, like photos and videos ("IP content"), you specifically give us the following permission, subject to your privacy and application settings: you grant us a non-exclusive, transferable, sub-licensable, royalty-free, worldwide license to use any IP content that you post on or in connection with Facebook ("IP License"). This IP License ends when you delete your IP content or your account unless your content has been shared with others, and they have not deleted it." (emphasis mine)

And I read on Slashdot today that Facebook now has the means to add any of your profile pictures to adds on other people's profiles. It's linked to Facebook Places, and if you 'check in' to your local Starbucks, Facebook will display a Starbuck's add with your profile photo on your friend's Facebook pages. "Hey look!" they will say, "Your friend likes us too!"
(Original article on Slashdot, here)

And I know for a fact that some people use my photographs in their Facebook.
And they can't.

'They can't?' you might ask me? That's right. They can't. Not because I am stopping them! I've got Creative Commons License on my images.
If I've taken a picture of you, you have a right to that portrait, because it's your face on it - That's Portrait right. But by uploading it to Facebook, you say to Facebook that it's YOUR image. That YOU own it. And you don't.
But because you've uploaded it to Facebook, you've just given away your rights to the image, and mine, because of their Statement of Rights and Responsibilities. But you can't give my rights away, because they're not yours to give away in the first place!

It would be like me uploading your book's contents to Facebook and Facebook selling your book, because I've uploaded it. Or me uploading your artwork to Facebook and Facebook selling it to a museum. Facebook can do anything it bloody well wants with the image, because you've just handed it to them.
And that's my image! I took that photo! I spend a thousand euro's on that bloody camera! I kneeled in the dirt for that picture! Can you see how this pisses me off?!

*breathes deeply*

Alright, there's no use ranting about this. Facebook is, as a social experiment, interesting to observe from the side lines, and there's not a lot I can do to change it.
What I can and will do is the following:

1) Ask anyone who is using photographs of mine on their Facebook, to please take it down.
2) Add a watermark to all of my images I publish in the future.

Please, people. This is a big deal. It is not a "why do you worry about this" subject. It's your face they are using for their profit. They are trampling your rights, and you won't see a dime in return.

Please take down any of my images you've got on Facebook. If you do, I'll get you a print of that image to hang on your wall in your home instead as a thank you.
Just e-mail me at starz [a] janestarz [.] com if you want a print.
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Een week nadat het kabinet op de stoep bij de koningin stond, begon de eerste rel al. Er was weer eens iets met mensen met een dubbele nationaliteit. Cohen stond al eerder vorige week op Nu.nl met zijn PvdA en vandaag ging Wilders er nog even dubbel overheen.

Wilders dient geen motie van wantrouwen in

PVV-leider Geert Wilders zal geen motie van wantrouwen indienen tegen staatssecretaris Marlies Veldhuijzen van Zanten. Dat zei hij dinsdag nadat premier Mark Rutte de regeringsverklaring had afgelegd.

Wilders zal Veldhuijzen van Zanten vragen haar Zweedse paspoort in te leveren. Drie jaar geleden vroeg hij dat van staatssecretaris Nebahat Albayrak (PvdA) en diende vervolgens een motie van wantrouwen in.

Verdwijnen
Maar dat was een kabinet waarvan hij wilde dat het snel zou verdwijnen, gaf Wilders als verklaring voor het feit dat hij toen wel en nu niet een motie van wantrouwen in zal dienen.

Als zijn oproep aan de CDA-staatssecretaris om haar Zweedse paspoort op te geven geen steun krijgt van een meerderheid in de Kamer, zal Wilders zich daar bij neerleggen, zo gaf hij aan.
Bron: Nu.nl


Nee, natuurlijk wil hij nu niet dat het kabinet al valt. Het zou een prachtig record zijn als zo snel al de eerste motie van wantrouwen in Rutte's broekzak zou vallen, maar tja, gedoogsteun heet dat hè? Dát zwaard van Damocles wil Wilders toch veel nuttiger gaan gebruiken in de toekomst, als het eens om écht belangrijke dingen gaat (want tja, principes of politieke speerpunten, dat zijn twee totaal verschillende dingen). En daarom strijkt hij nu met zijn grijpgrage handje over zijn mooie gouden hart. Hypocriete klojo.
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Is het niet genoeg dat we zoveel moeten werken?

Ik eis een WK-vrije werkplek! Flikker op met die breedbeeldtelevisie!
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Pretentious, righteous asshole-man just handled my case at the bank. Whatever happend to being servicable to your clients?

I realise I really look like a redneck hokey because it's my day off. What righteous asshole-man does not realise is that during the week I wear the same suit as he does, work with the same outdated version of IE, curse at the same Lotus Notes he uses, and walk around in the same bank as he works for. I can bloody well print something on his printer if I wanted to.

I really need a new bank. Something small, where the word "service" really means something.

And you know what? Pretentious man really does have a righteous asshole, I'll bet.
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I don't get these people. They leave lights on in the living room, even when it's broad daylight. If I didn't switch them off, I think they'd be on 24 hours a day. They had opened the window in my room. They didn't secure it (it's a tumble-window in a part of the roof) so it could have rained on my bed (not to mention the effects the temperature changes and moisture can have on Winston, my Spanish guitar, out here in the open!), besides the security risk. Yes, even here in Veenendaal. There was a window open in the attic and in the downstairs bathroom. But whenever they're home they complain it's so cold in here and they put the heater on 22 degrees celsius.
I just don't get it. *shakes head*
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Taking a bike to the station, and then a train to Ede. Good good, everything went fine. My heart was beating fast, and nerves made me nauseated. Focusing on buying the discount card helped, am now proud owner of Voordeelurenkaart (since I don't have an OV anymore, I can still ride trains at discount prizes). I ate a cheese-roll on the way to school, and logged in at the CHE just to taunt the Computer Helpdesk. Sadly, it still worked (something I did not expect).

I made my way to the hall where I would have to make the exam. A lot of other students, three different educations/years. The final-years Journalists were there for an exam from third year, and some second-graders were there for the same exam as I was. That was a bum. I am the only one from third year who hasn't got the P-thingy yet.
After reading Lucas IV: 21-22 I didn't feel more calm at all...and then the papers were handed out. First they screwed up with handing the right people the right papers. And then I found out in stead of the dreaded 100 questions, suddenly it were 110 questions. As if 100 weren't enough, sjeez.

The second-graders really got on my nerves. CARD-BOARD-BOX! Shut the fuck up! Expecially the girl apparantly called Nienke. She was a sure way to make me violent. When she was done (as first person in the room) she got up, and left the room. Forgetting her cellphone in the process. Which, after twenty minutes or so, started vibrating on the table. (Come on, if it's set to vibrate you're not gonna put it on the table!). Much to our annoyance. When she returned she was all giddy and gigglish. I really almost threw my pen at her. I squeezed it real hard in order not to.

So after an hour and fifteen minutes, I had finished the 110 questions, got up and left the room. I was in no mood to talk to any of the other students gathering outside the room, most certainly not. So I headed down the stairs, towards my coat. Where Nienke was proudly enjoying all the attention the other students gave her when she exclaimed that "It wasn't all that hard! I think I made it really well!"
That made me run for the exit.
Then I headed to the station, where I drank coffee and waited for over half an hour for my train. And when I got home I called NoKey after making myself some JadeGreen Camomille tea to relax. Julliette would have ordered me to do so if I hadn't thought of it myself. 'Heksen onder mekaar' my mom would have said. But my mom has a weird definition of 'heksen'. She considers herself to be a witch too. I'm a bit in the dark about why again...

Then, I internetted until 1 am, changed and tweaked the look of my lj a bit (wallpaper from www.onlinewallpapers.tk) and got to bed. I feel a bit more relaxed now.
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Allright people, this is it!
New Years Day has come, it has passed. No more well wishing for the new year! That just creeps me out! How would you like it if I kept wishing you a happy lifetime every time we meet? Wouldn't that creep you out? Right now, my new year is goddamned stressful.
And yes, I am ranting! Leave me alone!
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Not only do shops believe that every girl wants to wear pink or beige or ecru, but they also think we enjoy being skinny-ass skinny. As in: excuuuuse me miss, this size 32 is still too large haventya got anything smaller?
I'm not skimpy. I'm healthy - if you ignore the coughing - and I refuse to be mistaken for a skeleton (though that would do wonders at larps considering the type-casting often occurring there). It has taken me two years to acknowledge the fact that I am not a size 36 and never will be one. It has then taken me six years to accept this fact, wishing I was slimmer, or as I used to call it "less fat".
I did buy a nice cotton sweater and gouache though. And oversized sleeves must re-enter the fashion world because then I can find myself a coat with sleeves long enough for me. *sigh*

Every time I go out shopping I see windows with dolls. Pretty dolls you can dress up, just like we used to do when we were little girls. Maybe I was wrong in thinking that having dolls is not to prepare you to be a mother, but it is meant to prepare you for the fact that society wills you to be a doll, dress up and be purty.
I am happy I live in society's backalleys and -if you will- gutters, where one is not so much judged on what they wear and how they look, but more on whether you feeeeeeeeel goooooood. {Remember that, it's an important factor to life}

Secondly I'd like to point out that we are nearing December and they expect us girls to wear tanktops, single layers of cotton, and leave our bellies bare. Now I know why all those window-dolls have hard nipples. THEY'RE FUCKING FREEZING!
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What this journal needs is a good rant. I haven't ranted in my livejournal for quite a while. Well, except for maybe that taxi-thing. And then the bitching about my computer AND my back not functioning well enough.
Okay, I've ranted quite a bit in my time. But it's not like before. It hasn't got that whole "It's my goddamn journal and if you don't like it you can just fuck yourself thankyouverymuch" attitude I used to have.
I miss that. In a very weird way. But anyhow, it's good. I'm not such a childish person anymore that I say "fuck yourself". Nowadays I use "sod off"
Thankyouverymuch.

*grins madly*

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