Länge sen nu!

Men vem fan bryr sig..
Nu har den "efterlängtade" domen mot TPB kommit, 30miljoner och 1 års fängelse, dock överklagad så dom kan springa vidare och ÄVEN flytta till brazilien för att undkomma straffet, om dom nu bara hade kommit på den idén -.-

har lite annan rolig information, ja, detta inlägg kommer bli så jävla anti-ipred det bara kan bli, men informationen jag ger är nyttig!

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Rätten till texten - Inte precis. De flesta artister har en låtskrivare som säljer sina låtar till folk med talang.

Rätten till musiken - Samma igen, oftast är det personen som skrev texten som även komponerade musiken. Ibland är det en helt annan person.

Rätten till produktionen (CD-skivan/inspelningen) - Här har artisten heller inte mycket att säga till om. Oftast är det bolaget som så att säga äger rätten. Skär det sig med bolaget är det inte säkert att du kan ge ut skivan igen, även om du äger rätten till musiken.

Rätten till sin stil och personlighet - Kan låta löjligt, men det är knappt de ens har rätt till detta. Bolagen säljer dig som produkt och det är bäst att du uppfyller deras krav.
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Tänk på det då ni säger att ni stöttar band och artister genom att köpa deras skivor... Ni blir enbart lurade, om ni nu inte köper skivan ur handen på artisten.


För er trogna hörde jag även om ett fackeltåg till en majbrasa som skulle ske i ett villa område på Lidingö, kan vara bra o hålla ögon och öron öppna för mer information, det kan bli roligt. :)

Nu orkar jag inte mer, jag är för trött för sånt här.

Ja, jag hade aptråkigt och nu ska ni ha lika tråkigt!

The Hacker Manifesto

by
+++The Mentor+++
Written January 8, 1986

Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...

Damn kids. They're all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world...

Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

Enbart för att ni ska förstå lite vad en riktig datornörd tänker.... :D