The Dangers of Corporate Fascism.

Interesting bit of wisdom about corporations in this article on Youtube parodies (emphasis mine):

"Constantin Films AG is not a person; it does not need to be fed or clothed, or put its kids through college. A corporation is nothing sacrosanct, merely a legal device designed to help society function better. It is certainly not more important than an actual person; it only seems so because we have let it overstep. While Constantin AG’s commercial rights and interests should be recognized and protected to a reasonable degree, the clear and present danger facing us isn’t lack of protections for corporations, but lack of protection for everyone else."

The lesser point, which also needs to be made repeatedly, is that corporations are being penny-wise, pound foolish by forcing Youtube and it's ilk to take down these things. Better to use them as advertising for the original. Pixar gets it, that's why they've allowed this to continue (with an ad for "Up" at the end).

My firm belief is that corporations are like trained, but intrinsically dangerous, animals (think Roy Horn's tigers); useful to have around, but they need to be kept on a short leash.

Sunday Soar, Sore and Crash

As I mentioned yesterday, I ran the Mother's Day 10k Run. My official time was 1:04:45.

Running the race was a little odd because most of it was run out of anger rather then lust.

What I mean to say is that I have a method to running races that can be boiled down to this:

1. Pick a woman with a nice backside who happens to be slightly faster then you.
   
2. Follow her for as long as possible.

Repeat as necessary.

Yesterday, about 1/3 of the way into the race, I happened to slow to a walk so that I could strip a layer off (I was beginning to overheat). At that exact same time, I heard some woman yell (to her teammates): "Warriors don't walk up hills!"

Probably, she was just admonishing her teammates to keep the pace up (and they were, in fact, named "warriors" according to their matching tee shirts). However, my brain immediately made the connection between my walking and her statement. I took at as a thinly-veiled insult towards me.

Yeah, it's all about you Cyr.

Anyway, I determined that I wasn't going to let any of these people beat me. For the rest of the race, my goal was to either catch up to and pass anyone with a "warriors" tee shirt, or simply keep ahead of them.

This I did. I doubt I was terribly far ahead of them, but that doesn't matter.

I'll take my petty victories where I can find them.

After the race a bunch of us (othelianna, catalytic, stephtopia, garething, thebrucie and conejita_diabla) went to see Iron Man 2.

IM2 was a fun popcorn movie. Not as good as the original Iron Man movie, but still worth full price. I felt it lacked the character development of the first one. The "science" also seemed less plausible in this one, with Tony Stark being less a polymath genius, instead verging on being a spark.

After the movie, we went down to the Wild Rose taproom to enjoy some beer. I wish the WRTR would have better food though - they could make a decent gastropub if they wanted too, but instead, stick with food that can be served via a ladle.

Still, the beer was good.

I got a lift home and decided to hit the couch for a small nap. This was around 7. I woke up at midnight, staggered off the couch to grab some Advil to alleviate lingering soreness from my run and went to bed. Truly, it was a helluva crash.