Well, my acquiescence to my powerlessness over the Weather Channel has drawn a rousing chorus of “Booo!”s amongst my own small circle of morons. I’ve been called everything from a pussy, to an enabler, to an enabling pussy, to a … well, really those are the only two things I’ve been called, but they hurt.
Of course, I am, if nothing else, a slave to peer pressure. Not enough of a slave to get a nose ring, a tongue ring, skinny jeans, neon sunglasses, a fixed-gear bike, an ironic beard, or an
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