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2000-09-06 - 19:48:12

Longest Entry Ever (and Copyright Bonus!)
How sad do you have to be to copy someone else's diary and claim it as your own? I've been flipping through diaries, and noticed two... well, very similar ones. But I don't remember the address of the first one, really, so I can't prove they've been copying. Who knows? There are a thousand other explanations, anyway. For example, it could be the same person with two journals. It happens.

The only reason I even think of the other possibility is that I actually knew someone once, who had her diary cut-and-pasted. Nobody could figure it out. The perpetrator didn't even bother changing the names, or anything. Why do that? Is your own life so boring that you can't think of ANYthing to write, and you have to pretend to have someone else's? Get a hobby. Not stealing other people's work, either, I mean a new and interesting hobby.

And there's always copyright law to think about. Lots of people think that if it's on the Internet, it's FREEEEEE! But nothing could be further from the truth. Everything (in the US, your laws may be different) is copyrighted the minute it gets written down. My EMAIL is copyrighted; technically, if someone fowards my email without my permission, that's against the law. Not that I wouldn't be laughed out of court if I tried to sue over it, but the law would be on my side.

Other people say oh, it's ok as long as you're not making any money off of it - not true either. Still copyrighted. If I wrote a book, and someone else started giving it away for free, that's cutting into my potential profit - one of the main reasons the laws are there in the first place. My work, my words - mine. No giving them away.

Does this seem strange on a site that's nothing but the words of other diarists? Maybe. Everything I use falls under "fair use". You're allowed to take small quotes for all sorts of purposes, as long as you're not claiming the work to be your own. And I'm not. Even so, if someone said hey, that's mine, so take it down, I would. No need to sue me, nosirree.

[BIG DISCLAIMER: I'm not a lawyer. I don't even know any lawyers. I do live down the street from a lawyer, but saying "hi" once a month or so doesn't count as deep learning in the law. Nothing I say should be construed as legal advice. For all you know, I'm lying. (But I'm not - go read up, copyright law is fascinating, really). Or I'm just wrong, which is entirely possible.]

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