I was kind of amused the other day to find out someone was stealing my posts from my poker blog, Beer City Poker, and posting them on their own site. I was amused because I couldn't believe someone would take any content of mine. Anyone who reads this knows I am not a writer. I just like to relate stories or thoughts to friends. Instead of sending emails explaining some games to friends, I created the poker blog to go along with this one.
So I was amused at first. But then I viewed the other blog and thought about it. They had a number of posts on their site, in full. Thus, anyone who would read my entries there, would not need to click through to my site. They are trying to get hits for their advertisers. My advertisers would be screwed. That I didn't care for. So I sent them an email asking them to stop stealing my posts.
The answer I received was rather incredulous. They said they would stop, but they then blamed me for having the settings on my blog wrong. WTF? They claimed because of the syndication feed setup, they were allowed to post it. Wrong! You did not seek my permission to do so. Thus, you cannot just take whatever you want and repost it. Everything on the internet is not free for you to take and do what you want with it. Do you really think you can take an article off of say ESPN's site or CNN and put it up in its entirety without them telling you to stop?
It came down to the advertising to me. I don't blog to make money. But if someone would like to pay me to run an ad, I will do so. I owe it to my advertisers to make sure they are getting the views from this site, not someone who they haven't paid.
Thanks to Chilly for pointing them out to me.
Now that the Packers have known drunk Koren Robinson on the time, will they have $1 beer specials at Lambeau Field?
Last night in Milwaukee, some guys robbed some others and tried to make their getaway in a... U-Haul? Must have stolen a lot.
With gas now below $2.50, it is no longer possible to say Beer is Cheaper than Gas anymore. Unless you drink really cheap beer. Then I feel sorry for you.
The other day I drove past a dead skunk on the road. I got a whiff of it and thought "Eww, skunk!". The next day I took a deep breath so I didn't need to smell it. On the third day, I forgot about the skunk altogether. This time when I passed by it and got a noseful, I couldn't help but think "Heineken!".