Daily Deformations - Jet Wolf's gray matter

Thursday, March 31, 2005

In the Aftermath.

We finally got to speak to somebody at FOX today. I'd already complied with the focal point of their request (the vids), so they stated they weren't planning to pursue anything any further. Sadly, this means that the videos will have to remain out of the public eye. I'll still keep making them in the comfort and privacy of my home as time permits, but won't again be able to link them to 4Paws.

There's something that's an even bigger shame, though. After our chat, I'm pretty sure now how it was that FOX decided to target little ol' me. Why it is that people feel threatened/insecure/petty enough to want to ruin something for not only myself but the rest of a fandom they claim to be part of, I'll never know. But yes, you "won". I'm sure that you're feeling quite full of you right about now.

What's really interesting though is that I'm not angry. I thought I would be. (Actually, I thought I'd be angry about a lot of stuff lately and I haven't been, so maybe I've been getting spiked with Paxil or something, because I am not by nature this mellow.) Mostly I just feel tremendously sorry for someone who has to go to such extreme lengths to feel validated. And it's the same sort of situation with the hacker who hosed the Pack this weekend.

I mean when it's me? And I get upset at someone? I either resolve it with that someone or I let it go. There are far greater things that I can devote my time and energies to than "getting" a person I've never met before. There's frankly nobody that worthy of my ire, not in real life and definitely not online. Is that egotistical? Quite possibly. But if that means I'm schadenfreude-free, then I'll happily sprinkle on my dash of ego.

It could also be a subconscious realization that what this person or persons want more than anything else is to "crush" me. Between the hack on the board and the FOX deal, I can't help but take it all personally right about now. Whether it was simply a misfortunate timing incident that brought both together in a perfectly synchronized clusterfuck or a plan exercised with precision, the simple fact is that these acts weren't random. As mentioned, after the chat with FOX I'm now a mere 0.000138% shy of being completely certain 4Paws was specifically reported to them. And as for the Pack Hack, the fact that I was struck not once but twice in succession by the same person (based upon settings they changed on the board) , who then proceeded to do about as much damage as possible in as short a time as possible ... that's not a script kiddy looking for quantity, that's someone who's latched onto a target.

My first instinct when I got the C&D order was to say "Fuck it." As in, fuck everything. Fuck the videos, The Chosen, everything to do with Buffy ... Because that's how I get sometimes. But when my temper had abated it left behind resolve to simply not let this beat me down. After all, why should I sacrifice something I love? Luckily I was already in that frame of mine when the board got hit, so I simply expanded my calm to that as well. Do your research, learn how to stop this from happening again, fix the problem.

And while I'm not maintaining this attitude for the benefit of anybody but myself, I do take further comfort by thinking of the person(s) who, for whatever reason, decided to make me their target du jour. Because once they're done patting themselves on the back and they realize that in reality they've done nothing ... well, I can't imagine that's going to sit very well with that sort of aimlessly destructive person.

Okay, you hacked my board. I honestly think I have it secure enough now to where you can't do that again (and thanks for forcing me into taking those measures, by the way). But even if I haven't secured it well enough, you've made me learn so much more about it's inner workings that I can now put it all back together again in about 15 minutes. 20, if the connection's slow. And interestingly enough, I learned so much in doing it that I'm already way ahead of my class in SQL. So another thanks for making the first six weeks or so cake.

Okay, you made me take down my videos. I'll give you a point for that one – I lack the money and power to pursue permission from FOX for using their footage. But you know, I was keeping logs of my video downloads, because I really like stats. You know how many downloads I had, just of my Buffy music videos in the past year? 18,500. (18,468, to be exact. And that total's without any of The Chosen credits. Add 7299 downloads for those.) That's at least 18,500 copies of my work already in distribution. That number's not going down ... if anything, knowing humans, the allure of "forbidden fruit" is only going to peak interest. So whatever grudge you held against me and my videos? (Especially "Groove Thang", from what I understand.) Well I'm afraid you've pretty much struck out there too.

So yeah, I'm mostly just feeling bad for you. I admit that I'm a little irked that three days of my life were wasted by you, and of course I miss having the luxury of just having my videos click-to-downloadable. But looking at the net gains and losses, I gotta say I don't feel I'm out a whole heck of a lot. But you ......

Check that out, I just got a twinge of pleasure. I guess I'll take that schadenfreude to go.

Friday, March 25, 2005

And the weird e-mails continue.

I made mention of this yesterday to NSK, but I got an e-mail earlier this week from someone who appears to be a fan of my web site. As I said to her:
I got a similar e-mail yesterday about HoF which I deleted but sort of wish I hadn't. All I can really recall is it went something like this:

OMG YOU NEVER UPDATE THE PARTS OF YOUR SITE THAT I LIKE TO GO TO LIKE OSB AND YOU SHOULD STOP EVERYTHING YOU ARE DOING AND UPDATE THAT STUFF SO I CAN STOP BEING BORED.
I then got another from the same individual asking for a "real picture so i can see who runs this wonderful web site".

This morning, I found another e-mail, the body of which is (and this one is a direct copy and paste):
IM SICK OF READING THE SAME THING EVERYDAY! UPDATE NOW!
I am having a very irritating Net week.

Thursday, March 24, 2005

And how was your day?

So there I am, working on a scene I had to fill in for 9x03, when my e-mail chimes. I immediately salivate, as is my Pavlovian reaction, and open my mail reader thingie. And to what do my wandering eyes should appear? But a letter from FOX, meant to rattle and fear!

Yes, it appears that I have received a cease and desist letter from Fox, re: the X-Men movie and Buffy on jetwolf.com. My assumption is that they're referring to the videos I have there (and possibly the "Bored Now" clips), but gods know you'd never be certain since they don't actually say.

I did a look on the web at similar e-mails people have received, and I note that mine seems a little different. It doesn't include the fact that I'll be receiving a copy at my home, nor does it include any manner of contact information for anybody with Fox Intellectual Property. However I suspect in my gut that it's genuine anyway, mostly because I'm a pessimist but also because the e-mail was sent to my oooooold e-mail (jetwolf@home.com), which is what I used to register the domain way the hell back when, thus is the info in my WHOIS for jetwolf.com. Still, I sent an e-mail off asking for specific contact information for an individual and stating that if I don't receive it by the deadline they quoted me (1 April 2005), then I'm going to assume it's a hoax and go about my merry way.

That said, I've already removed the "Bored Now" clips, completely removed the X-Men video, and taken down all the links to the Buffy ones. If it turns out to be wrong, then put 'em back up after.

Now that's an hour or two of my life gone, and it's starting to settle in. I'd like to say that I feel all special because, Oo, look! A big corporation spent some productivity on me! But I don't, because if they target my video site (which hasn't gotten an update in about a year) and not the truly prolific Buffyverse vidders, then it's pretty damned random. (Or someone reported me, but I'm doing my best not to get paranoid about this.) I also don't feel special because I know I'm going to cave. I don't know the law, but I do know my finances, and they absolutely do not include going up against Fox. (And they know it, which really grates my cheese.)

But I'm starting to get sort of pissed now. Ignoring the clips for the moment, which I freely admit were nothing more than me ripping a bit off the DVD and encoding it, I'd love to know what is so damned threatening about music vids? They're celebrations of the material. They're meant to provoke thought and emotion. These are the sorts of things that keep franchises ALIVE. It's the fans that keep it ENERGIZED, who bring in new fans, who awaken the love in the old. The bottom line for Fox: MORE PEOPLE TO BUY YOUR SHIT. For example, I've heard from a half dozen people or more about how they specifically got into Buffy because of my Top 100 list. That's another few hundred bucks thrown your way in DVD sales, Fox. But my 3:52 tribute to the show's seven years is somehow so threatening that you have wave lawyers in my face?

<takes a deep breath> I'm trying to be zen. I'm trying not to apply this to the world at large. I'm trying to look on the bright side by being glad it's just the videos and not my fanfic. I'm trying to keep my frustration levels (and thus my blood pressure) under control. I'm really not succeeding very well.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Why I Should Remember To Screen My Calls

<cell phone rings>
Me: Hello?
Woman: <mutters something unintelligible>
Me: I'm sorry?
<silence>
Me: May I help you?
Woman: Yes, I'd like to order the blazer and pants ...
Me: I believe you have the wrong number.
Woman: It's a blazer.
Me: I don't doubt. But you have the wrong number.
Woman: What?
Me: You've called the wrong number.
<silence>
Me: Number. Wrong. As in not right. Incorrect.
Woman: You don't have the blazer?
Me: I don't have ANY blazers. You've called the wrong number.
<long pause>
Woman: It's a blazer.
Me: This. Is. Not. An. Order. Line. This is a personal phone number. You have dialed incorrectly.
Woman: So you don't have them?
<click>

Holy shit, I'm having answering service flashbacks.

Well that's over.

I just (as in, about 75 seconds ago) finished scripting 9x02 ("Legacy", for those curious readers). I'm really not at all sure how I like this one. I do know it was a pain in the ass, and took me about twice as long to finish as either of the other two have. Something about it just didn't click for me and I'm not sure what. I'll have to see how it goes over, but regardless this won't come even close to being a favourite episode of mine. I'm thrilled to have it done though. Final-freaking-ly.

I'll probably spend the rest of today trying to at least finish the transcript for the "Aid & Abet" commentary, since I've been getting flooded with requests for that. Afterward I'm thinking the finishing touches for 9x01 and 9x03, then working in Nova's prose for 9x02, then editing. The new term starts on Monday – if I can get all of that done this week, I'll be a happy Jet Wolf.

The tickets and stuff arrived for the Orlando trip. I'm starting to have minor flight anxiety, and wishing desperately I could get ahold of some elephant tranquilizers. I do not fly well. I'll save the bulk of the worrying for the 6th and the 7th though, since I have way too much to do fritter away the days before that in a cold, barely-contained panic. Also I'll admit, I'm not over the moon about a return to Florida. I haven't been to my home state since Mike's brother's wedding, and can honestly say I haven't missed it. Not to mention the fact that I haven't set foot in the south since we moved to Oregon in 2001. That's actually something of a source of pride, but I'm whoring myself anyway for a free, all-expenses paid vacation. I think it's The American Way.

Look for more trip details soon as I begin to give into my Flying Fear. Alternately, we bought a new memory stick for the camera, and Mike made me promise I'd allow him to take as many pictures as he wanted. So there's also Foto Fear. Just for a change of pace.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Today's plans

I had a moderately productive morning. I actualy cooked a pretty big breakfast for Mike, which is about as wifey as I ever get. We then made plans for the today, which include:

- Watching "Surprise" for the 'Pack discussions.
- Breaking down 9x09 (or possibly x10, I haven't decided yet), which is an episode Mike's writing.
- Driving about 30 miles out of our way for Haagen Daaz, just so I can drive Willowy. (There's one down the street, but where's the fun in that?)

While waiting for breakfast to settle though, I got a flash of semi-inspiration for the 9x02 poster, so I made that this morning. Go me. I still have a good few weeks all to myself before the next term starts, so it's writing, writing and more writing. This is of course aided by the fact that the season begins anew in about 18 panic-filled days. Yesterday went well though, despite the feeling badness. Let's hope the trend continues.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

I have found true happiness.

Surely it must be driving around in your brand new no-debt car, the sun roof open, blaring Common Rotation's "Sit Down".

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

So red! So shiny!

I have car. You have car pictures. I got the better end of the deal, but admire anyway.

We will love her and pet her and call her Willowy.















Of course the funniest part of the afternoon was when Mike and I drove to Saturn and then spent five minutes in Kiyone, stroking her dashboard and telling her what a good car she was, all the while unaware that the salesperson was standing there patiently waiting.

The drive though ... oh, the drive. Willowy RULES. And she has a 6-disc MP3 CD player! (Which isn't an iPod, but will do until I get a cassette deck or something installed!) And she has a sunroof! And I so totally want to go drive her again when I should be writing!

I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. Which is probably just as well, because I have serious doubts that we're going to be spending anything come Christmas.

So, what do you think, sirs?

A winner is me!

The car's ready!

carcarcarcarcarcar

Monday, March 14, 2005

Keen! #2

My phone takes less dull pictures!



Edited to add: And because paranoir got so excited ...

Keen!

My phone takes pictures!

Old Stuff, New Stuff

I just got my new phone. According to the website, it will make me cute and blonde, and endow me with very large teeth.

It's pretty sweet. I think, anyway. I thought my old phone was decked out, now I have this whole camera thing to worry about. Plus side: I just took a picture of Jett and it's now my phone's wallpaper. It also apparently has MP3 ringtones, which I didn't know until just a second ago but now think is the coolest thing ever.

On the downer side though, I cleaned out Kiyone. Took all of her stuff out, and ... You know, I feel like crap. I really do. It's a machine, it can't feel. I'm with that. But I still feel like shit, like I'm doing some horrible betrayal. Of a car. I think I need help. If nothing else though, I now realize I can never own an android.

I wanted to share something though. I found this all rolled up at the bottom of the driver's side door pocket:
I-10 west to Lafayette
I-49 north to Shreveport
     - in Shreveport, Hwy 3132 to I-20
I-20 west to Dallas
     - in Dallas, I-635 to I-35
I-35 north through Oklahoma City to Wichita
     - in Wichita, I-35 to I-135
I-135 north to Salina
I-70 west to Denver
     - in Denver, I-70 to I-25
I-25 north to Cheyenne
I-80 west to just inside Utah, I-84
I-84 to Roy
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I-84 west through Boise to Portland
I'm gonna miss that car.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

So ... much ... poorer.

I have a new car.
I have a diminished checking account.
I have a new car.

Friday, March 11, 2005

Return to Quo

With Amy and Scott now in San Francisco, life here in Beaver Town returns to something resembling normal. Their visit was nice – pleasantly stress-free, as I just entirely gave up on worrying about getting The Chosen done and studiously ignored the ever-approaching premier deadline. Letting go of worries helps on that front like you wouldn't believe.

The first day we visited Multnomah Falls, which I hadn't seen since we came up to Oregon on vacation several years ago. It was a nice trip, and I got an adorable wolf plushie out of the deal, so that can't be bad. The next day was Mall Trawl day, and we hit Lloyd Center. It's the first time I've ever taken the MAX to the mall (usually I drive), and while the overall trip was probably a bit longer, the ease of both getting there and getting back more than makes up for it and I hereby vow to never drive to Lloyd Center ever again. We only had until about 3pm yesterday before having to head to the airport, but we stopped off at Wunderland (the local nickel arcade), whereupon there was much air hockey and Dance Dance Revolution, as well as a rather sobering experience with a skee ball machine. I swear, I used to rule at skee ball. It's like when I suddenly developed hormones I lost the ability to play the game well. I'm not sure I benefitted from that trade off, frankly.

Oh, and if you live in an area where there's a Burgerville and you haven't tried them yet, go get a chocolate hazelnut milkshake. OMG SO GOOD WTF. Hurry though, because they're changing the seasonal selection on the 25th.

So now my time is my own again, and the writing is coming sloooooowly. This is disappointing since 9x03 was scripted so (relatively) quickly. I'm hoping I'm just getting into it though. Plus, it's not the sort of ep that's very dialogue-heavy yet, and that's where I tend to move faster. Fingers crossed for picking up soon. Now that I don't have guests to distract me, it's like the premier deadline is SCREAMING at me.

In other, but very exciting news, Mike and I have decided to get a new car. Not that there's really anything technically wrong with Kiyone (that would be my current car), but she's over 10 years old now and her gas mileage now pretty much bites. She runs really well though, particularly given her age, so we're wanting to trade her in soon in the hopes of getting a much better value on her. That'll be a sad day, I must admit, but on the plus side I've never owned a brand new car, so I'm really stoked about that. Mike's going to check today to see what – if any – employee discount he may be able to get through Well's Fargo for an auto loan, and we're going to stop into Saturn tomorrow and compare that rate to the one they'll offer us. They currently have 0.0% APR for the ever-fuzzy "qualified buyers", and it'd be pretty darned sweet if we fall into that elite category. I'm hoping we will – I've had a spotless credit history since I was 16, Mike's is solid too (if much, much newer), and we're currently debt-free. Adding into that the fact that we're going to put about $10,000 down on it, and ... well, if that's not "qualified", I'm not sure what is.

My eye's currently on the ION Quad Coupe (the ION 3, to be exact, though the Red Line is pretty freaking sweet). It's really, really exciting to think that, in theory, I could get a new car this weekend. Expect pictures.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Disturbing Mind Theater

Wow, this was a weird one last night.

Okay, firstly there were some sort of experimental, super secret spy plane things. Two of them. Everyone wanted to ride in them (or had to because we had to escape from where we were, I'm fuzzy on that bit). "I" – though I don't think it was really me, it feels like I was someone else – gets on one of them. It takes off, and it's this golden, kind of boxy thing. I specifically remember thinking "You know, a big government project plane is probably the safest to fly in, since they've spent so much money on it they'll be sure it won't crash." So of course, that's what it does. But when that happens "I" am no longer in it, "I" am now someone else who is slated to be on the second plane, and who watched the first crash without really caring at all. What was even stranger was that the plane was sort of like a Transformer, like those old cassette tape ones that turned into dogs and raptors and stuff? I think this was a holdover from watching the second episode of Robot Chicken last night.

From there the dream went to Grizzly!Wesley. There's a knock on the door to his apartment – it's Faith. I think they talk, but I can't remember anything more about this part.

Then it's somewhere else, which I think may have been my old house back in Louisiana. I'm really me this time, and as it turns out, I WAS on the first Transformer plane thing, and I'm dead now. I just sort of accept this, no worries, but then someone points out that there are ways to get back. There's this whole list of options, like it's resurrection ala carte. I decide on one to try.

That option involves something to do with absorbing a certain amount of blood from my dog, Jett. This part was really pretty vivid. I had one of our pseudo-ginsu knives, and I cut into her leg. She didn't whine or anything, she just let me. then I cut into my own forearm, but I couldn't get the wound to actually be completely open – it was like I perforated my skin, but it wasn't a clean cut. Despite the sharpness of the knife, I had to saw between the perforations, but my skin had the toughness of corrugated cardboard, and I really had to force it through. The whole thing was like through a macro lens, it was like I could see each fiber of flesh being severed. What was weirdest of all though – no blood. It was all red and meaty, but it was like my blood had been completely removed. I finally had a decent-sized gash and turned to Jett, but by this time, the wound in her leg had healed up, and I had to cut her again. I pressed her leg against the open tear in my skin, but she was healing so fast I had to keep cutting her again and again. Meanwhile the perforations in my own arm are starting to heal, so back we go to the sawing.

I woke up before I found out if anything actually happened. Given all the cutting, I'm not too upset about the dangling plot line.