Mock. Mockmockmock. Mockity-mock-mock

12:33pm: I found this while reading Neil Gaiman's blog. Not so much as a wanky argument as a wanky idea.

Apparently, Margaret Atwood, tired of actually attending book signings and interacting with the unwashed rabble that is her fanbase, has invented an Automatic Kissing Machine and Booksigner. With this baby, there is no need for her to be anywhere near the book signing. Nope, she can just interact from her home through the use of a video screen.

What does the lucky fan get out of this? Why, a mechanically reproduced signature and a printout commemorating the "meeting."

Whee.

Now, instead of getting that pesky Carpal Tunnel Syndrome by signing all those books, she can get it by wanking to her own greatness.

The Wank-O-Matic 3000

12:57pm: Another mile marker in the copyright wars.
Deleterius has always been one of my favourite stomping grounds, as well as a sterling breeding ground for wank of the HP and LOTR flavour... but it's always particularly delightful when a sporked Suethor gets it in his or her head to fight back.

This one's doing a wonderful job of making an ass of herself. Filled with righteous indignation and all the bitterness one heart can hold, she's turned in a sporker to LJ abuse for copyright violation. Yes. Of work that is in essence completely a copyright violation in its own right.

The wank has spread (and yes, I've posted once, but not enough to make it to i_wank, although if the Suethor comes back, I'll probably wind up shifting this over there...) after the OP took down the original sporking. The lovely Tviokh reposted the sporking with a note to the Suethor to bring it. Still in its infant stages, as the Suethor's yet to post word one, but I smell ugliness in the making.

She's even threatened Deleterius with her internet lawyers.

As a bit of additional interest in the wank as it unfolds, we have a cryptically threatening message from the Suethor in her original Pit of Voles account profile ("Well well we are playing this game are we. Thats ok ill play." ...in case it winds up bahleeted), and a gorgeously whiny pep-talk from the Suethor to herself in the author's note of her reposted story.

The reviewers are no kinder in her reposted story than they were in the original.