corporate theft

Tony takes the red line.

It’s what he did, back in the day. Way, way back, he thinks ruefully, noticing his reflection in the car’s window and definitely seeing the silver in his hair. Christ. Where’d the time go?

Rhodey’s not silver. Rhodey’s almost three years older than him; shouldn’t he be silver now, too? He doesn’t look like he did in college, but still. Something the military feeds them, maybe.

He gets off at the Kendall/MIT stop, makes sure his hood is firmly in place. He finds that he gets recognized less than he used to. Something about looking more like a broken down old eccentric person than the man who used to be on magazine cover. He’d done a side-by-side with FRIDAY a month ago, the last time he was on the cover of TIME versus now. It wasn’t pretty.

But MIT is still the type of place people might recognize him. Even if it’s just by associating the idea of the place with him and being primed to see him. And Tony’s not here for the press mess today.

He keeps his head down and slides his sunglasses more firmly up his face as he emerges into sunlight, takes to the mostly still familiar streets.

He’d meant it, when he’d dished out tens of millions of dollars to these kids. The September Foundation has a board and charity benefits and real donors now, but the inaugural grant was mostly him, throwing a charity name at his money to give it an air of legitimacy so no one would sneeze on those who took it. They need these kids. They need a future full of brilliant minds unafraid to play and try and create.

He has a list, on his phone. Every recipient of the grant is required to submit their name and a vague description of what they’re working on–not enough to get him accused of corporate theft, just enough to know loosely where the money is going and, potentially, inventors that might be tapped for SI recruitment in the upcoming years–and Tony’s compiled a list of who he wants to drop in on today.

He picks up coffees first. It’s only polite. His mother would lose it if she saw him show up empty-handed.

The campus is…soothing, Tony realizes is the word. And it’s true what they say, isn’t it? You never really know what you have until it’s gone. Long gone, in his case.

Tony alternated between lectures he often barely needed, to lab time, to parties, and rarely to his bed. What would have happened if he sat outside for an afternoon? Lingered over lunch?

Probably something catastrophic would have happened. He’s a Stark, after all.

He finds his destination and knocks on the door. “Can I come in?”

Four kids look up at him, and Tony’s thankful for the coffee, for his ability to extend it in offering rather than have to wave or something.

Two of them are squinting at him, as if questioning themselves. The other two have already figured it out.

“What are you doing here, Mr. Stark?” One of the woman asks. “Is it…the September Foundation?”

“If you’re asking if there’s something up with the money, then nope. That’ll keep coming. I told you, strings free. I’m just…wondering if I can watch.”

There’s not exactly a ton of extra space, but Tony manages to perch himself awkwardly in a corner once invited.

“Do we…like, make you sign a non-disclosure agreement or something?” the guy asks.

“If you can draw up a NDA, then I’ll sign,” Tony promises. “Or I can cross my heart and hope to die if that works. Of course, I have full intention of poaching every member of this team in May.”

“Is this an…audition?”

“Nah,” Tony says. “I’ve already put your names down at SI. Understand that’s not an obligation on either side. Just the R&D guy expressing a preference. This, today…is a tired old guy wanting to crash in your lab. And I brought coffee,” he adds as an after-thought.

One of them snorts. They share a look as a group, and then shrug and get back to work.

Tony needs to know the world is going to be okay, regardless of what happens next. He needs to know that there are futurists everywhere, that there’s a lot of them seeing the problems of the world, each of them seeing their piece and taking it apart and making things happen.

Tony’s list of recipients he might want to check in on is long. There’s groups of them thinking and weapons and defense, about what might be coming. And Tony’s interested, but honestly sitting in their lab might well trigger a panic attack. Plus, if this exercise is to get him out of his head, to show him the wide world of problems being solved by those who will usurp his throne and he’ll gladly step aside for, then weapons isn’t the way to go.

There’s a kid who’s basically using Tony’s money to keep him in food and coffee while he attempts to solve one of the millennium problems. There’s a team who’s sequencing genes and might very well cure cancer within five years. There’s a group that’s redesigning airplane engines for fuel efficiency.

And then there’s these kids, who’re going to make the internet globally accessible. No more economic, geographic, or political barriers to the people’s access of free information.

It’ll probably lead to a world of people watching cat videos.

But who knows. There’s a futurist out there somewhere, a kid who sees things that need their unique touch, who doesn’t have the tools to change the world. And these kids might give that kid the tools.

Tony sinks into his chair and closes his eyes, listens to them argue out their work between frantic sips of coffee. The science, the math, the desperate dirty pure creation of it soothes something inside him.

He’ll leave this lab before four thirty, because that’s when FRIDAY will prompt him to be on his way so he can get himself to the plane and be on his way to a meeting in New York, the next session of fighting it out over the Accords. Then he’ll return to his own lab, where he’s getting ready for what he knows is coming, damn what others keep telling him. He saw it. He knows it.

But today, he’ll be able to go, knowing these kids are out here. Futurists, the lot of them, all of them leaving their mark on the world, taking it into the next generation. The world’s going to keep on turning. Airplanes will go faster, cancer research will improve lives, math will be the wonder it always is. People all over the world will take to exploring and learning and solving problems.

And yeah, Tony thinks. He can live with this kind of world.

So I made a website on Foodfight! for class.

BEAUTIFUL FACES!

MOTION CAPTURE AT ITS WORST

A CAUTIONARY TALE

THE MYSTERY AND SUSPENCE BEHIND IT ALL

ONE MAN TO BLAME

THE REASON WHY THIS EXISTS

Horrible Animation!

Witness the shocking visuals!

Corporate Espionage!

Unlikely theft, or scandalous lie?

Incompetence!

Experience one man’s shortcomings!

YES, THE WHOLE THING’S ON YOUTUBE

The disaster of a movie, Foodfight!, has developed a following as one of the worst animated movies to have existed.

Not only did it take more than a whole ten years to make, it had a 45,000,000 budget, and only made $73,706 at the box office.

The film was a massive failure, with a lot riding on it during production. The studio planned on making toys, lots of merch, a cereal brand based off of the characters, and even a Foodfight! on ice show.

Now, the animators who worked on this won’t even put it on their resumes.

Explore the rest of the site to discover just what the hell this movie is.


“It needs to be 30% better.”~Lawrence Kasanoff, Director

  • $45,000,000 Budget
  • 10+ years
  • 1.7 on IMDb
  • $73,706 at the box office

THE MAN OF THE HOUR

One day, producer at Threshold: Lawrence Kasanoff, or Larry, saw Toy Story and were inspired. “What if, instead of familiar toys, we made a film with familiar brand names that you’d find in the grocery store?” he pondered. Well, he expected the Wreck-It Ralph of grocery products (or rather, Casablanca, seeing as how there are numerous references in the film), but instead, we got an apparent case of “corporate espionage” in 2002 (which I personally think is a coverup for Larry spilling his drink on the hard drives), and then, “Foodfight!”.

Those working under Kasanoff, found him very… peculiar in his directing. Animators would get orders from him like “make this more awesome,” or “make this 30% better,” and often treated scenes as if they were live action, telling the animators to do “another take,” implying he didn’t exactly know how animation even worked.

A lot can be said about the director and his role in how bad the film is. It was his desicion to use motion-capture animation, while still trying to keep the Loony-Toons-esk “squash and stretch” style, even though that’s comparable to using a philips-head screwdriver for a flat-head screw. This is also why everyone emotes like C-3PO, and has a near-dead, lifeless stare.




God help me, I researched all this

Screened capped cause it’ll be gone by the end of the semester

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"How to affordably copyright your art & how to deal with copyright infringement" with Jeral Tidwell

This is a clip from the podcast Adventures in Design about copyrights.  It clarifies quite a bit about copyright law, how to copyright your work affordably, and it debunks various myths about copyrights.  It’s extremely enlightening.

It also goes into detail about what to do and what not to do when corporate art theft strikes, and how to make copyright law work to your advantage. Furthermore, it explains how to approach and make use of lawyers in such situations.  I think a lot of artists, even professionals, operate under the assumption that the legal system is beyond us - that our woes are either too trivial for lawyers to bother with or too expensive to follow through on. That’s self-defeating and largely untrue, though.  As it pertains to copyright law, the legal system is at your disposal and is designed to work for you.

Oh, how I wish I knew these things a couple of years ago when I was dealing with a couple of cases of corporate art theft and was feeling hopeless about it. Because I was repeating that over and over to myself as I listened to this, I figured I ought to share it.

(Warning:  the discussion in the link gets just a little bit crude in spots)

sandiroseskips  asked:

I'm a retail worker at a rather pricy shopping mall. Everyone here, as far as I know, is instructed to let shoplifters go in case of them filing a lawsuit if we tackle them. That being said, I've seen lifters many times. I let them go. I inform my manager that something was stolen so that I don't get in trouble but I let the people go. Why? Because I don't judge people for taking things from huge corporations cuz we're all slaves to these companies. Take from corporations. Fuck yes to your blog.

Please fire me. Our regional loss prevention associate came in yesterday and educated me on how to better secure my department because it contains the highest value merchandise. After her pleasant and enlightening visit, my supervisor told me that the security of the department was entirely my responsibility every single day from now on, “since you feel that you are so important that you spoke to the l.p. manager without permission.” I only work 2 days a week and all the other employees in the department are temps who didn’t go through criminal background checks.

SeegsonTomorrow, together…

The Seegson Corporation was a European conglomerate synthetic manufacturer in the 2130s. Seegson was a smaller entity than Weyland-Yutani, and aspired to imitate Weyland-Yutani's success. As such, some of its technology was more primitive. For example, some of their synthetics didn't look properly human, instead they looked more like a mannequin. However, Seegson's technology was similar to WY's, and they even used a computer voice that sounded identical to the USCSS Nostromo's MU-TH-UR 6000, but, as previously stated, it still was not as sophisticated on many fronts. Due to the relatively primitive nature of Seegson technology, the company resorted to corporate espionage and the theft of Weyland-Yutani Synthetic blueprints to mitigate the lack of their own research.

Pay attention too to how the argument against shoplifting based of clearly illegal wage theft is used to defend corporate interests and criticize poor shoplifters attempts at actual harm reduction.

Because a lot of shoplifters, especially more politically leftist ones, argue against targeting small stores owned and run by those within the community in favor of targeting large corporations. And that attitude really does result in more losses being focused on corporations who totally could afford it.

This anti-shoplifting argument isn’t just “don’t shoplift because [blatantly illegal corporate practices]” it’s specifically “don’t target big corporations with your shoplifting because [blatantly illegal corporate practices]”

p-u-s-s-a-y  asked:

fuck you... So what if people shoplift, good on them

Yes, this message has surely taught me a lesson.  I have seen the error of my ways.  I’m gonna go out right now and shoplift thousands of dollars worth of expensive cosmetics, and really “stick it to the man”.  But it’ll be okay, because I’m poor, and I really, really need a lot of cosmetics (and designer bags to carry them in), because they are essential to survival.  It totally won’t hurt the employees working there, nor raise prices for everyone else because the corporations factor theft into their pricing, meaning that large corporations feel absolutely no effect whatsoever from shoplifting while everyone else does.

You are as dumb as a box of hair, you know that?  These people were hilariously stupid enough to post evidence of committing felony larceny for millions of people to see.  They incriminated themselves.  Don’t throw a hissy fit just because a few people are decent enough to point out the turd they left sitting in the middle of the public sidewalk.

In any case, I’ll make sure to further update that list to include any new url changes that have since taken place.

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Did you guys see this??? Target blatantly ripped off one of our t-shirt designs as part of their newest apparel collection for Pride month. For the record, we were not consulted or credited in any way.

Now before you guys jump down my throat, I realize that what they’re doing is technically legal. Even if it was possible to copyright a tee shirt design (clothing designers in the U.S. have trademark protection, but not copyright), Target’s design is just barely different enough to avoid any legal trouble. But you have to think about what kind of message that sends to the community that they’re supposedly trying to support. Seriously, to not even give credit or just ask permission (and we probably would’ve given it too) is just tacky, not to mention shady.

The US Justice Department is charging figures linked to the Chinese military with stealing US trade secrets, in an escalation of tensions with China over economic espionage.

Suspicions about extensive corporate data theft have swirled around China for years, but never before has the US formally accused the People’s Liberation Army with criminal activity.

Last year, a report by the information security firm Mandiant concluded that a unit of the PLA, known as Unit 61398, was likely behind data theft comprising hundreds of terabytes. It found that the scale of the espionage was unlikely to have occurred without government sponsorship.

But it is unlikely that the US accusation will result in placing Chinese officials in custody, and some diplomatic risk is likely. James Lewis, a cybersecurity expert at the Center for Strategic and International Studies, said the effect would be “intangible” but the formal accusation “sends a strong message” to Beijing.

The cybercrime accusations come as the disclosures surrounding the National Security Agency indicate that at least some US surveillance redounds to America’s economic benefit.

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The Guardian, “U.S. to Bring Criminal Charges Against Chinese Officials in Espionage Probe.”

This should do as much as the sanctions against Russia have done in re: the Ukraine.