I hate my hindbrain.
I must admit to being calmer that Friday night. The mad dynamo generating ideas has calmed down. Instead, the ideas generated are gathering form, gaining a certain certainty with how things should be. Of course, this is going to make communicating with DRM-apologists even harder, but quite frankly: Fuck'em. They're not worth getting into debates with. They're the buggy-whip manufacturers trying to tax petrol, trying to adapt their old and clunky model to a situation which is busy shifting paradigms without a clutch.
The only question that remains to be seen is how long until I'm on the losing side...
In the meantime, I've added notification of a Creative Commons license to my userinfo. Since my Friends page doesn't show it, I figured I'd mention it's there. It looks rather like this:
All fiction on this journal is licensed under a Creative Commons License.
This applies to all fiction I put up here, and applies retroactively. it's a given for most stuff, but what the hell, it can't help to be explicit about things.
