After takin' a swig o' grog, Homer belched out
this bit o' wisdom:
> Scenario 2 - Gormless Japanese tourist wanders into residential
> neighbourhood, spots a rare American muscle car, and enthusiastically
> takes a photo of it, then wanders off. Car owner comes screaming out
> of his house, shouting "That's *my* IP, it's *my* IP. You stole my IP.
> Quick, for God's sake, somebody call the police! My IP has been
> stolen". His precious muscle car is, in fact, still exactly where he
> left it - undamaged, in fact completely untouched. He has lost
> nothing. Zero. Nada. Zilch. Some gormless tourist committed to film,
> what he also committed to the "data bank" called his mind. The car is
> not missing, it doesn't need to be replaced, it will cost the owner
> nothing. The owner still has his car, therefore it hasn't been stolen.
Post that picture of the muscle car on a popular site, and you may have the
/manufacturer/ of the muscle car coming after you.
Similar anecdote about a writer using the phrase "jockey shorts".
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When you are about to die, a wombat is better than no company at all.
-- Roger Zelazny, "Doorways in the Sand"
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