The fellow says that he got a call from a clerk at an airline, who threatened to call the police if he didn't return to the airport immediately. He doesn't say whether or not he returned the bag, but implies that he didn't because he then claims the clerk went home and told her son about him, who said something to somebody on the internet.
Or did he mean that the clerk called him, then revealed his name against company policy to whomever's bag he stole, when he wouldn't make arrangements to switch bags - don't airlines have contractors who do that - and then the victim recognized his name, remembered it and told her son, who might've have read a credit on an eleven year old movie?
I don't know that he's totally delusional.
He also sounds rather dumb to me.
You have to forgive Brett. He often misinterprets not just tweets but all kinds of words, like the way he imagines his X-Men movie was "entertaining" or his Rush Hour films were "funny." Just try explaining "hack" to him--his expression is like a bloated version of Nipper, the RCA dog! It would be amusing if it wasn't so sad.
Went to a party at Brett Ratner's house above Sunset Blvd. in spring '08. Didn't witness him pinching anyone's butt, but there was an odd preponderance of moddle types and Guido-type douches in attendance. His bathroom was tastefully decorated. I started having a good time once I retreated away from the party nexus into the pool cabana, and focused on chowing down tuna tartare and chugging Champagne. I didn't witness any debauchery. That's all I've got. Thank you for being a gracious host, Brett!
He gets significant blame for the horrible, asinine schlock that was X-Men: The Last Stand Everyone Dies Because Why Freaking Not I Already Have Your Money
So I'm going to put him on the shelf right next to Kevin Smith. Neither are allowed to speak until they have one good new idea post 1997.
@Spirit Fingers: Geek girl here, but yes he absolutely despoiled any chance the complex, poetic, mighty Phoenix story would get a cinematic treatment properly. What a hack botch job that was.
@saythatsfuckingcool: No, not really. A bunch of star-struck New Yorkers, mostly in the middle of their work day, myself amongst them. Rarely happens, but when it does, it's fun.
@Foster Kamer: This is quite a sight. Angelina Jolie could schlep her entire brood through the Union Square farmers market and nobody would blink, yet here everyone is, waiting to see the First Lady. Kind of gives me that hopey feeling all over again.
@misslinda: Exactly. That was part of the fun, even though we only saw her for ten seconds. A delivery guy stopped on his bike; contractors working inside buildings came outside to gawk. It was pretty neat.
If they never paid for the pieces, then technically they don't control the copyright.
Even if DoucheBook chose not to honor the original contract, they would still have to have some agreement in place that gave them publication rights. Just imagine, for instance, what would happen if they simply cut-and-pasted pieces from other sites, then published them as their own with no credit or compensation. Big zero. And no different from what they've done here.
Even better, these morons have put their open disregard for copyright law in writing. I suppose that's what's to be expected when you run an operation too shitty to hire competent counsel, and so small ball that the CEO has to sign every check personally.
If 'there will be no further payments' (for work that hasn't been paid for at all) then there will be no further use of that work, and a bill for the fair market value of the use they've made to date.
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Crying Sweet Baby Jesus, I cannot believe I just wrote that.
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The fellow says that he got a call from a clerk at an airline, who threatened to call the police if he didn't return to the airport immediately. He doesn't say whether or not he returned the bag, but implies that he didn't because he then claims the clerk went home and told her son about him, who said something to somebody on the internet.
Or did he mean that the clerk called him, then revealed his name against company policy to whomever's bag he stole, when he wouldn't make arrangements to switch bags - don't airlines have contractors who do that - and then the victim recognized his name, remembered it and told her son, who might've have read a credit on an eleven year old movie?
I don't know that he's totally delusional.
He also sounds rather dumb to me.
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So I'm going to put him on the shelf right next to Kevin Smith. Neither are allowed to speak until they have one good new idea post 1997.
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Even if DoucheBook chose not to honor the original contract, they would still have to have some agreement in place that gave them publication rights. Just imagine, for instance, what would happen if they simply cut-and-pasted pieces from other sites, then published them as their own with no credit or compensation. Big zero. And no different from what they've done here.
Even better, these morons have put their open disregard for copyright law in writing. I suppose that's what's to be expected when you run an operation too shitty to hire competent counsel, and so small ball that the CEO has to sign every check personally.
If 'there will be no further payments' (for work that hasn't been paid for at all) then there will be no further use of that work, and a bill for the fair market value of the use they've made to date.
Bottom line: it's not theirs to publish.
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