Water, Water Everywhere But Not a Drop to Drink

Jeez, a whole lot of folks just love talking about the Google Author Settlement. This fiasco has been a real windfall for lawyers, and academics, and even writers who write about what other writers write about . . .

Just last week alone there were a slew of conferences about the Google Author Settlment in New York City. But did anyone even dare to discuss the plight of the lowly class members? Of course not, we are merely the grist for the mill, the cog in the wheel . . . we are the ones who really stand to lose here, but evidently we just pawns in the game.

I have more metaphors, but I think you get the gist.

Yet another attempt at representation

After reading an article about a class action lawsuit brought by a dealer at Caesars casino who had to resign due to health problems brought on by second hand smoke in the workplace, I researched her lawfirm, and thought "hmmmm, maybe these guys could help me."

Exactly What They Want Me To Do

Well, it has been awhile since I have posted, and I could say I have taken a break from the whole Google Author mess, but that wouldn't be entirely true.

To quote Cole Porter "the old ennui," sort of put a kibash on my enthusiasm . . . or maybe I was just plain pissed off trying to deal with lawyers, and retreated into a drunken haze of Frank Sinatra records.

But, of course giving up is exactly what Google and the lawyers involved with this settlement want me to do.

Yeah, I know the drill. Frustrate the class members and they will go away. Those that opt out won't pursue claims, and those that stay in and object are going to get stuck with the settlement when it is approved. Of course those who are completely clueless are really the perfect little silent masses that lawyers bank on.

Check out this hilarious censored version of Old Blue eyes singing the Cole Porter classic. I'll have to try that perfume from Spain.