That’s the picture. It can be found here, on Jacket Copy. It can also be found here, on the bozo’s website. Click to see the bozo’s version big, which shows how yes, the clouds and reflections are exactly the same.
Not that I am surprised some bozo runs around using other people’s photos. It’s what bloggers are accused of — irresponsibility, lack of journalistic ethics, deliberate un-awareness that people gots to get paid for their work. Or, at the very least, given credit. I’m all for Creative Commons. I let people use my pictures all the time — for free, but with credit. Think about it, bozo: did I drive out to Book Soup last Sunday for you? No, I did not. The picture is not yours.
What really galls me is that this pic ends up on LAist — credited to the bozo. LAist — where I WAS EDITOR — get the whole blogging thing. They provide photo credit. To, unfortunately, the bozo, who does not.
Sticks and stones and all that.
We credited you.
Nice photo.
Thanks for the link.
Well, on the good side, at least you know you are doing something worthwhile when someone else tries to steal it.
Seems like the fellow finally did give you your due credit. Small consolation.
Keep on plugging and you will make it.
And don’t let the small stuff frazzle you.
I see he gave you credit, but no linkback. Dangerously cheesy.
Oh, the bozo gave me credit — but only AFTER I called him out. If I hadn’t seen the photo on LAist and noticed that my photo was credited to someone else, he never would have provided it.
Bad, bad blogger.
Hey Carolyn
I’m getting a little fed up with you calling me a bozo.
We found out Glenn was dead, wanted to run a tribute, couldn’t find his picture anywhere on the internet and ran with a shitty picture of the Book Soup marquee that we got from the LA TIMES.
We didnt steal it off your bog or rip off the poor struggling artist. You were part of the big LA Times.
I dont even know if there was a photo credit in those first few hours after we learned our our pal had died.
We ran the item and went on with our lives.
It wasnt exactly a portrait or a work of art. It was a snapshot.
And when you complained, we gave you a credit.
It was an oversight.
The LA Times rips off our STORIES and our REPORTAGE all the time and doesnt credit us.
So quit calling us bozo. You’re the one who has the bozo-colored hair.
bozo is a little light for someone to get “fed up” like this. how about cocksucker? what a fucking crybaby this kearns is. i’m gonna take the low road and go harass him, hold on…
aaah! my eyes. that lame blog looks like hospital lighting. can’t take it.
Hey Burt:
I’m getting a bit fed up with you bitching your yappy and uninformed little mouth about when you’ve been nothing less than a fuckwit to Carolyn. If the photo was as shitty as you claim it to be, why did you use it? Furthermore, Carolyn may work for the Los Angeles Times, but, in case you haven’t noticed, the newspaper is currently under bankruptcy proceedings. Do you honestly believe that the freelancers who work for the paper are rolling in the money? Are you really that fucking idiotic?
Carolyn clearly would have permitted you to use the photo. She only upbraided you because you didn’t have the decency to acknowledge the credit. The fact remains that you thought you could use this fucking photo because it happened to be online, and you couldn’t possibly conceive that someone went to the trouble to take it.
You really have no understanding about what it means to work as a freelancer, only for some entitled asshat like you to abscond with the fucking content and THEN not even bother to credit the original source until that source has called your cowardly little ass out. How would you feel if I took your site’s layout, all of the content, and claimed that it was mine without bothering the source? Or to use an example that your minuscule mind and insufferable hubris can understand, what if you were to come into work one morning, see me working at your desk, and not even acknowledge that the desk or the job is yours? You’d probably want to beat the shit out of me. But your reaction here would be the equivalent to me doing this: Fuck you, Burt. I acknowledged that you worked here after I seized your desk and you demanded it. But the desk and the job is mine. So why don’t you go home? Beat the shit out of me? Au contraire! I’ll beat the shit out of you!
That sort of attitude is the action of a whiny cocksucker who would be sucker punched in a bar if he tried to pull that shit on the regulars.
I think under the circumstances you owe Carolyn an apology. And if you have any decency (it appears that you do not), you should remove the “shitty” photo from your website entirely, put this matter behind you, and learn from this experience.
If you don’t, well then, rest assured, sir, you are on my shitlist for fucking with one of my friends. And I have a LONG memory.
Sincerely,
Edward Champion
Hey Ed
Fuck you.
I’m getting a bit fed up with the obscenities you supposed intellectual pinheads like to throw around when addressing me on this site and Tabloid Baby (where one of you wrote about fucking my mother in the ass).
Ed, we ran a photo of a sign. When the Bozo-haired lady asked for a credit, we gave her one, even though she called us a bozo for something her old LAist site has done more than once. It has nothing to do with decency. We were decent when we gave her the credit.
Now, thanks to rude bastards like you, we’ve removed the credit.
So fuck you.
And if the LA Times is under bankruptcy proceedings, it may be because its as out of touch as you pinheads. Fuck you Ed. You miserable shit, you don’t know me and you ought to think twice before threatening me with sucker punches.
By the way, you like to throw around the word “cocksucker.” I realize you think you’re macho and cool, but it’s really insulting to gay people and women.
By the way, are you that tubby bald Ed Champion?
Fuck you, asshole.
Hey Burt: Are you that no-talent assclown who fellated Neil Innes instead of doing a documentary about him? THAT’S why I call you a cocksucker. Because you lack decency or even a scintilla of journalistic accountability. And here’s that sterling quality again. You see, in the end, what you’ve actually done matters more than your physical appearance. And from where I’m sitting, you ain’t done shit, pal, except give into the lowest common denominator like a crackwhore who can’t keep her legs shut. For fuck’s sake, you can’t even read my post correctly. I didn’t threaten you with sucker punches. I suggested that if you tried that attitude in a real place, then you would probably be sucker-punched. Although now that you mention it, yeah, I could easily beat the shit out of you.
Ed you little shit, you are a regular Jim Frey, aren’t you.
“Fellated Neil Innes?” I’ll bring that up with Neil, let him know who wrote it, and in fact I’ll reprint your pencilneck entries on my own site so all the female literary types you wish you could impress can see what a womanhater you are, talking about “crackwhores,” “legs shut,” and “c-cksucker.” Fuck you, you baldheaded puffball poseur. That just go over real well at the wine and cheese parties. Where do you hang out? Brooklyn? Fuck you. My daughter could take you down, so eat shit, wannabe. I’ll put my journalistic and literary record and credibility up against yours any day, you self-publishing touch hole. At least I use my own name. You wanna fuck with me? Bring it on, bitchtits. And name the time and place, you suckerpunch loser
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