A few weeks ago, at Veggie, my favourite place for lunch and some Brazilian goodness around here. Note: some parts in this picture have been fictionalised. You may loCATe those yourself.
Yesterday, the Court of Appeal for British Columbia handed down a jaw-droppingly stupid and terrible decision, rejecting the whistleblower Ian Linkletter’s claim that he was engaged in legitimate criticism when he linked to freely available materials from the ed-tech surveillance company Proctorio:
If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
I feel drunk reading this. There’s plenty to stare aghast at, but the one that really messed me up was the bit where the court says that posting a link to a work could be considered a performance of the work.
Am…. Am I… performing this pluralistic piece by reblogging and linking it?
Have… have I been performing internet pages every time I’ve linked to something copy righted?
If I ever get into a relationship again it’s going to be so hard on my partner. Because I have to make up for many, many decades of not kissing, not making breakfast for someone, not organizing trips, not being eternally curious, not holding someone, not watching movies in bed together, not licking nipples, not eating someone out, not giving presents, not telling someone how beautiful they are and not making someone orgasm.
I read somewhere that “When you choose a life partner you’re choosing your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 70 vacations, your retirement friend, career therapist, & someone whose day you’ll hear about 18,000 times” and I really can’t stress this enough.
I’ve already missed out on at least half of this.
Traveling alone is something I don’t do because I sink into a deep depression out of loneliness, and I’ve got next to no retirement fund.
Nobody to make breakfast for, nobody to go on holiday with, nobody who knows your everyday life, nobody to share this life with. And I’ve tasted what it’s like, but then she died a year later, and the universe has apparently decided I am not allowed to experience this. 
Truly, there is nothing else I would’ve loved more in this life. Nothing.
If any of you know my sister, she is one of the most extraordinary individuals you could possibly meet. She does not deserve this. There is no amount that is too small or insignificant.
I don’t know how much longer. I just want my father and my brother to be able to spend as much time with her as possible. please please help. I don’t want my dad to have any regrets but he has to support them. My brother cannot forgo school. I want molly to enjoy one last thing. Please help.