Disarranging Mine


Saturday, September 7, 2002, 11:40 a.m.

Are you the master of your domain name?

I just did a quick check and it appears that Leslie Harpold never did get her Hoopla.com domain name returned.

See also, Textism: Hoopla and Verisign

And, Cory Doctorow at Boing Boing: Let's put Verisign to death

In other domain name news, Attorney Paul Wright wins back the right to PaulWright.com. Via Bret Fausett's icann Blog.

Strange thing though, according to "nb" (whoever nb is), "Mr. Wright won the major issue in the lawsuit, but he still didn't get his domain name back. It was transferred from the defendant to a different ‘Paul Wright' in September 2001."

Interesting and strange. Mr. Wright should have (could have) been on the lookout for that expiration date during the pendency of his suit.

For the law governing cybersquatting of individuals' names, see TITLE 15 > CHAPTER 22 > SUBCHAPTER III > Sec. 1129. - Cyberpiracy protections for individuals.


12:58 p.m.

Interesting and strange. Mr. Wright should have (could have) been on the lookout for that expiration date during the pendency of his suit.

Added thought: Wouldn't you think that the judge in the case could have made his decision against the defendant "and it's successors and assigns." That way, I would think, Mr. Wright could regain actual control of his domain name. I wonder why the judge didn't do that?


1:58 p.m.

Dear Rodrigo,

Please be advised that your complaints fall on deaf ears now that Hotmail is owned by Microsoft. I stopped using Hotmail ages ago. Give it up or deal with it.


From the Conversations Overheard Department. Phone rings. Pick up. Hello. No one responds. Hello? Yet again, no one responds, but I hear voices. Listening in, I hear my brother, his wife, and their daughter having a conversation. Multiple conversations, actually. This is a riot. Somebody must have pressed redial on their phone. I'm yelling their names. I can hear them, but they can't hear me. She wants to read. Their daughter wants to borrow a pen. No way she's loaning her a damn pen. Somebody just turned up the television. I hang up. Wait a few minutes. Pick up the phone. They're still there. Somebody's looking for religion. Aw hell, I'm going over there.


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