Aug
2014
Creative Commons
Creative Commons reminds me of when I was in high school and I got to stay at a friend’s house on the weekend whose mum was a “cool mum” and let us go to the parties my own mum banned outright (“Just let me speak to the person whose having the party’s parents and get a confirmation there will be enough parental supervision” – yeah, right.) I knew that my own mum was protecting me for a reason, just when she insisted on taking it that far it became pretty limiting and unnecessary. Having said that, a lot of the time the party wasn’t even worth the effort of convincing my mother to let me stay at said friend’s house, and I probably would have been better off home in bed watching season 1 of The OC for the millionth time.
Until this week’s readings on Creative Commons, I had no idea just how protected I actually was. I thought that whatever I posted on my (other) WordPress account was free to be stolen and/or manipulated by whoever saw fit and that there was little I could do about that. So it was kind of nice to find out that there are Internet Police protecting me from that kind of thing.
But the thing is, due to the extremely small pool of people who actually read my blog, (hi, mum), the idea that anybody out there in the Internet universe might have stumbled upon it and found anything worth reposting or referencing in even the most obscure way kind of appeals to me in a really big way. Of course, it’d be great if they did the simple thing and just asked for permission, but beggars/choosers etc.
So Creative Commons presents itself to me as a pretty efficient solution to my blogging mini-drama.
However, my next expression of apathy comes along as I question whether its really worth it acquiring a Creative Commons licence to plaster on my embarrassingly unused WordPress (when, lets face it, it’s never going to look as good as it did colour coded in texta to match the Kiwi bird it was representing). My blog stats show a solid 7 viewers over a 3 month period, so is this really something worth worrying about for me?