Whether some webmaster decides on disabling right-clicking in their sites is completely their prerogative, of course. But his kind of pop-up message is a little insulting:
Right-clicking isn’t only about copying website data.
If one really wants to do it, one can copy downloaded website content with little difficulty even with right-click disabled. There are several browser tools that can do that, even without right-clicking.
But you know another important action you get from right-clicking? Opening link in new tabs or windows. Nothing shady about that at all.
At least the webmaster also disabled selecting anything on the page and using keyboard shortcuts like Ctrl-C and Ctrl-A. It would be funny if they overlooked those actions.
Still, webmaster prerogative. What was insulting was the assumption that by right-clicking, I was being a nasty little data pirate out to copy some precious website data which were already downloaded by my browser anyway. And the tone of the message, like it was coming from a stern grade school teacher reprimanding a naughty pupil.
What is wrong with saying “Sorry, right-clicking is disallowed” in the pop-up text box instead? It’s polite. It acknowledges that there is some inconvenience imposed to the website visitor. And it does not immediately assume that the website visitor is out to copy copyrighted material.
After I was peeved by the pop-up text box, I was then amused by the banner ad that was served when I loaded the Pahiyas website:
Sure, I want to date hot Philippine women online. I think I’m going to click that join button now.
“Jade, are you okay?” my friend asked me while we were touring the BenCab Museum. “You’re not taking photos. Are you bored?”
I assured him I was not. And I really wasn’t.
It was the first time I traveled with these particular friends. It’s said that you learn a lot from each other by traveling together, and I think I learned more about them during the few days we stayed in Baguio. I think we’ve become better friends because of it.
But it is interesting how incessant photography has become so ingrained in our experience that not taking travel photos can be seen as an oddity, a sign of boredom.
There were several reasons why I opt not to take a lot of photos while in the museum. The first one being I’ve already been there before. I had already taken some photos from that place previously and that the first view exhibits we saw were exhibits I had seen before.
The second time seeing them gave me the opportunity to appreciate the art works without the need to immediately document them. I could stand and look at the Cordilleran statuettes, see their texture and the shadows, feel the craftsmanship in a way that I cannot experience when looking at the flat images.
And that was my second reason: In our hurry to photograph everything (or ourselves next to everything), we probably don’t take enough time to appreciate what we are looking at. It is a little ironic how we are quick to share what we see to our friends and to the world but we hardly take time to even look at these things as more than subjects of our photos.
There was a time when I, too, would quickly draw my phone to take photos whenever I go to a new place. I still do that sometimes. But then, I thought about why I travel and why I take those photos. It’s about the experience, my experience, and how I would like to share that to others. Simply pointing my camera and firing away does not allow me to experience anything and when I look back at those photos, I could not connect to them anymore.
The last reason why I wasn’t taking photos in the BenCab Museum was because I was remembering the last time I was there, and who I was with. I was withdrawn and quiet, and my friend thought I was bored. Baguio in general, and that museum in particular, holds a lot of fond memories for me. I was a little sad.
It’s the Pi Day of the Century, as well as the day after Friday the 13th. But it looked like my unlucky Friday was extended for 12 more hours until Saturday noon.
I was in Tayuman, on my way to meet a friend for lunch before I heading to Quiapo for the afternoon. My friend and I agreed to have some pasta, which we discovered we both we craving.
Before I reached the mall, I saw a Metrobank branch and decided to withdraw from the ATM. A few keypresses later, I was waiting for the machine to dispense my cash. And waited.
With a growing dread because of the odd delay in the transaction.
Finally, the ATM monitor flashed a message of regret: My card was captured. On a weekend when I only have 200 pesos left in my wallet.
I called the bank’s Support number but my fears were only confirmed when the bank representative explained that I cannot claim my card until Monday, when the bank opens again, and in that same branch where it was captured. The poor girl didn’t deserve getting the full blunt of my frustration, but she so happened to work in the detestable Metrobank.
What was supposed to be a pasta lunch date ended up an inexpensive fastfood trip, with my friend paying for my meal.
I was grateful but at the same time uncomfortable accepting the meal. It’s easier for me to accept free meals when I have money, because I can immediately return the favor: but drinks or desserts, in my turn. After all, I am working and earning for myself; I should not depend on someone else buying food for me.
It was an idiotic rationalization and I was stressing too much, thinking about it.
I was glad my friend tolerated my spewing vitriol against Metrobank every three minutes while we were eating and was not affected by my aura of bad vibes. Nobody really wants to have lunch with a walking beacon of negativity.
Most of us, at one point or another, wanted to be superheroes. Super powers, fighting villains, wearing costumes. Sure, none of us were born from another planet or are an Amazon princess or are genius martial artist billionaires in real life. Real-life villains aren’t as clear-cut as those in comics.
But maybe we can wear the costumes.
So two weekends ago, I was invited by a friend for a press launch of the World of DC All Star Fun Run. The fun run is part of the celebration of the 80th anniversary of DC Comics.
What’s cool about the fun run is how the singlets were designed after some of the most prominent members of the Justice League: Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash, and Green Lantern.
Not only are the singlets designed after these heroes, an extra accessory is also added per design. The Batman, Flash, and Green Lantern singlet includes masks of the respective characters, Wonder Woman has her golden tiara, and Superman has a small, wearable cape.
Imagine you and several comic book fan and superhero geek friends joining the fun run, wearing similar costumes. Then multiply that by at least a thousand. Say you’re a fan of Green Lantern (my favorite of the five Justice League heroes): It’ll be pretty cool running with other people who love the same character you do, AND are wearing the same green singlet. It’s not just a fun run, it’s a comic convention on running shoes.
More information about the World of DC All Star Fun Run can be read in the official World of DC Philippines website.
The World of DC All Star Fun Run will be on April 18, 2015 at the SM by the Bay, SM Mall of Asia. Registration can be done online in the World of DC website or through Chris Sports outlets in SM North EDSA, SM Mall of Asia, Festival Mall, and Glorietta 3.
This should be an interesting lecture. Too bad it coincides with my weekly Nihongo class.
Filipinas Heritage Library presents The Printed Word
Never Say “Never Judge a Book by Its Cover”
a lecture and exhibition by Dr. May Jurilla
14 March 2015 | 3:00PM | Ayala Museum 2F
On the history of the book cover, its function, its art and impact. Of special interest to publishers, graphic designers, authors, readers, and anyone who has ever cared for the look of the book.
P300 regular rate | P150 discounted (students, teachers, librarians, senior citizens, and members)
759-8288 loc 45 or 36