The Bunny Bacchus

I am VERY intrigued by the "elf".

She's obviously not a woodland elf judging by those tights and I'd be disinclined to want her on my side in a fight judging by her knife handling; but what really has me fascinated are those ears. My god! I know there's a tendency to exagerate the object of attention in all fetishes, but jeepers! You'd have to watch yourself if you ever went visiting Elf City if the whole place were populated with similarly endowed folk. Eye protection would be a "must".

Given the choice between "Angry caucasian orc woman who will gutpunch you" and "Ms I can't hold a knife by either end" I would definitely feel safer in her company also. Still, it is the next logical step. Hypothetical WoW nerd can play WoW when he gets home from work, can drink WoW Cola while he plays. When his internet connection dies he can play the WoW CCG. It makes sense therefore when hypothetical nerd engages in self abuse that it be to elf ladies.

See, I agree with the core of some of his points - the RIAA and MPAA are overly zealous in their pursuit of pirates and their business model is outdated and I too resent the implications of the pre movie "you're all pirates and if you try to pirate anything we'll sue you... pirates!" screen but he seems to take it to the extreme where these guys don't actually have the moral authority to protect their property. The "I don't have the right to do this so I am morally entitled to break the law" thing is inherently nonsense and nothing more than a flimsy excuse to let you kid yourself that what you are doing is ethical. Almost all his arguments fall to pieces once you apply them to the real world. In his version, not liking the terms of a contract entitles you to sign it and then not adhere to any of the elements of it. In his world I can buy a house and then turn it into a bar.

Its like the radio shack thing you mentioned, I can't help but wonder if the dude goes into McDonalds and demands that the staff replace his fries with McNuggets and then goes behind the counter and does it himself when they say it can't happen before whinging incessantly about how their outdated business model prevents him from having exactly what he wants and how his experience as a keynote speaker and blogger and whateverthehellelseitishedoesthatqualifieshimtospeakonsuchmatters gives him the moral and intellectual authority to ignore. Tantrums are thrown, toys are chucked from prams.

Maybe not cry - its more like my relationship with non venomous snakes. I'm not terrified of them but they give me the heebie jeebies. It sort of makes me wonder if the object of their obsession was a real person would they be writing their names on that person's lawn in petrol kinda thing.
Naturally, the greater the difference on the "size/hairyness/masculinity VS femininity of costume" scale the more it affects me.