When I first began blogging, I was told by some of my friends that, as in every pursuit, there would be good days and bad days—mostly because there are good people and bad people.
I remember thinking, “How can I have bad days? I’m doing three things I love: writing, gardening, and photography.”
Well, Tuesday was a bad day. I was splogged.
What is that you ask?
It’s when someone steals your original stories and photos and puts them on their own site, so that Google will pay them for visitors who see Google’s ads while perusing your content.
So if Google pays the thief for visitors to your work, it’s stealing from you.
When I found this out, I was incredulous. Someone had the audacity to just steal my blog. That’s right, it wasn’t just one. It was at least eight of my most recent posts along with my photos. Who would do that?
I went to the offending site and just sat there dazed as I looked at page after page of my writing and photos being used on some one else’s site. My stomach was in knots. There were even pictures of me and my kids. What kind of slime ball would do this?
I did the first thing anyone would, I called my husband and said, “Someone’s stolen my whole website whaaaaa!” My husband has been working 12-hour days lately, which means I have been working 14-hour days because we have two kids. So my husband came up from his office and we both sat on our bed. First we sent a message to TypePad, then to my friend Elise from Simply Recipes who, like I said before, is my mentor and who knows more about blogging than anyone I know.
My husband took my laptop from me and started to type fast and furiously. He then got on Google’s website and then back on the thief’s website and back and forth for about an hour. Elise and my husband left nasty comments on Mr. Creepo’s site. We also discovered more stolen material from three other websites. We contacted the owners of those websites and they left comments for Mr. Creepo, telling him to take their copyrighted material off his website.
Somehow, while my husband was on my computer, I had managed to find this thief and come face to face with him. I was so mad at him that I slugged him right the in the ol’ kisser. And all of a sudden I heard this noise. It was like a lawn mower or a dull chain saw sawing through wet newspaper and I opened my eyes.
There, face down in front of me was my husband. His hands were still poised on the laptop’s keyboard, his head resting between them on my comforter, his nose sort of bent to the left and the most amazing noise was coming out of it.
I nudged him, he woke just enough to close the computer and roll over.
When my husband and I woke up in the morning the nightmare was over. Mr. Creepo had taken all my stolen posts and photo’s off his website. He had also taken the other stolen garden blog material off.
I was happy that it was over but I was a little disappointed that I hadn’t actually punched the thief in the face.
More about what to do when you get splogged in up coming posts.