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Australia finally is catching up to the modern day with copyright laws.

http://australianit.news.com.au/articles/0,7204,20880773%5e16123%5e%5enbv%5e,00.html

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paradigmshifty
Dec. 7th, 2006 01:49 am (UTC)
You, of all people, have to read this

Poker Night at Minas Morgul
halloranelder
Dec. 7th, 2006 02:05 am (UTC)
*giggle*

Sounds about right to me. :)
paradigmshifty
Dec. 7th, 2006 02:10 am (UTC)
Thank you Six
lokicarbis
Dec. 7th, 2006 01:50 am (UTC)
Typical of Ruddock to take credit for something he didn't do - it's been legal to record on video recorders for nearly 20 years now...
halloranelder
Dec. 7th, 2006 01:59 am (UTC)
No it hasn't actually.

It's been legal to timeshift (ie record) a live program (eg sports match or concert) to be watched once after the event (because the broadcast is not subject to copyright, and with it being live there is very little subject that is subject to copyright), but it has never been legal in Australia to record something that wasn't actually live.

I did some checking of this a few years ago.

Look at http://www.copyright.org.au/information/specialinterest/film.htm for more information.
lokicarbis
Dec. 7th, 2006 03:06 am (UTC)
Wow. All these years I didn't realise I was breaking the law...

I'm more chagrined by my ignorance than my criminality, mind...
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