In my case, I'm about to celebrate my one year anniversary with these trolls. After telling Getty, "No proof, no money," Getty "escalated" to copyright troll Timothy B. McCormack.
After telling McCormack and his copyright troll paralegal Ashanti A. Taylor, "No proof, no money," Ashanti wrote back that they would recommend litigation to Getty Images.
At this point, I'm once again in limbo, waiting for the next round of bullshit.
It doesn't go on forever, but Oscar says he's seen from half a dozen to a dozen letters from Getty and its assorted compadres before the end is reached.
The statute of limitations runs out after three years, so be prepared for periodic threats and warnings from these clowns for that length of time.
At this point, I will repeat my "No proof, no money" mantra to any new Getty collection types who contact me by postal mail. I do not do email or phone calls with these folks.
The stress with all this wears off pretty quickly once you realize it's nothing but a manipulative game these people are playing to extract exorbitant payments from honest and easily intimidated people.
Whereas I used to shit my pants when the first few letters arrived, I don't even hiccup when a new letter comes in -- sweetly timed, it seems, to arrive just when I'm starting to think, "Ah, the bastards have given up."
After telling McCormack and his copyright troll paralegal Ashanti A. Taylor, "No proof, no money," Ashanti wrote back that they would recommend litigation to Getty Images.
At this point, I'm once again in limbo, waiting for the next round of bullshit.
It doesn't go on forever, but Oscar says he's seen from half a dozen to a dozen letters from Getty and its assorted compadres before the end is reached.
The statute of limitations runs out after three years, so be prepared for periodic threats and warnings from these clowns for that length of time.
At this point, I will repeat my "No proof, no money" mantra to any new Getty collection types who contact me by postal mail. I do not do email or phone calls with these folks.
The stress with all this wears off pretty quickly once you realize it's nothing but a manipulative game these people are playing to extract exorbitant payments from honest and easily intimidated people.
Whereas I used to shit my pants when the first few letters arrived, I don't even hiccup when a new letter comes in -- sweetly timed, it seems, to arrive just when I'm starting to think, "Ah, the bastards have given up."