PixelSurgeon: final chapter?

by Administrator

So here’s the recap. My name and a website I helped pull together (by subbing it out to another friend) get acusssed as being a rip of PixelSurgeon. I get hundreds of flame mails (because they posted this claim to a bunch of forums before contacting me about it.) My company site gets targeted. So do the sites of companies where I am on the advisory board. I get mad. Some folks agree with me. Web terrorism is never justified. I push back. So ultimately I get this email from PixelSurgeon this morning. It is intact except for a part about his family getting email threats. I left that out because a) I don’t support it and b) I don’t think I know anyone personally who would say such things.

The apology is nice and I appreciate it.

Next time someone has an issue with me, I’d also really appreciate it if you’d take it up with me directly. Trying to use the web against me makes me really, really, really angry.

Peace out.

—–Original Message—–
From: Jason Arber {Pixelsurgeon} [mailto:jason@pixelsurgeon.com]
Sent: Friday, March 24, 2006 8:27 AM
To: Kelly E. Smith
Subject: Re: 2nd Avenue Partners and Pixelsurgeon

Well, this whole situation has brought out the best in people. I find
myself on the receiving end of a long line of a string of hate
emails. It appears we both have a classy set of friends.

I regret my actions, which were done rashly, and apologise for the
pain in the ass caused. I’m not normally a vindictive person, but
another example of a site ripping off my design was the straw the
broke the camel’s back. However, this situation has turned extremely
ugly and have left an extremely unpleasant taste in my mouth. But as
I can’t turn back time, I thought the least I could do was offer my
apologies. Whether or not you accept, or even care one way or the
other is down to you.

And in response to your blog, Pixelsurgeon recently celebrated its
5th birthday (you can examine news posts, reviews and interviews
going back that far) and predates the 2nd Avenue site by three years.