Atlantic Inkjet/Re-Inks

[Ian]

speaking of which - it's funny, whenever i think of going for generic or
original, i think of measekite. i buy original (for this one printer at
least)
zakezuke wrote:

According to Canon, generic black ink is the same as thier OEM. So as
far as text black printing you can't go wrong with name brand
aftermarket ink because it's better than generic and better than Canon
OEM. That's according to Canon.

 

[Gary Tait]

oem ink is under patent. even if you knew (which I doubt) where the
packaging plant is for oem ink they will not sell you the same formulae
and risk loosing a multi-million dollar contract.

That is beside the point.

so in essence you are
a relabeler and you are posting under the name treavor and giving advice
in this ng without disclosing you are in the ink business.

So what if the ink he purchases from a 3rd party mass manufacturer has been
made with his labe, it still doesn't mean it is bad ink.

 

[measekite]

@newssvr13.news.prodigy.com:




That is beside the point.

that is the point that logic dictates

 

[zakezuke]

that is the point that logic dictates

One can make a fine pigmented ink from the soot of tong tree oil burnt
in lamps, and the glue from young deer horns. There is no patent on
it, and it's not a trade secret. Such ink lasts an absolute age.

 

[Richard Steinfeld]

@newssvr13.news.prodigy.com:




That is beside the point.




So what if the ink he purchases from a 3rd party mass manufacturer has been
made with his labe, it still doesn't mean it is bad ink.

As I've implied earlier, I will not dialogue with Measekite, but will
comment only on his behavior, which is that of a troll. Trolls intend to
provoke, and prey upon the unsuspecting. Frankly, I don't understand why
these people get off on their game, but they usually manage to entrap a
newcomer into the forum now and then, which perpetuates the "sport."

I haven't been following this because I've had him killfiled for a
while. I suggest that the rest of us do likewise.

Measkite is wrong in his accusation (as he often is): Trevor did indeed
disclose, emphatically, the ink company that he works for in his first
post here, not even two weeks ago. A link was provided in his post. Take
a look if you wish; there's a photo of a deceptively-constructed HP ink
cartridge, among other things.

Richard

 

[TJ]

As I've implied earlier, I will not dialogue with Measekite, but will
comment only on his behavior, which is that of a troll. Trolls intend to
provoke, and prey upon the unsuspecting. Frankly, I don't understand why
these people get off on their game, but they usually manage to entrap a
newcomer into the forum now and then, which perpetuates the "sport."

I haven't been following this because I've had him killfiled for a
while. I suggest that the rest of us do likewise.

Measkite is wrong in his accusation (as he often is): Trevor did indeed
disclose, emphatically, the ink company that he works for in his first
post here, not even two weeks ago. A link was provided in his post. Take
a look if you wish; there's a photo of a deceptively-constructed HP ink
cartridge, among other things.

Richard

Measekite just loves to make accusations. He accused me of being in the
ink business soon after I confronted him for the first time. That's
laughable. I'm a self-employed farmer, have been since the age of 12. If
I worked for an ink company, I'd have enough money to afford OEM ink -
not that I'd use it. I'm also trained as an electrical engineer, smart
enough to disbelieve OEM claims that aftermarket parts will always
destroy equipment. I don't use Gillette blades in my razor, either.

TJ

 

[Richard Steinfeld]

TJ wrote:

Measekite just loves to make accusations. He accused me of being in the
ink business soon after I confronted him for the first time. That's
laughable. I'm a self-employed farmer, have been since the age of 12. If
I worked for an ink company, I'd have enough money to afford OEM ink -
not that I'd use it. I'm also trained as an electrical engineer, smart
enough to disbelieve OEM claims that aftermarket parts will always
destroy equipment. I don't use Gillette blades in my razor, either.

TJ

Aha! Just as I thought.
You're growing ink plants. Don't deny it: you're an Ink Farmer.

When it's harvest time, the women come over from the neighbors' farms
and they stomp the plants to extract the ink while everyone links arms
and sings songs from the Old Country about great ink harvests of past
vintages.

"Yo, Veggh kya bengkya,
"Ya, geggh kya vengichniaya yovo,
"Dzeyotch, mya Stalniski, inkovich nyet dyeovetchkaya ya pigmantiskiya
"Ach, ptoot! Choik ptoot (spitting sound)Measkite (ptoot), yach plinky ink."

"In the olden days, we gathered after working in the fields
"We stomped our ink plants without vengence
"That was before Stalin; we had no dyes,
"but produced only the finest pigmented inks,
"before even Measkite the brutal totalitarian traitor terrorized the
populace."

Then you relabel your cartridges and won't tell us your source. Just as
I imagined.

Richard (the arbitor)

 

[Tony]

TJ wrote:



Aha! Just as I thought.
You're growing ink plants. Don't deny it: you're an Ink Farmer.

When it's harvest time, the women come over from the neighbors' farms
and they stomp the plants to extract the ink while everyone links arms
and sings songs from the Old Country about great ink harvests of past
vintages.

"Yo, Veggh kya bengkya,
"Ya, geggh kya vengichniaya yovo,
"Dzeyotch, mya Stalniski, inkovich nyet dyeovetchkaya ya pigmantiskiya
"Ach, ptoot! Choik ptoot (spitting sound)Measkite (ptoot), yach plinky ink."

"In the olden days, we gathered after working in the fields
"We stomped our ink plants without vengence
"That was before Stalin; we had no dyes,
"but produced only the finest pigmented inks,
"before even Measkite the brutal totalitarian traitor terrorized the
populace."

Then you relabel your cartridges and won't tell us your source. Just as
I imagined.

Richard (the arbitor)

Richard I am ashamed of you, you have let the cat out of the bag. Now our
resident, only half way to being a wit, will go scouring the countryside
looking for these ink farms. You and I both know they exist of course because
we are involved in the conspiracy but I thought you had signed the NDA at the
last convention of the Federation of Ink Operators (FINKO's).
Tony

 

[trevor]

oem ink is under patent.

careful now....

even if you knew (which I doubt) where the
packaging plant is for oem ink they will not sell you the same formulae
and risk loosing a multi-million dollar contract.

Now you are just making things up. We know where most of the stuff in our
industry comes from and goes to.

so in essence you are
a relabeler and you are posting under the name treavor and giving advice
in this ng without disclosing you are in the ink business.

I'm the very same trevor that posts elsewhere with links to our site. Our
site features email addresses, a physical address and even an 800 number.
Call up and prank our customer service some time.

now there are many relabelers pushing advice favoring generic ink and
refilling and when i confront them their posts become virulent with all
sorts of garbage. they do not want the truth to be found out and they
hide and do not disclose who they are just like they do not properly
disclose what they are selling.

That may be, but it's not us.

Regards,

Trevor

 

[trevor]

Measekite just loves to make accusations. He accused me of being in the

ink business soon after I confronted him for the first time. That's
laughable. I'm a self-employed farmer,
have been since the age of 12.

That made me laugh.

If
I worked for an ink company, I'd have enough money to afford OEM ink -

That made me laugh harder.

not that I'd use it. I'm also trained as an electrical engineer, smart
enough to disbelieve OEM claims that aftermarket parts will always
destroy equipment. I don't use Gillette blades in my razor, either.

Yup, still laughing. You should consider stand-up.

But seriously, there you go. I think lots of us, especially engineers,
understand that lots of "aftermarket" stuff can be superior to OEM. It
doesn't mean it is, it means it can be.

TJ

Well TJ, no matter what happens to you in this world, at least you will know
Measekite will always be there, believing your are a millionaire mogul ink
seller. You may never taste or even like Beluga caviar, but in the mind of
Measekite, you slop it to the hogs and you shower in Perrier. For a world
with no reassurances, I'd say that puts you ahead of the game <g>.

 

[trevor]

One can make a fine pigmented ink from the soot of tong tree oil burnt

in lamps, and the glue from young deer horns. There is no patent on
it, and it's not a trade secret. Such ink lasts an absolute age.

Lampblack. You forgot lampblack. And onion skin. And beets, don't forget
beets. And the river where the blue rocks are from which we make the paint
which we use to make ourselves invisible.

 

[measekite]

faird frum dreard

As I've implied earlier, I will not dialogue with Measekite, but will
comment only on his behavior, which is that of a troll. Trolls intend
to provoke, and prey upon the unsuspecting. Frankly, I don't
understand why these people get off on their game, but they usually
manage to entrap a newcomer into the forum now and then, which
perpetuates the "sport."

I haven't been following this because I've had him killfiled for a
while. I suggest that the rest of us do likewise.

Measkite is wrong in his accusation (as he often is): Trevor did
indeed disclose, emphatically, the ink company that he works for in
his first post here, not even two weeks ago. A link was provided in
his post. Take a look if you wish; there's a photo of a
deceptively-constructed HP ink cartridge, among other things.

Richard

 

[trevor]

Measekite, you sly fox, I just realized what you did.

You pulled the old switcheroo on me. You successfully diverted attention
from my "Measekite Challenge" by focussing on a term that had resonance
with the voter: "relabeler".

Understand what I'm offering here. By proposing the Measekite Challenge, I
am recognizing your authoritative status. I'm also basically laying free
ink at your feet. Everybody will look forward to seeing if you tear our ink
and anyone else that dares take the challenge to bits. Who knows, maybe
you'll get a job in investigative journalism out of it. All I'm asking is
that you imagine the possibilities.

-trevor
Currently posting on behalf of thINK4inc.com and for general amusement
purposes.

 

[measekite]

That made me laugh.

:-D


That made me laugh harder.

:-D :-D

Yup, still laughing. You should consider stand-up.

I think so too

 

[measekite]

It is quite obvious you are a sly hound. Fox and Hounds Huh. Just
trying to get another venue for your printhead clogging generic ink. OK
answer this.

Who is the mfg/formulator of the ink you relabel and sell? And who else
sells the same relabeled ink? And will you disclose this on your label,
your packaging and on your website?

Gaw Head Make my printerhead.

 

[milou]

Mease

<snip>

No troll baiting, please.

 

[TJ]

TJ wrote:



Aha! Just as I thought.
You're growing ink plants. Don't deny it: you're an Ink Farmer.

When it's harvest time, the women come over from the neighbors' farms
and they stomp the plants to extract the ink while everyone links arms
and sings songs from the Old Country about great ink harvests of past
vintages.

"Yo, Veggh kya bengkya,
"Ya, geggh kya vengichniaya yovo,
"Dzeyotch, mya Stalniski, inkovich nyet dyeovetchkaya ya pigmantiskiya
"Ach, ptoot! Choik ptoot (spitting sound)Measkite (ptoot), yach plinky
ink."

"In the olden days, we gathered after working in the fields
"We stomped our ink plants without vengence
"That was before Stalin; we had no dyes,
"but produced only the finest pigmented inks,
"before even Measkite the brutal totalitarian traitor terrorized the
populace."

Then you relabel your cartridges and won't tell us your source. Just as
I imagined.

Richard (the arbitor)

If you've ever picked your own strawberries, raspberries, blackberries,
blueberries, etc. you *know* where our ink comes from...

TJ

 

[trevor]

If you've ever picked your own strawberries, raspberries, blackberries,

blueberries, etc. you *know* where our ink comes from...

TJ

I know where YOU come from, I bet. Northeast.

Have I ever picked my own strawberries? Sure. Wild ones were tiny, the best
came from Mrs. Tripp's garden which we would raid at night.

Have I ever picked my own raspberries? And blackberries? I got a hand full
of holes to prove it. And a red-stained grin.

Have I ever picked my own blueberries? Why sir, I know the best blueberry
patches in the whole North East Kingdom and I will never tell where, even
under pain of death and torture. We used to raise children on blueberries.
If you are what you eat, you are looking at Violet. "Violet, you are
turning violet, Violet!"

Of course, you could be from Washington State where these things are
cultivated and simply do not spring from the land in a great chorus of "I
love you".

For nothing from Washington State tastes as good as what the land provides
as a volunteer. Get fish from Seattle. Get berries and real maple syrup
from the Northeast. And wives. Good wives that can chop wood and carry
water. And fair upon the eyes.

But now I've got us off on discussing agriculture and gender-specifics. OK,
just forget I ever posted this.

But that whole thing about Measekite imagining you to be an ink mogul, that
was pretty funny. Something about that ticked my funny bone at least.

God, I miss the Northeast. Pet a Jersey cow for me or tap a maple in fall.
Drink some vinny. Man, do I miss my forests. And the trees. Maple, Ash,
Birch, Oak, Elm, White Pine and Hemlock. Especially Hemlock with all the
chippers and the nut-freaks bounding around and MAN do I miss our
song-birds. If I could just hear a Chikodee-dee-dee-dee when I wake up.
It'd about make me just cry.

I miss the Marten and the Fisher and the Bobs. I miss the White-tail and the
Moose and the Beavers. I miss the squirrels, brown and grey and red and
black. I miss the Coons and the Black Bear. I miss my canoe and the way the
woods are quiet in the ealy morning. I miss swimming. I am lost in the
Southwest desert, and I do not know any of these people. I miss my mountain
people. None of the trees here have names and the wind doesn't know me.
Never in my life have I been so alone. I don't know if you get where I'm
coming from on that one, but have you ever experienced a day away from THE
LAND? Your land? It left me naked in a way I never thought I could be.

And as far as range management, these people don't know squat. It takes
UPWARDS OF 10 ACRES FOR A SINGLE COW HERE. Want to talk population density?
Anything more than a single cow on 10 acres and you are beating the land to
death. What the H-E-double-hockey-sticks is with that? Beating the land to
death? Who would do such a thing?

I'll tell you what: the Northeasterner owns his land. The Southwest rancher
leases it for a song. Sure, they care about range management, but when you
look out on 40 acres as an Easterner and you know that's all you are ever
going to have, you treat it a bit different than you would as a renter of a
patch the size of Texas.

But that's what's killing ranching in the Southwest. They run 10 head to an
acre in Florida, and they are already fenced. Cost of labor is nill by
comparison. Ranching is dead. End of cowboy story.

If we could just get more of you Easterners to grass-finish instead of
packing them into the pen, corn-feeding and medicating the living hell out
of them, we'd be getting ahead.

Because my poop smells like antibiotic when I eat store-bought beef. I can't
make it any clearer than that. That just ain't right. Think of what it must
be like for our animals. I myself wouldn't raise no cow or no chicken not
to have a decent life as a cow or a chicken before I put them on the block.

Them "Amn Danimals" are a part of my whole "fam damily" if you know what I
mean. I wouldn't suffer my people so. And they taste better. The animals
that is.

Well, that was completely off-topic, but thanks for listening. I think I
just needed to say that. To a farmer.

Teach you to engage me in conversation. Sure's you can get that skiff "oat
of the mash". Which remids me, "found a brdy in the mash, twasit yaws?" (a
Maine joke. Blue coat? Yes. Blue goves? Yes. Well, teren't mine. My coat is
yella and my gloves is too.)...

Hold onto your land, farmer. And if you get a letter from Monsanto telling
you your crops, as they stand, belong to them, you tell me and my brethren
about it and we will come with a quickness.

For we do not hold to the courts on this one. We do not hold onto this law
on our land. Nope. Not by a long-shot. We think it's just plain wrong and
we're not going with it. Period.

Far's we're concerned, Monsanto's seed infiltrated OUR fields and we will
not suffer the seed-stock to be owned by these people. They ain't fermers,
they ain't yarbers and they sure's hell ain't from here. If you know what I
mean.

Which is nothing less and nothing more than the business end of my Remington
Wingmaster with the modified choke. We'll come with a quickness. Maybe I'll
bring along the Savage and the .06 and the Smith/Wessons and the old
Mausers. We'll need some .22s for the kids to practice on.

I can clip a city lawyer at 50. How you folks doing?

-Trevor

 

[TJ]

I know where YOU come from, I bet. Northeast.

You got it. 195 acres in Central New York that my grandfather bought
with cash in 1948, passed down to my parents and from them to me and my
brother. If all goes as it should it will go from us to our nephew, as
neither of us has children.

As for the blackberries around here, consider this: Last August I went
out to the edge of our woods and picked a pint of wild blackberries,
which I entered in competition at the New York State Fair. They won
first prize. (and not in the ink division)

I will admit that those berries were provided by the berry OEM, and the
cultivated, fertilized, fussed-over aftermarket berries didn't stand a
chance.

TJ

 

[measekite]

You got it. 195 acres in Central New York that my grandfather bought
with cash in 1948, passed down to my parents and from them to me and
my brother. If all goes as it should it will go from us to our nephew,
as neither of us has children.

As for the blackberries around here, consider this: Last August I went
out to the edge of our woods and picked a pint of wild blackberries,
which I entered in competition at the New York State Fair.

My God living at or near Syracuse causes you to use generic ink