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Colleges Work To Block Net in Class
SkewlD00d writes: "The story is that colleges spent a load of money wiring schools, now they want more money to censor them in class. I bet I can get around any of this, all I need is a proxy server running on campus on port 80. LOL! But breaking it would probably violate the DMCA. Oh no, proxy servers are now all illegal!" From the article: "some classrooms at Bentley have technology that allows teachers to capture a student's e-mails or instant messages and display them on a large screen for the whole class to see." Of course, a lot of classes do (and will) require Internet access -- the article is more about steps taken to control exactly when and to what degree students can reach it. Update: 09/26 13:32 GMT by T : If the AP server-choosing link doesn't work well for you, el_nino-2000 suggests this Yahoo! link to the same text.
Here is the above posters life story:
Frank Grimes, a correspondence school graduate with a degree in nuclear physics, is a pathetic loner recently hired at the Springfield power plant. His no-nonsense attitude brutally conflicts with Homer's extraordinarily lazy style, and he instantly deems them "enemies."
Homer, in an attempt to win over the seething and friendless "enemy," gives him the pet name "Grimey" and invites him over for dinner. Upon seeing Homer's wife, children, house and car, Grimey declares his extreme jealously for Homer, a man who has everything, including a 10-year-old son who (in a left-field sub story line) has his own factory.
But the next day when Grimey attempts to humiliate Homer in front of his co-workers, and Homer is instead revered, Grimey accidentally kills himself while acting out in a bitter rage.
At Grimey's funeral, Homer once again steals the show when, as Grimey's casket is being lowered into the ground, Homer is fast asleep and snoring loudly. The entire funeral turns and laughs at Homer during Grimey's last (and first) moments of public recognition. The credits appear and viewers are left stunned at the sheer darkness of the laughter at the poor guy's funeral.