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"Dark Alleys" on the Internet
nokilli writes "Sounding the alarmist tone many of us became used to in the early days of the web, The New York Times has a story that talks about "national security" concerns over the myriad ways in which two people (i.e., terrorists) can communicate using the Internet today [NYT=Kneel before Zod]. They're talking about monitoring chat rooms, email servers, etc. I'd like to see how they plan on monitoring my mage as it talks to your cleric in some obscure, nearly impossible to reach (unless you're level 50) corner of our favorite MUD."
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No, Vern. They just let him in.
first pork?
If I had any mod points - I would mod this up.
Lodragan Draoidh
The more you explain it, the more I don't understand it. - Mark Twain
You retarded?
Argh! Enough, you retards! After chuckling at length at the original comment about the level 50 corner of the MUD it was completely ruined by the dozen postings by you literalist, humorless, socially retarded jerks and the 'by a sniffer' comments. Get over yourselves and your technical prowess!
In Korea, only old people use Starcraft for covert communications! (The rest use it for zergling rushes.)
One line blog. I hear that they're called Twitters now.
I feel the breath of big brother breathing down my neck every day.
I think its because I shared a dorm area at my college (cal state long beac) with a suspect character. The school chooses where your dorm room is to be located, its a radom process. After a while i got to know the guy and found out he was a palastine refuge, whom was also studying comparitve religion. He was touchy about me picking up his Koran, but he was also a real character. We often had arguments about clashing belief systems. I am christian. This was all pre 9/11. I am from alaska, and had never met a middle eastern person, nor did i know anything about there culture. I just thought he was wierd. I was walking back to the dorms from class when 9/11 incident occured, the day was very surreal. It felt like I was living in a story book world. After a few days had passed and much discussion had occured, it was known that my friend, his name is Iyad by the way, was sympithetic to the terrorists cause. I really didnt think much of his oppinions, although I did tell my cousins, and a few other people about his views. Along time has passed since then, and now Im as paranoid as ever with just reason. Things are not the same anymore. My cousins, at the time told me to turn him in, are very distant in love from me now. My world has been turned up side down. I wish I could explain how my daily interaction with the new people around me effect me. I am part of a special program at my college were only about 20 people are accepted a year. The major is called industial design. The environment is very closed. I feel like im the victum on micro trauma, a technique used to induce Disassociative Idenity Disorder. I find my car door unlocked and left slightly open some times, when i know for a fact I locked it. Its a buch of small things that add up to psychologial stress. I know the more I talk about it the more I look like i need to be put on meds. How do i get out of this mess. I know for sure im being fucked with. What do I do? O ya, the National Security Agency decided to run a couple undercover classes in our department as well. My classmates have encouraged me to sign up numerous times. Im fucked.