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University Networks Block Student Project
An anonymous reader writes "A computer science student at University College London put together FitFinder as a bit of a joke — it's been described as a cross between Twitter and personal ads, and it rapidly became very popular. The university took exception to this and started by blocking the site from being accessed on campus. Not content with this, a few weeks later it fined the student £300 and had him take the site down completely. Currently, the site is still offline, although there is a petition with several thousand signatures requesting its return. In the meantime, a site called PhitFinder has appeared, claiming to have no link to the original."
suck it
I am hiding from the Police as I write this.
I am quite certain that there is an All-Points Bulletin all over the entire San Francisco Bay Area for me.
I knew the jig was up when I was damn near flattened by three hospital security guards almost three hours after I was discharged from the Psychiatric ICU in San Mateo, California. I howled with laughter because they almost trampled me to death in their rush to find me.
The wristbands used to identify hospital patients are usually white. Special Patients such as myself wear Day-Glo yellow wristbands so that it is easier to invite us back to our Special Hotel should we wander away.
The PICU only learned that I put the drop on them when I realized I would do well to ask the hospital gift shop to cut mine off with their scissors. The manager explained her great reluctance by pointing out that hospital policy forbid them from cutting off patient wrist bands. I pointed out that I had been discharged after being admitted just the night before, then went into great detail as to why I was admitted. I then cheerfully said that I would be happy to chew my wristband off with my teeth.
Get This:
I was still wearing that wristband fifteen minutes later when only my quick thinking spared my life from the Hospital's Finest's Buffalo Stampede.
I then ambled off in the general direction of El Camino Real in search of a place to lie low while I contemplated my next move. After I was well out of sight of the hospital, I chewed off my wristband then stuffed it in my wallet. If I am so lucky as to be Slashdotted, I'll present a hardcopy of this post to the hospital's legal counsel, then whip out what's left of my wristband and say:
A couple days ago I walked right out of the Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit at San Mateo Medical Center in San Mateo, California.
Psychiatric ICUs are very small, secure locked wards where each patient is constantly and carefully observed by two or more Psychiatric Nurses, who take notes about everything us wingnuts ever do. I was admitted to such an ICU back in 1985 for acute Bipolar Mania, but was diagnosed with Bipolar-Type Schizoaffective Disorder rather than just Manic Depression because the nurses spotted my constant, desperate but unsuccessful search to find the fellow ICU inpatient who was Hell-Bent on murdering me. My auditory hallucination only called my name, but I was striken with terror whenever She did, because I knew She was coming to kill me.
All I required to escape the San Mateo PICU was a friendly chat with one of the Psychiatric Nurses. I did this on purpose to teach my friends at the PICU a valuable life lesson of the sort we commonly refer to as a "character building experience".
I've been struggling for decades to penetrate the Mental Health Community's thick skull with the simple advice that I have an ability to manipulate the minds of others in ways that put Adolf Hitler, Jim Jones, Pol Pot, Marshall Applewhite and David Koresh completely to shame:
If I weren't such a nice guy, I would have almost instantaneously transformed that PICU into a Suicide Cult whose existence would not have been discovered until the shift change, when the incoming staff flipped out when they found the unit's walls and ceiling completely covered with blood. You would have required a squeegee and dustpan to scoop our remains into our coffins for proper burials.
I'm hoping to get this Slashdotted because I would feel really bad for the people of the San Francisco Bay Area that would have to suffer as a result of all the fallout that would cover the place after my lawsuit for Criminally Negligent Medical Malpractice, Attempted Suicid