Kinda related old guy story time: My high school had a small room full of 286es running Novell, which was dated even for its time. I was a self-taught nerd who took intro-to-programming classes to goose my GPA easily (it didn't help, I dropped out anyway, but that's a whole other story). Anyway, I had been exposed to early IRC and BITNet Relay and decided I could clone it easily by just appending a chat log to an ever-growing file on the Novell network, and the 'clients' would just periodically check this file for growth and print the new bytes. Once one important bug was fixed (you couldn't check the file too often or you'd melt the Novell server), the chat program was permanently installed as a plague upon the high-school programming classes. Novell had its own popup messaging in text mode, but they'd already locked it down due to student shenanigans, but this was a group chat that could be made to work wherever there was a world-readable Novell share, and iirc the network wouldn't function properly without at least one (the 'mail' directories? idk it's been awhile).
Gosh I was so proud. I never directly caused any computer problems in high school, but damn if they didn't try to find a way to blame me for every foul wind that blew. They deserved my little group-chat annoyance.
To your point, I've watched with interest the redevelopment of the West Bottoms. I don't live anywhere near Kansas City anymore, but in the 1980s and 1990s, we teenagers used a large portion of the Bottoms around the 12th Street Bridge to play hide-and-seek at night, and we never encountered another soul (people were just too scared to be in the Bottoms at night, but we were young and crazy). Just a desolate area with tall neglected brick buildings from 1900, with some alleys that were still dirt. But I'm blown away now at how small businesses are taking it over block-by-block and turning it into a kinda pleasant place.
Surely this could not have been possible without some civic backing (the soil contamination in the Bottoms was simply awful and required extensive EPA cleanup and then some), but as you note, policy plus cheap prices appears to be turning it around.
The redevelopment of downtown did push out many of the artists and so they packed up & moved to West Bottoms. In general KC is such an arts town that people genuinely like to go where the artists go, it's a very cool vibe. West Bottoms is packed with record stores and underground (literally) event venues though the Halloween event people still take up most of the space that might be good for living/working.
Around that time, maybe a little bit earlier, I was a Sun nerd surrounded by other Sun nerds, but this worked for Linux too: We'd FTP into each other's machines and upload things like .au files of lonely whale cries into /dev/audio for an endless supply of WTF Moments.
I knew an ex-employee back in the day (not me I swear) who created a dialup/ISDN provisioning profile called 'Ringing' in the modem rack controller module (not the Radius server, that would be too obvious), such that a glance at the modem rack status page showed everyone who was connected, and one that was 'Ringing', just like any other incoming call that hadn't been picked up yet. It went completely undetected, yielding 128Kbit ISDN service for well over a year.
Obviously I do not advise this, especially now that the CFAA has been interpreted to include things like changing URL parameters and flicking boogers on the carpet.
You got a reference on the CFAA? On the contrary, I found that it was probably not a problem to change a URL parameter
"We also note that in order to be guilty of accessing “without authorization, or in excess of authorization” under New Jersey law, the Government needed to prove that Auernheimer or Spitler circumvented a code-or password-based barrier to access. See State v. Riley, 988 A.2d 1252, 1267 (N.J. Super. Ct.Law Div.2009). Although we need not resolve whether Auernheimer’s conduct involved such a breach, no evidence was advanced at trial that the account slurper ever breached any password gate or other code-based barrier. The account slurper simply accessed the publicly facing portion of the login screen and scraped information that AT&T unintentionally published."
Exactly correct. Nonetheless, a prosecution was indeed brought, and the opinion you're citing is an appeal. Without the EFF's financial support, weev would not be a free man.
There is a massive difference between scraping unintentionally published information on a public website and cloaking your account to subvert your employer revoking access to its systems and continuing to access them when you know you're not allowed to be.
What happens if you put on a police costume and go policing?
Intentionally deceovit about your identity, in order to obtain access to a something of value that you are forbidden to access, is a clear crime, as it should be.
Being deceptive about your identity during the commission of a crime is illegal?
If I dress up as a Best Buy employee and drag a television out of a loading dock and into the bed of a truck, that's definitely illegal, but I don't think it's any more illegal than if I did it in jeans and a T-shirt.
Impersonating a police officer is its own charge though, so while impersonating a best buy employee isn't going to get an extra charge applied, impersonating a cop, is.
Reminds me a little of sneaking into a Warcraft II LAN game of 2 of my brothers by calling myself “Computer” when they were playing a co-op game against computers.
I spent months passively waiting for a former employer to evict me from Slack. It was genuinely bizarre, almost a year later I still had full access to a ton of internal channels.
They are friends, but this was not them being friendly, it was just because slack account management integration with Google Office is a dumpster fire.
I've got one up on this. I kept my insurance from a past company for nearly 2 years after I got laid off. Would have rather they cancelled it, as it caused a massive headache around the time my son was born
I don't often use the term 'self-employed' because I don't directly receive 1099 income, and I receive a W2 paycheck and benefits, although my employer's headquarters happens to be in my office. But in practical terms, yep I'm self-employed.
We (my wife and I) do business-development for our crazy schemes, sometimes alone, sometimes with the help of up to six contract developers that we love to work with. I fund those crazy schemes by doing contract software development myself. Benefits include 100% paid health and dental insurance, as much 401(k) matching as we can possibly have, and afternoon siestas.
We have no plans to hire anyone else, simply because it would be very important to me to give them a square deal: Equal ownership in the company, equal benefits, nice equipment, and so forth. But I don't mind enlisting other contractors who are already comfortable, and if one of our schemes really takes off, we incorporate a Delaware C-corp around it and make sure everyone owns a piece. That's only happened once, but I managed to quickly step down from the C-suite and become a SW dev contractor at that company.
He hasn't said a word to me for years, from the moment I rejected his first offer when, after over 15 years together, he finally thought he'd found his Big Exit. I'm fine with how our lawyers finally worked things out, though. Is that bad? Kinda.
But also, that relationship had to go, because in that context, I was always 'less than.' I wasn't the boss, so in every situation I was just someone who 'worked for' him, and was treated accordingly, by customers and staff alike. When strategy was discussed at the big boys' table, I was quietly seated with the other children.
My new venture is mine alone, I'm not 'less than' anyone else, I've taken my place at the head of the table, and it's perfectly clear that I'd been underestimating my potential for a very long time. It's been wildly successful, doing interesting work with high-profile customers. A++ would split again.
Near-Clearwater here. There's absolutely no reason to go there at night unless you're Sea Org (easily identifiable by the vests they wear that make them look like hotel staff). There's no nightlife aside from one restaurant at the south end. If you make too much noise (ie screaming "You're in a cult! You can leave and get help!"), a white van will be dispatched and follow you for several miles. Some of the buildings are vacant, some contain Narconon-style substance counseling groups that 'help' you by introducing you to Dianetics. All in all, kind of otherworldly, but mostly boring.
Also, one hundred percent chance they're reading this.
In Nice, I learned that nobody ever calls a toilet a "WC", but rather a "toilette", and that "ne" is generally optional in "ne .. pas" negation. But rappers like Dadju taught me Congolese slang like "kitoko." It took years to transform my American high school French into something less alien to people in France. Music was a huge part of that, though.
you can say « les vécés » (or « le vatér » if you're an old Belgian man maybe), but more common are « les toilettes », « les chiottes » (vulgar but very common)
Fun little story, at Kansasfest 1992 (the Apple II conference that persists today) I was incredibly young but was roaming the dorms at night between various groups hacking on stuff and begging for underage-beers, when I heard some chatter about some people who had developed an interesting 3D game and promptly received over $800KUSD in shareware fees in just a month, enabling the purchase of fast cars. I ran into those people and saw a brief demonstration of Wolf3D on a plasma-screen laptop, it looked mighty fancy.
The next day, I saw Carmack stick his head into a computer lab where and friend and I were hacking on something, and I said "Hey John! I really liked Wraith! I just beat it!" (Wraith was an 8-bit tiled 2D adventure game that he had released). He smiled and said "Oh, I've gotten a bit better since Wraith..."
Of course by that time, he was about to release Doom. Not to belittle the ray-casting problem of determining which 2D tiles to hide and show in those adventure games, but he had indeed gotten a bit better.
Gosh I was so proud. I never directly caused any computer problems in high school, but damn if they didn't try to find a way to blame me for every foul wind that blew. They deserved my little group-chat annoyance.