Lethargy on the wax

Jimmy Weasel - Thursday, 14 November 2002 - 16:50:12 - print it raw

After a brief lapse in concentration, movement and hygeine, I've once again skimmed the news of the world, looking for the underlying messages and crazy puns. Having found neither, I went straight to the New Scientist site for the skinny on everything, and found this nugget of hope.

It seems there are plans by some of the larger entertainment companies in the US to poison and destroy my file-trading brothers. Yet once again the children of the p2p have found a way to thwart these evil men. It goes like this:

Evil men, once they are given the power to attack the computers of suspected copyright infringers, can easily log on to a network and flood said user until their computer "canna take it anymore, captain". This can be avoided by not processing subsequent requests from that same node until every other request from other nodes has been processed first. Ingenious.

Also, in less happier news "The P2P Piracy Prevention Act, proposed by Senator Howard Berman, is currently being redrafted following severe criticism and is not likely to be introduced in any form until January 2003 at the earliest. "

damn.

 

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