| hit the mattresses. |
[Feb. 6th, 2003|10:56 am] |
My rampant and flagrant abuse of the University's bandwidth policy has led the shithead in charge of network security to suddenly and without warning shut down the internet connection in my room.
A warning would have been nice.
Entries are being written, and will be published post-dated once I get this sorted out. The guy's threatening disciplinary action, the Dean of Students, that sort of thing. I'll have to talk with Kevin, think of what to respond.
This has, for the moment, made all of my jobs (TAing, schoolwork, the photon mapping project) much, much more difficult. And I still don't know if my phone is being tapped. Can't be, right? Old building, shitty PBX. |
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| in which i lose several popularity contests. |
[Feb. 6th, 2003|03:52 pm] |
I am, indeed, back online. I kissed the ass of Phil the Security Analyst, and he rewarded me with the following:
We will issue you bandwidth warnings for the IPs you exceeded the limit on. I think it was 2 or 3. I will turn your room back on. Please use DHCP to get the IP address we have assigned to you. Do not steal IPs. If you go over the bandwidth limit again ResLife may choose to limit you for the rest of the semester - that is up to them.
If your computer ever appears on my "radar" again I will be forced to disconnect you and leave it that way, and turn this over to the disciplinary committee for action. It's a good thing he was there to catch me using about three times my allotted bandwidth---it's not like there are people packetstorming networks, launching DDoS attacks or just running unpatched MS SQL servers out there. Good thing he has time to come after bad, bad men like me.
He won't really stop my bandwidth use; I'll just have to think of alternate methods. Tricks and traps. Outside the box. A lot of FTP proxying will be involved, I suppose. (I don't even really think Phil believed be when I pled ignorance.) The important thing is that I can now actually do my jobs. Whoops, there goes all the free reading time I'd had...
I talked to Kevin about this; the incident at the end of last summer, where he got a nasty note from the very same Phil, had the same ring to it. Phil would make a decent BOFH if he were actually a corporate network administrator, not the security analyst for a public network. Kevin is working to separate the two jobs (somehow he's on a planning committee), but any changes will be made long after I leave here.
Kevin talked to the math department head about getting me paid for the odd jobs I'd been doing... and was told, flat out: "I don't like him. I don't want him working for you." I can't imagine what I've done to incur the wrath of the department head like that. On the one hand, I want to go talk to him and find out what the hell I've done to piss him off, but on the other, I just want to forget about it and ignore him. Though, if I'm going to be working with Kevin, I should go talk to him. Ugh.
Tomorrow, Waggy gets new struts. Man, that'll be good stuff.
Oh, and there's a backdated entry from last night. Rejoice. |
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