Friday, March 28, 2008

The Deviant List

I don't like to discuss either politics or religion. They tend to blinker people's views on others for no good reason. People cease being "Jill", they become "Jill, the treehugger". Like someone's views on a topic becomes their identity.

The government of Australia is planning an internet filter that they hope will protect the children of Australia from the apparent evils of the internet.

These sort of arguments pop up around the world now and then and I like to follow them when I can. I understand the implications from both a technical and control aspect. One is failure and one is a bad road.

Politicians generally do not understand the technical limitations and focus on the vote-buying ability of their shitty legislation. Let me give some problems about filtering on a large scale:

  • It is unbelievably slow
  • It creates a point of failure
  • Legitimate sites will be blocked
  • Illegitimate sites will be let through
  • It will cost the Earth
Not a particularly good picture. Look at the abject failure of China's firewall to see just how ineffective it can be. Something that is both expensive, slow and ineffective is not a way forward.

Here is where the plan takes an awkward transmogrification over a few months.

Firstly a client side filter was developed by a government department. Where they found out that when combining knowledgeable teenagers with too much time on their hands: your best efforts fail. Even after that, the thing was a failure. Australians want to see cocks and pussies!

The new plan was proposed as a filter for illegal porn. Some degree of filtering for this is already in place. However, it then changed to blocking things deemed unsuitable for children. Porn, yes. Gambling, probably. Anarchist's Cookbook, likely. All three are legal to use/do/read in Australia, but deemed inappropriate for kids. And apparently, adults too. Some cite the so called harmful effects of porn, but actual research is inconclusive as to its effect. I would argue it has no significant effect either way.

Now, the plan in Australia is opt-out. This does not reduce the cost for the person and will still slow things down. It also has the potential to create a list of people who want to look at breasts. In itself, this is useless. However, those people could be seen in an entirely different light as data mining can never provide a picture of someone's intentions.

Which gets to the title of this post. Is this whole scheme an effective way of gathering a list of deviants? Since these people obviously don't care about children, who knows what else they don't care about? Will those who refuse to tow the line be considered a security threat over time? If they don't want to have their internet connection filtered, what else don't they want known?

It's a simple thing to argue out of, but when "if you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear" is sprouted like some sort of argument ender it's impossible to convince people otherwise. The federal minister for communications has already laid the seeds with his false dichotomy:

"If people equate freedom of speech with watching child pornography, then the Rudd-Labor Government is going to disagree."
Which as I've shown is only part of the proposed plan, a part that already exists in Australia and one which no person can opt-out of.

Ultimately, the issue is politics. One where every person, business and organisation in Australia will suffer. Since the change of government last year, the new government needs the support of the Australian version of the religious right (Family First Party) to get enough votes in the Senate. Australia has a long history with censorship. For a country that paints itself as easy going and laidback, this is rather surprising.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Monica Bellucci

I don't know much about Monica. If I've seen her in something I certainly don't remember it. Someone at the CelebJO forums had a request that had gone unfulfilled.

Sugasm #123

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Monday, March 10, 2008

The Hospital

Being stuck in hospital is not a lot of fun. I've never really blanked out before, but last week I did just that. I can remember chatting on the phone and then waking up in a hospital. Apparently in between those two things I lost my balance and fell, banging my head against something, knocking me out cold.

This was mid-morning and I came around by about noon. I was subsequently poked, prodded, inspected, analyzed and told that I would need to stay the night for observation. I guess they wanted to see if I would give them something to poke, prod, inspect and analyze tomorrow. My worried parent paid a visit and dropped off some clothes. How about something to fucking read?!

In the mean time I had to occupy myself. I've only ever been in hospital for specific things. So I am turfed out when I'm done. It never occurred to me, just how fucking boring hospitals really are. If I was allowed to go for a wander around the place that would have been better but the senior nurse put an end to that great idea. Could I go to the exercise room at least? Nope, not a chance. The idea of travelling that whole level in the elevator had the senior nurse close to hysterics.

My insurance only covers a shared room, which you'd think would give you someone to talk to. My room mate a) wasn't there much, b) was mostly deaf and c) I can't sign.

So I just sat there. Bored, and horny. The shared room had the divider curtain. Essentially, I was ready. But the nurses would pop in every so often to look at the gizmo hooked up to me that beeped every now and then. Now porn would have me believe that the floor's worth of nurses was just gagging to help me out. But porn is deceptive that way.

I'd never jerked off in a hospital before and all things considered I'd like to have very few opportunities to do so. I knew the frequency of nurse visits slows a bit during the evening, and the shift change is around dinner time.

I guess if I banged my head harder I'd get a sponge bath, but no. I got to shower myself. I got my food, I ate my food and sat there. I was planning this wank tonight with meticulous detail. I'd wait until rounds, sometime after that the lights would be changed to the much calmer night lighting as the hospital settled down for an evening of beeping and sleeping. After that, I'd give it 15-30 minutes and do my worst.

The thought of it all made me quite excited and I tucked my erection into the right leg of my boxer shorts. Under the blankets I ran my hand along the length of my cock through the material of my boxers.

At about 7pm the night nurse assigned to me showed up for rounds. She made the required notes and took my temperature. She was most pleased with my recovery and it was basically guaranteed I'd be on my way in the morning. Then she wanted to dress the cut I had got on my head. I sat up in bed to make it easier but she pulled the covers back and said it would be easier if I were in the chair.


So far I had managed to hide my full erection, but moving is the killer. If I stand up and it remains lodged in the right leg of my shorts, it looks retarded (and draws attention). If I stand up and it breaks free, it just draws attention. Either way attention will be drawn.

I gingerly got out of bed and move to the chair. The inevitable happened and my cock slipped out of the right leg and shot straight out from me. But the nurse is still fussing with the bandages and stuff, so I might be able to get myself seated and hide the evidence, but no. The nurse turns around and just says "oh".

She walks over with all the bits needed to dress a head wound and moves the swivel table around. Both giving her a place to put bandages and for me to try and hide. It is just not going to happen though. She is very attractive, brown hair cut to shoulder length, nice smile, breasts (no idea how to describe other than not huge and not tiny). She smells nice and is the first person I've had a conversation with for most of the day.

I can feel the pre-cum eeking along and dribbling out, I'm just hoping that it is being caught by something that isn't the front of my boxer shorts.

My wound is dressed and it's time I hopped back into bed. Owing to the location of the bump on my head I am looking down the whole time. She swings the swivel table back and I see a nice wet, embarrassing spot on the front of my shorts. The nurse sees it too.

Nurse: "Why don't you get back into bed"
Me: "Yeah"
Nurse: "Everything OK? Pain? Hungry? Thirsty?"
Me: "Everything is fine"
Nurse: "Sleep well. I'll check on you around 2am...I'll leave you two alone"

Yeah, thanks for reminding me. But on the other hand, she has given me a rather specific time in which I will be walked in on. The other nurses in the day just said "later".

Thankfully the hospital gives everyone a box of tissues within grabbing range, so the cleanup would be a cinch. I waited 15 minutes and whipped my boxer shorts off. I pushed the covers down a ways for access and so I didn't get too hot there. Stroking away I fantasized mainly about the nurse, but I didn't need much, I had been feeling antsy for a big slice of the day so I was pumping cum over my chest in only a few minutes.

I'd be interested in hearing from anyone who is a nurse or works in a hospital and can tell me just what the procedure is with an "excited" patient. I figure it would be to ignore, but curiosity has got the better of me.