I'm on BT and I got asked. Once, just once. I said "no filter", obviously.
Thing is, how did they know it was me, and not my 12-year-old daughter?
OK, so I don't HAVE a 12-year-old daughter, but the point remains. Anybody could have been at the PC when it asked the question; there was absolutely no check whatsoever done on the identity of the person clicking. Just a simple "Yes"/"No" choice. It could have been me, could have been my (non-existent) wife, could have been any of my (non-existent) kids, could have been the next-door neighbour come to check something while their internet is down, could have been my aged Mum, could have been anybody.
I guess the ISPs really aren't interested in anything beyond enforcing the letter of the government's request.
Some people are right fully upset with their spouses' gaming hours. That goes for both genders (yes, women can be gamers too). Go figure why some people don't want to take care of the kids, house and stuff while the spouse plays 5+ hours a day 7 days a week.
Yup, I briefly dated a rather cool woman just before Easter this year... she was good fun, and we clicked quite well, but one of the reasons it didn't get past two dates was her insistence that she had to lead her World of Warcraft guild three nights a week (as well as checking in with them at sundry other times), and that, plus time for her kids, meant that I was unlikely to get much of a look in at all. If she hardly had time to chat to me when we were first going out, what would it be like after we'd settled down?!
Oh God, me too!
Just as a certain bassist called John Wardle, when slurred by an off-his-face Sid Vicious, became Jah Wobble...
Hah, I never knew that, but that's brought back a memory of disassembling "Halls of the Things" on the ZX Spectrum.
Was running through the code with my monitor/disassembler (DevPac, for those of you with long memories!) and I found the standard mapping table for the keyboard that pretty much every program had, but this time, immediately following it, was the ASCII text: "Yes cunt, a keyboard table". I nearly fell off my chair laughing... that someone had such hostility to spend the bytes at a time when memory was so seriously precious. A while later I found the main loop similarly flagged with similarly abusive comments scattered throughout it.
At the start of the code was a phone number belonging to the devs' home city. The only reason I didn't call it was that it was two years after the game had come out, and the early 80s video game bubble had well and truly burst by then. Most games I hacked (purely for fun, not profit) pretty quickly, but that was the most difficult one I'd ever come across (mainly due to a cunning custom tape loader) and I'd actually given up, back in '83 when it came out. A couple of years later, one bored weekend, I had another go at it and managed it. It was worth the wait.
Yup me too. Seriously.
Link to Original Source
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T... answers the first part of your question.
I fear there is not much chance of answering the second.
Uploading is still a fraction of what downloading is... Most home consumers, even those with IoT devices or heavy P2P users, are still net consumers of online information. (Think Netflix, Windows Updates, VPN, remote desktop, etc.) I see it as a gift I didn't care to receive but one that I wouldn't pass up. So, I have to ask, what's the point?
How else are they gonna get all the constant live-streaming from your various computer & console webcams & microphones up the pipe without you noticing?
Actually, I don't. So if we had been nabbed, it probably would have been her driving!
Some of us have girlfriends/partners/spouses, and we occasionally drive each others' vehicles for reasons of convenience, pleasure, etc.
Back in the 90s my then-g/f and I used to regularly swap cars (all above board with insurance etc.) depending on where we were going, what we were gonna be carrying, even which car had most fuel in it, etc. etc.
In fact more recently I did the same thing for about a year or so when I lived with a woman for a while who had kids - her car had child seats in it, mine didn't. Rather than keep moving the child seats, if we were moving kids about, we took her car; if we were moving loads of shopping about (and no kids), we took mine, regardless of who was actually driving.
In either case, if the law had come along weeks or months later and said "who was driving your car at 8.13pm on such and such a date", we'd have had no fecking idea.