Hamid Murad al-Hazwani should vary her within the individual
albertv.lena
Trimming off the rest of this post is unnecessary.
I will guarantee anonymity except in cases of blatant abuse.
I will achieve anonymity by tallying the results in
uncorrelated tabulations and then deleting the emails.
(I know this loses interesting correlation data, but if
resondents want anonymity it's hard to avoid.)
I know that this anonymity promise depends on trust and that
you have no particular reason to trust me. Someday, I hope.
I will post results Saturday.
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yes( ) ( )no Should RoadRunner be subjected to some kind of UDP?
yes( ) ( )no ... active UDP (cancels) ?
yes( ) ( )no ... passive UDP (drop messages) ?
yes( ) ( )no ... all-groups UDP? (as opposed to specific groups)
yes( ) ( )no Are you a Usenet sysadmin? How big:_ How long:_
yes( ) ( )no Should another server be subjected to UDP? Who:_
yes( ) ( )no Should UDPs be used more often?
yes( ) ( )no Should UDPs be used less often?
yes( ) ( )no Would you have answered this survey without anonymity?
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of Japan in a leaky ship and we were very badly treated
indeed. I was badly tortured by them, and their continual
torture gave me pneumonia. They did not want me to die
and so in their way they looked after me, and gave me
treatment. When I was recovering-I did not let the
Japanese know how well I was recovering-the earth shook;
I thought it was an earthquake, and then I looked out of
the window and found that the Japanese were running in
terror, and all the sky turned red, it looked as if the sun
was obscured. Although I did not know it, this was the
atom bombing of Hiroshima, the day of the first bomb on
October 6th, 1945.
The Japanese had no time for me, they needed all their
time to look after themselves, I thought, and so I managed
to pick up a uniform, a cap, and a pair of heavy sandals.
Then I tottered out into the open air through the narrow
unguarded doorway, and managed to make my way down
to the shore where I found a fishing boat. Apparently the
owner had fled in terror as the bomb dropped, for he was
nowhere in sight. The boat idly rocked at its moorings. In
the bottom there were a few pieces of stale fish already
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starting to give off the odor of decay. There was a dis-
carded can nearby which had stale water in it, drinkable,
but only just. I managed to hack away the flimsy rope
holding the boat to the shore, and cast off. The wind filled
out the ragged sail when I managed to