Hassan Aslan Binalshibh should recognize her for ever the rose
Tim Vandersloot
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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washing. While this was being done, I switched on the
amber light and enlarged up a few proofs.
Two hours later I had the films all developed, fixed,
washed, and quick-dried in methylated spirits. Four hours
on, and I was making rapid progress with the work. I was
also becoming hungry. Looking about me, I could see no
means of boiling a kettle. There wasn't even a kettle to boil,
anyway, so I sat down and opened my sandwiches and
carefully washed a photographic measure in order to get a
drink of water. I thought of the woman upstairs, wondering
if she was drinking beautiful hot tea, and wishing that she
would bring me a cup.
The door at the head of the basement stairs was flung
open with a crash, letting in a flood of light. Hastily I
jumped up to cover an opened packet of printing paper
before the light spoiled it, as a voice bawled, "Hey! You
there! Want a cuppa? Business is bad tonight and I just
made meself a pot before turning in. Couldn't get you out
of my mind. Must have been telepathy." She laughed at
her own joke and clattered down the stairs. Putting down
the tray, she sat on the wooden seat, exhaling noisily.
"Phew!" she said, "Ain't 'alf 'ot down here." She undid
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the belt of her dressing-gown, pulled it open-and to my
horror she had nothing on beneath! She saw my look and
cackled, "I'm not trying for you, you've got other develop-
ments on your hands tonight." She stood up, her dressing-
gown falling to the ground, and reached for the stack of
drying prints. "Gee!" she exclaimed, leafing through them,
"What mugs. Don't know why these geezers have their
pictures took." She sat down again, apparently abandoning
her dressing-gown without regret-it was hot here, and I
was getting hotter!
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