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?
xxxxxxxx end of survey xxxxxxxx
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House I hastily settled my bill,
picked up my cases, and hired a cab to the ship's side. She
was a battered old thing, rust streaked, sadly in need of a
coat of paint, and woefully small for Atlantic crossings.
"Aye," said a man on the dockside, "she's past her prime
ye ken, and in a following sea she wallows fit t' twist yer
guts out!"
I hurried up the gangplank, left my cases by the galley,
and clattered down the iron ladder to the engine room
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where Chief Mac was waiting. He discussed the engines
with me and was satisfied with my answers. "Okay, Laddie,"
he said at last, "we'll go an' sign the Articles. The Steward
will show you to your cabin." We hastened back to the
Shipping Office, "signed Articles", and then returned to
the ship. "Ye're on straight away, Laddie," said Mac. So,
probably for the first time in history, a Tibetan Lama,
posing as an American, took his place aboard ship as a
watch-keeping engineer. The eight hours I first served, with
the ship moored, was a blessing to me. My