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Brian Brine
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?
xxxxxxxx end of survey xxxxxxxx
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a racing paper and started to read. I made
my disillusioned way out, past the painted woman who
greeted my departure with a haughty stare and a sniff, down
the creaking stairs and into the dismal street.
Not far away there was another agency, and to it I made
my way. My heart sank at the sight of the entrance. A side
door, bare wooden stairs, and dirty walls with the paint
peeling off Upstairs, on the second floor, I opened a door
marked 'enter'. Inside was one large room, extending the
width of the building. Rickety tables stood about and at
each one sat a man or a woman with a pile of index cards
in front.
"Yes? What can I do for you?" asked a voice at my side.
Turning I saw a woman who might have been seventy,
although she looked older. Without waiting for me to say
anything, she handed me a questionnaire with the request
that I complete it and hand it to the girl at the desk. I soon
filled in all the numerous and very personal details and then
took it to the girl as directed. Without a glance at it she said,
"You may pay me your registration fee now." I did so
thinking that they had an easy way of making money. She
counted the money carefully, passed it th