Reply by email, filling out this form and emailing it to me. 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. xxxxxxxx beginning of survey xxxxxxxx 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 -- that in some parts of it one is unpopular unless one can speak French. My own knowledge of the language was just sufficient to get me through! I frequented the waterfront, and by managing to obtain a Seaman's Union Card, I joined a ship as deck hand. Not a highly paid job, but one which enabled me to work my way across the Atlantic once more. The ship was a dirty old tramp. The Captain and the Mates had long ago lost any enthusiasm for the sea and their ship. Little cleaning work was done. I was un- popular because I did not gamble or talk of affairs with women. I was feared because the attempts of the ship's bully to assert his superiority over me resulted in him screaming for mercy. Two of his gang fared even worse, and I was hauled before the Captain and reprimanded for disabling members of the crew. There was no thought that I was merely defending myself! Apart from those very minor incidents, the journey was uneventful, and soon the ship was making her slow way up the English Channel. I was off duty and on deck as we passed The Needles and entered the Solent, that strip of water bounded by the Isle of Wight and the mainland. Slowly we