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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.

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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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esting as the Akashic Record.                           
    We watched the man get out of the train and walk along     
the darkened streets until he reached a large block of      
flats.  We watched him enter, but did not enter with him;     
instead we looked at the busy scene outside.  Houses were     
wrecked by bombs, and men were still digging in order       
to recover the living and the dead.  The wail of the sirens  
interrupted rescue operations.  Far up, like moths flutter-  
ing in the lamplight, enemy bombers were caught in a       
criss-cross of searchlight beams.  Glinting light from one of   
the bombers attracted our curious gaze, and then we saw      
that the "lights" were the bombs on their way down.  One     
dropped with a "crump" into the side of the big block of     
flats.  There was a vivid flash and a shower of shattered     
masonry.  People came pouring out of the building, came      
out into the doubtful safety of the streets.               
    "You have had worse than this, my Brother, in Shang-       
hai?" asked the old lama.
    "Much worse," I replied.  "We had no defenses and
scant facilities.  As you know, I was buried for a time in