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?

 xxxxxxxx  end of survey  xxxxxxxx 


--
long I lay
a crumpled inert mass beneath the branches of the old fir
tree, but quite suddenly I became aware that I was dis-
engaging myself from the physical body, I was seeing things
with a greater perception than ever before.  Colors were
new and startlingly vivid.
    "Gingerly I got to my feet, and looked about me.  To my
horrified amazement I found that my body was lying prone
upon the ground.  There was no blood to be seen, but
certainly there was evidence of a nasty bump just over the
right temple.  I was more than a little disconcerted, because
the body was breathing stertorously and showing signs of
considerable distress.  'Death,' I thought, 'I have died; now
I shall never get back.'  I saw a thin smoky cord ascending
from the body, from the head of the body to me.  There was

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no movement in the cord, no pulsation, and I felt sickening  
panic.  I wondered what I should do.  I seemed to be rooted   
to the spot in fear, or perhaps for some other reason.  Then  
a sudden movement, the only movement in this strange        
world of mine, attracted my eye, and I nearly screamed, or     
should have screamed if I had had a voice.  Approaching me     
across the grass was the figure of a Tibetan lama dressed in  
the saffron robe of the High Order.  His feet were several      
inches from the ground, and ye