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Good, excellent, supa. Perfect. I was still worrying about the update because about 300 people signed up but about 700 didn’t. Google changed my ‘add’ to ‘invite’ (I suppose because it’s a big list, and they don’t know me, so for anything they knew it was all a scheme to enlarge the genitalia of everyone in the whole world, which would be irksome) and I worried that the email they sent looked like spam, so a lot of them could have been filtered and a lot more deleted unread. Plus there was a thing in the email about having to set up a Google account in order to view the group website, and I figured a lot of people would have thought they had to do that to subscribe and not wanted to. In other words [draws a deep breath] I thought those 700 people probably still wanted to get the update but didn’t really know about it. So I danced a stately minuet with the people at – with the Google Team, as they always signed themselves, for a few days, and finally we got everything lined up nicely and pressed the right buttons and hooray hooray, the 700 have been added. So B&W has its mailing list back (yaboosucks hacker) and it is a healthy thousand-plus strong and most important (this was really bugging me) almost no one has been accidentally left out. (There were five left out for cryptic reasons; I could always try to email them; don’t worry about it.) So that’s that.
(I’m really pleased. It has been bothering me [well you know how I get]. It’s nice to solve something that’s been bothering you. Champagne all around! On the house [not my house, but someone’s, I’m sure].)
“On the house [not my house, but someone’s, I’m sure].”
Is that like on the roof. I’ve always envied that about America, from the TV I get the impression everyone can just sit on the roof and have a beer, seems fun. I’d roll off.
Consider that some of us did not “reup” because we now read your offerings daily, rather than await a weekly update.
Jim
TV gives the impression that we all sit on the roof drinking beer? Really! How fascinating – this is a party I have been wholly unaware of. I must be watching the wrong tv.
Sure, Jim, I did consider that, also that many people might figure RSS did the job, also that many aren’t interested any more or are indifferent. But since they (you) all were on the list I figured it wouldn’t be too rude to put them (you) back on it and let you unsubscribe, rather than risk leaving out a lot of people. And given the tiny number that has unsubscribed so far, that seems to have been right.
You’re not my Congressional Rep, right? If you are, we’ve chatted, but also if you are, you don’t have time to read B&W every day.
It’s addictive, you know. Partying on roofs I mean. We started with garage roofs. But our tolerance escalated; soon, only house roofs would do. Most good parties end up in the kitchen. Ours didn’t get properly warmed up until someone fetched the stepladder from the basement, and set it up on the balcony. Then we would scramble up onto the roof, doing substantial damage to the eavestrough in the process. From there to the peak of the roof, sitting clustered about the TV antenna. Do you remember TV antennas? No, madame, I’m not referring to the satellite dish. Once there, we would irk the neighbours with snide commentary on what we could see of their daughters. Indeed, we would irk the entire neighbourhood with mindless repetition of “breck-kek-kek-kex, co-ax, co-ax.” Did you know that the chorus from The Frogs makes a fine round? Not that we ever attempted to set it to music, you understand.
I’m pretty sure that these expliots were fuelled by something stronger than beer, though.