This is why I never invited my Buffista-esque co-worker to the board... this is my safe haven to vent about work.
We're still working on a plan, but so far it involves being sent to prison and becoming somebody's bitch.
Fred ,'Just Rewards (2)'
Bureaucracy 3: Oh, so now you want to be part of the SOLUTION?
A thread to discuss naming threads, board policy, new thread suggestions, and anything else that has to do with board administration and maintenance. Guaranteed to include lively debate and polls. Natter discouraged, but not deleted.
Current Stompy Feet: ita, Jon B, DXMachina, P.M. Marcontell, Liese S., amych
Matt the Bruins fan - Aug 27, 2004 11:04:50 am PDT #1981 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
§ ita § - Aug 27, 2004 5:19:49 pm PDT #1982 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I know Trudy was concerned about the state of things in NYC, but I think we have to be careful about how we're using Beep Me. I didn't think it was the place for insents (unless urgent, which I was assuming hers was, so no problem there), or for non-urgent questions.
Am I wrong?
Jesse - Aug 27, 2004 6:01:43 pm PDT #1983 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I don't think you're wrong.
Kat - Aug 28, 2004 7:05:29 am PDT #1984 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
I'm agreeing, ita. I thought I was reading in natter and that the thread was supposed to be a natter free zone.
Remote Controlled Zombie Robots - Aug 29, 2004 3:53:35 pm PDT #1985 of 10001
Braaaaiiiins...
We're all in favor of sock puppets!
Brains.
Megan E. - Aug 30, 2004 2:10:46 am PDT #1986 of 10001
I know Trudy was concerned about the state of things in NYC, but I think we have to be careful about how we're using Beep Me. I didn't think it was the place for insents (unless urgent, which I was assuming hers was, so no problem there), or for non-urgent questions.
I'm also not sure it's a place to offer gmail invites. But maybe I'm wrong.
DXMachina - Aug 30, 2004 2:53:58 am PDT #1987 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Here are the blurbs.
If the Apocalypse Comes, Beep Me
Birth, death, illness, new job, vacation...if it's happening to you and you want us to know about it, post it here. These threads are intended for announcements only. Want to offer sympathy or congratulations, or talk about anything? Take it to Natter. Any natter here will be deleted.
Sunnydale Press
Having a party? Organizing a local F2F? Know something that we all really need to know? Announce it! Want to discuss anything posted here? Take it to Natter. Any natter here will be deleted.
I agree that things like Gmail invites should probably be posted in Press, but it's not one of my bigger concerns.
Cashmere - Aug 30, 2004 3:33:24 am PDT #1988 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
I agree that things like Gmail invites should probably be posted in Press, but it's not one of my bigger concerns.
I was wondering about that when I posted it. I thought it felt more personal than press-worthy. But since I only usually frequent Bitches, I wanted to offer the invites to a wider group of buffistas.
Maria - Aug 30, 2004 5:35:07 am PDT #1989 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Cashmere and I are sharing a brain. Press has always felt more "official," with a sense of gravitas that doesn't seem to jibe with Gmail invites.
No offense meant, nor were rules or blurbs willfully ignored.
DXMachina - Aug 30, 2004 5:43:26 am PDT #1990 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
See, I've always thought of Press as the equivalent to the bulletin board at the local laundromat, while Beep Me is the serious thread about the stuff in a poster's personal life.