POLL: Would you participate in a rec.aviation.piloting.moderated newsgroup?

On Sep 21, 11:14*pm, Bill Penrose wrote:
On Sep 21, 1:59*pm, Mark wrote:

Oh, now you tell me, *after* I checked into a room at the MW
motel! *I'm still afraid to take a shower.

Look around you. It's bedbugs.

DB

But, but, this is usenet...and bedbugs are tiny, little
lecherous, bloodsucking parasites.

thinking

Ooooh.

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Mark

Mark writes:

Well I certainly have. How do I know this? Because I've
been in groups and the key members said, "Hey folks,
we're all going to face book. Then they did."

I haven't seen that in any of the groups I frequent.

I'd think the five hundred million people membership alone
would squelch any pan flashes.

The number of subscribers does not limit the speed with which they can all
move to something else.

On Sep 22, 3:03*pm, Mxsmanic wrote:
Mark writes:
Well I certainly have. How do I know this? *Because I've
been in groups and the key members said, "Hey folks,
we're all going to face book. Then they did."

I haven't seen that in any of the groups I frequent.

In most categories of interest, my understanding of
Facebook is that you will find these same categories
there, but with a larger number of participants.

I'd think the five hundred million people membership alone
would squelch any pan flashes.

The number of subscribers does not limit the speed with which they can all
move to something else.

Actually it does.

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Mark

Mark writes:

Actually it does.

Everyone on Facebook could cancel his account tomorrow with no problem at all.
Do not underestimate the speed with which things can change in cyberspace.

On Sep 22, 7:23*pm, Mxsmanic wrote:
Mark writes:
Actually it does.

Everyone on Facebook could cancel his account tomorrow with no problem at all.

Well...

One billion, seventy three million,
seven hundred fourty one thousand, eight hundred
twenty four bytes of information, multiplied
by four...transfer capacity... 4gig.

Electricity:

Electron transfer, 190 milli seconds.
(One milli second-1/1000th second)

Other:

There very likely would be a network crash
at Facebook. And, that many people wouldn't
decide to do that in a panflash. I don't keep
up with Facebook, but I think they're near
600,000,000 people.

People are creatures of habit.

Similar Example:

Facebook reports that although they opened
the new layout months ago, 80% of their
members have yet to change over. There have
been mutterings of dissatisfaction over the
new layout. (even resulting in a "cyber riot"
to make Facebook modify unpleasantries)
Ultimately they just want to stay where they
are and get what they want.

Facebook will give it to them. They will stay.

But again, 80% of the crowd is just entrentched
in habit. Isn't that why data-mining works?
In months only 20% migrated, now they report
satisfaction.

Lastly, half of them are women. They can't
get ready and move anywhere in a "panflash". g

Do not underestimate the speed with which things can change in cyberspace..

I don't think I am since we're talking about
Facebook, a stand-alone pheneomenon.

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Mark

Because a large number of former r.a.p users had migrated to POA
(http://www.pilotsofamerica.com) I also posted the poll there too.

By my count, there were 11 people (including myself) who explicitly stated
here, on POA, or via private e-mail that they would be willing to give such
a group a try. Posters that weren't explicit or clear in their intent, or
merely provided commentary, weren't counted.

The count is under my own set goal of 12. And I would have preferred more
than 20.

So I will not be initiating any efforts to create a r.a.p.m. If anyone else
wishes to try, I would be willing to provide support but I will not lead
such an effort.

Thanks to everyone who supported the idea.

On Mon, 27 Sep 2010 22:35:30 -0500, Jim Logajan wrote:

Because a large number of former r.a.p users had migrated to POA
(http://www.pilotsofamerica.com) I also posted the poll there too.

By my count, there were 11 people (including myself) who explicitly stated
here, on POA, or via private e-mail that they would be willing to give such
a group a try. Posters that weren't explicit or clear in their intent, or
merely provided commentary, weren't counted.

The count is under my own set goal of 12. And I would have preferred more
than 20.

So I will not be initiating any efforts to create a r.a.p.m. If anyone else
wishes to try, I would be willing to provide support but I will not lead
such an effort.

Thanks to everyone who supported the idea.

Yeah, what a memory. There we were, shoulder to shoulder my hands in
my pants, on the football field, even though it was before a baseball
game, packed in like sardines. Me, my teddy bear and soon-to-be-dead
Tiger Boy, my pussycat.

The smell of cannabis filled the air. I don't smoke, it draws out my
manic depression.

This special night was different from the Grand Funk Railroad or the
Three Dog Night or Liberace concerts I never attended there. In my
mind, I was. On the football field, where they were awaiting to play
a Braves game. In May when NFL football didn't play.

1973 National Football League season
Regular season
Duration *September 16, 1973 - December 16, 1973*

https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikiped...973_NFL_season

At one point the lights went total black-out, then suddenly the entire
room and immediate area (closet) were drenched in blue light. I began
to sing "My Room" by the Beach Boys because I sure as **** wasn't at
Fulton County Stadium on May 4th, 1973.

Nothing but blue. Next came the "smoke" of dry ice. It was like London
fog in blue. I guess, never been out of South Carolina, The
Mississippi of the East.

Yes it was "Stairway to Heaven" time. Boy was I suprised
at what came next. Tiger Boy jumped on my Philco and killed the
turntable. this was the day I decided to kill him.

Suddenly I released hundreds and hundreds of white fleas! It didn't
quite work out as planned. Except for the few that momentarilly
circled, they basically just flew away. **** me again.

But there was no disappointment. Those first few notes of
"Stairway" took us where I needed to be. Up the stairs to the cool
breasts of my Mommy.

There, in the moment listening to the most famous song in the world. I
turned and looked at my Mommy, Judy ( "Judy blue eyes"), and she
said...

"Mark, get your goddamned hands off my tits and go to sleep. You have
school in the morning".

my son is a freak

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Mark