On Sat, Feb 5, 2011 at 7:05 AM, Alex Stanley <[email protected]>wrote:
> My inner Alex definitely agrees with you, but in my capacity as moderator, > my inner Rick is supposed to call the shots, and he's thinking that outer > Rick would let him stay. Personally, I despise poetry, so as soon as I saw > him post, I set a filter in Thunderbird to filter him out of my Inbox. This > is again one of those situations where it's best to actively filter your > reality instead of hoping that someone external will change it for you. > > Filtering is nice if you're using IMAP or POP. I use the Gmail web interface to my email. My email address is real, not one of these [email protected] addresses. Gmail has this wondrous "conversation" feature which aggregates posts which have the same subject (e.g. Watch Egypt Live, Rory, not Rory promotes himself one again) into the same conversation. Kind of the way Usenet readers do it. A problem with Gmail is that if you create a filter for, say, Barry, you'll wind up having two pieces of the thread, one in your inbox, one to, say, trash. It gets confusing at the very least, since people usually do a very poor job of snipping and posts will include, say, 10 of the previous replies. So just because you thought you filtered Barry's "contributions" <gafaw> <gafaw> doesn't mean you won't see Barry's begging for attention and managing to post what will become the topics conversation for the next couple of weeks over and over again. It's because of this "conversation" feature of Gmail I am making jabs at Rory, one of the many thread hijackers. I have a keen personal interest in what's going on in Egypt, so when I see something in one of the "conversations" with Egypt in the subject. I eagerly go to the thread and what do I read? Rory being, IMO, a YAA FFL asshat attention addict. I have no problem with Rory and others posting whatever they want, provided they'd change the subject so I wouldn't hone in on their continuing hijacks. I find Champs a minor irritation. But I am very interested in his name. The only other Champs I've ever met was a Bangaldeshi engineer I once worked with, incidentally, Egypt. I find Champs posting here no more irritating than our resident "primitive" meditator. In fact, I'd rather read Champs' poetry rather than the bizarreness of our primitive. Thank you for allowing me to say my piece.
