Quoth Tomas Fasth on Wed, Oct 06, 1999:
> I hate that proprietary binary crap as much as you seem to do.
> But. When you rule out HTML in email you rather sound like my grandpa
> complaining about my little brother who dyed his hair pink. There's a
> lot of new kids on the block these days. They think it's plain silly
> to not use available techniques to emphasize your communication.
But _I_ *do* emphasize my communication, now /don't/ I?
> I
> don't now if you're 15 or 75 in age, but you sure have a _very_
> conservative attitude.
Conservative, yes, some of us have. But...
> You seem to be against progress because you're stuck with ancient
> tools. It pisses you off when other netizens start using more
> sofisticated tools than you have yourself. Instead of embracing
> change, you fight it. You behave like a dinosaur (kind of).
Now, if we already started throwing insults around...
You behave like a rich boy who hates those poor losers who can't
buy the latest Porche and a Pentium III laptop. Most of us have
modern computers, but sometimes some of us telnet from some far
corner of the world (like London) to read their e-mail, some of
us sometimes (or all the time) work on VT240, some of us read
mail via dialup and don't want to wait for the logo of your
company to appear over a slowww X connection, and some of us
sometimes work on somebody other's Windows machine to read their
UNIX-based e-mail and just can't run X-based applications there.
And some broken terminal emulators can't even display bold,
italic, or underlined font. When I need to communicate, I try to
do it in the most accessible way. This is one of the reasons
that I hate those "Best Viewed With Miscoroft Internet Explorer
7.8 / Netscape 4.7 or Later" web pages.
And UNIX mailers are not ancient tools. They are built to do two
jobs -- read mail and send mail. They can understand and create
MIME attachments. What else do you need? If I want my computer
to make coffee, I get a SCSI coffee maker and coffee-making
software. I don't need my mailer to make coffee.
Vadik.
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