Before seeing The Glass Blowers last night, I met Lise, Moshe, and Andrew Porter for dinner. In between various other stuff, Andrew asks me what happened to the rassef meetings. Nothing happened to them. He wanted to know why he isn't getting email anymore, and I explained that nobody is, and that they're announced on the newsgroup. So far, so good (or would be if I didn't find him irritating for hard-to-identify reasons). But then he tried to give me his email address so he could get reminders.
I explained, less patiently this time, that I'm not sending reminders by email. To anyone. That I'm doing the work, and it's enough work already, and if he's interested he can find the reminders on any of three different newsgroups. He claimed to be a fakefan in this regard; that's his privilege, but not wanting to read the newsgroup, or even skim it for subject lines or for threads started by me, doesn't entitle him to more of my time and energy.
It doesn't help that what he would generally do, when he showed up, is spend his time trying to convince other people to take home old fanzines that he didn't want anymore. If I were in a mood to make exceptions, I'd be making them for people who contributed to the conversation.
It also doesn't help that, in the same conversation in which he wanted me to do extra work because of software he won't use, he explained that he couldn't ask Harry Warner to write even a paragraph for two on a tight deadline, because Harry uses a typewriter, not email. Everyone, apparently, should use all but only the technology he finds convenient.
I explained, less patiently this time, that I'm not sending reminders by email. To anyone. That I'm doing the work, and it's enough work already, and if he's interested he can find the reminders on any of three different newsgroups. He claimed to be a fakefan in this regard; that's his privilege, but not wanting to read the newsgroup, or even skim it for subject lines or for threads started by me, doesn't entitle him to more of my time and energy.
It doesn't help that what he would generally do, when he showed up, is spend his time trying to convince other people to take home old fanzines that he didn't want anymore. If I were in a mood to make exceptions, I'd be making them for people who contributed to the conversation.
It also doesn't help that, in the same conversation in which he wanted me to do extra work because of software he won't use, he explained that he couldn't ask Harry Warner to write even a paragraph for two on a tight deadline, because Harry uses a typewriter, not email. Everyone, apparently, should use all but only the technology he finds convenient.