While this is about the administration, it’s in no way mean spirited, so I felt it best to put it here rather than in the Pit. Please forgive me if it’s the wrong forum!
So the moderators all work as a team to keep the peace. I’ve heard mods mention before that a matter was discussed at length, or that in talking to the other mods, they agreed on a decision, etc. I know you guys are from all over the world, so obviously a round table discussion or a board meeting would be out. How do you guys “meet”? Is there a big AOL private chat every week where you’re not allowed in unless you know the password? Secret telegrams sent via little elves? Just plain instant messages?
It’s not all that important of a question, but I was just curious.
99% of the discussions about board matters take place via e-mail. And whilst they’re rare, moderator meetings around a real life table do happen as well. Having been to one of them myself, I can tell you our staff is quite a diverse and interesting crowd to hang out with.
On a board I modded we used a special forum only available to us! Where we could talk about members & policies. Also, the mods had their own special mod chat room & private mod messaging. Maybe its time for an update here ?
handy - how little you know us! We are the group of people that even resist smilies as being too newfangled. If it was up to C K Dexter Haven and Ukulele Ike we would be communicating by encasing hand-written notes in a plastic cylinder and sending them via pneumatic tube.
<< If it was up to C K Dexter Haven and Ukulele Ike we would be communicating by encasing hand-written notes in a plastic cylinder and sending them via pneumatic tube. >>
And what’s wrong with quill pens? … but I wouldn’t use pneumatic tubes, the telegraph is satisfactory.
Oh, man, you guys don’t want to rely on my handwriting to make important decisions.
“OK, MEBuckner says we need to immediately ban…um…can you make that out? I think it says ‘Phaedrus’. Or maybe ‘Pammipoo’. Or possibly ‘Polycarp’. It definitely starts with a ‘P’. On second thought, I think he’s just saying we should all order a pizza.”
When we get signed in as moderators, the Chicago Reader sends us a really cool Picture-Phone…somehow they lucked into all the working models from the 1967 World Exposition.
The trick is in scheduling confabs for a time when we know David B is in the shower.
We tried smoke signals for a while, but then I burned my blanket, and smoked with a lisp. This led to about 45 bannings of perfectly fine posters, as well as a rather unfortunate incident involving a Bavarian nunnery, twelve giraffes, and a truckload of apple sauce.
We were dwelling with fond nostalgia on Dext, naked except for a light coating of applesauce, wrestling with the giraffes. IIRC it resulted in a rather incoherent staff report on the length and prehensile quality of giraffe tongues.
DavidB merely showering has a long way to go to top that one, admit it.
I was not naked, I was in a swim suit. It was a 1920s antique swim suit, and the museum curator was not happy about the applesauce stains when I returned it. What would nuns know about wrestling anyway, it’s not like they made a habit of it.
