[[!meta title="Some people just don't know when to act."]]
[[!meta author="Daniel Silverstone"]]
[[!meta date="2007-04-16 11:14:00 +0100"]]
You know who you are, oh yes. Perhaps you’ve forgotten to email. Perhaps
you posted something instead of emailing, perhaps you’ve lost the info
sheet (you idiot) and haven’t quite gotten around to getting the common
sense together to email me about it. Whatever the issue is, I need to
I spent a lovely weekend with my family, unfortunately I was informed
that the party’s rsvp address was not being flooded with responses.
Indeed we did some maths and worked out (excluding family since that is
kinda being handled out-of-band) that of 32 invites sent out covering 47
invitees, we have received only 14 yes I’m coming messages covering 18
(including a *1 we hadn’t expected, and lacking two*1s we had been
expecting) people. We have received four ‘no’ responses covering 7
people (fortunately we’ve managed to have a mini party for five of those
up here in Manchester) so that’s a mere 18 replies to 32 invites.
This isn’t just poor-showing, it’s causing problems. I can’t invite more
people who perhaps weren’t on the first list because of space, without
knowing whether or not people are planning on turning up. My parents (to
whom the reply address goes) can’t book catering, plan for the bar, etc,
without knowing who **is** coming.
I know some of you just don’t know yet, but a mail saying “I want to
come, I’ll be doing ‘foo’ and will be able to tell you for sure by ‘bar
date’” helps a hell of a lot.
If you’ve lost the inlay sheet, either email me and I’ll send you a PDF,
or else find me on IRC.
At this rate, there won’t be much of a party :-(
As a reference, people who still haven’t replied include: a couple who
used to (and presumably still do) own a cute orange snake which loves
belt loops and pockets. An angry young man who lives near a Zebra. A
chemist/astronomer’s namesake. Someone who owned a launchpad long before
Mark did. An Audiophile. A brit in america with an american who is a
brit at heart. Someone who simply doesn’t know. The suckee. A frenchman
in spain. A Cambridge educated walker in London. La Femme, et sa Femme.
Leif’s parents. An ex-uni friend of mine who works for the dark side. A
release manager and his wife.
If you recognise yourself in that list, please email in your reply