The joy of being me
So, we're having a fun thread on the HTML WG. I'm explaining what Microsoft must do, given the half-billion or so users that rely on us to not break their web experience. A certain contingent disagrees with me (okay) and seems to want to beat it out of me (not okay).
I'm reading through email. My wife leans over my shoulder at a random one - sent privately to me, even, and honestly, it didn't even wiggle my annoyance meter. (We have a new out-of-office system on the server, I'd accidentally mis-configured it and it was sending external messages. This person was letting me know, in a moderately polite way.)
My wife says, "wow, people are really rude. You don't need that. Why are you still doing this?"
Hmm.