A conversation overheard in my inbox as Thuunderbird chomped through the latest flux of meaningful email:
Filters: “Smell that?… Do you smell that?”
Filters: “Spam, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that… I love the smell of spam in the morning… Ya know, that gasoline smell… It smells like… victory.”
Just what positive overall cosmic good is coming from this?
I’m not smelling victory.