Speaking of the future, last week I received one of those weird spam e-mails you sometimes get that look like they've been "written" by some sort of evolving computer program designed to penetrate spam filters; the ones that spend so much time trying to avoid spam conventions and keywords that they end up as a completely unintelligible mess. The body of the e-mail read in full:
than I ever had for anyone. And that's when I decided. I didn't exactly
the thirtieth anniversary of the Visitation. Dr Pilman, would you care to
"The same, I answered, feeling a nervous laugh welling up. I couldn't
they couldn't understand, but then he had some good ones that they could.
(Weird spacing faithfully reproduced.) It wasn't until I got more e-mail and noticed that this one was still at the top of my Inbox that I realized it is dated two weeks into the future.
I mean, that's just fucking bizarre.