There was a time when email was actually useful, when you could communicate with strangers and bridge gaps of all kinds. Now we have this.
I get a couple of hundred pieces of spam a day, almost all of which get zapped by Mail.app’s filtering. I see perhaps two per day that get through and fewer still false positives.
I liked the Internet better when it wasn’t a collection of walled gardens.
Now playing: Don’t Ask Me Questions by Graham Parker & The Rumour from the album “Passion Is No Ordinary Word—The Graham Parker Anthology (1976-1991)”