Silly Rants

Pseudo-philosophical Email Anthropomorphization

I was thinking about e-mail, and how we give birth to it, nurture it, raise it, see it through its growing pains until we think it's mature enough, and then send it out into the ether to fend for itself.

Out there among the bits, the data packets, it often doesn't do well. Vicious routers tear at it, evil DNS servers misdirect it, cheap old coax cables mar its shiny youthful skin, and finally ruthless spam filters kidnap it and hold it for untold amounts of time.

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