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August 29, 2003Score One For OccamBack in June, when I got the first of several bizarre e-mails requesting purchase information for wrist-mounted dimensional warp generators, time transducing capacitors and crystal ionizers, I assumed that I was either receiving messages from the future or had been targeted by an unusually creative mass-marketing campaign. I didn't take into account a third possibility: that the spammer responsible was merely batshit insane. Comments |