Just got one more of those completely brainless fwd-fwd-fwd >>>>> messages that demands I send it on to another twenty thousand people … or else.  

Or else what? Or else a bazillion years of bad-luck, it seems. But if you do obey the diktat, why, you will be the recipient of more good fortune than you ever dreamed possible.

The genie in the mailserver, no less. Wow.

As I said to the guy who sent it to me, obviously he was playing safe. And was his wish granted? No, I thought not.

How can destiny possibly be tied up to email? I mean, imagine if it were: your fate would be broken up into little digital packets, then sent zipping around the globe via undersea cable and satellite uplink, pass through various ISPs (including some real creeps), be reassembled in some other corner and then served up on your computer.

Think of the havoc you could wreak if you could only Balkanize fate thus. The mind boggles. The soul rebels. The intellect cringes. Meanwhile, the moronic conduct continues.