Too Many Emails. 01/02/26

Another blog another…year?? Sure, we have a lot to be thankful for. And a lot for which we are less than thankful. Like emails. John and I were talking about the preponderance of them we get each day. I like to get them down to zero each night. John, not so much. He had thousands upon thousands of them. And a woman I know (whose name I will not reveal in order to protect the guilty) has an inbox of over 320,000 emails. This particular person who shall go nameless does not feel comfortable deleting because, “Who knows, I might need them someday.” And she might. Who knows. Now my response to unread emails is slightly different. I describe it as a three-step process, 1: Select all, 2: Trash all, 3: Delete all. And boom, you’re done. I must admit I sometimes deleted things I need, leading me to utter phrases like, “The theater tickets were right here.” Or you can substitute movie tickets, or football tickets or an email saying the name and address of the party we’re driving to, etc. We need it? I don’t got it. That’s my mantra. Last week I was sitting on the couch, half-watching Slow Horses with my wife, when I burst out laughing. There was an email or text I was deleting when I came about a particularly salacious email from some bot. It came with a phone number and said how she was just waiting for a hunk like me. I burst out laughing which prompted my wife to say, “What’s so funny?” I showed her my phone and she said, “How did you get this??” You can’t win, but at least it led us to the end frame of this comic.

Emails are bad enough, but political emails? The worst. “Are you still a Democrat?” Are you still a Republican?” Why haven’t you given? Do you believe in democracy…?” Yes, emails are the worst during election years. And they used to come every four years. But now, everyday, over and over. Again. It’s enough to make me want to move to Canada, but they won’t take anybody unless they’ve got a job from a Canadian company (or at least that’s what Chat GPT says.) So ixnay on Canada. Plus it’s cold there anyway.

That’s it for this week. We’ll see you next week with…excuse me, I just got a text…

Happy New Year,

Andy and John