Wednesday, February 11, 2004


My pal, Sam, has saved every single e-mail since 1913. Before he started using back-up tapes he'd print out the e-mails and store them in boxes. Thousands of back-breaking boxes scattered amongst African relics infested with critters. Never again will I open a Ritz cracker tin. I no longer offer my services to help him move. You're on your own, bub!

For the past 100 months he's held an e-mail contest. In honor of this anniversary, he's put together a lovely retrospective. Notice how he capitalized "Poetry" -- good boy.


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