Excerpt from the next Batman movie:

Batman, Master of Timing

Sorry.

We apologize.

Or, as we say in our house, "Oopsie Poopsie".

No biggy, right? Until it's you they're bundling away.

You're only one or two small coincidences away from unlawful combatant status.

Please, make it stop.

I am completely unable to refrain from scanning my spam folder. There is a worm in my brain that is constantly shouting "What if you miss a message from someone important, and they're just not added to your safelist yet?"

I can't let go.

I can't let go.

Please, let it stop.

Special Update:

I'm in Los Angeles, and I hate it here.