the modern wrath of Tartarus

The mountain of shit known as our inbox feels like the modern-day Sisyphus myth. Except that our fate is worse. Not only can we never thoroughly plow through all those emails, but we receive them faster than we can reply. Which means that the mountain up which that boulder must be pushed just keeps getting taller and taller. If only our email clients had video game mode, with bomb-detonating SFX for every delete, we'd have some moral support around here, if not a little fun. Instead of "you've got mail!" it could be...

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